Chapter 207: It’s all floating clouds

Only the red-faced Miaoyan saw the abbot of Fuhu Temple with such magic power, but he thought in his heart:

I originally heard that although Guan Yue was the abbot of Fuhu Temple and had high magic power, I only heard that she was only a hundred years old. She just passed the practice of the Dharma. It seems that this move has clearly reached the low level of practice. This is very different from rumors!

Could it be that his magic power suddenly increased greatly? Is it related to that magic weapon?

Thinking of this, his heart became more and more greedy and hard to stop.

Xiao Lei looked at it carefully and couldn't help but feel interested. He smiled and said, "Yi? This is very interesting! Could it be that it is some of the 72 unique skills in Shaolin Temple and some picking fingers? I thought it was just what was said in martial arts novels. Is it true?"

After all, Yu Xuzi next to him is an old man of cultivation, so his knowledge is naturally much stronger than Xiao Lei. He couldn't help but say disdain: "What is picking flowers? This is the Buddhist method, picking flowers and laughing. The Buddhism is profound and full of vitality. The abbot of Fuhu Temple is even better than the bald thief with a blue face."

Xiao Lei knew that he was wrong and didn't care, but he had other thoughts in his mind: Is there really something treasure in this Fuhu Temple?

These monks came from afar to grab things, so they were certain.

only……

It’s a circle! This Emei Mountain is my territory! Even if there is any treasure, I have to grab it first! Where is these foreign wild thieves’ turn?

At this time, the two below had already started to compete. They saw Zen Master Guanyue and the black-faced monk both stride forward, then stretched out their fingers and bounced.

The leaves in their hands were floating out and collided with two flames.

In the air, two lines of fire were entangled and knotted, and they were both standing on the spot. Cui Dong's magic power was.

However, this Buddhist magic all emphasizes the harmony of one's body. Although the two of them are fighting, their faces are quiet, their eyebrows are leisurely, and the smile on their faces are always hung.

Sure enough, Yu Xuzi was right. Zen Master Guanyue’s magic power was higher than his sleeves and his robe shook slightly, and the fire line gradually forced the monk Qingfaced. The monk Qingfaced breathed in repeatedly, but letting him suck his magic power was three points after all. Seeing that the flame approached him, the smile on his face could not help but be a little bit forced.

The so-called smile on his face turned into a "smile smile on his face, and the same smile was very different.

Seeing that the abbot of this temple was the dominant, some people who couldn't help but exclaimed. The monk's face turned bluer even more. The face that was originally ashen turned turned into black and purple.

Suddenly, I heard Zen Master Guanyue shout loudly: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

But when he saw a cry, the flame swept away. The leaves of the green-faced monk in the sky turned into dust with a "wave". The flames rolled onto the green-faced monk's arm. The green-faced monk was shocked and couldn't help but exclaim.

Xiao Lei clapped his hands and smiled, "What a 'screaming scream of flowers', extremely wonderful!"

Zen Master Guanyue was unwilling to hurt others. According to his original intention, although the other party was struggling with each other, he just wanted to burn the other party's clothes and make him look ugly and leave with difficulty.

But he didn't expect that the black-faced monk who had been sitting next to him had a sudden shout when he saw his companion lose!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This loud roar was like ten dragons and ten tigers, and the roar was deafening! But when the strong wind was swept wildly, sand and stones were flying, the flames on the green-faced monk were immediately blown out by the strong wind.

The strong wind came and went quickly, and came in an instant, and left in an instant. The monks in the yard were also blown to the point of being tilted. In the panic, the wind stopped!

Only Guan Yue and other monks with profound Buddhist teachings could stand firmly. Zen Master Guan Yue's face changed slightly. Although he tried his best to calm down, he was shocked!

You know, the flames were not ordinary fires in his Buddhist teachings just now! If it were the flames in the mortal world, they might be blown out by the wind, but the flames created by this magic power could not be blown out by the wind and water could not be extinguished! Since the black-faced monk entered the temple, he just sat there without saying a word, and suddenly showed his hand. With just a shout, he extinguished his magical fire. This kind of cultivation is much higher than himself!

The black-faced monk had already stood up and shouted: "My Monk, we are here to seek treasure today. Such a mother-in-law and mother will waste time! Do you dare to gamble with me!"

Guan Yue said loudly: "Dare you ask about this master's name? Such magic powers as you are definitely not a nameless person. If you come to our temple today, if you want to rely on your magic power to force people, even if our temple is defeated, you will deal with you to the end!"

The monks around him shouted at the same time: "Amitabha!"

The black-faced monk laughed loudly, his laughter was a little sharp and harsh, as if he was carrying a metal sound, and he shouted: "The monk's tone is hard, but I don't know if his ability is hard! If you ask me the Dharma name, it's okay! If you can accept me, I will tell you! If you can't handle it, what if you obediently hand over that thing?"

After all, he was quick-witted and immediately shouted: "Master has made a good deal of this! It's not a good idea to know whether you know your Dharma name. With a Dharma name, you can exchange it for the treasures in my temple. It's too much to say!"

Xiao Lei shook his head and cried out inwardly after hearing this: "I've been fooled! The monk Guanjuan thought he was a smart guy when he saw him last time, but now he was attacked by the other party."

Yu Xuzi next to him said coldly: "What kind of provocation method?"

Xiao Lei smiled and said, "Look, these people came to Fuhu Temple to grab some treasures. Fuhu Temple has been denied that there are any treasures. This black-faced monk said this on purpose! Now this monk Guanjue can't stand it, so he said, "With your Dharma name, I will exchange for the treasures in my temple." As soon as this sentence came out, it was actually equivalent to admitting that there were treasures in his temple!"

Yu Xuzi looked at Xiao Lei deeply and sighed: "It is you who have this kind of mind. There are so many calculations. No wonder everyone who meets you suffers!"

Xiao Lei smiled and said, "The so-called fighting is not a force. Fighting is inferior, but a stronger person is better than a brain! This black-faced monk is not simple! Fuhu Temple will suffer a loss."

The black-faced monk showed a hint of glamour in his eyes below. When Zen Master Guanyue heard Guan Jue’s words, he immediately thought to himself. Guan Jue also realized that he had made a mistake and said quickly: “What are the masters who want to bet on? Don’t say that there is no treasure in my temple. Even if there is any treasure, it is just a relic of the senior monks in my temple, and you can’t give it to anyone for nothing!”

The black-faced monk smiled and said, "Amitabha, I don't want the relics of your senior monk. Leave no gossip, I will give you a question, let's compete. If you lose, let me search in this temple! If I lose, I will give up what happened today!"

Guan Yue frowned and said, "If the master loses, you will leave my temple and will not disturb my temple's cultivation again!"

The black-faced monk suddenly laughed, with infinite mockery in his laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Guanyue couldn't help but say, "What is the master laughing at?"

The black-faced monk said proudly: "I am not a master, and you don't have to call me a master! But it's just funny to hear you speak. If I lose to you today, I will turn around and leave. But when I find a master tomorrow, I will come again! If I lose again tomorrow, I will come again the day after tomorrow! I will tell you that we are determined to win that thing! You can hide for a day, but not hiding for ten days! If you don't hand over that thing, I'm afraid your temple will be in peace all day!"

This is a robber argument that is unconcealed. How could he look like a monk?

Xiao Lei smiled and said, "Okay, okay! What a shameless robber! What this person said is deeply my heart! It is deeply my heart! Since he is a robber, he naturally doesn't have any bullshit principles. A wonderful person! It is indeed a wonderful person!"

Yu Xuzi next to him sighed in his heart, not knowing whether it was admiration or contempt. I thought I had lost to Xiao Lei many times because the other party was despicable and shameless, so I had no worries!

Xiao Lei continued to laugh and said, "Since you want to defeat your opponent, you should be unscrupulous and have no taboos. You can defeat your opponent. Even if you are more despicable and shameless, it's nothing! If you conspire and conspire, it's a good trick to kill the opponent! This person's words are interesting. These monks are not opponents!"

The black-faced monk suddenly burst into laughter, and with a wave of sleeves, a strong wind swept away. On the big bell behind the yard, the rope suddenly broke. With a bang, he hit the bell stand and flew straight towards the black-faced monk. The monks from Fuhu Temple next to him rolled and crawled away, fearing that the big bell would be hit and bloody!

The black-faced monk copied it and held the big bell in his palm! The big bell is more than two meters high, and it is probably at least a thousand pounds of cast iron, but it was held on his palm with one hand, as if he held a straw, and he laughed: "Watch the moon, we will bet on this bell! I always like the rhythm! I will use this bell to ring a song. If you can finish listening to it without falling, you will be considered a winner!"

After saying that, he held the clock with one hand and flicked his fingers slightly on the clock with the other hand...

boom!!!!!!!

A circle of sound waves that can be seen with naked eyes flew out in an arc!

Guanyue's face changed drastically. She had only had time to lift her palms in one go. She was hit by the sound waves. She sprayed blood in her mouth and took two steps backwards. A Zen room behind her also collapsed halfway!!

The black-faced monk sneered: "Can't you listen to this first sound? Come again!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and beat the clock again!

This time it was even more amazing. I heard a buzzing sound, dust was shining everywhere, and many monks in the surrounding yard were shocked, and half of them fainted.

Guanyue's face was bleak, and she knew that she was definitely not a match for this person. Seeing that the Heshi Temple was about to suffer, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I think I was too arrogant! If I had known that the enemy was so powerful, I would have sent people to other sects on Mount Emei to ask for help! Not to mention anything else, there is the Xiaoyao Sect nearby, which is quite in love with Fuhu Temple. The Xiaoyao Sect has high magic. If they come forward to help, they will naturally be able to retreat to this powerful enemy.

The black-faced monk laughed and shouted, "Guanyue, are you convinced?"

Guanyue was so dizzy that he saw the monk under him. He was shocked by him, and his qi and blood were rippling. He was definitely not his opponent, so how could he dare to show off?

With a sigh, he was about to admit defeat.

The monk Guanjue next to him looked at the abbot's face and hurriedly shouted: "Abbot, you must not! We will sacrifice ourselves to the Tao for the sake of the Tao! We are not afraid of this devil's powerful enemy!"

Guanjue was bleeding from his mouth. The black-faced monk glared at him, looked at him hatefully, and suddenly reached out and grabbed him in the air. The Guanjue monk immediately flew towards him, and was grabbed by him and lifted up. The black-faced monk shouted strangely: "Monkey, I don't like to kill people very much. But if you resist stubbornly today, then I won't blame me for killing!"

Guanjuan's neck was pinched and his body couldn't struggle, but he just pushed a few words out of his throat: "Evil demons and heretics dare to covet my Buddhist treasure!"

When the black face heard the four words "evil devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's devil's

He let out a moment of crying, and his head was about to hit the wall. His body was restrained and he could not move. This collision would probably make his brain burst. Monk Guanyue shouted loudly, and his body flew over. He hugged Guanyu!

But the black-faced monk swung more than a thousand pounds? Although Guan Yue hugged him, his back slammed heavily on the wall.

With a few clicks, he didn't know how many bones were broken on his body, and blood was gushing. Although he could save his life, he was stunned on the ground.

The monks from Fuhu Temple at the He Temple next to him shouted, some lifted their fists, and some kicked them, and they all called the black-faced monk.

The black-faced monk just laughed wildly, holding the clock with one hand and giving some advice with the other, knocking down these people down.

Guan Jue and Guan Yue were stunned on the ground, but sighed one after another, and were completely disappointed. Suddenly, Guan Yue stared at the black-faced monk.

I saw him laughing wildly, tall, holding a big bell with one hand, suddenly remembering someone in his heart, and couldn't help but shout: "You... are you one of the five masters in the world, Monk Guzhong!!!"

The black-faced monk was suddenly stunned, his laughter stopped immediately, he turned around and stared at the two of them, and his tone was singular: "What did you say?"

Guanjue was even more certain about the guess in his heart and said angrily: "Monkey Gu Zhong, you are also the top master in the world. I never thought that you would do such a despicable thing!!"

The black-faced monk suddenly laughed strangely: "Hehe, I'm not a good person at all!"

Guanjue was desperate and thought that since the other party was Monk Gu Zhong, he would definitely not be his opponent. This time Fuhu Temple seems to be dead!
Chapter completed!