Facing the sudden aura, Pei Miaode did not seem very panicked.

Turning around, he slashed the person who was attacking him hard. At the same time, his feet were like old trees, and he firmly grasped his body between the rugged white stone mountain roads.

Although Monk Chang Mu also has martial arts skills, his skills are sparse and ordinary in recent years. When he is old and weak, he is even more capable and caught off guard. He can only play four or five out of ten in one moment.

I was about to be swept into the water by the suction bursting from the lotus pond.

Unexpectedly, Pei Miaode just stretched out his hand freely, and it was like a steel bar and iron bones pressing him tightly, letting the strange force in the pool vent, and he could not move the two of them at all.

"I dare to show off my skills in front of me. I really don't know that the world is so strong. Master Guanghua has accumulated virtue and done good deeds throughout his life. I can't let you, a villain, ruin his reputation, and take your life!"

Pei Miaode suddenly turned around.

The one who appeared in front of him was an old monk with kind eyes, long eyebrows and white beards, and a plump sky like the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The only shortcoming thing is probably that the trick ruined the image, and the strange and profound ominousness surged in his eyes, defeating him with a good appearance, and he could not see the temperament of a Taoist monk at all.

“Master…”

Monk Chang Mu shouted tentatively, but what he saw was the gradual bloodthirsty look of the old Zen master.

Before he could finish his words, Pei Miaode suddenly realized something was wrong, lowered his head without thinking, and at the same time he also pressed Master Chang Mu's head with a dangerous force.

The pool of rain suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the rocks.

The next moment, he carried many dangers, like a flying peak stone, and smashed straight towards Pei Miaode and his men's heads.

Whenever it falls on a mortal, it will be a tragic ending with a broken brain and a broken bone.

"Hide!"

Pei Miaode snorted coldly, but he raised the demon-subduing pestle without falling at all in his hand. He tried his best to attack Qinglian, who suddenly turned into a lotus platform in front of him.

The green lotus looked ordinary, but its power was really extraordinary. It was severely damaged by the demon-subduing pestle, as if nothing had happened. It just shook and then fell back to the hands of the magic shed by the Zen Master Guanghua.

When people and tools get along, strange changes occur at that time.

Master Chang Mu was saved by Pei Miaode, but he didn't care about saying thank you. His thoughts were now completely on Zen Master Guanghua.

No matter how hard he could not understand it, his mentor was so sad and pityful to others. He usually took care of his disciples as children, so how could he look like he was disregarded by his relatives?

“Master…”

Monk Chang Mu's voice was filled with sadness and self-blame.

If I had been more determined at that time and warded off the opposition, I would have buried my master and his elders early, how could this disaster come about in Qianfo Temple?

"Senior brother, if the junior brother guessed correctly, the uncle should not have suffered any disaster. Now he may be in the Western Paradise. As for the person in front of him, he is just an evil thought left by the old man, and he can see the opportunity and occupy the magpie's nest."

Pei Miaode spoke out to comfort him.

He could see some clues. The Zen Master Guanghua in front of him was completely clear and had a look of an evil ghost in the world. His actions were just like a sneak attack like a wild beast instinctively, without any rules.

This is undoubtedly an impossible thing for a Zen master who used to practice the wrathful method of the Ming King, subduing demons and demons, and was experienced. It is more like the body being occupied by lonely ghosts from where they came from.

When he thought of the seventh-grade green lotus platform, a guess suddenly arose in Pei Miaode's mind.

Could this lotus platform consume no good intentions at all, but is constantly cutting out evil thoughts of practitioners. It is just the fundamental method of He Niuzhou's inability to practice, so these evil thoughts cannot be cut off, and instead destroy the Qingming Festival of the spiritual platform.

The little good spirit of the Zen Master Guanghua carried his merits or reincarnated, or ascended to the Pure Land early, but the evil thoughts left behind were nowhere to be eliminated. He occupied the magpie's nest and did evil things through the skin of the Zen Master Guanghua.

No wonder the old monk could have imagined the affairs after his death. This was not an ordinary weapon to suppress the demons. It was clearly like his demon-subduing pestle, and it inherited a traditional and fundamental life method.

Observing the supernatural powers is like an unpredictable means of killing the three corpses.

Pei Miaode's breathing tightened, and he became greedy for a moment.

Seeing that Pei Miaode was still distracted from talking to Monk Chang Mu, the demon monk transformed by Zen Master Guanghua made an unknown roar. Although he was no longer sane, he could still feel a lot of sense of crisis from Pei Miaode.

With instinct, Qinglian swept out two green lights, and the first one was to kill Pei Miaode.

"Be careful of Buddha's son!"

After all, Monk Chang Mu was the eldest disciple who had been following Master Guanghua for the longest time. Naturally, he knew the mystery of the green light and couldn't help but speak out and ask for something.

Pei Miaode was also fighting with a warrior holding a sacrificial weapon for the first time. He did not dare to underestimate the heroes of the world. He immediately chanted a spell to make a fool of himself and avoided the divine light sacrificed by the Qinglian.

"This light is called Yi Wooden Blossom Green Lotus withered and flourishing divine light. It can be flesh and white bones, and it can also deprive people of life. The Buddhist son must remember not to be swept by that green light!"

Monk Chang Mu's tip immediately made Pei Miaode even more alert.

It is impolite to come but not come. Pei Miaode would not have any concerns about the monk in the Thousand Buddha Temple about Zen Master Guanghua. Seeing that the other party was coming in a fierce manner, he immediately opened a erect eye in his eyebrows and wanted to calm the old monk down.

Once the purple gold bowl was thrown out, it immediately turned into a Buddha land, and suddenly it was about to put the fixed monk Guanghua into the magic of the Dharma.

Unexpectedly, the demon monk held the green lotus and then turned into countless green-robed strong men, holding swords, swords, halberds and pestles, and pounded into a ball. For a moment, he really supported the falling momentum of the purple gold bowl.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zen Master Guanghua calmly escaped from the siege of the Buddha land in the purple gold bowl.

Master Chang Mu stretched out his hand and subconsciously tried to make a sound to stop Pei Miaode from destroying his master's magic deed. He just remembered that all the things here were caused by himself, which made the master uneasy after his death, and his words were taken back again when they were spoken.

It took a long time to turn into a sigh.

"There is one disadvantage of the lotus platform that Master told me during his lifetime. Although this thing can transform life, death, prosperity and prosperity, it also has a fatal key, that is, it cannot be burned by the true fire, and many magical powers will stop when they encounter fire."

"Namo Huangtian Star Constellation Tathagata, I only ask the Buddha to return the Master's Dharma to a clear and quiet place."

Monk Chang Mu's words meant to destroy his relatives for justice. He wanted to help Pei Miaode and send his mentor's magic into the samsara.

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Chapter completed!