Chapter 29 Taoism and Zen in the Southern Xinjiang

Wang Qisheng, who returned his soul, narrowly escaped the attack of Buddha's light, and was rescued by Qi Miao with the true spirit of spiritual wood. He was rescued by the vitality of a crop on the field around him. He saw tens of millions of green light gathered on the wound above his head, which actually relieved his injury and recovered as usual.

Qiao swept through with a true air. Wang Qisheng's body was warm, and he only felt that the fairy wind brushed his face and swept away his mud and blood filth. After this true breath blew, Wang Qisheng seemed to have been reborn, and he felt more comfortable indescribably.

He was full of gratitude and was about to praise the seven wonders. He flattered him, and suddenly a loud Buddha's voice sang in the silent darkness in the distance:

"Step by step, I don't wear it..."

With the poem singing in the wilderness, a fat monk slowly came out of the Qianmo path. Qimiao looked at Wang Qisheng and felt that the monk's hair was white, his eyebrows were linked, and his round face was full of compassionate, with a pair of bright eyes, his eyes were shining, and he looked at the two of them.

"Amitabha!" The monk sang the Buddha's name and wondered, "Why does the benefactor transform the vitality of this place and save this ghost person? Looking at your means, it is not like evil. Why should he be with this person..."

"Oh?" Qi Miaoxin said, it turned out that this was a reasonable monk. Looking at his previous attack with Buddha spirit, it was powerful. This person should aim to eliminate ghosts and demons, but he did not want to deal with himself. Therefore, the Buddha's light brushed his body and did no harm. This is not necessarily true to Wang Qisheng, a person who borrowed the corpse and returned the soul. This is simple.

He looked deeply at Wang Qisheng, with deep meaning in his eyes. The latter was panicked and didn't know what to say. At this time, he heard Qi Miao standing in front of him say to the old monk very kindly: "I don't know the master's name and how to call it. This teenager is the next friend, not a bad guy. The master should have made a mistake. "

"Alas!" The old monk shook his head and showed a look of regret. He only heard him say, "Why do you want to deceive the old monk lotus? This man is a fierce ghost who uses the corpse to return his soul. His body is haunted and resentment does not diminish. Even if he is a human, he will mess up one side..."

This old monk is really powerful. In a few words, he made a clear understanding of Wang Qisheng's origin. Wang Qisheng was afraid that Qiming would be moved by him and scolded angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, you monk. I was also a son who entered Beijing and read some Buddhist scriptures. I should know that the Buddha has good virtues of life. How can I do harm for no reason. Human life!"

When he said the word "juzi", his face turned red and he wanted to go to Beijing to take the exam. He couldn't travel three or four miles away. He was killed by a villain outside Guyong City. With the years of wandering, his knowledge has turned into a belly full of complaints. Now it is difficult to drop his book bag.

Qi Miao stopped him from speaking and bowed, "It turned out to be Master Lotus. My friend is really not a bad person. It's rare to be a man in this life. Please give him a chance."

He has lowered his posture and asked him, but unexpectedly, the old lotus monk still shook his head and said, "God's fate is free. People can't escape casually, and they can't easily start. All karma is ready. Otherwise, by adding karma, it will increase its sin. Please get out of the way."

Why are these monks so stubborn? Qi Miao was a little annoyed and couldn't help asking, "What on earth does the master want?"

"The old monk has no intention of harming people. He just wants to surpass the benefactor on this side, calm down his old ghost's resentment and bring him back to reincarnation."

"It's impossible!" Wang Qisheng was shocked and waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Xianchang, save me quickly. When I was a ghost, I killed too much. If I enter reincarnation, it would be strange that 18 floors of hell would be peeled and fried!"

"Looking back, it's just the way you came out. Before and after you, you can only choose to put it down. If the benefactor wants to delay this body and the sin he created later, I'm afraid it's even more. Please wake up early." The old monk Lotus was unmoved, but sang the Buddha's name again.

"Master, there is still room for this matter. Can't you give my friend another chance to make up for it?" Qi Miao suddenly stopped begging, but asked him coldly.

The monk didn't say anything, and Qimiao already knew the answer in his heart. Sure enough, the lotus monk shook his head, sighed, and did not say anything. He just looked directly at Qimiao.

Qimiao took a deep breath and was helpless. He said in his heart that he didn't know whether Yu Bing could support himself to go back. Ruo Tianmu went back to Shen's house first. It was estimated that he would be useless to go here. At present, he had no choice but to get rid of the entanglement of the old monk as soon as possible. When he thought about it, he suddenly used 70% or 80% of his true power, and he only wanted to fight the enemy quickly. .

As soon as he brushed his long skirt in white, a breath rose slowly. Qimiao looked at Wang Qisheng, who looked at him with his eyes open, and whispered, "Hide behind me, the farther the better."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qisheng got Qimiao's words, as if he had got some guarantee. A big stone fell to the ground in his heart. He thought that no matter what, the immortal would not ignore me. He didn't care about his kindness. He rolled and climbed, and ran back dozens of steps. When he turned around, he actually saw Qi Miao's body shining.

I only saw him sacrifice a seven-foot long sword, and the cold light on the sword, as if there were water lines. When Qi Miao gently taped out, a white light on the cold water sword, and then slowly melted out a thing. This egg is the size, transparent and crystal, seven-angled ice, each side is bright, and there is the power of cold water to add to each other, which is the seven wonderful. The divine ice spirit that arrived.

I only saw his practice, and the imperial spirit raised the ice spirit high above his head to make it shine. At this time, his heart remembered that Zong Haiming, a Taoist master, once said to himself that the extreme of water lies in softness, and soft water can break the fire. This point has been like enlightenment, which makes Qi Miao have another layer of understanding when using the cold water and true qi. However, today he However, he couldn't help welcoming the lotus monk head-on. Because there was a person behind him that needed protection, Qi Miao's heart couldn't help thinking that everything could not remain unchanged. Because of the turmoil in the world, it was often not simple. Human participation stirred up the colorful development of the world.

Just like this battle, it is not what you want, but you can't get rid of it. At this time, you can only defeat the strong enemy with all your strength.

He roared angrily, cast the true qi and hit the ice spirit. The ice spirit suddenly rotated quickly, and there was a cold true air pouring in on each side, and there was also a blue true air overflowing. In a blink of an eye, there were more and more true qi entering it, and the ice soul turned faster and faster, and the ice lit up on all seven sides, as if in the sky The stars are scattered in the world, and the dazzling light is flying.

When the old lotus monk saw that he was young, he released such a huge cold air. It was a pity in his heart. He only said that this young man's skills were excellent, but he didn't know why he had to mix with this evil ghost. He couldn't help but have the idea of persuading this person to be good, but at this time, the war Fang Lin, there was no longer a chance to speak. The two fought. The seven wonderful skills surprised the old monk. He did not dare to hold it big, but only said, "Amitabha!"

When the old monk sang, a golden word suddenly gushed out of his chest. This word was a Buddhist saying. In an instant, there was a supreme solemn atmosphere, followed by it, and a golden grand bloom. The word became bigger and bigger, dragging the golden light, and rushed to Qimiao.

Qimiao's hand quietly imprinted, and with the dispersing of his thoughts, he immediately opened his handprints and waved his arm forward. Suddenly, there was a violent sound of ice, and a huge amount of unparalleled water vapor suddenly gushed out.

At this time, the Buddha's gold was vast and prosperous, and the golden light sh� word rushed to the sky. The cold and true qi on the other side of Qi Miao was like a river, surging. The two huge forces impacted the world for a moment, shocking the world. When the two forces held each other countless times, the golden light unexpectedly rushed up more than a hundred feet. The cold true air of the water was wailing, and it was defeated by the golden light, and then it was Swallow.

The golden mang swastice had no obstacle, and the retreat was faster. He hit it according to Qimiao's side. Wang Qisheng saw it and was so scared that his legs were weak. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't run away. He wanted to use the power of the ghosts on his body to fight against it, but the ghost power in his body was firmly suppressed. It can be said that he couldn't move at all except for opening his eyes. .

Qimiao saw this scene, but he was not surprised. You know, although his coldness was surging, it did not directly impact the enemy. In the face of the earth-shaking Buddha's shocking and powerful attack on him, he was actually prepared for it.

He waved his hand, and there was a sudden sound of thunderbolt in his two fingers. At this time, Qi Miao's whole popularity changed, and the gas of soft water turned into a domineering thunder attribute around him. He saw his whole body caged lightning all over the sky. Without saying anything, he sprinkled his hands and hit a grid.

Although this power grid is not as cold and true as before, nor as strong as the Buddha's Goldman Sachs, it is extremely fierce and domineering. The lightning interweave the power grid, like thousands of troops and horses galloping towards the old monk.

"What?" At this time, the two questions were emitted from the mouth of Qi Miao and the lotus old monk at the same time. The old monk was surprised that in addition to a large amount of cold water and true qi, Qi Miao also had such a domineering purple thunder righteousness, and Qi Miao's surprise was actually the vast Buddha spirit in front of him. This huge maozi was actually present at the moment he came to his body. It turned into a burst of light and disappeared.

At this time, I saw the unparalleled domineering purple thunder righteousness. The electricity flowed, and the thundering power grid was unimpeded. Unexpectedly, it hit the old monk in front of him. The old lotus monk was unable to escape, so he had to reluctantly withdraw from a Buddha's true spirit. He waved his hand and was in front of him.

However, the previous blow gathered the old monk's true power. At this time, he could not mention Zhenyuan. How could he match the purple thunder righteousness originally obtained from the magic road Lei Ruotong's hand? A flash of lightning came, and the strong power of thunder and lightning instantly destroyed the three-color true qi in front of the old monk, hitting the old monk.

"Ah!" With a scream, the old monk Lotus was being hit by the power of thunder, and a light suddenly flashed all over his body, and smoke appeared on half of his body.