Chapter 19: Twelve Holy Monks

The moon stars are sparse, and the leaves are still moving.

Moro Temple stands in the center of Qu Nv City, elegant and noble, like an infallable Foshan, blessing Qu Nv City.

The bright light is long, bamboo**, Chen Rufeng meditated with his feet, absorbing breath.

I haven't tried it for a long time, and I have practiced true qi in this leisurely environment.

This is really a rare opportunity. With each gentle inhalation, the gas between heaven and earth is introduced into the body for his use. The body is as light as a feather. After a while, the cool wind blows up, and the true qi in the body is like layers of unveiled light veils, spreading out of the body.

Han Ling's eyes did not leave him and thought deeply.

The level reached by Chen Rufeng's true qi is also regarded as crossing the entry ranks and squeezed into the ranks of ordinary practitioners. However, because of his rich experience, through life and death, he is also regarded as a leader among ordinary practitioners. Of course, compared with those second-class practitioners in the world, there is still a certain level. Gap.

Although his true qi has achieved something, he failed to fully exert his true qi on martial arts, which is probably a bottleneck for Chen Rufeng.

"Like the wind." Han Ling said after Chen Rufeng put his hands on his legs and a green gas in his Dantian gradually dissipated.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever thought that everyone has different methods and characteristics in the use of their true qi?" Han Ling's eyes were full of profound questions. Chen Rufeng grabbed his head and shook his head puzzledly.

"You should know that applying the true qi in your body to the erratic work is only one of the applications, and in other aspects, you can only exert its fur." Han Ling continued.

Chen Rufeng thought that in many previous battles with people, he only directly released the true qi to attack, or concentrated the true qi in the body to increase strength, but he did not think about how to transform these true qi.

"To put it simply, the true qi in your body is a arsenal. The problem is that what kind of weapon you can turn into depends on the level of the weapon, or you can even turn the true qi into wind, dew, rain, thunder and hail. Anyway, the true qi changes endlessly, and the use is beyond a day." Han Ling explained meaningfully that Chen Rufeng frowned and slowly digested what Han Ling had just said.

"Don't worry, take it back slowly. You want to be an archer now. There are enough arrows, but there is a lack of effective shooting skills." Han Ling patted him on the shoulder, and Chen Rufeng nodded as if he didn't understand, with a confused face.

Blow out the lights, the surroundings are dark, and the Moro Temple falls into a silence.

Chen Rufeng raised his pillow and continued to recall what Han Ling said. After all, this is a rare advice. Chen Ru cherishes his style. Although he can fully understand a word, he still remembers it word by word.

"Wind... The wind should be the closest to the characteristics of my true spirit, right?" Chen Rufeng looked at the dark ceiling and thought fascinatingly.

The erratic work is like galloping in the wind, free and happy.

So, Chen Rufeng only came up with this point.

Keep thinking about it, how to turn true gas into a weapon?

The deeper you think about it, the more confused you will be.

The night wind invades through the window, bringing continuous sleepiness and urging people to fall asleep. Chen Rufeng could no longer stand the protest of his eyelids. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Under the bright moon, a person suddenly appeared.

In the moonlight, a pair of pupils were shining, looking at the room where snoring kept coming out.

Han Ling lay on the rocking chair and suddenly opened his eyes with an alert look on his face.

Looking at Chen Rufeng's bed, there was no snoring.

**, only the messy quilt was empty, the window opened, and the cold wind rushed in excitedly.

Chen Rufeng only felt that there was a bright and dazzling flame, stimulating his eyelids and forcing himself to open his eyes. He was tired and weak, as soft as cotton.

On the top of his head, there were dozens of candles on a hanging plate, and the light that was held up lit up around. Chen Rufeng had to hold his sleeves and was pierced by this bright light.

"Where is this? Am I dreaming?" Chen Rufeng said to himself, and his soft legs struggled to stand up and looked around in surprise.

The place where he is is like a huge Buddhist cave, surrounded by countless holes. In each hole, there is an earth sculpture Buddha statue, and his eyes seem to be staring at Chen Rufeng, which is extremely strange.

Looking at the top of the head, this Buddhist cave is endless!

The whole square of the Buddhist cave is also half a miles long, and the ground is covered with things such as fragrant ash, and a disgusting smell comes to the nose. On the walls of the Buddhist cave, there are also red half-burned incense candles, some even low wax, as horrible as bright red blood.

"Why did I come here?" As soon as Chen Rufeng spoke, the reply went up, then turned around and fell back to the ground. Although the fire here was bright, it still gave people a chill.

A burst of Buddha's name, low and depressing, as if to completely destroy the darkness in people's hearts.

It came to Chen Rufeng's ears, but it was like endless noise, which made him have to cover his ears, like thousands of needles, constantly piercing his eardrums, and he was so uncomfortable.

"Ah..." Chen Rufeng looked up to the sky and roared in pain, but the Buddha's name became more and more rapid, like continuous waves, and one layer higher.

The sound of the Buddha, like giants pressing on the top of the head, pressed heavily on Chen Rufeng's head.

The roar is louder, like the devil burning in hell, and the Buddha statue in the cave is still smiling as old, listening to this scream.

"I can't even stand the demonic Sanskrit. It's not a demon, and no one believes it." A solemn sound came to the earth, like the Buddha's words above Brahma.

Chen Rufeng was already powerless. At this time, the Buddha's name had stopped. Chen Rufeng suddenly fell to the ground and had no strength to get up. His face was exhausted, as if he had just been attacked by a torrential rain.

I didn't expect that there were twelve Buddha statues in these caves, and there were living people and monks with flesh and blood sitting in them.

"Who are you...who are you...?" Chen Rufeng asked weakly, all he had was the power of hatred, and he couldn't figure out why these people treated him like this.

"We are the twelve holy monks of Tianzhu, this time specially to deal with you, a demon." An old and powerful voice said slowly. Chen Rufeng looked at a Buddha cave, and saw that the monk inside was wrapped in a patched cloth robe, holding a string of golden Buddha beads in his hand, with his eyes closed tightly and a solemn expression.

"You are the demons!" Chen Rufeng roared with his last strength, and his tone was full of indignation. Obviously, he was in a good dream, but he was treated as a demon for no reason, which was really incomprehensible.

"In the forest that day, didn't you show your incarnation and demonic state? Do you still dare to speak your innocence here?" A voice rebutted harshly. Chen Rufeng paused, thought quickly, and suddenly realized, "It turned out that it was you that day..."

"There is no need to say much. You can be influenced by our demonic Sanskrit sound, which shows that you are extremely magical and must not stay in this world!" The old and powerful voice was resolute.

"Hey! Wait..." Chen Rufeng was about to say that the Buddha's name rose again, and the solemn Sanskrit sound was as if it were at the top of Mount Tai, and Wanjun's power was broken. Chen Rufeng covered his head and roared in pain.

The Buddha's name is ruthless and has no intention of breaking.

"Ah..." This roar is not like the previous tragedy, but a hatred that seems to be ignited from the deepest hell, to destroy everything in the world without any human feelings, which makes people feel cold.

Chen Rufeng's eyes soared, as if blood was bleeding in his eyes, which was extremely terrible.

A demon with blood flowing in hell came to this Buddha land at this moment.

Black gas gushed out from every pore of Chen Rufeng's skin, like giant pythons, which penetrated into the ground and broke out of the ground, protecting the master and wrapping Chen Rufeng in the innermost part, as if he had put a thick black armor on him.

Red eyes, looking up to the sky, ferocious and arrogant.

Since you tormented me so much, don't blame me for treating you kindly.

The incense ash on the ground spread outward with Chen Rufeng as the center, as if he did not dare to infect him at all. The black gas opened up a piece of soil on the ground alone.

I don't know which holy monk scolded angrily. At this time, the Buddha's name was more prosperous and reached the peak. The golden gauze-like glory shuttled in the black gas, and still could not weaken the power of this fierce spirit.

Chen Rufeng's body gradually rose, and his hands were raised high, like directing the rise and fall of the huge tide. His face was already a fierce face of the devil, ruthless.

The old voice suddenly sounded, "The golden light lock magic formula!"

As soon as the words fell, the twelve golden lights flew out of the twelve Buddha caves and merged into one. The golden light on the top was exactly the pure magic Buddha beads that Chen Rufeng saw in the dense forest that day.

The golden bead quickly turned, and the golden gas overflowed from the bead, and bursts of gold powder poured down. Chen Rufeng stared at the solemn golden pearl and roared fiercely. The black gas that protected his body was like a latent dragon coming out of a hole. It was divided into five ways to attack. The momentum was magnificent and had the momentum of devouring everything in the world.

The blood basin black mouth attacked the golden pearl together.

Chen Rufeng held his hands and suddenly turned into a huge black palm, as if he had broken out of the ground and wanted to hold the solemn golden bead.

Five black fingers are about to grab the golden bead in the palm of your hand and destroy it.

Que Que Sanskrit sang and sounded again.

The golden pearl is as thorny, stretching out, like a holy Buddha in the middle of the sky.

The grip of the five black fingers stopped and condensed in mid-air, and the golden light Buddha beads were silent at this time, shining everywhere, with the solemn righteousness of purifying all the demons in the world.

Chen Rufeng's face showed bitterness and quickly waved his sleeves. The black palm dispersed into five giant black gases and withdrew back to Chen Rufeng's side.

And the golden pearl did not have the suppression of Chen Rufeng, and the light was brilliant, and it fought against the five black gas on the ground.

Chen Rufeng manipulated the black gas, like five coveted pythons, beware of any changes in the golden bead.