Chapter 634: Ancient True Buddha Void Handprint

"My lord, I will understand some Tubo language at the end. This monk dislikes us and tells us to go back." A general will walk out and look at the monk with a bad look.
This partial general was the young general who held the Immortal Sword before, but he saw that this young man was about 30 years old, and his whole body was baptized with Immortal Sword Qi. As long as his character was able to pass, seeing God not bad is definitely not the end.
"This is one of the most powerful generals under the old man, called Luo Shixin" Zhang Xutuo introduced Zhang Bairen.
Luo Shixin?
Zhang Bairen immediately became interested, and his eyes looked up and down the young man.
"I have seen the governor" Luo Shixin clasped his fists to respect Zhang Bairen, a look of envy flashed in his eyes. This kid is not as old as he is, but he is already in a high position, and he has the trust of the emperor, and the master of all kinds of megaphones in the world, even the owner of his own family, has to be polite.
"Polite!" Zhang Bairen replied and praised: "The general has a good vision, and General Luo is full of energy and blood. Seeing that the gods are not bad, you only need to understand the character."
"Thank you also for Dudu Chengquan" Luo Shixin said politely.
The two people talk with each other and put the knowledgeable monk aside. Looking at the looking ugly monk, Zhang Bairen looked at Luo Shixin, "What shall you do in this situation?"
Luo Shixin chuckled: "A slapstick beat him to death!"
"Wow!"
A strand of hair wafted past the neck of the Zhike Monk as quickly as lightning. This Zhike Monk was also a great martial artist, but he did not even have a chance to react. He would never have thought that Zhang Bairen would turn his face and kill without hesitation.
"boom"
The head was rushed into the air with blood, and the Zhike monk subconsciously strode towards Zhang Bairen.
The sword wire turned again, and instantly the Zhike monk unloaded eight pieces and turned it into a piece of meat.
"The place where the horses stepped on is the territory of the Great Sui. The monk knows how to live or die, dare to stop me waiting?" Zhang Bairen smiled disdainfully, and directly drove the horse up the steps and walked towards the temple.
Luo Shixin on one side was dumbfounded, but Zhang Bairen didn't expect Zhang Bairen to talk, laugh, and kill people.
"The benefactor killed people in my temple, it would be too unsightly for my Falang Temple." The sound inside the temple was like a Hongzhong drum, deafening.
The soldier behind Zhang Bairen was in a turmoil of vitality and blood, unexpectedly squatting on the ground with a pale face.
"The roar of the lion of the Buddhist family!" Zhang Xutuo said.
"You wait here and wait, I will go in with the general." Looking at the Tao Yangshen across the sky, knowing that he is a master of the family family, and looking at Zhang Xutuo, the two got off their horses and slowly moved towards Falang Temple left.
The vermillion gate is five meters high and neatly inlaid with golden rivets.
Each rivet has been refined by incense, and blessed by Taoists, and has been turned into a magic weapon.
This gate alone can block most of the world's masters from outside.
At this time, the vermilion door was closed tightly, and more than a dozen phantoms of the Yang God wandered continuously, thinking about how to break the door.
Zhang Bairen looked at Zhang Xutuo, Zhang Xutuo smiled, unexpectedly lifted the heavy stone lion in front of Falang Temple, and hurled it towards the gate.
"Kang Dang!"
The dust fell, the door shook, but there was no sign of opening.
"Formation" Zhang Xutuo stopped: "The rivets on the gate are the formations. This general is still not doing this thankless thing. I didn't expect this Falang Temple to have such an ability. If it can be inherited, it will be plundered. Its foundation is hopeful in the future!"
Zhang Bairen looked to the side of the clan's family: "Do you have a way to break the formation?"
Everyone shook their heads together, and they were very different from Zhang Bairen. They didn't want to be together at all.
"Count you cruel!" Looking away from the Taoists, Zhang Bairen looked at the door. He has many ways to break the door. The Four Swords of Zhu Xian is too overkill. The golden slips are also overkill. After deliberation, only Sanyang Golden Crow Dafa and Jumang are suitable.
Sanyang Golden Crow Dafa now has ten Golden Crows sleeping on the Sun Star, can they not be mobilized or not, so as not to cause any unexpected mistakes. After thinking about it, the only thing that can be mobilized is actually Jumang Zhenshi.
But seeing a breath of fresh air around his body, a delicate white jade-like finger slowly clicked out and landed on the door.
Jumang's vitality flowed, and there was a slight fluctuation in the door, and the old tree actually began to take root again in the spring, and the rivets on the door were squeezed out by the rooting door little by little.
The gate takes root and repeats life.
"Don't quickly make way for the deity" Zhang Bairen said indifferently.
The big branches twisted for a while, revealing a small door that could be passed by one person.
"Wow!"
Although the family members were terrified by Zhang Bairen's supernatural powers, their movements were not slow, and they had already entered the temple first.
Zhang Bairen didn't care about everyone's preemption, the door was in his own hands. These people got the benefits but couldn't get out. Isn't it necessary to obediently hand over the benefits?
He walked into the gate unhurriedly, but saw that the monks in the Falang Temple were already waiting and opened a battle outside the Daxiong Hall.
When the first is a hundred and eight days of evil spirits and evil spirits. After the Great Demon Formation, there was a Great Formation of Eighteen Bronze People.
The abbot of Falang Temple led several juniors to stand in front of the 108 Volunteer Demon Formation, without sorrow or joy, their eyes were full of indifference, as if they were beyond life and death.
"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The abbot said the Buddha's horn, and he was actually speaking the pure Han language of the Central Plains.
"The donors forcibly rushed into my Falang Temple for no reason, and I don't know what happened? The Falang Temple is aloof and not stained with red dust. Please don't mess with this Buddhist Pure Land." The monk's beard was white and fell to his chest.
"It is said that there are ancient Buddhist scriptures in the Great Void Handprint of the Falang Temple. I will ask for a look!" The Yang Shen ancestor of the Wang family was full of enthusiasm, and his words revealed the will of heaven and earth.
"Amitabha, the scriptures are priceless, and the Dharma is not lightly passed on! The benefactor wants to watch the inheritance of the ancient Buddha in the Falang Temple, and he needs to take out equivalent treasures to obtain the scriptures. It is said that the scriptures of the Nantian Master Tao are good! "The abbot is not hurried, he doesn't see the slightest anger.
"Monk, you are looking for death! You have to figure out the situation before you. Now that the imperial army is pressing down on the realm, you only need to make the Falang Temple turn into ruins with a single thought. You still dare to wait for the conditions with me." The Wang family ancestors' eyes were murderous.
"Joke! You and others, when can you represent the orthodox court of the court! My court army is the teacher of the celestial dynasty. How can you do anything to break the door? You and others dare to talk nonsense in front of the governor. , The governor doesn’t remember your involvement with the imperial court.
Before the abbot could speak, Zhang Bairen yelled at him~EbookFREE.me~ and slapped her face! This is a crackling face! The king's ancestor Yang Shen who was hitting was shaking slightly, and shouted with all his strength: "Zhang! Hundred! Ren!"
"Great monk, these evil ways dare to be presumptuous in Buddhism territory, how can the great monk tolerate such evil ways? Don't take them quickly?" Zhang Bairen looked at the abbot of Falang Temple.
Looking at this group of people fighting, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the abbot of the Falang Temple, and he respectfully saluted Zhang Bairen: "What the governor taught is that the monk will do something to destroy the devil!"
Speaking of this, the abbot looked at the five Yangshen masters of the family's family: "Since you covet the true Buddha handprints of my Falang Temple, the monks are not stingy people, as long as you can escape a palm in the hands of the monks, really The Buddha's big mudra and the monk offered it with both hands.
After speaking, they did not give the five a chance to speak, but saw their right hand stretched out, the void seemed to collapse, and the world shrank under this palm. The space was constantly distorting, and I saw that the five real men of the Yang God were caught in their palms and imprisoned in their palms. No matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't escape from the distance.
Looking at the five powerful men flying in the palm of Monk Falan, both Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xutuo were stunned.
This is the big mudra of the ancient real Buddha?
"The governor laughed" the monk of the Falang Temple saluted.
Zhang Bairen and Zhang Xutuo looked at each other, it seemed that this monk was not easy to provoke.
"Since the monk has captured five people, let them be reincarnated and reincarnated." Zhang Bairen said without changing his face. He has Jin Jian in his hands and is not afraid of this monk's method.
Monk Chief Faming: "This statement is right, and the monk will definitely save him in the future."
"Seeing your Void True Buddha Handprint, the Governor is quite curious. I want to ask for a look. I don't know what the monk wants?" Zhang Bairen looked at the monk of the Falang Temple with a smile.
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