Chapter 657: The King of Hell Calls on Zhang Zhiwei to Eliminate the Evil

Master Kurong was crushed into bloody mud, his head flew out, and the golden dragon that collapsed on his back crashed to the ground.

This golden dragon was formed by a feng shui qi vein from Tiantai Mountain. It was extremely heavy. As soon as the ground came into contact with it, it was like paper, cracking inch by inch, and a big pit appeared, and it was still getting deeper.

The earth and rocks in the pit were squeezed outwards, the rocks collapsed, and the ground surged up like waves, exploding in all directions. For a while, the rocks were thrown around like a violent storm.

Everyone was still in shock of the collapse of the Golden Buddha and the death of Master Kurong. Seeing this scene, they quickly used their means to resist.

But at this moment, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and the golden light spread and transformed into a soft spider web, catching all the splashing earth and rocks at once.

He could actually use the golden light to directly block it, but rocks hitting the golden light would be like bullets hitting the wall. They would fly everywhere. With the current strength, the bounce back would be no less powerful than a stray bullet.

There were many ordinary Buddhist believers around the venue, and the rocks hitting them were no less than a hail of bullets.

Moreover, not everyone among the younger generation present has the means to protect themselves. It would not be good if someone were accidentally killed by flying rocks.

Therefore, he made a soft spider web, using elasticity to offset the impact, allowing these stray gravels to land softly.

"What a strong control. It can turn the golden light, which is as hard as iron, into such a soft one, and weave such a large web in an instant."

Zhang Huaiyi cursed in his heart, "Senior brother, he keeps saying that the golden light is not important, it is just a by-product of the golden light spell entering the dual cultivation state of life and life."

"He also said that he has never deliberately practiced golden light and is not interested in the practice of golden light. Does this mean he is not interested? If you are interested, why don't you go to heaven?!"

He had always felt that his senior brother only had a high level of spiritual cultivation and thick golden light, but was not as good as him in terms of simple control and change of golden light. Now it seems that this conclusion is still a bit too hasty.

"Crash!"

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his hand, and the golden spider web vibrated, shaking off all the rocks.

As for the golden dragon transformed from the Feng Shui Qi Veins, when he cast the golden light, its form had been dissolved and it returned to the mountains.

The monks sitting cross-legged in front of the collapsed Main Hall were filled with disbelief. How could the abbot, who was dozens of feet tall just now, like a god reaching the sky, fall to this level in the blink of an eye?

The faces of these monks were all pale, their hands were clasped together, and their whole bodies were shaking uncontrollably. Their Buddha hearts, which were already covered in dust, were almost shattered. Some even had their faith collapsed, their livers and gallbladders were broken, and they were vomiting blood.

The three old monks Kuhua, Kuyuan and Kusheng were crying hoarsely.

At this moment, their emotions were very complicated.

One is that the senior brother is dead.

Even though this senior brother has done many wrong things and brought the entire sect to a point of no return, he is still their senior brother, and the relationship that has lasted for decades cannot be faked.

The second is the uncertainty about the future of the sect.

The Tiantai Sect is a Samana that has been passed down for thousands of years. As one of the eight sects, they have a mantle that has been passed down from generation to generation. Now that the senior brother has died suddenly without passing down the mantle, is the thousand-year inheritance going to be destroyed in one day?

Not only that, now they are in a state of being a swordsman and a fish, and it is up to the little heavenly master to decide whether they live or die.

And the Little Heavenly Master is an extremely ruthless person. The person who attacked him before but was torn to pieces by the lions under him is the best proof of this.

They were not sure what the little Heavenly Master would do next, and whether he would continue to pursue the case and seek justice for the so-called justice that almost destroyed their Tiantai Sect.

At the same time, the surrounding believers who had just been affected by the Golden Buddha's Sanskrit sounds also came to their senses.

In this era, those who can come to the Dharma gathering are all devout believers, but with the collapse of the Golden Buddha, their faith is also collapsing.

But this does not mean that they will be non-believers from now on. After all, their faith was not denied by themselves, but was defeated by a powerful person.

The vacancy left by the defeat was naturally transferred to the defeater.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are quite similar on some levels, and this transition seems particularly natural.

For a time, Zhang Zhiwei's image was infinitely higher in their minds, like a god reaching heaven.

If it weren't for the physical weakness caused by the previous pressure of the Golden Buddha, they would definitely kowtow.

After Zhang Zhiwei calmed down the disturbance, he turned to look behind.

After the golden Buddha collapsed, the strangers who had kowtowed under the pressure all stood up. Thinking of the previous situation, they felt a little ashamed.

Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others looked surprised and called Senior Brother Zhang "mighty". Even though he was as cold as Cheng Zhen, they all complimented him sincerely.

"Congratulations to the little Celestial Master, the little Celestial Master has amazing magical powers, it's really surprising!"

The head of the Wang family, who had left earlier, came over to congratulate him. At the same time, he was trying his best to hide his embarrassment just now.

"Senior Wang, you're welcome!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

In fact, he didn't care about the Wang family leader's previous actions, and he didn't even notice it. He never cared about other people's opinions and attitudes towards him.

The leader of the Wang family breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhang Zhiwei had no grudge. He had actually bet a lot on Zhang Zhiwei. If he offended him because of this, it would be more than worth the loss.

He didn't know that Zhang Zhiwei didn't actually notice his actions, or in other words, if he knew, he would feel very uncomfortable.

"Kurong is dead, what will the little heavenly master do next to deal with those monks?"

The head of the Wang family pointed to the Tiantai Sect monks gathered in the Main Hall and said.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at them and said: "Those who have not colluded with the Japanese pirates are good monks, and those who have colluded with the Japanese pirates..."

He wanted to say kill him directly, but he always convinced people with his virtue, so he felt it was necessary to ask everyone's opinion.

After all, they were all invited here by me. They had failed to contribute to the previous fights. Now I would like to offer my opinions and give them a sense of participation.

He looked at everyone: "What do you think should be done?"

Master Hu Tu stood up quickly and said harshly:

"To deal with such a rip-off guy, we must not let him stay. I suggest getting rid of him directly. Let all the surrender factions in the world know that collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country will only lead to death."

"What about the others," Zhang Zhiwei asked, "what do you think?"

No one said anything. Hu Tu's words were dead as soon as he opened his mouth. What else could they say? Just kill him, you have already done this, this step is not enough.

"It's easy to handle, but how can we ensure its fairness?" Wang Family Leader said, "Can the method used by the Little Heavenly Master to extract the memory images from the corpse of Master Dexing be used on living people?"

Zhang Zhiwei did not hide anything and nodded: "No problem, living people are just more difficult than dead people."

He had some reservations and did not say that he could also delete and modify memories. This ability was so weird and disturbing.

But if you just read the memory, it won't make people too afraid. After all, there are many ways to do this in this world.

For example, memories can be ingested by falling into a dream, and Taoists can also acquire memories by invading their bodies with Yin and Yang gods. Buddhism has a lot of mind power, and after practicing to a high level, it can also be done...

Therefore, no one is surprised that Zhang Zhiwei can retrieve the memories of others.

Even though the people around him were surprised by the fact that he knew the strange skill of Qimen Dunjia, they didn't think there was anything unreasonable about it.

The shadow of a famous human tree, it is normal for the little heavenly master to have such a powerful ability.

Although they were envious of this wonderful skill, they had no intention of snatching it away.

This is the different effects brought about by different strengths. The thirty-six thieves have acquired strange skills, and others want to hunt them down. If Zhang Zhiwei succeeds, others will only respect him more, just like in Journey to the West, the monster only dared to catch Tang Monk, but did not dare to go to Wuzhuang Temple to snatch ginseng fruits.

"Then ask the Little Heavenly Master to use his methods." Master Hu Tu said.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and immediately walked towards the monks.

"Little Heavenly Master, please be noble and leave a root for our Tiantai Sect!" the black-faced old monk Ku Hua shouted hoarsely, and he was stepped on by the nine-headed lion.

Zhang Zhiwei did not respond to his words, but controlled the nine-headed lion to remove its front paws and let go of him.

Without the restraints, Rong Hua wanted to chase him, but he was seriously injured and fell to the ground after staggering a few steps.

Zhang Zhiwei walked all the way towards the ruins of the Great Hall, and everyone followed him.

The other Buddhist sects who were watching the show looked at this scene with gloomy expressions. They had been invited to participate in the water and land ceremony, but they had no idea why they ended up in such a situation.

"I'm talking about Master Yuantong, what's going on with Master Henglin of your Zen sect?" Master Jiejie of the Tantric Qinglong Temple asked quietly.

Master Yuantong of Putuo San Temple shook his head: "When I came, I asked Master Henglin. He only said that he knew it, but he didn't say that he could come or that he couldn't come."

"Where is the Consciousness Wei Sect?" Jiejie asked again, "I heard that they are coming. Not long ago, a disciple went to see the Little Heavenly Master, but he touched the jade. He won't just stop coming, right?"

Master Yuantong said: "It's hard to say. There is very little communication between Lao Na and the Consciousness Wei Sect, so it is impossible to determine."

Jiejie couldn't help but frown and said: "Master Yuantong, if the little Celestial Master really wants to kill someone in front of us, will you, the Three Putuo Temples, take care of it or not?"

Master Yuantong pondered for a moment and said: "Let's take a look. I want to know how many people in the Tiantai Sect are involved with Japanese pirates? I will make a decision then."

He sighed and said, "Amitabha, the people of the Tai Sect are in trouble!"

The monks from other sects looked at each other in confusion, watching Zhang Zhiwei approaching, but did not do anything to stop him.

This is the case with Buddhism. They are very powerful and widely distributed, but their sects are not united and difficult to work with. It is unreliable to expect them to jointly defend against enemies. When they are together, they are more about discussing Buddhism and debating scriptures. , the tongue blooms like a lotus flower, that is, a quarrel.

Although Taoism also has factions, and they will fight if they disagree, but they are true when it comes to trouble. Throughout history, Taoism has caused many major events.

Zhang Zhiwei walked to the main hall.

Some Tiantai Sect disciples closed their eyes and chanted sutras, as if they didn't care about life and death.

Seeing that monks from other sects did not help, some began to flee in panic for fear of being liquidated.

Zhang Zhiwei stamped his foot, the ground cracked, and golden light escaped from the ground, breaking through the ground in front of those people, blocking their retreat.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, some of these monks screamed for mercy, while others did not want to sit still and wait for death. They grabbed sticks and built a stick formation, hoping to fight to the death.

As a result, before Zhang Zhiwei could take action, many young people following behind him rushed forward.

As soon as the stick formation was set up, it was broken up. A group of monks were beaten half to death and all fell to the ground.

The three old monks Ku Hua, Ku Yuan, and Ku Sheng saw all this, and they were filled with sorrow. They just reminded their disciples to give up resistance and not to struggle in vain.

The group of monks stopped, and under the command of the old monks, they lined up one by one, waiting for Zhang Zhiwei's review.

During this period, perhaps to eliminate their own uneasiness or because of their faith, these monks all closed their eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Zhang Zhiwei walked up to the monks. The monks were vegetarians and generally were not tall. Zhang Zhiwei's height of 1.9 meters was a full head taller than them. He only had to raise his hand slightly to touch the tops of their heads.

Zhang Zhiwei put his hand on the bald head of the monk in the row on the far left, and a flash of blue light came out of his palm and penetrated into the monk's mind.

The people behind them all looked at this scene with surprised faces and some doubts in their hearts. The methods of retrieving memories they knew, whether it was the soul search method or the penetration of Yinshen into the body, would have a great impact on the person being cast. It made them very painful. Why did the Little Heavenly Master's method seem to have little impact on the monk?

In fact, blue-handed soul searching can also have a great influence on people, but the prerequisite is that the person has high spiritual cultivation and a very firm mind. Like in the plot, it is very difficult for Lu Liang to use it on Tian Jinzhong.

If your sexual cultivation is low and your character is not strong, even if your memory is taken away, you won’t be able to find it.

Zhang Zhiwei's life practice is naturally easy to capture against these monks whose mentality has been shattered.

He did not choose to read them one by one, but directly extracted them, packed them away, and then looked at the next one.

This efficiency is extremely high, as shown in the situation where he placed his hands on the heads of the monks without moving, walked from left to right, and touched each monk's forehead in turn, and then it was over.

What's going on, this is the end? Everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"Senior Brother Zhang, do you want to check it out first and get a feel for it?" Lu Jin guessed.

"…………"

Is he such an unreliable person? Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lu Jin speechlessly, then reached out and wiped Lu Jin's white clothes, leaving a big oil mark.

"What is this?" Lu Jin lowered his head and stared blankly at the marks on his clothes.

"Hair oil!" Zhang Zhiwei reached out and wiped it on Lu Jin's clothes. As he wiped it, he said, "Although these bald heads have no hair, they don't like to wash their hair."

Lu Jin was in a daze for a moment. When he came to his senses, he opened Zhang Zhiwei's hand and said angrily:

"Senior Brother Zhang, it's simply too much for you to put such dirty things on my body."

After that, he took off his clothes with a look of disgust and threw them far away.

Others looked at this scene with bewildered expressions. Why did they come here when they are so serious?

Everyone was speechless when they saw Zhang Zhiwei suddenly turned around and pointed his fingers.

In the row of monks he touched just now, the three heads shattered like rotten watermelons in an instant.

Blood mist filled the air, bone stubble flew everywhere, the clothes of the surrounding monks were stained red with blood, and some of the faces were stained with red and white things.

The chanting suddenly stopped.

"Don't stop, don't open your eyes, keep reading!" the old monk shouted.

After a pause, some messy Buddhist music started singing again.