Chapter 706: Terror (2)
The little monk with pigtails was happily chewing jujubes.
The wild jujube, which was seeded by the Prison-Suppressing Xuanguang Buddha and grown by the meritorious light of the Precious Light Merit Buddha, has a thin skin, thick flesh, a small core, rich juice, and extremely sweetness. In particular, it contains a majestic immortal spirit. One wild jujube is enough to rival hundreds of top-grade immortal crystals!
You must know that a top-grade immortal crystal can be absorbed by a true immortal below the tenth level for half a month!
You can imagine how magical the effects of this jujube are.
Compared to the little monk who was shaking his head and eating heartily, the monk Shenjiu was pale, with no trace of blood on his lips, almost transparent. He tightly grasped the silver silk in his hand, looking at the Buddhist texts on it that emitted a faint golden light and were written in majestic and powerful handwriting. He was like being struck by thunder, and his whole body was completely stiff.
"Our Buddha said, you guys should hurry up." The little monk spat out the date pit in his mouth and put it into his sleeve. "That monk Fahai was very ruthless. If Junior Brother Zhencan gets into trouble because of him, you will be held responsible!"
The Divine Eagle Monk looked at the young monk in shock and horror: "But, the one who murdered Senior Brother Zhencan was..."
The little monk spread his hands and looked at the Divine Eagle Monk with a playful smile: "How should I know what the Buddha is thinking? Hurry up and bring Junior Brother Zhencan back and take care of his injuries. That's it. Hey, hey, what a big bird!"
A loud sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the little monk's figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, behind the main hall on the top of the mountain of Daming Jinlun Temple , on the top of a big cedar, in a huge bird's nest, there was a 'small bird' as big as an adult elephant, but with only a few thin feathers on its body, obviously just a few days old. Blood suddenly splattered on its head, and the little monk happily grabbed the bird's neck, turned into a very faint Buddha light, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"What a fat bird, it's best to make beggar's chicken!"
The Vulture Monk was startled by the little monk's speed. He turned back suddenly and saw only a few thin feathers falling in a disorderly manner.
He shouted angrily, "Brother, this is the patrol bird of my Great Snow Mountain..."
But when he opened his eyes, there was no trace of the little monk.
The eyes of the Divine Eagle Monk shone with bright light, and he used the great bodhisattva-level magical power of the Dharma Eye to scan in all directions. Logically, this one glance should be enough to find everything he wanted to find within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles... However, the little monk was still nowhere to be found, and he couldn't even find any trace of the light left by the little monk!
All the pores on his body were tense, the monk Shenjiu's hair stood up, and cold sweat kept flowing down.
This little novice monk is the messenger sent by the Buddha of Precious Light and Merit... Judging from his clothes and appearance, he is just a boy in front of the seat.
But his cultivation...his methods...even crushed the great Bodhisattva, Monk Shenjiu!
The silver brocade in his hand suddenly became heavy, and the body of the Divine Eagle Monk began to tremble uncontrollably.
He subconsciously turned his gaze towards Mount Qionghua.
He just happened to see a disciple that his sect had sent to Mount Qionghua, clutching a booklet tightly in both hands, and flying in the sky in a daze, stepping on the clouds.
The arrival of the little monk just now distracted Monk Shenjiu's attention, and he did not see the scene where Lu Yi stuffed the booklet with a huge opening into his disciple's hands.
Looking at his disciple's distorted face, the Divine Eagle Monk murmured, "What happened? That little thief Fahai, what did he do again?"
While the cub of the patrol bird of the monk Divine Vulture was kidnapped and was about to be made into beggar's chicken, at the same time, in the Mingguang Cave of Yuanfu Mountain, a young monk who also had a pigtail stepped on the cloud light and drove straight into the Mingguang Cave.
Along the way, many playful monks poked their heads out from time to time, wanting to scold them - Mingguang Cave was a place with rules, and Bodhisattva Xile stipulated that all disciples were strictly prohibited from flying in the cave.
But when they saw the little novice monk with a small nose and small eyes, these buddha monks shrank their heads and tiptoed back to their own meditation rooms, closed the doors tightly, silently chanted mantras to eliminate disasters and solve problems, opened various prohibitions, isolated themselves from all sounds inside and outside, and dared not make the slightest noise.
There was even a monk who was closer to the cave entrance. He packed his bags and slipped out without saying a word.
In the deepest part of the cave, in a pool of merit, the Bodhisattva of Joy and the nun Qingjing were soaking in the pool water, smiling, "You feed me a sip of fruit wine, and I give you a fruit." There were many demon girls walking around, serving the two of them well and comfortably.
The young monk went straight in, no one stopped him and no one reported the matter to him.
The Buddhist array restrictions of Mingguang Cave were much weaker than those of the Great Snow Mountain. A circle of meritorious Buddha light lingered around the little monk. Wherever he passed, all the Buddhist arrays opened automatically and all the restrictions were closed. No one knew that an outsider had broken in.
When the young monk reached the Merit Pond, he heard Nun Qingjing smiling and saying to Bodhisattva Joy, "Don't worry, nothing will happen... Junior Brother Zhencan is Master's favorite disciple a few years ago. Let alone his magical powers, just his identity. In such a huge Liangyi Heaven, how many people would dare to provoke him?"
"Hehe, with Junior Brother Zhencan's help, we can securely take over Qionghua Mountain. For the sake of that good Taoist temple, even if we lose a few disciples, what does it matter?"
Nun Qing Jing smiled smugly and said, "After we get Qionghua Mountain, we must have a good talk with the Divine Eagle. We can let him plunder the floating wealth in the mountain, but Qionghua Mountain must belong to you and me."
Looking up, with blurry eyes at the countless gemstones inlaid on the cave ceiling, Nun Qingjing murmured, "This is the temple of Queen Qionghua... I don't know what secret benefits are left here. If I can get Queen Qionghua's inheritance, hehe, I can become a Buddha too!"
Bodhisattva Joy also smiled and nodded repeatedly.
These two are truly a disgrace to Buddhism.
Monk Shenjiu was still keeping a close eye on the developments in Mount Qionghua, but the two of them sent out a group of disciples to devise a set of despicable tactics to plot against Lu Yi, and then the two of them just had fun in their own nest, not caring about the subsequent developments at all.
Even Su Xin, Su Yu, and a group of disciples from Mingguang Cave were killed by Lu Yi using the Fantian Seal. The Buddhist practitioners in charge of daily affairs in Mingguang Cave have already received detailed intelligence - but when the Bodhisattva Xile and the nun Qingjing were bathing in the pond, no one was allowed to disturb them...
Therefore, the disciple in charge who brought the sad news of the death was still waiting outside in misery, while the little monk was able to break in.
Holding a jujube in his mouth and a piece of silver brocade in his left hand, the young monk pulled out a bamboo whip made of purple bamboo roots with fine golden threads in his right hand, and without saying a word, he whipped the Bodhisattva of Joy who was soaking in the pond.
As the bamboo whip moved, countless fine golden threads flashed, and a total of 108 kinds of Buddha's light sprayed out from the bamboo whip at the same time.
The light was bright and dazzling. Under the blessing of the Buddha's light, the bamboo whip, which was as thick as a thumb and six or seven feet long, became extremely heavy. With a "hum" sound, it hit the back of Joyful Bodhisattva firmly.
A pink Buddha light shone on the body of the Joyful Bodhisattva, and just after it had spurted out of the body for about three inches, it was shattered by the Buddha light on the bamboo whip. The bamboo whip fell fiercely, and the white and tender skin on the body of the Joyful Bodhisattva, which was comparable to that of a young lady, was suddenly torn, and a hideous wound deep to the bone suddenly appeared, and a large amount of blood spurted out like a boiling fountain.
A shrill howl was heard, and Bodhisattva of Joy suddenly jumped up, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Familiar recipe, familiar taste, even without using any magical powers or looking back, Joyful Bodhisattva knew what had happened.
He shouted hoarsely: "I have done nothing wrong recently, why is the Buddha punishing me?"
The little monk smiled so brightly that his nose and eyes wrinkled up. He swung the bamboo whip and lashed it hard a few times, causing the Bodhisattva of Joy to twitch all over. He sank lifelessly to the bottom of the pond like a rag doll that had been destroyed by violence, and only floated up slowly after a long while.
Nun Qingjing was stunned for a while, then suddenly opened her arms and stood in front of Bodhisattva Xile.
She looked at the little monk standing on the cloud and screamed, "Fortune Boy... Xile has done nothing wrong these days..."
The Lucky Boy ate the dates in two bites, put the pits into his sleeves, and casually threw the silver silk to the nun Qingjing: "Junior Sister Qingjing, take a closer look. Junior Brother Zhencan has been tricked by you guys!"
Sighing, the Fortune Boy spread his hands and said, "The Buddha said that if Junior Brother Zhencan cannot return intact... this time, Xile will definitely suffer a lot... For Junior Sister's sake, I probably won't die, but I guess I won't live a happy life. It's better to die!"
Before he finished speaking, the bamboo whip in the Fortune Boy's hand lit up again. The whip avoided the nun Qingjing who was staring at the brocade in amazement, and lashed the body of the Joyful Bodhisattva for more than ten times.
Each blow left a wound deep to the bone on the body of Joyful Bodhisattva, and blood gushed out, instantly dyeing the water in the Merit Pool red.
Bodhisattva Joy screamed at the top of her lungs: "Brother Zhaocai, please show some mercy. What happened to Brother Zhencan? I will, I will, make sure he is safe and sound!"
The Fortune Boy sighed heavily, "All right? Intact? Alas, my internal organs have almost been taken out by the flat-haired beast that they summoned. How can you say I am intact?"
"Hurry up and think of a solution, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to pass this time!"
The Fortune Boy shook his head, raised the bamboo whip, hesitated for a moment, and then whipped the nun Qingjing hard.
With a muffled sound, a horrible wound nearly splitting Nun Qingjing in two appeared on her body. Along with earth-shattering cries, the Fortune Boy sighed, "Don't blame me. The Buddha personally ordered me to give you ten lashes. There are still nine more lashes."
With a hint of mischief in his eyes, the Fortune Boy said quietly, "However, the Buddha has instructed that you only need to take one whip. The remaining nine whips can be taken by Junior Brother Xile... for you! You two should quickly decide who will take the next nine whips?"
The atmosphere nearby suddenly became awkward and frozen.
