Chapter 44 Monk is sinister and self-contained

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Several figures flashed in front of Bai Lian and blocked the way. It was the several star generals who were sitting aside.

Bai Lian turned his head calmly and looked at Emperor Ziwei. He didn't know what he meant.

"What are you doing? Why don't you step back?" Seeing this, Emperor Ziwei said in a low voice to those people. Although he looked unhappy, there was no blame in his words.

The stars took a look at Bai Lian and retreated to both sides.

"Brother Jinglian has just arrived, why did he leave?" Ziwei came down from the emperor's chair and smiled at Bai Lian.

"Bai Lian has something to do. If the emperor has nothing to do, he will take a step ahead." Bai Lian looked at him faintly, looking at the ancient well without waves.

"Since Brother Jinglian is quick to speak, Ziwei will say what is hidden in her heart." Ziwei smiled gently and said, "I think that Brother Jinglian has just become a demon saint, and it is still difficult to convince the public. It's better to come to my heavenly court to do an errand. Don't worry, although you are in my heavenly court, you are still the great saint of the demon clan. In this way, I can also help Brother Jinglian. It is not difficult for you to become the head of the seven saints. At that time, you will lead the demons, and I will control the heavenly court. You and I will work together. Most of the luck of this flood and famine will not belong to you and me.

Before he finished speaking, Bai Lian just sneered, "Do you think I look like an ungrateful person? ..."

The purple sound stopped slightly and there was no response.

Bai Lian glanced at him and turned to walk out of the hall. Xingjun on both sides wanted to block the way, but before he approached, he was shocked by the evil spirit bursting out from Bai Lian's body. They seemed to see the teenager in front of them turn into a horrible demon, which made people feel cold all over.

Ziwei looked at Bai Lian's distant back, and her eyes flickered.

Out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Bai Lian ran directly to the lower world.

When he returned to the National Master Hall, he saw Zhang Liang teaching Hong Qiaoyan to practice some game skills.

"Master." The two stopped their movements and bowed.

Bai Lian nodded and stepped into the hall.

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A few days later, Prince Zhang returned to the Tang Dynasty from Nanshu. Knowing that Bailian had been in the palace, he hurried over.

"I've met my superiors." Entering the hall, Prince Zhang asked the teenager sitting on the futon in front of him.

"What happened to your master calling you back?" Bai Lian opened her eyes and looked forward.

Prince Zhang met Bai Lian's eyes and hurriedly lowered his head. He always felt that there was a sense of interrogation in Bai Lian's eyes.

"The master asked me to hand over this thing to my superiors." With that, Prince Zhang came forward and handed over a cloth bag to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian opened the cloth bag, but saw a scroll of scriptures in it. I don't know where it came from.

"This sutra is the original Tibetan sutra in the three teachings of my Buddha. The master asked me to entrust it to my superiors and hope that my superiors can go to the hell." Prince Zhang said respectfully.

The original wish scriptures? ...

Bai Lian's mind moved, narrowed his eyes, and was silent.

Prince Zhang felt Bai Lian's gaze. He was obviously a little flustered and short of breath. Sweat seemed to flow out of his forehead. Bai Lian gave him too much pressure. He vaguely felt that Bai Lian seemed to know something.

"What's wrong with hell?" Bai Lian put away the cloth bag and asked.

"The master said that this scripture can make up for reincarnation, hoping that the superiors will move to the hell, surpass the thousands of ghosts in the Yin Cao, and guard the peace of the three worlds."

"Super things have always been done by Buddhism. Why doesn't your master act by himself?"

"The master has a word first. The superior is predestined with my Buddha and has been handed down to hide the reli. It is most appropriate for the superior to do this matter."

Bai Lian's heart was stunned. He thought that Bodhisattva, the great saint of the city, had long known that he was responsible for the inheritance of the earth, but it was difficult to speculate what his master and apprentice were thinking. After seeing Prince Zhang, the warning demon in his body was ready to move and became more unable to calm down.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Lian said, "Well, there is still a trace of cause and effect between you and your master, so let's go."

Prince Zhang was overjoyed, "Hong Fu."

The next day, Bai Lian took Zhang Liang and Prince Xiao Zhang to the vast underworld. On the boundless territory, there were hundreds of millions of ghosts floating, and the piercing cold, and even Zhang Liang couldn't help trembling.

The three stopped here, and under the underworld was where Yin Cao was. The hell was guarded by Zhenwu Emperor. With Bai Lian's current Taoism, it was not appropriate to have friction with the other party. At the beginning, Zhenwu's sword almost killed him. In just a few years, Bai Lian was still was still not sure that he could win the other party.

Bai Lian opened the cloth bag entrusted by Prince Zhang, took out the scriptures, and then ordered Zhang Liang to protect the law. He read them word by word as written in the scripture.

The sound of chanting echoed endlessly in the underworld, and a golden light appeared behind Bai Lian. In the bright halo, it seemed to sit a Buddha shadow. The light Buddha had no nose, no eyes and no ears, which was the original master of the earth.

With Bai Lian's recitation, the ghost around the three of them suddenly turned into wisps of smoke and floated away. All the ghosts showed a peaceful look and gradually dissipated in the void under the light of the Buddha. With thousands of ghosts being surpassed, the Tibetan Buddha body, which had no facial features, suddenly changed.

Looking at the Buddha's light, the hidden face suddenly appeared, as if an invisible brush outlined on his skin, eyebrows, eyes, mouth and so on.

Bai Lian, who was so abnormal that he focused on reading the scriptures, naturally didn't know it, but Prince Zhang beside him surged with blood and looked very excited.

Although Bai Lian doesn't understand Buddhism, this transcendence is just a reading of Buddhist scriptures. There is no need to exert magic power, so it seems very easy. No matter what the Bodhisattva, the great saint of the city, thought, after finishing this, Bai Lian also returned the kindness of the other party sent Prince Zhang to protect the Tang Dynasty.

Since then, he has nothing to do with the other party.

Over the extremely dark underworld, there is a huge golden light suspended, like a round of day, shining on dense ghosts. The golden light bursting out all over his body...

For a long time, after reading the scriptures, the wild ghosts wandering in the underworld were about one-tenth less.

Jin Guang restrained, and Bai Lian returned the scriptures to Prince Zhang. "Go back and tell your master that the relationship between me and him has been exhausted, and we will not owe each other from now on."

"The national teacher is worthy of being predestined with my Buddha, and he has a compassionate heart." Suddenly, a faint smiling voice came from the distance.

Bai Lian frowned and turned her head to see a monk walking slowly from thousands of miles away. Several figures flashed and appeared in front of him.

is the master of Prince Xiao Zhang, the Bodhisattva of the Great Holy Kingdom.

"Oh? How can the Bodhisattva come here? ..." Bai Lian's face was a little cold.

When Prince Zhang saw the master's appearance, he hurriedly retreated and hid beside the former. He dared not look at Bai Lian again.

"The poor monk came here to take back my Buddhist things." Master Bodhisattva smiled kindly.

"If I had known that your master and apprentice were not a good thing. If you want to inherit the heritage, it depends on whether you have the ability..." Bai Lian narrowed his eyes and his eyes were murderous. Zhang Liang on one side saw the situation and knew that something was wrong. He immediately showed the dust he had just got from the East China Sea and looked at the monk warily.

"What the national master just read is the triple magic of my Buddha's family, which can not only awaken the Buddha's relic, but also purify the power of demons and evil, but now you can no longer operate the magic power. Let the poor monk take it..." The monk smiled faintly, and his compassionate face now looks so cunning.

Hearing his words, Bai Lian found that the mana in his body showed signs of stagnation.

"You dare!" Inadvertently, Zhang Liang shouted, stood in front of Bai Lian, and stared at the other party.

The monk narrowed his eyes, drew a fierce color in his eyes, and reached out to grab Bai Lian.

Once the heritage of Tibet is taken out, it will consume part of Bai Lian's luck. For some people who practice low Taoism, this matter is fatal enough. Because only by relying on the power of inheritance can we occupy a place in the future flood and famine. Once the inheritance is lost, we can't compete with others at all. In the end, there is only one end, that is death.

As soon as Zhang Liang brushed the dust, thousands of thunder lights flew out of the green silk and bombarded the monk.

Then, Zhang Liang picked up the formula again and summoned several ten-foot-long fire snakes and swallowed uncertainly.

However, he was not the opponent of the Master Bodhisattva in the realm of refining gods. The monk pushed the palm of his hand and immediately blew away the thunder, followed by another fan, extinguishing the fire and hitting him.

"Wow." Zhang Liang spit blood, flew out for miles and fell into the distance.

"Buddha had better be clear-minded, but he didn't expect to be greedy." Suddenly, Bai Lian opened his mouth.

"The poor monk just took back my Buddha's things." Master Bodhisattva closed his palms and looked at Bai Lian indifferently. His eyes were like looking at a dead man. The reason why he attacked Bai Lian is that he has no status in Buddhism, has practiced for ten thousand years, and has not made any reputation in the three worlds. If he gets the Tibetan relic, he can reshape his golden body, make his Dharma more profound, and win a lot of opportunities in the future...

"Buddha's people are really good-looking. At this point, they are still clever." Bai Lian snorted coldly, and now he finally understands why so many people hate the bald donkey in Lingshan...

Although he can't use his magic power, several demons in his body can still control...

The monk walked to Bai Lian and stretched out his hand to his eyebrows...

"Roar!"

As soon as he approached, several dark shadows burst out of Bai Lian's body and penetrated into his body at the moment of his astonishment. Bai Lian could not operate his mana, so the monk was not on guard. This sudden moment made him unable to react at all.

Looking at the monk's panicked look, Bai Lian snorted coldly and secretly urged several demons to crazily devour the vitality in his body.

"You..." The King Bodhisattva looked frightened. Just as he was about to speak, his body was dry, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a dead bone.

With Bai Lian's full power, the power of the magic is undoubtedly more terrible...

The monk is just the same Taoism as him. He is not a powerful figure. For Bai Lian, killing the other party is no different from pinching an ant...