Chapter 2789: Kill the Thief Arhat, Haoran Divine Sword Cuts Down the Dharma Image

"I'll teach you the Heavenly Demon Ruyi Sword to help you get started in cultivation, so you can pierce the golden body of Monk Jingsi!"

As soon as Xu Zisheng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and a black light reflected in Xu Qian's eyes. There was a magic knife hidden in the black light, exuding endless black evil energy. The screams below are ferocious and terrifying, making people fearful.

A spell emerged in Xu Qian's mind, as if it was imprinted in his heart, and he could not forget it. His emotions were affected by this demon sword, and joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and panic were all integrated into this piece. In the magic sword, the blade trembled slightly and made a clanking sound. The edge was sharp and frightening.

Xu Qi'an's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light shone with a sharp edge that no one dared to underestimate. Xu Qi'an did not expect that he could actually acquire a secret skill from Xu Zisheng for nothing, and he was extremely happy in his heart.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for the reward!"

If Xu Zisheng and Xu Qi'an were not similar in age, Xu Qi'an would have the urge to call Xu Zisheng's father. After all, Xu Zisheng's thighs are not thinner than Wei's father's, and he doesn't mind hugging both thighs.

"After you get the benefits, it's time to get to work, why don't you go down!"

Xu Zisheng waved his hand, and Xu Qi'an was thrown out of the window without any resistance and fell directly onto the ring, standing opposite Monk Jingsi.

"It's you!"

When Monk Jingsi saw the liar pretending to be Monk Hengyuan, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and his fighting spirit arose, wanting to teach Xu Qi'an a lesson.

"Yes, it's me!"

Xu Qian's right hand was behind his back, his back straight and proud, his head slightly raised, his eyes looking up at the sky. The dazzling sunlight made him couldn't help but squint his eyes, and secretly complained in his heart.

"It's really hard to pretend to be an expert. No one told me that the sun in the sky is so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes!"

"You shouldn't have come!"

Monk Jingsi saw that Xu Qi'an's cultivation level was only at the level of seventh-level god refining, and he could not be his opponent.

Xu Qi'an listened to these inexplicably familiar words. Isn't this a dialogue that only occurs in martial arts novels between masters dueling each other? He continued smoothly.

"But I'm still here!"

Xu Qian quickly lowered his raised head and looked at Monk Jingsi. Finally he could open his eyes. The scene in front of him was blurry. This was stimulated by the strong light. He still couldn't see Monk Jingsi's figure clearly. He needed a little more time. Time to recover.

"I practice the Buddhist Diamond Sutra. The diamond is indestructible. My physical body is more powerful than the bronze skin and iron bones of a sixth-grade warrior. You cannot break it!"

Monk Jingsi clasped his hands together, his treasures were solemn, and his eyes were full of confidence that he would win. Buddhism is the largest religion in Kyushu. There once appeared a super master Buddha, and his magical skills were more perfect than martial arts. Ordinary sixth-level martial arts are basically impossible. He is no match for Monk Jingsi. He is invincible and extremely tyrannical.

"What I practice is to cut heaven and earth with one sword. When this sword is unsheathed, there will be no blood left, and nothing will be cut. With one sword strike, nothing can stop it!"

Although Xu Qi'an's cultivation was not as good as that of Monk Jingsi, his momentum was not at a disadvantage, and his words were full of master's demeanor, which made the onlookers and people in the world show admiration and couldn't help but look forward to him.

"Amitabha, in this case, let's decide who is better!"

Monk Jingsi chanted the Buddha's name and said that he was no match for Xu Qi'an, so it would be better to take action, as he did not want to drag it out any longer.

"As you wish, master, please taste my sword of heaven and earth!"

Xu Qi'an's sight had recovered at this time, and he held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand. This was the sword that Si Tianjianzheng had personally refined. It was incomparably suitable for Xu Qi'an's practice of slashing the world with one sword. It was extremely sharp, far beyond ordinary weapons.

"Zheng!"

The sword was unsheathed, Xu Qi'an's energy rose, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised. He mobilized the energy and spirit in his body, and a demon Ruyi sword appeared in his mind, which aroused the seven emotions and six desires, attached to the blade, and the sword light flickered, As if it had a soul, there was a sizzling sound around the blade, and the air was cut by the blade's light.

Xu Qi'an concentrated and held his breath, stepped forward with his right foot, and was about to swing out a sword with all his strength.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and a golden light shot into the sky, covering half of the city of Kyoto, interrupting Xu Qi'an's prepared sword attack. Everyone looked up at the sky in horror. An Arhat Fa Xiangli stood in the sky, high above, overlooking. The entire city of Kyoto is sacred, solemn, and extremely powerful.

In the capital, the people were not affected at all, but fear and timidity arose in the hearts of all the practitioners at the same time, like small animals in the spring thunder, crawling and trembling.

"Jian Zheng, why don't you dare to see me!"

A majestic Buddhist sound resounded throughout the world, vibrating continuously, shattering the clouds in the sky, turning into terrifying sound waves, heading straight for the Star Observation Tower, and miraculously dissipated before it even got close.

At Sanliu Inn, Master Du'e was sitting cross-legged, with a thin, wrinkled face and a bitter look on his face. His eyes were shining with anger, and a golden light shot out from the top of his head, turning into an Arhat.

The Buddhist mission came to Dafeng to raise an army and question the crime. Five hundred years ago, there was an agreement between Buddhism and Dafeng. Now Dafeng broke the contract and released the right hand of the monk Shenshu who was suppressed in Sangbo Lake, causing great confusion to the Buddhist community. angry. ,

Master Du'e sent people to Si Tianjian several times to ask for a meeting with Jian Zheng. He wanted to question Si Tianjian why he didn't abide by the agreement he made back then. Who knew that Jian Zheng, an old fox, avoided seeing him? Master Du'e could no longer hold back his anger. , broke out directly.

While shaking his legs, Xu Qi'an raised his head and looked at the huge Arhat statue, with a horrified look on his face and said in shock.

"Let me go, is the high-end combat power in this world so terrifying?"

The heavy pressure emanating from the Dharma image made Xu Qian and the surrounding practitioners unable to raise any emotions. They instinctively wanted to kneel down and worship. Countless practitioners could not withstand such terrifying pressure, and their legs weakened. , fell to his knees, unable to lift his head.

Xu Qi'an gritted his teeth. In his mind, a fierce god with three heads and six arms raised his head and roared. A Demonic Ruyi Sword flew over and fell into his hand. He slashed hard into the void above. Most of the pressure dissipated, making Xu Qi'an feel much more relaxed. Surprisingly, said.

"It turns out that the Demonic Ruyi Sword must be used together with the evil god's Dharma Appearance, and the effect will be increased. Could it be that they come from the same set of exercises?!"

The official's office is called Haoqi Building. Wei Yuan was wearing a green robe, standing on the observation deck, looking up at a Buddha's face covering half of the capital. Its body was infinitely large, hidden in the billowing dark clouds.

"Kill the thief Arhat!"

Arhats have three major fruition positions, namely killing thieves, not returning them, and becoming Arhats. Among them, Arhat has the highest status, killing thieves and not paying back are equal.

Wei Yuan's eyes were calm, his waist was straight, his green robe was fluttering violently in the wind, he seemed to be looking at Fa Fa, and he seemed not to be affected by this coercion at all. In the tea room behind him, Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou sat cross-legged, their heads lowered, trying their best to resist the pressure of the law.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the pressure. These two Jin Luo are both fourth-level warriors. They can feel the terror of the Arhat Dharma in the sky and cannot withstand this powerful pressure.

"Buddhism is still as strong as ever."

Wei Yuan sighed with emotion. He looked back at the two adopted sons, his expressions were light and dissatisfied.

"If Xu Qi'an was here, I can guarantee that he would be standing. No matter what method he used, he would still be standing."

Yang Yan and Nangong Qianrou looked ashamed when they heard this, and tried their best to use the energy in their bodies to resist the pressure of the Arhats.

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In the palace, Emperor Yuan Jing was wearing a dragon robe and walked out of the palace accompanied by the old eunuch. He looked up and saw that the Buddha's face with upturned eyebrows seemed to be hanging above the palace, and the Buddha's eyes that were not angry and self-powerful, like Staring at Emperor Yuan Jing.

In the palace, the Imperial Guards were armed with guns and swords, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. None of them knelt down, nor showed signs of fear. The entire palace seemed to be cut off from the majesty of the Dharma.

"snort!"

Emperor Yuan Jing snorted coldly, turned around and went back to his palace, not bothering to pay attention to Du'e Arhat's demonstration. Someone would naturally solve this matter.

There are millions of people in the capital, and there are countless warriors, including the people from all walks of life who have recently poured into the capital. Everyone is trembling with fear, as if the end is coming, and there is huge fear and panic in their hearts.

This is Dafeng Kyoto City, the core city of Dafeng. Is there no one who can stop Buddhism from showing its power? First, there was a young monk who had been beating for three days without any defeat. Tonight, another Dharma image came and shocked the whole capital. He questioned the prison guard from a high position.

Si Tianjian is the patron saint of Dafeng, and he is the only first-class master on the surface. By doing this, Du Eluohan is trampling on the face of Si Tianjian and Jianzheng, the face of the Dafeng court, and the face of millions of people in the city of Kyoto.

Countless people are eager for Jianzheng to take action. In Sangbo, in the newly built Yongzhen Shanhe Temple, the brass sword of the founding emperor buzzes and trembles, as if waiting for the master's call.

"Noisy!"

Amidst the eager anticipation of countless people, a clear voice sounded. Xu Zisheng stood up, took one step forward, and stood in the void, looking up at the image of the Thief-killing Arhat above his head, with a chill in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Du'e, the great city of Kyoto is not a place where your Buddhist sect can do whatever you want!"

Xu Zisheng is not a tolerant person, and Du'e's move is simply a slap in Dafeng's face. As the minister of the Ministry of War, how can he tolerate it.

As soon as he finished speaking, endless awe-inspiring righteousness surged out of Xu Zisheng's body. It was as brilliant as a flower, dazzling white, and soared into the sky, like a cloud pillar. Between heaven and earth, an upright and majestic aura filled the air, stirring up countless people in Kyoto. The courage in the hearts of millions of people, a force born out of thin air, made countless people stand up.

"go!"

Xu Zisheng shouted loudly, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the sky gathered together and turned into a shocking giant sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, the sword light was bright, it was upright and majestic, and it cut everything, and rushed towards the Arhat Dharma.

Arhat Dharma Prime Minister snorted coldly, and poked out two giant palms holding up the sky from the billowing black clouds. He wanted to grab this awe-inspiring sword. The two giant golden palms came together, just in time to catch the sword light, which was as bright as the stars.

In an instant, thunder flashed and exploded over the capital. The Arhat's hands collapsed inch by inch into golden light all over the sky. Then the Buddha's face collapsed, and the blazing white sword light spread out, turning into a seven-color rainbow, magnificent and brilliant. .

After half a stick of incense, the sky returned to silence. The blazing white righteousness and the golden Arhat appearance had dissipated. The bright sun hung high in the sky and shed thousands of rays of sunlight, as if nothing had happened.

"Dad Xu is mighty!"

Xu Qian'an shouted in his heart. He was inexplicably shocked. He suddenly felt that age was not a problem. If Xu Zisheng lacked a godson, he could reluctantly make Xu Zisheng his godfather.

"It was so dangerous this time. I was unprepared and almost fell to my knees under the pressure of this Arhat image!"

"Now I'm ready. If it happens again, I won't even shake my legs!"

Xu Zisheng held his head high, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky, looking like a peerless master.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up, accompanied by the chanting of Sanskrit, the clouds rolled, and another Dharma image appeared. Compared with the previous one, this one was more vivid, lifelike, majestic and sacred. Of course, the momentum was completely different, far superior to the previous one.

"Ka Ka Ka!"

Xu Qi'an's neck made a heavy sound, his waist and back bent, his legs trembled like noodles, his face flushed, his forehead was full of sweat, and he struggled to resist the pressure of this Dharma image, muttering in his mouth.

"Buddhism does not talk about martial ethics, how can it really happen again?!"

Xu Qi'an once again visualized the three-headed and six-armed fierce god in his mind, holding a Tianmo Ruyi Knife in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the void. A black light flashed, breaking the invisible pressure, and he straightened his back little by little, leaning on the knife.

Xu Zisheng's expression changed slightly, his sword eyebrows frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise.

"First-class Bodhisattva, Vajra Angry Eyes Dharma Image!"

There are nine Dharma images in Buddhism, one of which is Vajra Angry Eyes Dharma Image, which is a magical method that can only be performed by first-class Bodhisattvas.

The highest level of Buddhism is the Super-class Buddha. Since the fall of Buddha, the highest status is the first-class Bodhisattva.

There have been nine Bodhisattvas in the history of Buddhism. There were seven five hundred years ago, five after Jiazi's exorcism, and one was killed by the first generation of Jianzheng when Wuzong usurped the throne. Now there are only four left. It is worthy of being the first major sect in Kyushu and has strong strength.

"What can a first-class Bodhisattva do? I will fight you anyway!"

Xu Zisheng curled his lips with disdain. He has now stepped half a step into the realm of Super-class Confucian Saints. His strength can be called the best in the world. Even if the only four first-class Bodhisattvas left in Buddhism join forces, he is not afraid at all.

A majestic and righteous aura surged out of Xu Zisheng's body again, and the upright and grand aura enveloped the entire Kyoto City. He slowly raised his hand and was about to defeat this Vajra Angry Eyes Dharma Image.

Suddenly, a voice with a bit of annoyance sounded. Ordinary people could not hear it at all. In the whole city of Kyoto, only a few masters who had entered the second-grade realm could hear it, including Wei Yuan of Haoqi Tower, Du'e Luohan of Buddhism, Luo Yuheng, the leader of Renzong Dao, and Xu Zisheng, the first-grade sub-sage. No one else could hear it.

"The agreement back then was a matter between you and the royal family. What does it have to do with me?"

On the Bagua platform of the Sitianjian, the Stargazing Tower, the supervisor in white clothes, white hair and white beard stood on the edge of the Bagua platform, with his hands behind his back, and the night wind danced his beard, and he said unhappily.

In the sky, the huge and incomparable Vajra with angry eyes spoke, and the voice was rolling, but only a few people could hear it.

"If it weren't for my Buddhist sect's help, could you have entered the first rank? Now that Shenshu has been born, if you don't give the Buddhist sect an explanation, I will come to Beijing in person one day."

"If you dare to come to Beijing, I will send you to reincarnation."

The Supervisor sneered. He was not afraid of the first rank Bodhisattva, but after thinking about it, he still felt that what he did was a bit unkind, and then asked.

"What do you Buddhist sect want?"

"What do you want? You should know how much disaster it will bring to my Buddhist sect once Shenshu reunites with his flesh."

The Vajra Dharma Image roared continuously and was very angry. Once the monk Shenshu was completely freed, no one in the Buddhist sect could defeat him unless the Buddha was reborn.

"Then do you know how much disaster it will bring to my Dafeng if Shenshu continues to be sealed in Sangpo?"

Although the Supervisor was not right, he still did not give in and asked directly.

"You, the Astronomical Bureau, have caused this mess yourself, and you want me to take the blame for it?"

"Now that things have come to this, why are you talking about these useless things? Your Dharma image can only last for half a quarter of an hour. If you have something to say, hurry up and finish it. Don't disturb the peace of the people in the capital."

The Supervisor seemed a little impatient, frowning and hurriedly urged.

"Two things, one is to track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom and find Shenshu's broken arm; the other is that the Buddhist sect wants to borrow your Tianji disk for three years."

"Come and get it if you have the ability."

The Supervisor shook his head after hearing this, decisively refused, and said coldly.

"Okay!"

The angry Dharma image of the Vajra responded in a voice, and then dissipated. The sky returned to peace again, as if it was just a dream and nothing happened.

"You're lucky!"

Xu Zisheng smiled coldly. If the supervisor hadn't spoken just now, he would have taken action and cut off this angry Vajra Dharma image, teaching the Buddhist sect a lesson and letting them know that Dafeng Kyoto City is not a place where they can come and go as they please. Do they really treat Dafeng as a public toilet?

Xu Zisheng's figure flashed and disappeared into the void in an instant, returning to his Yong'an Marquis Mansion, too lazy to care about other things.

Xu Qi'an stood on the ring, his legs stopped shaking, and looked at the monk Jingsi opposite with a somewhat embarrassed look. He just made a bold statement and was slapped in the face by the Buddhist Bodhisattva, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After this incident, the competition between Xu Qi'an and Monk Jingsi ended in a hurry. He had just resisted the pressure of the Dharma image twice, exhausted his energy and spirit, and really had no strength to fight again.

In fact, it was no wonder that the Buddhist sect was angry and came to Dafeng Kyoto to ask for punishment and vowed to ask the supervisor to give an explanation.

In those days, Emperor Wuzong of Dafeng was a man of great military and political skills, with numerous elite soldiers and generals under his command. However, there was an obstacle that he could never get around in order to seize the throne. And that obstacle could even make his ambitions vanish into thin air.

The first supervisor of the Sitianjian, a top-level master of the sorcerer system, with the first supervisor in charge, as long as Dafeng's national destiny was not over, no one could shake the throne.

Faced with such a powerful and insurmountable obstacle, Emperor Wuzong chose to cooperate with the Western Regions Buddhist sect.

That time was the beginning of the alliance between the Western Regions Buddhism and Dafeng. Buddhism helped Emperor Wuzong kill the first generation of supervisors, and Emperor Wuzong had to agree to Buddhism to preach in the Central Plains and seal evil things for Buddhism.

For this, Buddhism lost a Bodhisattva, which was a huge price. Since then, the Western Regions Buddhism has preached in the Central Plains. In the past hundred years, Buddhist temples have blossomed everywhere and prospered.

Until a hundred years later, it encountered the peak period of Confucianism. At that time, Confucianism looked at everyone as garbage. It was so powerful that it was lawless. It led to the destruction of Buddhism and drove Buddhism out of the Central Plains. Now in Dafeng, the only Buddhist force left is Qinglong Temple.

Now, the old man of the second generation of supervisors watched Sangpo being bombed and Monk Shenshu escaped. He watched coldly and pretended to be sick. It was considered a breach of contract. The Buddhists were naturally angry and came to ask for punishment. It was also reasonable.