Chapter 182: .Different ways and not seeking each other (4th ask for monthly pass)

"impossible."
The old monk shook his head: "Everyone in the world is in a sea of ​​suffering, and only I, the Buddha, can cross."
The young monk Huiming came to the other side: "But the master of Lingguang Temple?"
"Lao Na Faxin is indeed a disciple of Lingguang Temple." The old monk asked, "Are you a disciple of Bodhi Temple or Zhongyue Temple?"
Monk Huiming put his palms together: "On the origin, the disciples came from Zhongyue Temple, but they are not Zhongyue Temple disciples."
The old monk Faxin looked at him up and down: "It's no wonder that you have entered the outside world, but it is a pity that you have a good aptitude, and the pearl is covered in dust."
"Poor monk dare not be." Huiming said.
"Lao Na wants to live in this world, how are you doing?" the old monk Faxin asked.
Huiming shook his head: "Under the rule of Chang'an City, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Although they dare not say that they have reached the other side, they have at least escaped from the sea of ​​suffering."
"Nonsense."
The old monk Faxin said: "If you are not on the other shore, you are in the sea of ​​suffering. Only according to my Buddha's guidance, you can cross the world to the other shore. The rest are evil spirits. They will only use sensuality and charming eyes, which will make you fall into forever!"
"Buddha is in everyone's heart, and everyone can become a Buddha." Monk Huiming shook his head: "Different ways are not conspiring. The poor monk has no intention of arguing with the mage. I just want the mage to leave here."
"You are inferior to Zhongyue Temple's foreign path. You have already entered the evil path at a young age."
The old monk Pharaoh was not angry, but looked at Huiming's eyes with deep regret:
"If you don't save the people from the sea of ​​suffering, you have to stop Lao Na from rescuing them, and just watch them get deeper and deeper."
"I am not your Buddha, Master, please." Huiming made a "please" action.
The old monk Pharaoh looked at the people in the city and nodded.
He went out of town with Huiming.
The little monk followed all the way to the outside of the city, and then listened to his master said: "Stop, don't approach, watch yourself."
"Yes, Master." The little monk stopped obediently.
In the distance, the old monk Faxin and Huiming stopped when they were far enough away from the city.
Both of them acted in the same way, both palms together for eleven ceremony.
As they pressed their palms together, the air between the two suddenly stirred up dust.
"You do it," the old monk Faxin said.
"It's better to be respectful than to obey. Please forgive the poor monks for being impolite." The little monk Huiming did not refuse, raising his hand and making a fist.
As soon as he punched out, it seemed like a Mount Xumi rushed towards the old monk Faxin.
The old monk Pharaoh stood there and didn't move.
Dao Dao Jinhui emerged, surrounding him also constituted a Sumi Mountain.
Taller and more majestic than Huiming's!
Two Mount Xumi are colliding together.
Huiming fisted to no avail, but instead took a step backwards in his figure.
A crack appeared on the Mount Xumi of the old monk Pharaoh, shaking in place.
But his body did not move, the cracks on Mount Xumi quickly disappeared, and he recovered intact.
"The cultivation base is very solid, rare, and rare." Fa Xin's eyes became more regretful: "It's a pity, a pity."
"Master, please advise." Huiming's expression remained unchanged, and both fists were thrown out.
He opened and closed his fists, as if forming a handprint.
When the old monk Pharaoh saw this handprint, he was not only slightly startled.
Sumi Jinshan, who was protecting his body, was hit by Huiming's punch, and it was suddenly full of cracks!
The powerful force made his figure shake.
"My Buddha is merciful!"
The monk Faxin talked about the Buddha's name, and the Sumi Jinshan that had covered himself up to disappear suddenly.
Dao Jinhui filled the air, as if it turned into a mist.
The fog is looming, it seems that there are flowers falling in disorder and lotus growing on the ground.
Huiming's fist marks can hit the opponent's Xumi landslide, but cannot break the golden mist.
The mist is like a cloud and impermanent stability, dissolving Huiming's fist marks that broke Mount Xumi.
Huiming is not surprised.
The reason why he made the move first, as the old monk Faxin said, was because he knew that his opponent had reached the eighth realm of Buddhism, the realm of impermanence.
The seventh state of the Buddha's armour is called Xumi, the will of Xumi Mountain, infinite thoughts and infinite power.
In actual combat, Mount Xumi is manifested, with offensive and defensive integration, strong defensive defense, and fierce and infinite power when used to attack.
And the eighth level, impermanence, muster the mustard, impermanence, impermanence, change, not restrained by the opponent, or restrained by the opponent.
At this time, the old monk Faxin displayed the mystery of impermanence, seemingly gentle, but dispelling Huiming's huge power.
"The cultivation base of the seventh realm can actually show the mystery of the immovable fundamental seal with the Xumifu Demon Fist." The old monk Faxin sighed with no expression on his face, but sighed: "On talent, you can be with the young Compared to disciples, they are better than Lao Na, but unfortunately you have fallen into the evil way. If you follow the right way, the future will be unlimited!"
Huiming said: "The mage has passed the award."
He was in Chang'an City these days, observing all aspects of the world, and had an understanding of Buddhism, so he had this punch that made the old monk Faxin admire.
However, unable to break through the opponent's impermanence, Huiming retracted his fists and stamped his body.
Because he knew that the old monk Faxin was about to fight back.
Sure enough, the mist in front of him swept towards him in turn.
Monk Huiming used the Xumi Fu Demon Fist to show the fundamental seal of immobility.
But the soft mist still came to him through Huiming's fist marks.
A linden tree stretched out from the mist, and then a branch was pointed to Huiming's eyebrows.
Huiming had to step back.
But the bodhi branch stretches infinitely, and it keeps approaching Huiming's eyebrows.
Huiming, the martial arts master Yun Mo who used to fight against the eighth stage, can rely on his own superior inheritance to deal with it.
But now, he was facing a Pharaoh monk who had learned from Lingguang Temple and was not inferior to him.
At this time, it embodies the embarrassment of the death of a high-level exit.
Hui Ming is a talented person, and he is more stable and stable in the same realm.
Unfortunately, to a certain extent, "Impermanence" is restraining "Sumi".
Therefore, it is difficult for the old monk Faxin to have a temper under Huiming's eyes.
The old monk Pharaoh firmly gained the upper hand, forcing Huiming to retreat again and again.
But fortunately, there was a dragon chant from afar, and half of the sky suddenly became hot.
"Master, Purple Sun Jiao!" the little monk shouted.
"Not the Purple Sun Jiao, but a demon who practices the transformation of the Purple Sun Jiao."
The old monk Faxin still looked at Huiming: "No wonder you are so obsessed with understanding that you are mixed with a group of demons."
"The old thief is bald, dare to stray wild in the head of Chang'an?" Under a big purple sunset in the sky.
In the flames of the sun, a purple dragon stretched its body, and rain-like purple flames fell over the sky to the old monk Pharaoh.
The old monk raised a hand to the sky and raised his index finger.
The tip of his index finger seemed to turn into a blue light.
A little light flashes out ten thousand rays of light, shrouding all the surrounding brilliance.
Under the aura of Buddhism, the needle-like purple flames were all shattered by the aura and exploded in mid-air.
A ray of spiritual light even tore through the sea of ​​purple flames, illuminating the purple sunjiao itself in mid-air.
Zi Sun Jiao was shocked and quickly moved away.
In his furious anger, he spit out purple flames, which turned into a fire wheel in the air, and smashed his head against his opponent.
But the old monk Faxin still had a magic trick, and the brilliance everywhere shattered the purple steamer.
At the same time, Emmanuel castrated endlessly and continued to attack the Purple Sun Jiao.
The old monk shining brightly, while bodhi wise, suppressed the two of Huiming and Ziri.
The Purple Sun Jiao roared again and again, and Monk Huiming didn't say a word, but they were all suppressed by the old monk Faxin.
However, at this moment, the old monk suddenly looked serious and looked up at the sky.
The clouds there suddenly became bloody.
A blood-clothed old man slowly fell from it, staring coldly at the old monk Faxin.
"Are you the City Lord of Chang'an?" The old monk Faxin solemnly.
"Why do you use to alarm my majesty?"
The person who came was the old blood shadow demon. He looked down at the old monk Faxin and his eyes became colder and colder: "Dare to invade Chang'an, you don't want to leave here today."
"Lao Na's life is not a pity, but he must save thousands of lives in this place, free from the sea of ​​suffering, and avoid the evil of you demon!" Old monk Faxin said solemnly.
Huiming sighed on the side: "The mage is the restraint of your majesty. The practitioners of the magical path in Chang'an never hurt people."
"It's just a hypocritical illusion to deceive the world, and the fangs are only temporarily hidden." The old monk Pharaoh was unmoved.
The old blood shadow demon above coldly snorted: "Little monk, don't talk nonsense, just take him!"
With that, the old demon turned into a blood phoenix, and a rain of blood was spilled from above.
The Pharaoh monk covered the upper part with the light of impermanence Buddha.
The blood rain fell on the haze, and it was indeed unable to continue downward.
But the rain of blood congealed and remained, and it was never consumed by the mist.
The old monk Faxin's complexion changed, and he saw the blood phoenix in the sky, with hundreds of bloodshots falling down, blending with the drops of blood red rain in the mist.
Then, as if there is life, thousands of bloodshots kept drilling down and going through the fog.
The impermanent haze of the old monk Pharaoh kept changing, trying to dissolve the bloodshots, but it had no effect.
He lifted his fingers a little again, and the aura was shining all over the place.
Wandao aura, like a sharp blade, cut off the blood strands.
However, if the bloodshot was broken, it did not dissipate, but reconnected with the blood phoenix wings.
So the more the aura cuts, the more bloodshot.
The old monk Pharaoh had no choice but to use the bodhi branches to push back Huiming and Ziri old demon, and then the bodhi branches moved up and the top pointed towards the blood phoenix head.
The blood phoenix hung in the air, not dodge or dodge, letting the bodhi branch pierce his head.
Like bleeding, a large amount of blood flowed from the head of the blood phoenix.
But the dirty blood does not scatter, but it spreads along the bodhi branches and slides downwards like there is life.
The target is directly at the old monk Faxin himself.
The old monk looked more and more serious, made a decisive decision, and took the initiative to break the bodhi branch.
The blood no longer spread downward, but rose upward instead.
He swallowed that bodhi branch, and took the other party back all the head of the blood phoenix.
The blood was taken back, and Phoenix's head returned to its original shape, as if it had never been injured.
His wings vibrated a few times, and then he saw a bodhi branch, broken into several pieces, spliced ​​together, and turned into a claw of a blood phoenix.