Starting from the sculpture of Buddha statues in Lanruo Temple

Chapter 37 Sanskrit River, Purple and Blue Swords

Why are they looking for Uncle Yan... Also, they still want to find Avalokitesvara...

While Ren Ziying was wondering, all the cultivators of Qingfeng Temple had come out.

"My little monk is polite, may I ask which mountain gate the masters come from?"

Monk Kongxiang put his right hand in front of his chest and made a salute.

He saw that these 18 people were like him, they were monks, and they had no evil spirit on them, unlike people from the evil sect, so he asked

But the Eighteen Arhats did not answer his question, Jianglong glanced at the monks below, and said coldly, "Who is Yan Chixia?"

The Changchun Taoist didn't know why these eighteen monks were looking for Yan Chixia, but judging from their expressions, it seemed that the visitor was not friendly, so he asked tentatively:
"Masters, why are you looking for Senior Brother Yan?"

When Jianglong heard that he called Yan Chixia Senior Brother Yan, he thought they had come to the right place, so he glanced at the other seventeen arhats.

The others understood instantly.

The next moment, eighteen arhats hand-knotted Dharma seals, a huge "卍" Buddha seal, exuding a dazzling golden light, descended from the sky with a rolling momentum, and pressed down on the formation of Qingfengguan.

The monks of Qingfeng Temple saw it, and they were both surprised and astonished.

The eighteen monks didn't declare their family background, they only said they wanted to find Yan Chixia and Avalokitesvara, and after only a few words, they cast spells to break the formation for no reason.

Knowing that Qiu Yiye has been staying at home for the past few days, his practice has improved, and he was worried that no one would practice with him. At this moment, he saw someone coming to his door, and he just wanted to drink loudly:
"Vald donkey! Shit on you!"

Just as he was speaking, Monk Kongxiang and two other decent monks, with a total of three bald heads, suddenly turned towards Zhiqiu Yiye, the golden light reflected on it brightened, and the three pairs of eyes looked at Zhiqiu Yiye, all With coldness.

But Zhiqiu Yiye didn't know that he had offended 21 bald heads at once. He clamped the formation jade talisman between the ring finger and little finger with his left hand, and made a tactic with his right hand.

As long as he injects mana into this formation jade talisman, people and spells can freely enter and exit the formation.

"Wind and thunder!"

Zhiqiu Yiye pointed his hand, and a divine thunder shot out like an arrow, heading towards Jianglong through the air.

Jianglong poured mana into his left arm, and his arm was instantly covered with golden light, and his muscles swelled.

His left arm hit the divine thunder, and he forcibly received the divine thunder.

After a bang, there was a tiny electric wire wrapped around his left arm, which disappeared after a while.

But this divine thunder made his left hand go numb.

He stared at Zhiqiu Yiye, and veins appeared on his forehead.

——He is the Western Arhat, and this mortal is so disrespectful to him, and after the formation is broken, he is saved!
……

At this time, Jiuyou Patriarch and others were all dormant above the distant sky.

They restrained their breath, cast spells, hid in a cloud, and watched with great interest what happened above Qingfengguan.

"Then why hasn't the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara made a move yet?" the corpse-hunting mountain man poked his pointed head and looked around.

Patriarch Jiuyou felt more and more joyful in his heart, and he glanced at the crowd: "This Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara has not made a move yet, which means he has already left this place.

"Tonight, let the eighteen centipedes take the lead, and when it's almost done, we'll take that decent one away!"

……

Eighteen arhats urged their magic power, and the "卍" lettering shone brightly, crushing the outermost formation formed by the Changchun Taoist and the decent monks.

There are still nine layers left in the formation.

"Masters, do we have any misunderstandings? If you are like this again, we will not be polite."

Changchun Taoist saw that these 18 people did not look like cultivators of the evil sect, so he said it again.

However, the Eighteen Arhats didn't respond at all, they just broke through with one heart.

Except Zhiqiu Yiye, the rest of the decent monks glanced at each other, and after seeing that other people wanted to make a move, they issued magic tools and cast spells one after another.

For a while, the magic weapon and spells were distributed to 18 people.

Eighteen arhats, while maintaining the "Swastika" seal, while chanting mantras.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out in the sky, and a river formed from Sanskrit seals slanted down.

This river of golden light circled around them, blocking the magic tools and spells of decent monks.

"What a powerful Dharma!"

Monk Baoxiang frowned, driving the vajra rosary against the Sanskrit river.

But he had a faint feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with the Buddhist magic power of these eighteen monks.

Apart from knowing Qiu Yiye, the decent monks dare not use all their strength when they see that the opponent is using the Dharma, lest there be a real misunderstanding, and the misunderstanding will deepen after hurting someone at that time.

Therefore, none of them used their full strength.

Moreover, the decent monks attacked the eighteen places, and the power was dispersed, while the Sanskrit river of the eighteen arhats was formed by 18 people casting spells together, and the power was concentrated in one place.

Therefore, the Eighteen Arhats broke the formation while maintaining the Sanskrit River, and at this time they were able to block the attack of the decent monks.

At this time, the formation of the tenth floor has broken through the fourth floor.

"what!"

Suddenly, an upright junior disciple let out a loud cry and coughed up blood.

It turned out that his morality was low, and the natal magic weapon released by him could not withstand the mana power of the eighteen arhats, so it broke.

The natal magic weapon hurt his body, so that he received internal injuries.

"Junior Sister!"

Seeing that someone was injured, Ye Lanxue felt that she shouldn't put in so much effort, so she let out a low drink.

Ren Ziying nodded.

Suddenly, the Ziying sword and Qingsuo sword became radiant, and flew out from the place where their respective magic weapons gathered.

In an instant, the purple and green twin lights merged together, and the sword intent surged into the sky.

The eighteen arhats showed attention, as if they felt the power of the combination of these two swords.

But they still firmly believed in their hearts that their "dharma is boundless", and how could their mere mortal swordsmanship be able to defeat them, a group of Western arhats.

They unanimously withdrew part of the magic power of the "卍" character that broke the formation, and recited the mantra faster, and poured all the recovered magic power into the Sanskrit river.

The Sanskrit river was full of light, turning into a torrent, and its end shot towards the purple and blue swords.

Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying were calm and fearless, their two pairs of beautiful eyes showed firmness, and the two fair-skinned catkins held the same sword formula and placed it on their chests.

The purple and blue swords increased rapidly, and the rest of the people saw the flash of the purple and blue swords flashing above the Sanskrit torrent.

In an instant, the torrent of Sanskrit suddenly disintegrated, turning into dots of golden light, and disappeared in the sky.

Seeing that the Eighteen Arhats lost the protection of the Sanskrit river, Zhiqiu Yiye saw the opportunity, grinned, smiled complacently, made a formula with both hands, and pointed at the crouching tiger Arhat among the Eighteen Arhats.

"Exorcism order!"

Sixteen flames shot out from different directions, and rushed towards Fuhu Arhat.

Crouching Tiger Arhat was too weak to defend, and was immediately surrounded by flames.

Changchun Taoist and other decent elders were shocked when they saw Qiu Yiye attacking so mercilessly.

This monk can't survive in many ways. If they really have a misunderstanding, it will be a big problem.

But the next moment, they saw that the monk's body had been burned to ashes by the flames, and was blowing away with the wind.

Among the ashes, there is a black ball.

This black ball seems to be formed by curling up a long thing, which looks very strange.

Suddenly, they felt a demonic aura emanating from the sky.

The black ball unfolded slowly, getting bigger and longer.

In the end, a gigantic monster headed high into the night sky.

It was a black centipede!

(End of this chapter)