Chapter 641 What is your identity? Compare your level with me
The cramped alley suddenly became quiet.
The two senior brothers stood with their hands down, staring silently at the monk Zhikong in front of them. After a long time, the corners of their mouths raised: "That's good." After being sent back to the church, the elders are still waiting."
Zhiqing reached out and patted Zhikong on the shoulder, and said: "Then I won't disturb my junior brother. You go ahead and take your leave. .”
After that, with smiles hidden in their eyes, the two of them turned around and walked out of the alley without any hesitation. However, their steps were obviously a little hasty compared to when they came back.
Monk Zhikong kept clasping his palms together, slowly opened his eyes, and did not look back, still staring at the tips of his shoes: "Brother, the elders in the sect have taught us what compassion is."
He just has little experience and is not a real fool.
I also know that it is difficult for others to believe my reaction just now.
It is true that Shen Xianyou read the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, but people in the world are naturally curious, and those who don’t know are not guilty. What’s more, the other party actually saved two innocent lives under the hands of Senior Brother Lingguang, preventing the sutra from being spread outside the law. , causing a catastrophe in the world.
The merits outweigh the faults.
The two people slowly stopped and looked at each other, their voices getting colder: "Have your elders ever taught monks not to lie?"
As they spoke, they glanced at the people next to them. The half-open wooden door opened without wind, revealing the old woman who was eavesdropping curiously behind.
Suddenly discovered, the old woman's saggy face trembled a few times, and she turned around and wanted to escape into the house, but her rickety body suddenly flew back.
She struggled wildly like a little chicken, and her head was already tightly held by big rough hands.
In just one breath, the old woman stopped struggling, her eyes were dazed, and even though she had been released, she didn't know how to run away, and she stood there sluggishly.
Zhiqing took back the golden book from her and threw it away.
簌簌——
The edge of the booklet was like a knife, and it suddenly passed over the face of Monk Zhikong, leaving a faint blood mark on the skin of the accomplished practitioner.
The strength between the two is clearly superior.
"She has meditated on the precious scriptures in her mortal body. She has fallen into a sea of misery in this life, but you hesitated so much that you refused to save her."
Zhiqing looked back towards the end of the alley, and said with a gentle smile: "Now I will take my place. You saved her, and it just taught you what compassion is."
"Junior brother, look at what you have learned through experience in the world. If the elders knew about it, I don't know how distressed they would be. careful If you fall into the sea of suffering, your moral character will be lacking, you will never achieve fruition in your life."
Monk Zhiming clasped his hands together and softly comforted you: "I think you have already carried a lot of human imperial energy, so you should return to the religion as soon as possible. , please help the elders to make up for the last calamity. You and I will practice hard together and reach the realm of the Golden Lotus Walker as soon as possible."
After that, the two of them stepped forward again and soon walked out of this civilian alley.
What they want is the content of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, not the Sutra itself. Compared with taking it from Zhikong, which will cause a lot of troubles, it is better to go to "others" to get it, and no one can find fault.
“Huh.”
Monk Zhikong stood there, looking in a trance.
If a monk does not lie, his moral character will be defective, and he will never achieve enlightenment in his life...many words echo in his ears.
After a long time, he bent down to pick up the golden book, turned around and walked in front of the dull old woman, murmuring: "If it's missing, take it."
He sat cross-legged, raised his palms, and the royal energy of the world, which he earned through begging and suffering for others, came out from his lips and tongue, and slowly penetrated into the head of the stupid old woman.
In an instant, the expressions of the two of them seemed to have changed.
If you want to use the imperial energy, you must digest the power of wish.
Monk Zhikong's expression gradually became stunned, while the old lady's eyes became clearer and clearer.
However, the process of digesting the will power this time was actually easier than before.
Soon, Monk Zhikong regained some of his consciousness, and an unpleasant curse sounded in his ears.
"Thief monk! Killing!"
Obviously still immersed in the panic just now, the old lady kicked Zhikong on the chest and jumped back into the house as if she was running away. The door slammed shut.
"Slow down."
Monk Zhikong looked pale, smiled helplessly, wiped his heart, got up and left the alley.
The imperial energy that came from begging for food should be used on the body where it came from.
……
Jianyang Mansion Inn.
Although the Demon Slayer Division cannot reveal his identity openly and openly, he is still considered a member of the imperial court, and there is still no shortage of accommodation that should be arranged.
It’s just that since Shen Yi joined the team, she followed Meng Xiuwen everywhere and never had time to meet the prefect, so she was a little late and could only stay in the inn temporarily.
He took a nap in his room and did not go to chat with Hongze's old friend.
It is one thing to say hello to everyone in front of the Earth Temple and the Demon Slayer Division, but it is another thing to be too involved in other places.
With so many people and many eyes, Shen Yi did not forget that she still had troubles to deal with.
Bang bang.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't want anything to happen now.
When I opened the door, I saw that the person coming was Ye Jing.
"Master Shen, a child just sent this letter to the inn, saying that it was from a monk. The monk had to inform others, so he didn't come over by himself."
" Huh? "
Shen Yi took the letter and turned it over.
As expected, the only monk he knew in Jianyang Mansion was Master Zhikong.
The content on the stationery is very simple.
There are disciples of the Bodhi Sect coming after them, but they are not evil. Please leave Jianyang Mansion as soon as possible and go to a place as close to the imperial capital as possible.
"What's the matter?"
Seeing Shen Yi's expression change slightly, Ye Jing looked over curiously.
Lord Shen never showed any emotional fluctuations even when he faced the Immortal Official before.
“…”
Shen Yi slowly folded the letter paper, raised her eyes and looked outside.
For a while after he came out, his understanding of Bodhisattva was no longer what it was before.
This is a behemoth that far exceeds our imagination.
After taking their things and killing their disciples, it is not so easy to get away. It is normal to be traced and come to your door.
I just didn’t expect that Master Zhikong would actually tip him off.
Under normal circumstances, Shen Yi would definitely have withdrawn without hesitation, at least until Ye Lan, a strong man who could truly control the situation, came back.
But now——
There are still a large group of old friends living in this huge Jianyang Mansion.
"Send a message to Meng Tou and go find him."
Shen Yi is not an arrogant person. He has personally experienced how powerful the disciples of the Bodhi Sect are. Let alone being enemies across realms, just by virtue of With his current background, he can't even say whether he will win or lose in the same realm.
Meng Xiuwen was able to kill the owner of the bear demon. Needless to say, he was powerful. He was perhaps the only person he could rely on now.
Although this is a personal enmity between myself and the Bodhi Sect.
But after all, he is a colleague and a dignified dynasty, and it is impossible for him to watch his demon slayer officer being beaten to death with sticks in front of his eyes.
"Okay!"
Ye Jing immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. Without any more nonsense, she pinched her fingers and the aura escaped out of the door.
She pushed the door open and glanced around. After finding nothing strange, she led the way downstairs.
The inn was overcrowded and the street was still noisy.
"Master Shen, I feel something is wrong."
Ye Jing walked through the crowd, her steps slowing down. She knelt down and picked up a fruit still stained with water drops from the street vendor's stall. "Would you like to try it?" The smile on the vendor's face slightly dispelled the doubts in the demon-slayer's mind.
She smiled back and put the fruit back.
"Maybe I'm worrying too much." Ye Jing let out a breath. Maybe it was because she had experienced too many things recently, which made her a little suspicious: "Let's go find Meng Tou first."< br>
She continued to move forward, but found that Lord Shen was still standing there, and couldn't help but look back in confusion.
Shen Yi quietly stared ahead.
Two women walked together, one wearing a black blouse and the other wearing a white skirt. They both looked at the land of China with a fresh look and discussed Jianyang Mansion and Qingzhou. difference.
Then, they just walked past each other.
“Tsk.”
Shen Yi closed his eyes and used the same method again, but what really made him helpless was that he was in the Tao realm at that time, so it didn’t matter if he couldn’t see through it. Now that he has reached the perfect state of a true immortal, he has even been trained by General Yanlan, and his cultivation is perfect, but he still cannot see through it.
The disciples of the three religions are indeed somewhat beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, the long street around him instantly became empty, and a ray of spiritual light turned into a dead leaf and landed lightly at the feet of the two of them.
Ye Jing suddenly lowered her eyes, staring closely at the leaf.
That was the message she had sent to Meng Tou before, but it was actually intercepted without any sound.
Almost instantly, her palm was placed on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and the white light that pierced the sky began to accumulate, trying to break through this illusion with her true immortal cultivation.
However, the white light that overflowed from the scabbard actually retreated back like a tide the moment it burst out.
A tiny trace of golden light fell in the gap, making it impossible for her to even pull out the sword.
"Master Shen, let's go!"
Ye Jing's face turned pale in a rare way, and the golden light broke through all laws. This is the Bodhi Sect!
As a member of the Demon Slaying Division, I am always prepared to be revenged by the three religions.
Moreover, this revenge-seeking person dared to take action in the palace of the Divine Dynasty at the risk of serious injustice. It was definitely not because of some trivial matter.
But she really didn’t remember that Jianyang Mansion had ever offended the Bodhi Sect, so she had no chance to react at all.
The next moment, the familiar long street slowly faded away.
It turned into a magnificent hall, with empty altars on both sides. Only in the front stood a golden statue of a god whose dignity was indescribable.
That strong and tall body is perfect without a single flaw.
Behind him were equally huge dragons and tigers.
The dragon is in the posture of soaring, and the tiger is in the posture of descending the mountain. There are thick chains wrapped around the body, and the other end of the chain is tied to the body of the statue.
Under the altar, there are four futons.
There are already figures on two of them, their limbs were forcibly broken into a respectful form of atonement, and they were fixed with sharp tools.
“You have committed sins that need to be washed away with piety.”
The indifferent voice echoed, and in an instant it turned into thunderous shouts!
“Kneel down!”
The loud shouts were heard one after another, like thunder, and continued throughout the hall.
The figures on the two futons twitched violently, changed beyond recognition, and cried in extreme embarrassment: "We haven't seen anything, we haven't seen anything, Master is wronged!"
The words have not yet been spoken. Fall, the man's head exploded instantly!
A blood-stained long steel stick was stuck on the ground.
The female cultivator of Ziyun Sect suddenly lost her voice, her facial features were distorted and she stared at the pair of broken straw sandals in front of her eyes, and she did not even dare to look at the owner of this pair of straw sandals.
“Have you really never seen it?”
The ascetic slowly leaned over, and the woman finally screamed: “I don’t even know what you are talking about!”
< br>“That’s it.”
Monk Zhiqing nodded, murmured, and then cast his eyes on the young man in black clothes in the distance: "Does that mean that the sin is actually on the donor?"
As he spoke, His face was always calm, and only now did he reveal a smile: "Then why doesn't the donor kneel down, piously admit his mistake, and exchange for the forgiveness of the dragon, tiger, and arhat?" He struck the woman's head without hesitation.
When——
What sounded was not the sound of a head exploding, but a crisp metallic buzz.
A second long stick stood in the middle.
The monk, glowing with golden light, suddenly broke into the illusion. He blocked the stick without saying a word and looked at Zhiqing with an indifferent expression: "Monk Thief, you killed someone."< br>
Hearing this title, Zhiqing's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of sullenness in his eyes.
But he didn't say anything, he just used all his strength to press the stick downwards.
“……”
Monk Zhikong's two thin arms trembled violently. Even if the golden light on his body was brighter, it could not stop the stick from falling slowly.
The Five Tribulations Walker and the Six Tribulations Walkers fought against each other. The difference was only one calamity, but it represented 129,600 years of cultivation.
His arm bones gradually creaked, the skin tightened, and then broke. The golden blood stained the entire long stick, but he still refused to let go.
Monk Zhikong’s face showed intense pain.
I was late last time, and I am late again this time.
I'm always late.
And even if it arrives, nothing seems to change.
At this moment, Zhikong suddenly saw another strange smile on Zhiqing's face. As if he had expected something, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.
Even with his eyesight, he could only vaguely see the shadow of a stick, drawing straight towards Ye Jing's back.
"I have prepared four futons, so none of them can be left empty." Zhiqing whispered softly.
"You... are worthy of talking about mercy!" A rare trace of ferocity appeared on Monk Zhikong's face. After breaking the precept of lying, he actually broke the precept of anger, one of the three poisons.
Among the people present, no one except him could take the second stick.
If you save the person in front of you, you cannot save the person far away.
With Ye Jing’s cultivation level, she couldn’t even detect the existence of the stick, let alone avoid it.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound, but the expression on Zhikong's face froze for a moment.
The chopped stick fell quietly into the palm of a white hand.
Shen Yi was tall and tall, standing upright. With his eyes closed, he finally caught the trace of the iron rod at such a close distance.
But catching the trace is not important, what is important is how to catch it.
"You..."
Zhiming, who came from a sneak attack, wanted to draw the stick, but found it a bit difficult. The skin of the opponent's palm holding the stick also glowed with golden light.
Among the people present, there was actually a fourth traveler.
This incident in itself is shocking enough, but what Zhiming really puzzles is how the opponent can compete with his own Lotus Platform of Six Tribulations with bare hands based on how weak the golden light is.
“Why?” He tightened his grip on the long stick and tried to pull it out again.
"Because." Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes. The long stick was struggling like a snake in his palm, but he could not break free from the shackles of his fingers no matter what.
The ink shirt surged, and he suddenly used strength to lift Monk Zhiming up and smashed him to the ground.
Boom!
The entire hall was like an earth dragon turning over, and all the square bricks were exploded!
Zhiming's heart felt heavy, and he looked up in surprise, only to see the young man holding the stick tightly, looking down at him with calm eyes, and his voice without any ripples.
“I am an official and you are a thief.”
After just one sentence, Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, and finally looked through Shen Yi's figure to the sky behind him.
Between the sky and the sky, the pervasive royal energy billows.
All monks, whether immortals or practitioners, will be greatly suppressed within the scope of the divine dynasty.
But it is obvious that this person was not affected in any way!
This great power is even comparable to that of the prefect of Jianyang!
(End of this chapter)