I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 883 Planning the Golden Buddha (Part 2)

"What are you running for?" After flying to an intersection, Xiaodie suddenly stopped and looked at Xiaozhuo beside her.

Xiao Zhuo flew down on a big tree and said in a solemn voice: "Then the old monk looks like an enlightened monk. He can't be offended or defeated. Why don't you run away and stay here to die?"

Xiaodie pondered and said: "Report this to grandma quickly. Looking at the three hundred miles of territory, only grandma can subdue it."

 “I’m going to report, what are you going to do?”

Xiaodie said without thinking: "Did you forget about my injury? My injury is not healed yet, how can I move forward with this kind of thing?"

Xiao Zhuo pretended to be stunned, and to verify his guess, he set off and said, "Then I'll go first."

Xiaodie watched her figure disappear from the end of her sight, then turned and flew towards the small building by the lake.

"Taoist Master Qin." After a while, she landed in front of the wooden house and gently opened the wooden door.

 In front of the bed, on the floor, Qin Yao slowly opened his eyes: "The two monks showed up?"

Xiaodie nodded: "Currently, they are at the Mentoumiao Temple, but when I discovered them, Xiaozhuo also discovered them, which means grandma will know about them soon."

Qin Yao stood up and said: "You can fish only when the water is muddy, so that's good. You can stay and I'll go to the Mentou Temple to have a look."

 “I’ll go with you.” Xiaodie said immediately.

On the road, Qin Yao deliberately walked in front and exposed his back to Xiaodie to test his feelings.

Xiaodie followed him all the way, her mind rising and falling, almost uncontrollable, but due to various reasons, she was unable to make a move.

 The ruins of Lanruo Temple.

Facing the golden Buddha statue covered with black cloth, Shifang sat cross-legged and silently chanted sutras.

 The old monk sat opposite him, meditating quietly, and his body seemed to be emitting a layer of golden light.

"boom."

Suddenly, the temple door was knocked open by something, and countless branches flew in like arrows, rushing towards the master and the apprentice.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his hand and pointed, and the Zen staff placed in his hand flew up into the air, bringing with it a ball of golden light and turning all the branches that rushed in into black smoke.

  “唰.”

As if being hurt, the dense branches retracted like tentacles.

"It turns out to be a tree demon." The old monk summoned back his Zen staff, held the body of the staff with one hand, stood up slowly, and then used the bottom end of the Zen staff to draw a circle in ten directions. Within the arc of the circle, golden light flashed away. .

“Shifang, you are guarding the Golden Buddha here, and you can come and go as you please. Remember, no matter what happens, don’t step out of this circle before you come back.” The old monk solemnly warned.

Shifang was a little flustered: "Master, is one circle enough? How about you draw another one?"

“One circle plus the blessing of the golden Buddha is enough.” Before he finished speaking, the old monk flew out of the temple with his Zen staff and fell into the rustling woods.

 “Should I close this door or not?” Looking at the wide open temple door, Shifang couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

 “Help, help, there is a monster.”

While he was hesitating about this trivial matter, Xiao Zhuo, dressed in pink and white, appeared in panic and rushed into the temple screaming.

"She was chased by a monster, so she must not be a monster." Shifang thought, and quickly waved his hand: "Girl, come to me."

Xiao Zhuo glanced at the golden Buddha, which was still emitting a faint golden light even though it was covered with black cloth. His feet gave out and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably: "I was poisoned by a monster and I can't walk anymore." ”

"What should I do? Can you crawl over?" Shifang asked anxiously.

Xiao Zhuo raised his jade face on the dirty ground and said pitifully: "I'm afraid not."

Shifang gritted his teeth, strode out of the circle drawn by his master, and reached out to support Xiaozhuo on the ground. After being invisible, Qin Yao took the opportunity to escape to the circle, opened the black cloth, and replaced the shining golden Buddha with a stone. Then he escaped from the hall and said to the swordsman who was watching the wind in the tree: "Let's go, Yan Chixia." ”

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Yan Chixia turned her hand and drew out her giant sword, stepped on it, and quickly caught up with Qin Yao.

 “Boom, boom, boom…”

Deep in the dense forest, in front of the tree house, the old monk was holding a heavy Zen staff like a light bulb, waving it in front of him like an airtight stick, beating the branches into black ash.

The tree demon slowly flew out of the palace, and suddenly roared in the direction of the old monk. In an instant, the earth shook, the ground cracked, and a tongue covered with undercuts rushed out with dust, carrying a gust of fishy wind, and fiercely Hit the old monk hard.

The old monk held the stick with both hands and tried his best to push it up. He heard a bang, and a **** hole was punched through his huge tongue by the Zen stick.

The black blood spurted down and fell on the old monk's head. White smoke emitted from his body.

"Are you qualified to subjugate demons with this little ability? The tree demon sneered, and the tongue that was still bleeding suddenly turned around and pulled the old monk's body into it. White smoke continued to fly out from his body. .

 “The sword energy soared into the sky.”

At the critical moment, Yan Chixia's sword flew out, and with a finger, countless sword energy soared down from the sky like swimming fish, and fiercely inserted into the giant tongue.

 Severe pain caused his tongue and body to tremble continuously, and he had no choice but to give up his plan to kill the old monk.

"Huh..." The tree demon breathed out a breath of evil wind. In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, and countless vines stretched out from the ground, grabbing at the old monk's ankles.

 “Qi Men Dun Jia.”

Yan Chixia shouted, and the sword box tied behind her suddenly split into countless triangular black darts, roaring towards the ground and cutting off all the vines.

 “Thank you for your help, knight.” The old monk said excitedly.

"No need to thank me, I just collect money to do things." Yan Chixia said, controlling hundreds of black darts, whizzing towards the tree demon.

At the same time, Qin Yao, who was in the invisible state, stepped into the void and quietly came behind the tree demon. With a shake of his wrist, he stabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife straight into the back of the tree demon.

Even during the battle, the tree demon's perception ability was still very abnormal. He accurately sensed the sneak attack from behind, turned around and grabbed the blade.

 “Xiang Liu, show up.”

Qin Yao shouted loudly and quickly retreated.

"Boom." The three-pointed and two-edged sword suddenly released a dazzling mysterious light, and it broke free from the palm of the tree demon, transformed into a monster with the body of a hydra, and bit into the body of the tree demon.

“Why are you so stunned? Why don’t you come out and help!” The tree demon couldn’t hold on any longer and shouted at the palaces of Lanruo Temple.

 “Swish, swish, swish…”

Hundred ghosts flew out of the palace, not daring to fight the powerful Xiang Liu, so they rushed towards Yan Chixia in a group.

In their opinion, this swordsman seems to be slightly easier to deal with.

At this time, Qin Yao, who retreated to the darkness, took out the golden Buddha, held the golden Buddha body with both hands, and used the power of the golden Buddha to display the Arhat's golden body.

A substantial golden Arhat suddenly appeared in mid-air. Together with the old monk and Yan Chixia, they swept through the ghosts and destroyed the tree demons, showing extremely terrifying fighting power.

 “Meet the Venerable Arhat.”

After the tree demon screamed and died, the old monk raised his head and looked at the shining golden Arhat in front of him. He saluted while thinking quickly in his mind.

 In Buddhism, was there ever a golden-bodied Arhat with three heads and six arms, brows and upright eyes?

 (End of this chapter)