My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 91

Fa Wu put his hands together and whispered, "Senior brother..."

Fazhi's internal power flowed into his arm like a tide, and the drumsticks beat heavily on the drum skin. Seeing that the yin and evil spirits were getting stronger and stronger, he also instilled more and more internal power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fazhi's frequency of beating the twilight drum gradually increased.

As the drumsticks fell like raindrops, the deafening voice sounded, and then I saw circles of pale golden ripples oscillating and opening, as if to suppress the menacing evil spirit.

And under the impact of the pale golden ripples, the evil energy seemed to be a little sluggish, and it seemed to start to recede downwards.

An Jing and Tian Cansou did not fight again, but stood at a distance and watched this scene.

Tian Cansou was waiting for the evil spirit to rush out, the seal was broken, and then he took away the spiritual energy under the ground, but his eyes were indeed swept to An Jing next to him at all times, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

An Jing, on the other hand, stared at the scene in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Um?!"

An Jing suddenly raised his brows and looked at the eaves of the Daxiong Palace in the distance.

"Since you're here, don't be sneaky and show your tail."

Just now, he and Tian Cansuo were fighting fiercely, and he was completely focused. In addition, a few people deliberately hid, and he really didn't notice the figure in the distance.

"It should be Your Excellency who is hiding his head and showing his tail, right?"

Liu Qingshan chuckled lightly, and his body slowly fell from the eaves in the distance.

Tian Liu was like a shadow, following him inseparably, and Guo Yuchun was the last person to fall.

Guo Yuchun's eyes were fixed on An Jing, filled with murderous aura.

Not many masters of the Cao Gang died in An Jing's hands, and Guo Yuchun and Liu Qingshan were also injured by An Jing, so it can be said that the enemies were jealous when they met.

"Who am I, it turns out to be Brother Liu." Tian Cansuo said with a smile.

"I don't have much friendship with you."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, and then coughed: "Cough, cough.... This time you came to Jiangnan Road quietly, just for the spiritual energy of the world at the bottom of the seal, and so do I, since this is the case, there is no need Friendship."

Tian Cansou still wanted a piece of dough, but Liu Qingshan tore it open regardless.

"as you wish."

The old man Tian Cansuo said coldly, but he began to think secretly in his heart whether he wanted to draw the swordsman to deal with Liu Qingshan and other Cao Gang masters.

After all, there are many experts from the Cao Gang this time, and there are three masters with first-rank cultivation.

Dai Ling's brows were furrowed. It seemed that the chance of obtaining the spiritual energy of that day was getting smaller and smaller. The three of the Cao Gang and the swordsman in front of him were not the easy ones. There must be some competition at that time. Second grade.

Thinking of this, Dai Ling couldn't help but think that the swordsman had stabbed him in the chest just now, and he felt embarrassed and angry.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the drum was surging, still suppressing the overflowing evil spirit.

Fazhi was already wet with sweat, and every time he waved his drumstick, he almost used all his strength. With such a huge consumption, even if he was a master of the Earth Flower Realm, it would be difficult to sustain it.

After a while, Fazhi's posture was also soaked, and the movements in his hands were a little slower.

Without the vibration of the drum, the evil spirit became more unscrupulous, and there was a faint potential for a comeback.

When Fazhi saw it, he raised his mind, and with his dry hands, he grabbed the drumstick and beat it hard.

"Boom!"

This thunder-like voice forced the evil spirits back again, but Fazhi's face turned red, and all the movements in his hands were stunned.

"Pfft!"

I saw Fazhi sprayed out a **** arrow, and his body twisted, almost falling to the ground.

"Host!"

The monks at Faxi Temple were all surprised.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Fa Wu supported Fazhi and asked quickly, "This Mugu is too much internal energy, brother, you..."

This twilight drum is a thousand-year-old twilight drum left over from the ancient temple Faxi Temple. It is no longer an ordinary twilight drum. Although it can suppress the yin and evil qi, playing this drum consumes a lot of internal energy. If the successor is unable to forcibly beat it, it will inevitably Damage the foundation.

"I'm fine..."

Fazhi pushed Fawu away, and then picked up the drumstick.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Fazhi beat the twilight drum again, and the thick voice stirred up.

"Pfft!"

But before two blows, he sprayed out another mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood splattered directly on the drum skin.

"Senior brother!"

Fa Wu couldn't help but said, "Let me come."

"Need not........"

Fazhi just paused, and the movement in his hand remained the same. When the drumstick fell, golden ripples vibrated out, suppressing the evil spirit.

Fa Wu saw the bright red blood and felt that his breathing was stagnant.

In front of Pilu Hall, everyone watched Fazhi beat the twilight drum continuously.

They were all waiting, waiting for Monk Fazhi to fall, and the evil qi completely rushed up.

At first, the evil spirits could be suppressed, but soon the overflowing evil spirits became more and more intense, and the black airflow gradually converged from the original trickle into a lake, and the momentum was permeating, as if to round the circle. The moon is covered.

Originally, the golden ripples were able to suppress the yin and evil spirits, and then the divisions fought against each other, each occupying half of the country, but now it is the yin and evil spirits that have the upper hand.

An Jing raised his head and looked at the evil spirit, his brows twisted into a "Chuan" character.

"Pfft!"

The drumstick in Fazhi's hand froze again, and a **** arrow spewed out. The originally dry face became even older, and his eyes seemed to have lost their divine light.

Blood accumulates on the drumstick, which is slippery and cannot be grasped, Judas shouts to suppress evil!

"Senior brother......"

Fa Wu looked at the back that was gradually bending down.

"The Buddha said, compassion is to give happiness. Compassion is to remove suffering. To remove the suffering of sentient beings and to bring happiness to sentient beings is compassion."

Fazhi seems to be talking to Fawu, talking to everyone, and talking to himself.

"Boom..."

As he spoke, the drumstick in his hand tapped towards the drum skin, with a weak force and a much lower sound.

Fa Wu was stunned for a while, then sat down with his knees crossed.

"Nanwu drink na da na dona yeye, namo aliye Po Lu Jie, Shuobo naye......"

There were words in his mouth, and he recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"Amitabha!"

Then, in front of the Pilu Hall, other monks from Faxi Temple also sat cross-legged, and followed Fawu and recited the Buddhist scriptures behind him.

The golden light was dim, like flowing waves. Except for the drumbeat, there was only the sound of the scriptures resounding in the heavens and the earth, resounding in the ears of everyone.

An Jing saw it clearly. He knew that Fazhi wouldn't last long.

Fazhi's eyes have lost the divine light, and the drumsticks in his hands are becoming less and less powerful.

"Boom..."

Fazhi could no longer hold the drumstick, and blood dripped down the corner of his mouth to the ground.

The yin and evil energy was surging, as if it had transformed into a vast lake.

"The seal is about to be broken."

Tian Cansou's eyes narrowed, and his heart moved.

Liu Qingshan looked at Fazhi's figure and sighed, "Master Fazhi, you know that you are just wrong attachments."

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.

"Boom!"

The entire Sanmiao Mountain seemed to tremble. The evil spirit that was soaring into the sky could no longer be contained, and the vast soup surged in, as if the entire Sanmiao Mountain was swallowed up.

Such an astonishing energy, An Jing couldn't help but think of the suffocating energy formed by the countless soldiers buried under the ground, and it still lingers for a long time now.

The evil spirit is soaring to the sky, and there must be blood.

The same is true of evil spirits.

Living beings will not be wiped out, but there will be disasters in the radius of Sanmiao Mountain for dozens of miles.

I saw the fragments of the Buddha statue that still had Buddhist rhythm in front of the Napilu Hall, which disintegrated into gravel in an instant, and then the golden light emitted by the twilight drum was also swallowed up in an instant.

After the evil spirit engulfed the golden light, it rushed towards Fazhi and Mugu like a howling flood.

Fazhi raised his head and looked at the evil spirit that filled the sky, his face was neither happy nor sad, "Dependent origination is annihilated;

He stood under the twilight drum and left his last verses. His body was like a boat in a violent storm, gradually dissolving in the evil spirit.

"Senior brother!"

Fa Wu opened his eyes and cried out.

However, Fazhi was completely submerged in the yin and evil energy, and melted into the darkness.

"Senior brother, what do you mean by death?"

"Silence is the way back."

"Homecoming?"

"It's the beginning of life."

Fa Wu's heart was trembling, and he was still thinking about what Fa Zhi had said.

All the monks present at Faxi Temple bowed their heads and looked sad.

"That bald donkey is too persistent." Tian Cansou couldn't help but sigh. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Knowing the result, but still insisting, how many people in this world can do it?" Dai Ling also sighed, "This Dharma Wisdom is worthy of being the Eighteen Arhats, and he is really a generation of eminent monks."

The host of Faxi Temple, the Eighteen Arhats of the Pure Land, the master of condensed earth flowers, and the masters of Fazhi who have been blessed by countless famous ones, died just like this.

Everyone present was a little embarrassed.

"Wait!" Liu Qingshan raised his brows slightly.

"Um!?"

An Jing's heart moved when he looked at the black energy.

The next moment, I saw a golden light in the black air, like the dazzling sunlight in the dark night, and everyone who stabbed couldn't help but use their inner strength to block it.

"This is....."

Seeing this, Fa Wu's eyes showed a hint of surprise, "Could it be that Senior Brother not only died, but also had an epiphany?"

In Zen Buddhism, the practice of martial arts and Buddhism is implicated in each other. Learning the corresponding martial arts naturally requires relatively advanced Buddhism.

Arhats are the fruit of the Pure Land in the Western Regions. Only those who have cultivated Buddhism to a certain level and have reached the level of strength can be called Arhats.

Above the Arhat fruit position are the Vajra and the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, showing compassion to the six realms. King Kong glared, and subdued the demon.

And if you want to reach the above fruit status, then the Dharma has to go to another level.

Even if there are many masters in the Pure Land and many eminent monks, they will only appear as Bodhisattvas or King Kong after decades.

Feeling the golden light that emerged, at the next moment, the evil spirit shrunk crazily underground.

The tide of the evil spirit receded, the heaven and earth were clear and bright, and in the air, only a golden relic was left, shining brightly.

Just today.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, saving all sentient beings!

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