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Chapter 130 Survival from Death

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    Pei Zhongze stood inside the temple gate, took out the bronze mirror with his spiritual consciousness, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram emerged from the mirror.  As he poured his true power into it, the yin and yang fish in the picture slowly rotated, and the two mysterious lights shone directly at Guangcheng.

    Guangcheng was caught by surprise. In his busy schedule, he only had time to raise his left arm to block it, and was hit by Liangyi Xuanguang's arm.  A senior novice monk like Guangcheng, who has entered the world of ear consciousness, has already reached the point where the Dharma body moves. The Dharma power is instantly poured into his left arm, resisting the Liangyi Xuanguang.

    But the bronze mirror that Pei Zhongze carried was not a common object. Even in the Qingyun Pavilion, it was considered a valuable treasure. The Liangyi Xuanguang it stirred up was extremely difficult to deal with. Even the new head monk of Sanzhu Temple, Seng Yanjia, who had entered the realm of nose consciousness, found it difficult to deal with it.  , where Guangcheng could resist, he was instantly shot through the mana shield by Liangyi Xuanguang, directly shining on his left arm, and a bloody hole was immediately shot out by the anode Xuanguang.

    Guangcheng used the Bad Destruction Body Technique, and his figure was bright and dark at times. He managed to avoid the continuous illumination of Liangyi Xuanguang. When he raised his arm to look again, next to the flesh hole penetrated by the anode Xuanguang, a pillar of meat frozen into ice slag emerged from the hole.  It slipped off the arm, revealing the second flesh hole.  A burst of heartbreaking pain almost brought Guangcheng to the edge of rage. Regardless of the loss of mana, he continued to use the evil annihilation technique. He directly held the Zen staff and smashed Pei Zhongze's head and face.

    Pei Zhongze poured all his true power into the bronze mirror, and streams of Liangyi mysterious light kept shooting at Guangcheng, but Guangcheng's true body could not be found, and they all shot into the void.  Guangcheng continuously used the Destruction Body Technique, which consumed a lot of mana. The two of them were in a stalemate at the temple gate for a while.

    Once the competition of skills began, Pei Zhongze was defeated. His real power was not as deep as Guangcheng's. After a while, the supply of real power was not smooth, and Liangyi Xuanguang paused briefly.

    Guangcheng seized the opportunity, rushed in front of Pei Zhongze, and shouted: "Go!" He bumped his shoulder and knocked Pei Zhongze directly into the temple.  Pei Zhongze was knocked around several times and lay next to Zhao Ran, coughing up blood.

    At this time, Zhao Ran tried hard to cheer up and put his energy on the compass again. He wanted to activate the magic circle again, but Guang Cheng stepped forward and pointed at him. The iron Zen staff passed through Guang Cheng's armpit with a "whoosh" sound, and struck fiercely.  After hitting the compass, the compass immediately fell into pieces, and Zhao Ran's hands were cut with blood by the crescent shovel on the Zen staff.

    When Guangcheng thought about how he had eaten turtles in front of two juniors today, his arm was seriously injured, and he even almost died at one point. Not only did he lose face in front of his master and uncle, but he also didn't know how he would be laughed at by his fellow juniors when he returned.  , the anger in his heart suddenly emerged, and he slapped Pei Zhongze first.

    Guangcheng picked up Pei Zhongze's lapel and slapped him several times in the face. Pei Zhongze was beaten until his mouth was filled with blood. Guangcheng still couldn't understand his hatred. Before he could hit him again, he heard Zhao Ran shouting next to him: "Stinky bald donkey, thief."  You bald donkey, you are a rotten bastard who was born without sex. If you have the ability, come after me. If not, you will be raised by my grandson!"

    Guangcheng was furious, abandoned Pei Zhongze, turned around and mentioned Zhao Ran, which was a big deal.

    Zhao Ran's nose and mouth were bleeding, but he kept cursing fiercely, saying that you are a thief and a bastard. If you can, you will kill me. He stared at Guang Cheng angrily and declared that if Guang Cheng did not dare to kill himself, he would kill me.  It's definitely a bitch who gave birth to a grandchild.

    Pei Zhongze laughed loudly and said, Junior Brother Zhao, you really scolded me happily. If you die today, you will die, but even if you die, you must not bow to the bald donkey!

    Guang Cheng's eyes were filled with fire. He had already forgotten his master's instructions not to harm the murderer's life. With a fork of his hand, he pinched Zhao Ran's neck directly and used all his five fingers to strangle Zhao Ran to death.

    Zhao Ran felt it was difficult to breathe, his vision gradually turned black, and he kept shouting in his heart: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the baby will show up, the baby will show up"

    Outside the temple, eminent monks such as Zhiyuan, Zhixin, Zhishen, and Zhifa all felt that something was wrong and spoke one after another.

    "Guangcheng, what happened?"

    "Nephew, don't kill the murderer, keep him alive!"

    "Guangcheng, please reply quickly!"

    "Nephew, bring the murderer out quickly."

    Guang Cheng's heart froze, and then he remembered the instructions of his master and uncles. Just when he was about to withdraw his strength, he saw a white light rising from Zhao Ran's waist, flickering in the air, and turning into a pillar of burning incense.

    This stick of burning incense burned very quickly, from the beginning to the end of the incense in a blink of an eye. The strong incense burned crazily penetrated Guangcheng's mouth and nose.  Guangcheng was extremely angry and breathing rapidly. He didn't have time to close it when the incense suddenly entered his mind. He felt that the incense was neutralizing the tranquility, like the sunshine in March shining on his body, and like the murmur of his mother when he was a child.  Whispering, indescribable relaxation and comfort, unknown peace and joy, I want to indulge in it like this from now on, it is best not to come out of this artistic conception.

    Guangcheng¡¯s eyelids gradually drooped down, and then slowly closed.

    Hey Zhao RanHe smiled and said, "Bald donkey, you have your day too!" He reached out and groped around, trying to find a brick and slap the monk in front of him to death.  It was a pity that there was nothing else in the temple, so my mind sank into my thumb, and when I swiped through the various objects in the mess, I happened to see a gold bracelet.

    This gold bracelet was snatched by the Fourth Brother in Black from Monk Yuanming, a disciple of Zen Master Puzhen of Wanfa Temple in the nameless valley. It is said to be made from the golden womb of a magnetic mother. On that day, Zhu Qigu gave it directly to Zhao Ran, thinking that  For self-defense.  However, Zhao Ran never had the chance to use it. He was captured by Zen Master Aquarius and searched for it.  Until Zhao Ran escaped from Aoping Temple and took away other treasures from the hidden compartment of Zen Master Aoping's possession.  Later, I put it in the ring and almost forgot about it.

    He took out the gold bracelet and moved the dial spring. The bracelet suddenly enlarged and turned into a golden cymbal.

    Zhao Ran put the golden cymbal on his arm and slapped Monk Guangcheng's bald head hard, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes While slapping, he said bitterly: "How dare you slap your Taoist master?"  ? I¡¯m going to smash you into a bald donkey today!¡±

    The golden cymbal hit Monk Guangcheng on the head, making a "danglang" sound. The sound was heard outside the temple, and all the monks in Gaorichang Temple were puzzled.

    Zhishen felt uneasy in his heart. The so-called father-son connection was actually the same for masters and apprentices who were very close. He did not hesitate at all and stepped into the temple. He happened to see Zhao Ran hitting Guangcheng on the head with a cymbal. He looked at Guangcheng again.  , but with a smile on his face, as if he was intoxicated, a stick of incense was hanging in the air, and the curl of the cigarette was going straight into Guangcheng's mouth and nose.

    Zhi Shen was shocked. He didn't know how the situation had turned. He only knew that the burning incense must be causing trouble.  When he saw that Zhao Ran didn't even look at him, but instead hit Guang Cheng on the head with a golden cymbal, he couldn't help but be furious!  In an instant, he came to Guang Cheng's side, grabbed Guang Cheng's sleeves and threw him directly out of the temple door, and said: "Brother Abbot, Guang Cheng has been poisoned by poisonous smoke. Please help him."

    As he spoke, he held his breath and reached out to grab Zhao Ran.  Seeing the scene where his disciple was beaten with blood, Zhishen was furious. He took action with hatred, regardless of whether the murderer wanted by Baoping Temple was dead or alive. He used his fists hard and punched Zhao Ran's temple, hoping to  Killing him with one blow to vent his anger and avenge his disciple's serious injury.

    Zhao Ran laughed and said, "Well done!" He didn't dodge, let alone dodge with a cymbal.

    Seeing that he was about to die under Zhishen's fists, another white light rose from Zhao Ran's waist.  Zhishen's fists hit the white light like cotton wool, but it had no effect at all.

    Zhishen was filled with panic and uncertainty. He seemed to be reckless and impulsive on weekdays, but in fact he was not. He was the most cautious when fighting.  Seeing that the situation was different, I immediately remembered the words of the abbot's brother that "the murderer may have a back-up plan", so he did not dare to make a mistake and took two steps back. The magic power in his body was rushing and the monk's robes were fluttering.  His monk treasure is made from Kunlun Heavenly Silk. It has good defensive power. After being penetrated by magic power, it can withstand a full blow from a master of the first level of the Dao Sect Master. It is the defensive magic weapon he relies on most.

    He was fully prepared to resist, and he held up the rosary beads on his wrists, leaving a backhand for counterattack. Then he looked at the white light floating in front of Zhao Ran, and saw that the white light had turned into a Buddha statue, and he was staring at it intently.  Hold yourself.

    On the face of the Buddha statue, there are all the terrifying signs of life, old age, illness and death, and there are words in his mouth. The sound of Sanskrit singing is drumming in Zhishen's ears. The sound is high and low, as if he is far away in the horizon, but it is as if he is right in front of his ears.

    "The Dharma is true, destruction and destruction are true, the cycle of life and death, cause and effect are terrifying"

    The monk's robes worn by Zen Master Zhishen had no problem resisting spells and violent attacks, but they had no effect on this kind of damage to consciousness. He saw the face of the Buddha statue changing in thousands of ways, as if it became more and more like himself, and the mantras he sang became more and more like him.  The louder it got, it seemed to explode deep in his heart, and his eyelids slowly became heavy. He just wanted to fall to the ground right away and have a peaceful sleep, forgetting everything in the past.

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