The previous incident was just a small episode. As time got closer to twelve o'clock in the night, the atmosphere in the room became stronger and stronger.

Just a few minutes away, outside the building, a monk with a tin staff stood at the door and murmured, "I finally caught up!"

As he said that, he walked towards the entrance of the building with a tin staff and entered the building.

When he entered the building, he walked towards the basement without stopping, preparing to seal the ghost gate, at least trap the ghost first to prevent things from getting worse, and then talk about everything else after it is over.

The monk came to the entrance of the basement not far from the basement. Before he got close, he saw members of the 823 department standing at the door, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Hey! Why are there so many people?"

He reacted, "Can they tore off my talismans?"

At this time, the members of the 823 department also saw the monk.

For a moment, the two sides confronted each other.

The department members spoke first and said politely: "Master, this place has been blocked by the 823 department, please leave here."

The monk heard that the 823 department did not react. He was usually in the temple and rarely contacted outside, so he didn't know what the 823 department was.

The monk put his palm on his chest, bowed slightly, and said, "Several donors, I have an urgent matter to come in. Please ask me to open the convenient door."

After saying that, he was about to break in, but he was still stopped by the department members.

"Master, I said, this place has been blocked. If you want to go in, please come back tomorrow. It won't work tonight. This is also a concern for your safety."

The department members made a request gesture.

The situation was a bit stalemate for a moment.

The monk looked down at his watch. It was less than two minutes left before midnight, and it was almost too late.

The tin staff in his hand was placed on the ground, and with a thud, it directly smashed the floor.

"If you don't let me go, I will have to offend you."

Seeing this scene, several members of the department knew that the monk in front of him was not an ordinary person. He took out his pistol he carried with him and aimed at the monk.

One of the department members shouted: "Go and call the Director, saying that strange people have entered and we are blocking here."

"yes!"

A member from behind ran towards Feng Yangguang's room.

The department member shouted at the monk: "Please stay there. If you make any moves, then I will shoot!"

The monk let go of the tin staff and chanted.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, the department members warned again: "Please stay there, otherwise I..."

Suddenly, the monk disappeared from the spot, and the members of the department who had not finished speaking were shocked and subconsciously shot.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, I didn't even see anyone, let alone hit it.

The next second, the monk appeared in front of the department members and pointed his floundering finger at the department members.

"Well…"

The department members released the gun in their hands as if they were electrocuted and slowly lay down.

The members of other departments behind were very anxious because the monk stood very close to the members of the department and almost reposted it. He did not dare to shoot at all, for fear of hurting his own people.

After the monk subdued one person, he disappeared again.

Department members shouted: "Beware!"

For a moment, everyone was very alert, alert to whether the monk would appear by their side.

On the other side.

In the room less than ten meters away from the basement entrance, Feng Yangguang frowned when he heard the gunshots, and the others also stood up with confusion on their faces.

"What's going on? Where did the gunshots come from?"

At this time, a member of the department ran towards the door and shouted: "Director! Come out..."

Sizzle~

A sound of electric current sounded from the ears of the department members. When he looked into the room, he found that Feng Yangguang had disappeared in the room. Only then did he realize that the sound was made by the director.

Back to the basement stairs.

There are only three members of the department standing now, and the rest are subdued.

The three of them looked around in horror, holding pistols, and they felt that this monk was even more terrifying than a ghost.

Because they have amulets on them, ghosts cannot get close to them.

When facing the monk, the things on his body were completely useless. At the same time, they were very curious about what this monk was.

The monk appeared again.

At the same time, a sound rang out in the passage.

"Those who dare to touch me! You are looking for death!"

Sizzle~

Then a lightning flashed through the passage far and near.

The members of the three departments were overjoyed. They heard that this was Feng Yangguang's voice.

The monk who was about to attack was attracted by the sudden sound. A lightning flashed in front of him. Suddenly a young man stood up in front of him. He immediately realized that this young man was a master.

Feng Yangguang saw his people lying on the ground. Although there was nothing serious, he was very angry. If someone dared to touch him, he would have to pay the price.

Without saying anything, he attacked the monk directly.

Sizzle~

A flash of lightning, and he disappeared from the spot.

The monk knew at a glance that there was a big gap between the two because he couldn't see Feng Yangguang's traces clearly, just like an ordinary person looking at him.

"Golden Bell Cover!"

Buzz ~

A golden light lit up on the monk's body, forming a golden bell around his body, and there were two Buddha patterns sitting cross-legged on it, full of Buddha rhyme and strong Buddha nature. It can be seen that it is a symbol of Buddhism's profoundness.

His idea is very simple. Since his speed is not as good as it is, then defend. He is very confident in his defense. Even ordinary ghost kings cannot break his golden bell cover.

Feng Yangguang kept bombarding the golden bell with his fist wrapped in lightning, making a series of clanging sounds, each sound was very strong and echoing throughout the passage.

The master in the golden bell cover did not change his face. He stood upright on his chest with one hand and kept fiddling with Buddhist beads with the other hand. There was a wind of wind from east, west, south and north, but I still stood there in it.

Feng Yangguang saw that his thunder magic could not break the bald donkey's golden bell cover and stopped in place.

"Okay! Since you are a Buddhist disciple, I will use Buddhist methods to break your turtle shell."

Feng Yangguang stood there, put his left hand upright in front of his chest, and his right hand spread out and hung it on his dantian, making gestures that he often saw on the Buddha statue.

When the monk saw this scene, he couldn't help but become interested.

"The first posture of the Tathagata's divine palm - the Buddha's light first appears."

Buzz ~

The Buddha's light lit up behind Feng Yangguang's head, which happened to be a circle, illuminating the entire passage.

At this moment, Feng Yangguang was filled with Buddha nature, which was very similar to the Buddha's coming to the world.

When the monk saw the Buddha light behind Feng Yangguang's head, he was shocked, "How is that possible!!! He is not a Buddhist disciple, how could he have such a strong Buddhist rhyme?! It is stronger than me, who has been practicing in Buddhism for thirty years!!!"

He, a person who has practiced Buddhism for thirty years, can be said to be calm in the face of changes and will not cause any big trouble when encountering anything. But now he can't help but this matter, which is enough to show how shocked he is.

Feng Yangguang shouted loudly.

"The third form of the Tathagata's magic palm - Buddha moves mountains and rivers."

“Now…”

The left palm is slapped at the golden bell cover.

A huge golden palm formed instantly and flew towards the monk's golden bell cover.

The monk stared at the golden giant palm flying towards him, shocked again, but soon came to his senses.

"Prajna Palm!"

He also slapped a hand.

It is very small, less than one-third of the photos taken by Feng Yangguang, and it is not as solid as Feng Yangguang.

The result is undoubtedly that the monk's Prajna Palm did not stop Feng Yangguang Tathagata's magic palm, and directly destroyed it withered and destroyed it, and slapped it on the golden bell cover.

Bang!

Click!
To be continued...