Become a legend in Hong Kong

"The evil heretic has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and specializes in confusing all living beings with his evil words. Qianhu must not waste words with him, lest he falls into the evil spell and is involuntarily controlled by him."

Pudu Cihang waved his hand and stopped Zuo Qianhu who was about to say something. His compassionate smile remained unchanged and he said to Liao Wenjie: "The donor's evil spirit has penetrated deep into his bones and he is already terminally ill. If you don't mind, the poor monk has the supreme Buddhist teachings that can help." The benefactor is freed from the boundless sea of ​​suffering.”

what's the situation?

Zhiqiu Yiye blinked. Although Liao Wenjie was a bit evil, after two days of getting along, he could see that these were just appearances. Pudu Cihang's Dharma was profound, and there was no reason to come up in the name of conquering demons...

Could it be that these two people have a grudge?

Zhiqiu Yiye scratched his head and said kindly: "You two, the monsters are coming soon. We should put aside the past grudges and work together. If one of us hits our own, it will not hurt anyone."

It makes sense, but no one criticizes him, it's as if he didn't say it.

"The evil heretic has a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue, and he specializes in deceiving the public with his evil words... There is nothing wrong with him, I completely agree."

Liao Wenjie nodded, waved slightly, and held the Victory Evil Sword in his hand: "I didn't expect that a monster like you is quite self-aware, but it's a pity that you are full of evil spirits. Even if you practice Buddhism and put on a layer of human skin, you can't suppress the evil in it. , stop pretending in front of poor people."

"Donor, do you really have no intention of repenting?"

"You smell fishy, ​​and you must have eaten a lot of people. Let me figure out what kind of monster turned into a spirit..."

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and pinched it: "It doesn't look like a spider, nor does it look like a worm or a poisonous scorpion... Hey, could it be that you are a big centipede!?"

"Amitabha!!"

A flash of killing intent flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes, and he shouted a Buddha's name to cover it up, with a cold tone: "The poor monk tried to persuade me with good words, but the donor was not only stubborn, but also hurt others with harsh words and wantonly humiliated him. In this case, the poor monk can only I have come to meet the benefactor with the Dharma."

"That's right. If the theory doesn't make sense, just turn to physics. Conquering demons is nothing more than that."

Liao Wenjie nodded, then gave a condescending look: "You are skinny and skinny, and your fists are nowhere as big as a casserole. You must not have the strength to hit anyone. Why don't we discover the demon body of the giant centipede and let's fight to the death."

"Donor, don't talk nonsense!"

Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, golden light bloomed all over his body, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Behind her, more than a dozen monks and attendants danced with orchestral instruments in their hands. For a moment, Buddhist scriptures were chanted loudly, which made people feel trance-like.

"Namo Amitabha~~~"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore~~~"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~~~"

"..."

Sanskrit chant!

Demons who practice Buddhism will not have a righteous heart, and the Buddha's dharma will not be righteous either.

The good Buddhist Zen thoughts turned into chaotic inner thoughts, madly attacking Liao Wenjie's seven orifices and six senses.

Like the tide, like silk thread, although there is no sound of thunder filling the ears, it is continuous, unclear and endless. Once it gets into the ear, it will make people fall into the realm of hallucination forever, and they only want to die.

"Oh, why do you involve me in this fight? I'm innocent."

Zhiqiu Yiye stuffed charms into his ears and jumped off the roof with a strange scream. Until now, he still thought that Liao Wenjie and Pudu Cihang were fighting because of personal grudges.

Liao Wenjie: (一`一)

How should I put it, although the other person sang very hard and his voice was not too small, there was no shortage of gloomy moods or anything else. But when he listened to the Sanskrit chant for his life, he didn't feel anything at all. He even felt a little sleepy and wanted to sleep.

That’s ridiculous!

If we really want to talk about danger, before there was no Black Mountain Mask, the psychological shock caused by him running the blood-colored mind power was a hundred times more dangerous than the life-threatening Sanskrit sound. If he was not careful, he would have murderous thoughts everywhere, and he wanted to find a head to chop off and play as a ball.

So, a dozen people playing, playing and singing, that’s all they have?

"A monster is a monster. It disturbs people's peace at night. Don't the neighbors need to sleep?"

Liao Wenjie snorted coldly, and took off the Victory Evil Sword, whizzing down, turning into a sharp red light, carrying boundless sharpness, and headed straight for Pudu Cihang in the monk formation.

"The form and spirit are like swords!"

Pudu Cihang was unmoved, his cassock danced without any wind, and suddenly spread out in front of him. The swastika Buddha seal bloomed with golden light, and with a clang, the Victory Evil Sword flew into the air.

"Namo Amitabha~~~"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~~~"

"..."

Suddenly, the sound of the Sanskrit chanting for life became louder. Zuo Qianhu was the first to bear the brunt. He stood there with blurred eyes, and stiffly raised his hand to touch the steel knife behind his back.

He held it, then loosened it, then loosened it, and then he held it, looking extremely struggling.

People like Zuo Qianhu already had astonishing concentration. In the entire Zhengqi Villa, except for Zhiqiu Yiye who had a talisman stuck in his ear, the rest of the people, whether they were officers or soldiers or the sisters of the Fu family, all had their ears buzzing. They couldn't resist the devastation of the life-demanding Sanskrit sound. Their eyes were dull and they were giggling on the spot.

The worse ones were like demons, kowtowing crazily on the ground, saying to put down the butcher knife, crying out that they had sinned deeply, and begging the Imperial Master to show mercy and help them escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Hey, this is wrong of you. The fighting affects ordinary people. What kind of Buddhist monk are you?"

Zhiqiu Yiye shouted, but was ignored again, and he jumped on the spot angrily.

"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, the sun shines brightly..."

Liao Wenjie was sitting cross-legged, holding the [Godly Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth] in his arms. Pudu Cihang was reciting Buddhist scriptures, and he was reciting Taoist scriptures. The two voices are mixed, one is compassionate with demonic nature, leading people to be intoxicated and depraved, and the other is a brilliant atmosphere, exorcising evil and avoiding evil, just like the morning glory sweeping away the darkness.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~~~"

"..."

"The demon king restrains his hands and guards my palace; the evil and evil dissipates, and the energy of the Tao always remains."

"..."

The two voices are mixed together, making it impossible for a direct observer to distinguish them, as if they are on two lost paths and don't know which one to choose.

"Zuo Qianhu, the magic power of the demon is very powerful, please give me a helping hand as a poor monk." Pudu Cihang lowered his eyes slightly, his compassionate smile faded, and he became extremely fierce in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Imperial Master. Although I am a martial artist, my ability to slay demons and demons has been in our country for a long time, so I will not stay out of it."

Zuo Qianhu agreed in a daze. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. According to past experience, when he can't distinguish between good and evil, he should just obey orders and act.

Clang!

He pulled out two steel knives from behind, with shocking murderous intent in his eyes. He tapped his toes on the ground, swung his body upwards, and slashed at Liao Wenjie, who was sitting on the roof.

A red ghost hand poked out. When he saw it, he quickly stopped and fell to the top of the courtyard wall.

Unexpectedly, the ghost hand did not attack him. Instead, it picked up Zhiqiu Yiye in the yard and threw it twice in the air before hitting him hard.

"Hey, you guys are going on forever, right? I will be angry, really angry——"

Zhiqiu Yiye and Zuo Qianhu collided with each other, and they fell from the courtyard wall. They both suffered from headaches and swelling.

"No, this is not a Buddhist sound, this is a life-threatening Sanskrit sound!"

Zhiqiu Yiye suddenly woke up, looked at Pudu Cihang with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: "You monster monk, you actually use evil magic to harm people, who are you?"

"How dare you collide with the master's master!"

Zuo Qianhu shook his head, and his eyes had just regained clarity. After being paid close attention to by Pudu Cihang, he immediately fell into a state of confusion and raised his knife to chop Zhiqiu Yiye.

"Oh, you, you really think that I am kind-hearted and won't use spells to deal with you, right?" Zhiqiu Yiye was struck by a large net of swords and light, causing him to run away with his head in his arms, and he escaped and sneaked into the ground.

Zuo Qianhu was swaying and lost his mind. Not only was his swordsmanship no longer as sharp as before, but his perception had also regressed a lot. He was stunned and couldn't find where Zhiqiu Yiye was.

"The divine soldiers are in a hurry. They are as urgent as a law. Give it to me!"

Zhiqiu Yiye sprang out from the ground, quickly drew the word "Imperial Order" on his palm, and then suddenly slapped Pudu Cihang.

To capture a thief, capture the king first, to shoot a man first, to shoot a horse. What he defeated was Pudu Cihang.

However, it was of no use. Pudu Cihang received a body-holding spell, but Feng Qingyun was fine. She still lowered her head and recited Buddhist scriptures while wrestling with Liao Wenjie.

"Damn it, you can just look at me..."

Zhiqiu Yiye was hit hard and felt a pain in his heart. In anger, he activated his magic power, held a talisman in his hand, and suddenly shot out a pillar of flames.

"Order to expel ghosts and exorcise demons!"

The pillar of fire engulfed Pudu Cihang, and the sky was filled with flames that shot up into the sky, swirling dust and flying into the air, covering all the monks and attendants behind her.

The life-demanding Sanskrit music stopped. After the fire light dissipated, Pudu Cihang was still standing on the spot intact, but the monk attendant behind him was nowhere to be seen.

"Amitabha, Zuo Qianhu, why don't you quickly kill the evil demons and heretics?"

The confusing sound reached his ears. Zuo Qianhu just woke up and fell in again. He swung his sword and shouted loudly, and the sword net fell down continuously. He learned that Qiu Yiye only dared to hide on the ground and did not dare to show his head.

"The donor's magic power is so powerful that I feel inferior to you. But you have gone against the will of heaven and repeatedly committed crimes by killing people. I will surrender to you even if I die today." Pudu Cihang said coldly.

"So, your band broke up?"

Liao Wenjie responded coldly. As he spoke, dust rose in the courtyard of Zhengqi Villa, and dense red lines rushed high into the sky like a torrential rain, converging into twelve half-meter-wide pillars.

laugh! Tsk--

The red thread rotated, twisting and strangling like a rag. Following the screams, a dull sound exploded in the red pillar, and wisps of red and green blood spattered in all directions.

A single red thread can be broken by an ordinary person with a stretched hand, but hundreds or thousands of them can be condensed into a ball. Not to mention a person, even a piece of iron can be twisted into a twist.

The red thread retreated back to the ground like a tide, leaving behind twelve pieces of indistinguishable rotten flesh. Liao Wenjie covered his face with his hands and shook his head slightly: "It smells so fishy. I don't know if these little demons are your son, daughter, or grandpa's second uncle." ?”

"..."

Pudu Cihang didn't say anything, his face showed neither sadness nor joy, but he was trembling with anger.

"I accidentally killed them. I regret it so much when I think about it..."

Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed red, he held the Victory Evil Sword tightly, and said in a cold voice: "It's really an unintentional mistake. I hope that the master of the country is wise in Buddhism, and you can persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Maybe if you say it, I will really Let it go."

"Evil heretics, today this poor monk will save you from going to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Pudu Cihang's face showed a ferocious look, and countless golden lights shone around him. As the wind and thunder rolled back in the sky, a huge amount of evil energy was released.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the demonic aura disappeared into thin air and disappeared without a trace, replaced by a golden glow.

Where Pudu Cihang was, a vast golden light spread out, boundless Sanskrit sounds fell, and there were hidden auspicious clouds rolling in from the distance, illuminating most of the night sky.

The golden light faded away, about a hundred meters high, and the Buddha, whose whole body was covered with a layer of dark golden light, sat on the lotus platform, with his right hand raised to his chest, palm facing outward, forming the "Silver of Fearless Seal".

"Namo Elysium----"

"The Tathagata of the West is here!!"