Chapter 2787: Killing the thief Arhat, killing the Dharma Prime Minister with the Haoran Divine Swor

"I'll teach you the Heavenly Demon Ruyi Sword to help you get started in cultivation, so you can pierce the golden body of Monk Jingsi!"

As soon as Xu Zisheng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and a black light reflected in Xu Qian's eyes. There was a magic knife hidden in the black light, exuding endless black evil energy. The screams below were ferocious and terrifying, making people fearful.

A spell emerged in Xu Qian's mind, as if it was imprinted in his heart, and he could not forget it. His emotions were affected by this demon sword, and joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and panic were all integrated into it. In the magic sword, the blade trembled slightly and made a clanking sound. The edge was sharp and frightening.

Xu Qi'an's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light shone with a sharp edge that no one dared to underestimate. Xu Qi'an did not expect that he could actually acquire a secret skill from Xu Zisheng for nothing, and he was extremely happy in his heart.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for the reward!"

If Xu Zisheng and Xu Qi'an were not similar in age, Xu Qi'an would have the urge to call Xu Zisheng's father. After all, Xu Zisheng's thighs are not thinner than Wei's father's, and he doesn't mind hugging both thighs.

"After you get the benefits, it's time to get to work. Why don't you get out of here!"

Xu Zisheng waved his hand, and Xu Qi'an was thrown out of the window without any resistance and fell directly onto the ring, standing opposite Monk Jingsi.

"It's you!"

When Monk Jingsi saw the liar pretending to be Monk Hengyuan, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and his fighting spirit arose, wanting to teach Xu Qi'an a lesson.

"Yes, it's me!"

Xu Qian's right hand was behind his back, his back straight and proud, his head slightly raised, his eyes looking up at the sky. The dazzling sunlight made him couldn't help but squint his eyes, and secretly complained in his heart.

"It's really hard to pretend to be an expert. No one told me that the sun in the sky is so dazzling that it's hard to open your eyes!"

"You shouldn't have come!"

Monk Jingsi saw that Xu Qi'an's cultivation level was only at the level of seventh-level god refining, and he could not be his opponent.

Xu Qi'an listened to these inexplicably familiar words. Isn't this a dialogue that only occurs in martial arts novels about masters' duels, so he continued smoothly.

"But I'm still here!"

Xu Qian quickly lowered his raised head and looked at Monk Jingsi. Finally he could open his eyes. The scene in front of him was blurry. This was stimulated by the strong light. He still couldn't see Monk Jingsi's figure clearly. He needed a little more time. Time to recover.

"I practice the Buddhist Diamond Sutra. The diamond is indestructible. My physical body is stronger than the bronze skin and iron bones of a sixth-grade warrior. You cannot break it!"

Monk Jingsi clasped his hands together, his treasures were solemn, and his eyes were full of confidence that he would win. Buddhism is the largest religion in Kyushu. There once appeared a super master Buddha, and his magical skills were more perfect than martial arts. Ordinary sixth-level martial arts are basically impossible. He is no match for Monk Jingsi. He is invincible and extremely tyrannical.

"What I practice is to cut heaven and earth with one sword. When this sword is unsheathed, there will be no blood left and nothing will be cut. With one sword strike, nothing can stop it!"

Although Xu Qi'an's cultivation was not as good as that of Monk Jingsi, his momentum was not at a disadvantage, and his words were full of master's demeanor, which made the onlookers and people in the world show admiration and couldn't help but look forward to him.

"Amitabha, in this case, let's decide who is better!"

Monk Jingsi chanted the Buddha's name and said that he was no match for Xu Qi'an, so it would be better to take action rather than delaying it any longer.

"As you wish, master, please taste my sword of heaven and earth!"

Xu Qi'an's sight had recovered at this time, and he held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand. This was the sword that Si Tianjianzheng had personally refined. It was incomparably suitable for Xu Qi'an's practice of slashing the world with one sword. It was extremely sharp, far beyond ordinary weapons.

"Zheng!"

The sword was unsheathed, Xu Qi'an's energy rose, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised. He mobilized the energy and spirit in his body, and a demon Ruyi sword appeared in his mind, which aroused the seven emotions and six desires, attached to the blade, and the sword light flickered, As if it had a soul, there was a sizzling sound around the blade, and the air was cut by the blade's light.

Xu Qi'an concentrated and held his breath, stepped forward with his right foot, and was about to swing out a sword with all his strength.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and a golden light shot into the sky, covering half of the city of Kyoto, interrupting Xu Qi'an's prepared sword attack. Everyone looked up at the sky in horror. An Arhat Fa Xiangli stood in the sky, high above, overlooking. The entire city of Kyoto is sacred, solemn, and extremely powerful.

In the capital, the people were not affected at all, but fear and timidity arose in the hearts of all the practitioners at the same time, like small animals in the spring thunder, crawling and trembling.

"Jianzheng, why don't you dare to see me!"

A majestic Buddhist sound resounded throughout the world, vibrating continuously, shattering the clouds in the sky, turning into terrifying sound waves, heading straight for the Star Observation Tower, and miraculously dissipated before it even got close.

At Sanliu Inn, Master Du'e was sitting cross-legged, with a thin, wrinkled face and a bitter look on his face. His eyes were shining with anger, and a golden light shot out from the top of his head, turning into an Arhat.

The Buddhist mission came to Dafeng to raise an army and question the crime. Five hundred years ago, there was an agreement between Buddhism and Dafeng. Now Dafeng broke the contract and released the right hand of the monk Shenshu who was suppressed in Sangbo Lake, causing great confusion to the Buddhist community. angry. ,

Master Du'e sent people to Si Tianjian several times to ask for a meeting with Jian Zheng. He wanted to question Si Tianjian why he didn't abide by the agreement he made back then. Who knew that Jian Zheng, an old fox, avoided seeing him? Master Du'e could no longer hold back his anger. , broke out directly.

Xu Qian shook his legs and raised his head to look at the huge Arhat statue, with a horrified look on his face and said in shock.

"Let me go, is the high-end combat power in this world so terrifying?"

The heavy pressure emanating from the Dharma image made Xu Qian and the surrounding practitioners unable to raise any emotions. They instinctively wanted to kneel down and worship. Countless practitioners could not withstand such terrifying pressure, and their legs weakened. , fell to his knees, unable to lift his head.

Xu Qian gritted his teeth. In his mind, a fierce god with three heads and six arms raised his head and roared. A Demonic Ruyi Sword flew over, fell into his hand, and slashed hard into the void above. Most of the pressure dissipated, making Xu Qian feel much more relaxed. Surprisingly, said.

"It turns out that the Heavenly Demon Ruyi Sword must be used in conjunction with the fierce god's Dharma Appearance, and the effect will be enhanced. Could it be that they come from the same set of exercises?!"

The official's office is called Haoqi Building. Wei Yuan was wearing a green robe, standing on the observation deck, looking up at a Buddha's face covering half of the capital. Its body was infinitely large, hidden in the rolling dark clouds.

"Kill the thief Arhat!"

Arhats have three major fruition positions, namely killing thieves, not returning them, and becoming Arhats. Among them, Arhat has the highest status, killing thieves and not paying back are equal.

Wei Yuan's eyes were calm, his waist was straight, his green robe was fluttering fiercely in the wind, he seemed to be looking at Fa Fa, and he seemed not to be affected by this coercion at all. In the tea room behind him, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged, their heads lowered, trying their best to resist the pressure of the law.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the pressure. These two Jin Luo are both fourth-level warriors. They can feel the terror of the Arhat Dharma in the sky and cannot withstand this powerful pressure.

"Buddhism is still as strong as ever."

Wei Yuan sighed with emotion. He looked back at the two adopted sons, his expressions were light and dissatisfied.

"If Xu Qi'an was here, I can guarantee that he would be standing. No matter what method he used, he would still be standing."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou looked ashamed when they heard this, and tried their best to use the energy in their bodies to resist the pressure of the Arhats.

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In the palace, Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a dragon robe and walked out of the palace accompanied by the old eunuch. He looked up and saw that the Buddha's face with upturned eyebrows seemed to be hanging above the palace, and the Buddha's eyes that were not angry and self-powerful, like Staring at Emperor Yuan Jing.

In the palace, the Imperial Guards were armed with guns and swords, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. None of them knelt down, nor showed signs of fear. The entire palace seemed to be cut off from the majesty of the Dharma.

"snort!"

Emperor Yuan Jing snorted coldly, turned around and went back to his palace, not bothering to pay attention to Du'e Arhat's demonstration. Someone would naturally solve this matter.

There are millions of people in the capital, and there are countless warriors, including the people from all walks of life who have recently poured into the capital. Everyone is trembling with fear, as if the end is coming, and there is huge fear and panic in their hearts.

This is Dafeng Kyoto City, the core city of Dafeng. Is there no one who can stop Buddhism from showing its power? First, there was a young monk who had been beating for three days without any defeat. Tonight, another Dharma image came and shocked the whole capital. He questioned the prison guard condescendingly.

Si Tianjian is the patron saint of Dafeng, and he is the only first-class master on the surface. By doing this, Du Eluohan is trampling on the face of Si Tianjian and Jianzheng, the face of the Dafeng court, and the face of millions of people in the city of Kyoto.

Countless people are eager for Jianzheng to take action. In Sangbo, in the newly built Yongzhen Shanhe Temple, the brass sword of the founding emperor buzzes and trembles, as if waiting for the master's call.

"Noisy!"

Amidst the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear voice sounded. Xu Zisheng stood up, took one step forward, and stood in the void, looking up at the image of the Thief-killing Arhat above his head, with a chill in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Du'e, the great city of Kyoto is not a place where your Buddhist sect can do whatever you want!"

Xu Zisheng is not a tolerant person, and Du'e's move is simply a slap in Dafeng's face. As the minister of the Ministry of War, how can he tolerate it.

As soon as he finished speaking, endless awe-inspiring righteousness surged out of Xu Zisheng's body. It was as brilliant as a flower, dazzling white, and soared into the sky, like a cloud pillar. Between heaven and earth, an upright and majestic aura filled the air, stirring up countless people in Kyoto. The courage in the hearts of millions of people, a force born out of thin air, made countless people stand up.

"go!"

Xu Zisheng shouted loudly, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the sky gathered together and turned into a shocking giant sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, the sword light was bright, it was upright and majestic, and it cut everything, and rushed towards the Arhat Dharma.

Arhat Dharma Prime Minister snorted coldly, and poked out two giant palms holding up the sky from the billowing black clouds. He wanted to grab this awe-inspiring sword. The two giant golden palms came together, just in time to catch the sword light, which was as bright as the stars.

In an instant, thunder flashed and exploded over the capital. The Arhat's hands collapsed inch by inch into golden light all over the sky. Then the Buddha's face collapsed, and the blazing white sword light spread out, turning into a seven-color rainbow, magnificent and brilliant. .

After half a stick of incense, the sky returned to silence. The blazing white righteousness and the golden Arhat appearance had dissipated. The bright sun hung high in the sky and shed thousands of rays of sunlight, as if nothing had happened.

"Father Xu is mighty!"

Xu Qian'an shouted in his heart. He was inexplicably shocked. He suddenly felt that age was not a problem. If Xu Zisheng lacked a godson, he could reluctantly make Xu Zisheng his godfather.

"It was so dangerous this time. I was unprepared and almost fell to my knees under the pressure of this Arhat image!"

"Now I'm ready. If it happens again, I won't even shake my legs!"

Xu Zisheng held his head high, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky, looking like a peerless master.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up, accompanied by Sanskrit chants, the clouds rolled, and another Dharma image appeared. Compared with the previous Dharma image, this Dharma image was more vivid, lifelike, majestic and sacred. Of course, the momentum was completely different, far superior to the previous one several times. .

"Kakaka!"

Xu Qian's neck made a heavy sound, his back was bent, his legs were shaking like noodles, his face was red, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He struggled to resist the pressure of this Dharma image and mumbled in his mouth.

"Buddhism doesn't teach martial ethics, how can we really do it again?!"

Xu Qi'an once again visualized the three-headed and six-armed fierce god in his mind. He held a demon Ruyi knife in his hand and slashed it out into the void. A black light flashed, breaking the invisible pressure. He straightened his waist little by little. , standing with a knife in hand.

Xu Zisheng's expression changed slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise.

"First-grade Bodhisattva, Vajra Angry Eyes Dharma!"

Buddhism has nine major Dharma signs, one of which is the Vajra Angry Eyes Dharma, which is a magical method that can only be used by first-level Bodhisattvas.

The highest status in Buddhism is the supreme Buddha. Since the Buddha's death, the highest status has been the first-class Bodhisattva.

There have been nine Bodhisattvas in the history of Buddhism. There were seven Bodhisattvas five hundred years ago. There were five Bodhisattvas after Jiazi Dangyao. When Wuzong usurped the throne, another one was beheaded by the first generation Jianzheng. Now there are only four Bodhisattvas left. They are worthy of Kyushu. The first great religion is powerful and tyrannical.

"So what if a first-grade Bodhisattva can do it? I will still beat you!"

Xu Zisheng curled his lips with great disdain. He has now half-stepped into the realm of a super-class Confucian saint, and his strength is the best in the world. Even if the only four remaining first-class Bodhisattvas in Buddhism join forces, he is not afraid at all.

Xu Zisheng's body once again surged with majestic righteousness, and the majestic aura enveloped the entire Kyoto city. He slowly raised his hand to defeat the angry-eyed Vajra.

Suddenly, a somewhat angry voice sounded. Ordinary people couldn't hear it at all. In the entire Kyoto city, only a few masters who had reached the second level of strength could hear it. Wei Yuan from Haoqi Tower, Du E from Buddhism. Arhat, Luo Yuheng, the leader of the human sect, Xu Zisheng, a first-grade sub-sage, no one else can hear him.

"The agreement we made back then was between you and the royal family, what does it have to do with me?"

Si Tianjian, Star Observation Tower, Bagua Stage, Jian Zheng, in white clothes, white hair and white beard, stood on the edge of the Bagua Stage, standing with his hands behind his hands, the night wind waved his beard, and said angrily.

In the sky, the huge Vajra with angry eyes spoke, and the sound was loud, but only a few people could hear it.

"Had it not been for my Buddhist sect to take action, would you have been able to step into the first rank? Now that Shenshu has been born, if you don't give an explanation to the Buddhist sect, I will come to Beijing in person one day."

"If you dare to come to Beijing, I will send you back."

Jian Zheng sneered. He was not afraid of a first-grade Bodhisattva if he was not threatened. However, after thinking about it, he still felt that what he did was a bit unethical, and then asked.

"What do you Buddhists really want?"

"It's what you want. You should know how much disaster it will bring to our Buddhist sect once Shenshu regains his physical body."

The Vajra Dharma is roaring continuously and is very angry. Once the monk Shenshu is completely out of trouble, no one in Buddhism can defeat him unless the Buddha is reborn.

"Then do you know how much disaster it will bring to me if Shenshu continues to be sealed in Sangbo?"

Although Jian Zheng was rude, he still did not give in and asked directly.

"You, Si Tianjian, want me to take care of the trouble that you, Si Tianjian, set out on your own?"

"The matter has come to an end. Why are you saying these useless things? Your Dharma appearance can only last for half a quarter of an hour. If you have anything to say, please finish it quickly and don't disturb the peace of the people in the capital."

Jian Zheng seemed a little impatient, frowned and urged quickly.

"Two things, one is to track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom and recover Shenshu's severed arm; the other is that Buddhism wants to borrow your Heavenly Secret Pan for three years."

"Come and get it if you can."

Jian Zheng shook his head upon hearing this, decisively refused, and said coldly.

"good!"

Vajra's angry eyes responded with a corresponding voice, and then dissipated, and the sky returned to calm again, as if it was just a dream and nothing happened.

"You're lucky!"

Xu Zisheng smiled coldly. If Jian Zheng hadn't spoken just now, he would have taken action and killed the Vajra with angry eyes. This would teach Buddhism a lesson and let them know that Dafeng Capital City is not something they can come and leave whenever they want. Are you really using Dafeng as a public toilet?

Xu Zisheng's figure flashed and disappeared into the void in an instant, returning to his Yong'an Marquis Mansion, too lazy to care about other things.

Xu Qian stood on the ring, his legs stopped shaking, and he looked at Monk Jingsi opposite him with a somewhat embarrassed expression. He had just made a bold statement when he was slapped in the face by the Buddhist Bodhisattva, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

After this commotion, the competition between Xu Qian and Monk Jingsi came to an end in a hurry. He had just resisted two Dharma pressures and had exhausted his energy and energy. He really had no strength to fight anymore.

In fact, it is no wonder that the Buddhists were so angry this time that they came to Dafeng Kyoto to investigate the crime and vowed to have the prison official give an explanation.

At that time, Emperor Wuzong of the Great Feng Dynasty had great literary and military strategies and had countless elite soldiers and generals under his command. However, if he wanted to seize the throne and become emperor, there was an obstacle that he could never avoid. And that obstacle may even make his ambition to dominate the world evaporate.

The first-generation eunuch of Si Tianjian, a first-class master of the sorcerer system, with the first-generation eunuch here, as long as Dafeng Guozuo continues, no one can shake the throne.

Faced with such an unparalleled power and being unable to circumvent the obstacles, Emperor Wuzong chose to cooperate with the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions.

That time was the beginning of the alliance between Buddhism and Dafeng in the Western Regions. Buddhism helped Emperor Wuzong kill the first generation Jianzheng, and Emperor Wuzong agreed to allow Buddhism to preach in the Central Plains and seal evil objects for Buddhism.

For this reason, Buddhism lost a Bodhisattva, which can be said to have paid a huge price. Since then, Buddhism in the Western Regions has spread its religion in the Central Plains. In the past one hundred years, Buddhist temples have blossomed everywhere and prospered incomparably.

It wasn't until a hundred years later that I met Confucianism at its peak. At that time, Confucianism regarded everyone as trash and was so powerful that it was lawless. It took the lead in promoting the extermination of Buddhism and drove Buddhism out of the Central Plains. Now in Dafeng, the Buddhist forces are only The only thing left was Qinglong Temple.

Now, the old man, the second-generation supervisor, is sitting back and watching Sangbo being bombed and Monk Shenshu escaping. He looks on coldly and pretends to be ill. He has broken the contract. Naturally, the Buddhists are very angry. It is natural for them to come to ask for guilt.