Chapter 693: Heavenly Weapon (4)
Qionghua Mountain.
The pure and peaceful air enveloped the entire main peak, with wisps of cold light lingering around, suppressing the pagoda on the top of the mountain.
The entire main peak of Qionghua Mountain has turned into a huge piece of black ice. The ice is thousands of feet thick, but crystal clear. Through the thick ice, you can clearly see every blade of grass and every flower on the mountain.
Monk Xue Ying and dozens of other Buddhist practitioners from the Daming Jinlun Temple sat cross-legged at the entrance of Mount Qionghua, with reserved and subtle smiles on their faces. They chanted secret mantras and activated the Qingjing Dou'er to suppress the entire Mount Qionghua.
This scene has been going on for nine years.
In Liangyi Heaven, no matter if it was the Taoist or Buddhist sect, if any of the sects were attacked like this and had their entire mountain gate sealed with magical powers, it would be considered the most serious provocation.
If the real master who blocked the mountain gate could not respond in time and crack the opponent's means...how could he still walk in the Liangyitian cultivation world in the future? He would be too ashamed to see anyone.
Therefore, Monk Xueying and his entourage were very proud, while on Mount Qionghua, a group of Buddhist practitioners from Dajue Temple were so angry that they gritted their teeth and wished they could rush down and kill these evil monks from the Great Snow Mountain!
but……
In the Liangyi Heaven cultivation world, whether it is the Taoist Temple or the Buddhist Sect, there are certain unspoken rules when fighting between the major sects!
Unless it is in the Qingming Void where Monk Yuanjue ambushed and killed True Lord Liexu a few years ago, that strange area where cause and effect are severed and heavenly secrets are isolated, where one can do anything and use countless tricks without fear of being exposed, and where one cannot be exposed. Otherwise, in Liangyi Heaven, all fights must be conducted in accordance with this unspoken rule!
Monk Xue Ying is a disciple of the Daming Jinlun Temple. He brought the Buddhist treasures of his master to block Lu Yi's mountain gate. Then, as a disciple of the Dajue Temple and a true disciple of the Buddhist lineage, Fahai, whose status in Buddhism is much higher than that of Monk Xue Ying, can only rely on his own strength to compete with Monk Xue Ying!
Because Monk Xueying had asked Qingjing Dou'er to come, Fahai could go and borrow the Seven Treasures Vajra Circle from the Prison-Suppressing Xuanguang Buddha.
Under the premise that both parties hold the precious treasures of their own masters, if Fahai cannot defeat Monk Xueying head-on, then he will lose face.
Monk Yuanjue mobilized a large number of Buddhist practitioners from Dajue Temple to help Qionghua Mountain set up a mountain protection formation, build temples and Zen forests, and set up comprehensive restrictions. Among these Buddhist practitioners, there are many high-level Buddhist practitioners at the level of "Great Arhat" of Dajue Temple, who can really kill seventy or eighty monks of Xueying with one punch!
But these Buddhist practitioners from Dajue Temple could not take any action.
They are disciples of Monk Yuanjue, and their status is not as high as Lu Yu… If Lu Yu borrows their power to defeat Monk Xue Ying, not only will Lu Yu, a true disciple of Buddhism, be too ashamed to face people in the future, but the vision of Monk Yuanjue and even the Prison-Slaying Xuanguan Buddha will be questioned by countless Buddhist masters, and they will all be disgraced.
Therefore, outside the main peak of Qionghua Mountain, a number of cloud platforms are suspended.
Many Buddhist practitioners from Dajue Temple had completed all the construction projects in Qionghua Mountain Range, but had not yet received the decree from Monk Yuanjue to return to Dajue Temple, so they all stayed in Qionghua Mountain to watch the fun.
They can only watch the fun.
Numerous strong men, Vajra, Arhats leading the team, and even a few small Bodhisattvas, sat cross-legged on the cloud platform, staring at the frozen Qionghua Mountain with empty eyes.
Monk Yuanjue was still practicing and breaking through in the temple and had no time to give them any orders.
The Prison-Suppressing Black Light Buddha was dismantling the corpses of the barbarian kings and the demon kings, helping Lu Yi collect materials for refining weapons, and also had no time to deal with the little troubles here.
And Lu Yi...he had no idea that his own Qionghua Mountain had been frozen.
The Buddhist practitioners of Dajue Temple could only wait here and watch, unable to do anything.
In the distance, east of Liuxia River, there were a few clouds in the sky, and a group of bored Taoist immortals were watching the excitement from afar. There were quite a few of them, including passing immortals and immortals from Hunyuan Luotian Sect, including Wanxiang, Su Qianmo and others.
Even in the void, some of the attention of many powerful beings was directed over, most of whom were Dao Ting Zhenjun.
After all, it was a rare good show to see the disciples of the two major Buddhist sects fighting each other. If Lu Yu had not been listed on the Daluo Blood List of the Hunyuan Luotian Sect and it was difficult to jump over the generations, several Taoist masters would have even tried to help and sent their own disciples to Qionghua Mountain to add fuel to the fire, causing the two sects to fight each other to a bloody end.
At the gate, Monk Xue Ying said softly, "Nine years, nine whole years, Fahai has disappeared. People in the future should spread the word that Master Xue Ying of the Great Secret Golden Wheel Temple has blocked the gate of Fahai of the Great Awakening Temple for nine years... Haha, the true Buddhist lineage of the Great Awakening Temple!"
Several monks who were on good terms with Monk Xueying spoke eloquently and flattered him like a torrent of water.
Three thousand miles away from the main peak of Mount Qionghua, outside a small village, on a hill covered with a sea of flowers, there is a young monk about ten feet tall, his whole body as crystal clear as glass, his skin, flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs are all completely transparent, almost invisible in the air, with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of the main peak of Mount Qionghua with a gloomy face.
The skin and muscles of several people also showed varying degrees of transparency. Behind the young man stood Buddhist cultivators with deep and solemn auras. They had gloomy faces and bulging muscles on their cheeks. They looked so ferocious that they did not look like Buddhist cultivators. Instead, they looked like executioners in the secular world who had chopped off thirty to fifty thousand heads.
"If junior brother doesn't come back, his reputation will be ruined." The young monk clenched his fists again and again, and the knuckles of his fists made a crisp sound like the roar of jade bells, which showed that his body had been tempered to an incredible level.
"Tsk, back then, my master took me to the Baoyan Cave in Lingyuan Mountain to ask the Baoyan Thousand-Handed Buddha to help me refine my natal Buddha treasure. It took a total of three years." The young monk murmured, "My junior brother hasn't been back for nine years. How powerful must his Buddha treasure be?"
"Oh, this is my fate. The two worlds in the lower realm have unified their beliefs. Hehe, it will be of great benefit to Master, and it will also benefit my Dajue Temple. It is only natural that my little brother gets this preferential treatment."
“But this bastard monk Xuepeng, a bastard worse than pigs and dogs, actually dared to block the entrance to my junior brother’s temple in Dajue Temple… hehe.” The young monk rubbed his two rows of large teeth like colored glass fiercely, and immediately a ray of lightning splashed out: “Do you really think that I, the colored glass treasure bottle monk… can’t kill people ?”
"I hope that Junior Brother will be gentler when he comes back." The first disciple of Monk Yuanjue, the great disciple of the true Buddha lineage, who had also broken through the thirty-third heaven realm and possessed the Buddhist title of 'Great Bodhisattva', smiled with a dazed look in his eyes: "You must be gentle, and spare the life of that damn bald Monk Xueying... I, the Buddha, will definitely treat him well!"
Behind the Aquarius Glazed Monk, a fierce monk who was 21 feet tall and whose body except for his bones and heart had turned almost completely transparent said in a deep voice: "Master, you cannot take action due to your status... Hey, why don't the disciples disguise themselves and put on Taoist robes..."
Raising his right hand, the monk chopped it down lightly with his right palm like a knife, baring his teeth like a perverted killer who had been on the run for many years, and said with a weird laugh: "Just kill this Xuepeng!"
Monk Meng lowered his voice and said, "Recently, in the east, a few thief Taoist priests offered a high price to buy the corpse of a thief monk who had achieved great success in body training from the Daming Jinlun Temple. The price was extremely high..."
The Aquarius monk closed his eyes and murmured, "What kind of idiots have I accepted? So many people are watching the fun. How can you disguise yourself and deceive the eyes of any great bodhisattva? Stupid, stupid, I should have left you to be eaten by wild dogs on the roadside. I was so mean that I picked you up and raised you up... All the good wine and meat, it's better to feed you to the dogs!"
Monk Meng stared at the monk holding the vase in astonishment.
Several fellow disciples glared at Monk Meng angrily... It was all because of this idiot that they had to !
The Aquarius and Glazed Monk snorted coldly and whispered, "How many copper coins can the Snow Poppy guy be sold for? I won't make it. If I have to make it, I'll make a big one... Hehe, if I can sell the Divine Eagle Monk to those thieves... Tsk tsk!"
The monks looked at each other, shrank their necks and kept silent.
Although the Aquarius and Glass Monk has reached the realm of a 'great bodhisattva', his cultivation is still far behind that of the Divine Vulture Monk... If he wants to sell the Divine Vulture Monk, well, it's a long way to go!
Shaking his head, the Aquarius and Glass Monk whispered, "Stop making noise and keep an eye on them. Among the many disciples that Junior Junior brought with him this time, there are quite a few powerful and useful people. Junior Junior's grandfather, Lu Xiu, was a good commander of troops in battle... Junior Junior's father, Lu Yu, practiced the Blood Path Magical Art, which is just right for doing some... ahem, things that are inconvenient for us to do."
"Anyway, we have to keep an eye on him until Junior Brother returns."
"As long as Monk Xuepeng follows the rules, it's fine... I'm just worried that someone will break the rules and take advantage of the chaos to attack. That would be great."
Outside the main gate of Qionghua Mountain , the monk Xueying's voice rose slowly: "Brother Fahai, Xueying has come from afar. Brother, you are staying indoors. Is this the courtesy of hospitality? The reputation of the Dajue Temple's Buddhist lineage has been lost by you, brother."
From all directions, many Taoist immortals who were watching the fun and not making a big deal were laughing.
The 'chuckles' of these immortals were mixed with immortal spirit, and instantly spread to tens of thousands of miles around. There were even high-level immortals whose laughter spread directly to a distance of millions of miles.
In the belly of the mountain, the three women, Lu Xiu, Lu Yu and Qing You, were still able to keep their composure. However, a group of vicious monks including Jie Yin Toudao and Sha Fo Wu Xin were already so angry that their eyes turned red. They pointed to the sky and the earth and greeted the ancestors of Monk Xue Ying and the countless thieves and bald men in the Daming Jinlun Temple!
Just as Monk Xueying opened his mouth to provoke again, a dark light slowly descended from the temple and gently landed on Lu Yi's palm.
Lu Yi let out a light shout, and the two fingers of his right hand were like swords. One of them pierced his heart, and a stream of golden hot blood spurted out, splashing on the ball of dim light.
