Chapter 210 Siege and Killing
The real retreat place of the three monks Yuanwu is an underground secret room deep in Fanyin Temple.
The secret room is not big, and the smell of blood is strong, but there is nothing in the room. The three monks are sitting cross-legged in it, with no clothes on them, but each has a piece of human skin on their shoulders.
The edge of the human skin has merged with their skin, and blood is constantly seeping from the fusion point, dripping down.
The three monks all had their eyes closed, their brows furrowed, their bodies trembling little by little, and their skin and flesh shaking at a slightly invisible frequency. If you extend the time, you can see that their flesh and skin are shaking little by little. "Swallow" the human skin that is wrapped around the body.
During this process, their own facial features are also slowly changing, and their skin is becoming younger and smoother little by little.
They didn't say a word, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, like cicadas dormant underground, waiting for the day they shed their shells.
But in this silence, a "click" sound suddenly came from the top of the secret room.
The three monks opened their eyes at the same time and raised their heads following the sound.
I saw that the top of the secret room cracked at some point, and some sand fell down.
Yuan Xi's pupils shrank: "This is..."
"Fa Ming is the only one who knows where the three of us are retreating." Yuan Jing said in a deep voice: "Could it be..."
< br>Yuanwu said nothing, quickly clasped his hands together, and an invisible force vibrated.
At the same time, the crack expanded rapidly, covering the top of the secret room like a spider web in the blink of an eye. Then with a loud noise, the entire ceiling collapsed completely, and large pieces of mud and rocks crashed down!
On the ground, Faming slowly raised his Zen staff and looked at the huge sunken pit in front of him, panting slightly.
The monks around him looked at him with awe.
Everyone just watched with their own eyes as he hit the ground twice with a Zen staff, causing the entire ground to sink!
Although it is because there is a secret room underground, there is also a layer of mud and stone about ten feet thick in the middle. How could it be done without the power to open mountains and cut off rivers?
Fa Ming and Fa Nu are the same. They have been in the temple for about ten years. In recent years, few people have seen them take action. Now when they see them, they know how terrifying their strength is!
“Don’t be careless!”
At this time, Fa Nu on the side roared: "The three old thieves must be alive!"
After saying that, he took the lead, lifted up the big knife and jumped up high, with the tip of the knife downwards, and actually wanted to directly use the knife. Insert into the large pit of mud and rocks.
This move may seem silly, but with the cooperation of Fa Chan, it means something else.
I saw him throwing the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the beads flew out spinning. Fa Nu took a step forward and came to the big pit. The flying beads landed on the mud and rocks, and the hot iron cut into the tofu easily. Crush all the mud and rocks into powder.
Before the Fanu sword fell, all the mud and rocks in the large circle of beads had turned into fine sand!
When Fa Nu's sword fell, the fine sand spread to both sides like ocean waves!
Ding——
With a soft sound, a white jade-like hand suddenly appeared from the fine sand in the deep pit, with two fingers forward, firmly holding the nine-ring sword.
The sword energy was raging, and the sharp breath spread out in all directions, making all the monks' clothes rustle and tear open countless small holes.
“Kill!”
When Fa Nu saw that hand, his eyes were filled with cruelty. He raised one foot and stepped on the back of the knife, pressing it down heavily.
Fa Ming and Fa Chan also jumped into the deep pit without hesitation.
The other monks had all made an oath, and there was no room for turning back. They gritted their teeth, wielded their weapons, and pounced on him too!
Only Fu Qingzhou stood silently not far away, observing all this.
Of course he also swore an oath...in private.
Of course, with the smoker around, this oath would have no effect on him.
As the person with the highest cultivation level and the most profound swordsmanship among the lay disciples, he should have joined this battle, but at this time he just smiled and watched the group of monks killing each other.
In the blink of an eye, the pit exploded, and many monks vomited blood and flew out.
“Don’t be cowardly!”
The roar of Dharma’s anger came from the pit: “Their retreat was interrupted and their cultivation was damaged!” The monks kept shouting to kill, and the ones who were knocked away were The man also struggled to get up and rushed into the pit again.
"Fa Ming, you have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!" The person who spoke was not Yuan Wu. Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether it was Yuan Xi or Yuan Jing: "Are you looking for death!"
"You are looking for death. You!"
Fa Ming roared: "Kill our whole family and trick us into recognizing the thief as our teacher!"
"So, you all know..."
This time Fu Qingzhou heard it, it was Yuan Wu's voice: "In that case..."
The next second, a very familiar sound of reciting the Buddha's name sounded.
“Contemplate the Buddha who is free from hundreds of calamities, go through hundreds of reincarnations, see that the five aggregates are empty, and survive all the misfortunes.”
The Sanskrit chants hum, and everyone in the pit rushes towards the three enlightenment The monks all had a physical meal.
Strong ones such as Fa Ming, Fa Nu, and Fa Chan, and weak ones such as the monks who have just entered the Five Realms, all seemed to be frozen, and their eyes became blurred.
The three monks Yuanwu's body and face were covered with a mixture of sand and blood, and the human skin was still hanging on them, looking quite embarrassed.
But at this time, their expressions were extremely calm.
"Fish and flesh, the basis of reincarnation, are replaced by hundreds of lives, and the pain is endless. However, it is difficult for Buddha to have no self and no form. He uses pain as practice and reincarnation as nirvana..."
Buddhist scriptures With a melodious sound, the murderous intent and anger on the faces of the monks all dissipated little by little.
They subconsciously threw away their weapons, clasped their hands together, and slowly knelt down towards the three monks.
"Not good!"
Although Fu Qingzhou could not see the scene in the pit clearly from a distance, he understood something as soon as he heard the Sanskrit sound: "They are all brainwashed by Buddhist scriptures, and Yuanwu can control them! "
"Bang."
The smoker said disdainfully: "Xiao Daoer."
The next second, it emerged from the jade pendant around Fu Qingzhou's waist and turned into thick smoke. The billowing men in black armor!
"Omnia Subu... Trasant Formicae... Omnibas... Tesupura Omnes!"
It read a long paragraph in one breath Fu Qingzhou was stunned by the spell.
The next moment, several whirlwinds of black smoke rolled out from behind the smoker's shadow, roaring towards the deep pit.
Wherever the black wind went, all the Sanskrit and Buddhist sounds turned into a chaotic and mute noise.
When the wind came to the deep pit, it swept all the monks down without mercy, but at the same time, the monks who were knocked down by the strong wind quickly recovered their eyesight.
Fa Nu was also rolled to the ground. He suddenly woke up, shocked and angry: "What have you done to us?!"
"There is something wrong with the Buddhist scriptures we listen to every day..." Fa Nu Chan was also a magician, so he naturally understood it quickly. He slowly got up, with more murderous intent in his eyes: "If we don't kill them, we will always be controlled by others!"
But at this time, Yuanwu their The focus is not here.
They looked at the fading black wind with shocked expressions: "Who is it?"
The only answer they received was the faint laughter that dissipated with the wind in the distance.
The next second, Fa Nu, who was ruthless and spoke little, had already rolled to his feet, raised his sword and struck again. Fa Ming, Fa Chan, and other monks who had regained their consciousness also came to kill him.
Without the brainwashing weapon of Sanskrit sounds, the expressions of the three monks Yuanwu were no longer relaxed, but became extremely solemn.
Countless murderous intentions and anger were vented towards them, and the three monks also used Qi Luck Skill and slowly raised their hands.
The real battle begins now.
(End of this chapter)