Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter Twenty-Four

Fahai looked at the locust tree spirit again, and pinched a magic mark with one hand on the tree trunk. "Today, I will give you a good fortune. I hope you will practice well, not be evil, and cultivate a positive fruit soon."

The body of the locust tree spirit burned by the thunder and fire was restored to life under the Buddha light, and he shook the branch in response to Fahai.

"Thank you Master, the little demon must remember the words of the Master."

"That's great."

Fahai nodded in satisfaction.

"Go, don't stay here, find a temple to practice, and listen to my Buddha's mantra."

"Thank you for your advice, Master."

The locust tree shook its body and walked away.

The locust tree has a high level of Taoism, but for some reason it cannot be transformed into a human form.

"I'm leaving now?"

When Lu Weiming saw the locust tree about to run, his heart moved.

The locust tree spirit is very good, he wants to be conquered and brought back to Shushan, growing up is a good place to enjoy the coolness.

The snake monster and the scorpion spirit have been shattered by Fahai, and the monster soul has gone to the eighteenth floor of purgatory to confess.

What else is Lu Weiming afraid of?

Fahai?

He didn't pay attention.

He is a dignified Shushan disciple. What right does a little Buddhist disciple have to be arrogant in front of him?

The long sword in Lu Weiming's hand trembled and screamed.

He can't deal with the snake spirits and scorpion spirits of 800 years of Taoism, and he can't deal with the locust tree spirits of two or three hundred years of Taoism?

Underestimate him.

Lu Weiming used the Shushan body technique to catch up.

Song Qingyi and the others stunned, and they secretly said badly.

In front of Fahai, Lu Weiming wanted to do something on the locust tree spirit.

This……

It is obviously the tiger scratching the lice on the head, and the skin is itchy.

Fahai frowned, his feet slammed on the ground, the ground shattered, and a crack chased Lu Weiming up.

Lu Weiming was shocked and hurriedly avoided.

However, in such a blink of an eye, the locust tree spirit has escaped into the forest and merged with the breath of other big trees, the trace is hard to find.

Lu Weiming's face was ugly, and he strode up towards Fahai, "Monk, are you going to fight me?"

Fahai looked calm, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"What does the donor mean?"

"You know that I have fallen in love with the locust tree spirit, but you want to stop me from letting him go. Why are you not against me?"

Lu Weiming stared at Fahai coldly, his eyes full of anger.

Fahai sneered, "The donor is so powerful, just go find him on your own. What do you do to talk to the poor monk about these nonsense?"

"you……"

"Junior Brother Lu, you are enough."

Song Qingyi yelled.

"Sister Song, don't stop me, I must teach this monk a lesson today."

Lu Weiming roared angrily.

Song Qingyi and the others were speechless.

Who teaches whom?

Neither the snake monster nor the scorpion spirit who has lived for eight hundred years is an enemy of Fahai.

Lu Weiming sneered and said, "Monk, I am the grandson of the elder of the Shushan Shangwutang, you dare to touch my hair, my grandpa..."

Snapped!

Fahai slapped him on his face and flew him in the air to perform a 720-degree loop before landing.

Lu Weiming's left face suddenly became red and swollen, and when he touched it, he screamed in pain.

"Dead bald donkey, do you dare to beat me?"

Song Qingyi and their faces were slightly ugly. As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't hit the face.

Lu Weiming said that his grandfather was the elder of Shangwutang of Shushan Jianmen, and that Fahai made such a ruthless hand. It was clear that he was hitting Shushan Jianmen in the face.

As disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, they take it as their responsibility to maintain the dignity of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

Song Qingyi's eyes were cold, staring straight at Fahai, "Master, you are too much."

Fahai glanced at her carelessly.

contempt!

Song Qingyi's delicate body trembled, and the shame came from his heart.

"It's not too much to bully others?"

Fa Hai sneered coldly, "You people think that you come from a famous family, and you don’t have a good eye. You don’t know that there are people outside of the world, there is a sky outside, and one thing drops one thing. Then there is no realization. Next time it is not as simple as slapped, but lost. life."

After that, Fahai turned and walked away.

Song Qingyi stood there with several people, their eyes were extremely complicated.

Lu Weiming hissed and roared, his mouth kept filthy, "Buddha is a fart, I can crush it with one finger."

Fa Hai stopped and suddenly turned around, a heavy breath oppressing them.

"Bold fanatic, dare to blaspheme my Buddha!"

Fahai was furious.

Lu Weiming's eyes shrank suddenly, and a strong chill rushed from the depths of his soul, spreading to his limbs. He really felt the cold killing intent pervading Fa Hai's body.

Song Qingyi and the others paled in horror.

"This monk is terrible."

After a while, the murderous intent in Fahai's eyes dissipated.

Lu Weiming bit his scalp and asked, "Monk, I have the ability to stay."

Several people in Song Qingyi looked at him straightforwardly. At this time, they still didn't know how to repent and were still aggressive.

Is this going to forcibly ascend to heaven?

"Poor monk Fahai, Abbot of Jinshan Temple!"

Hiss--

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingyi's eyes were dull and stunned.

Abbot of Jinshan Temple?

Jinshan Temple, together with Hanging Temple, Putuo Temple, and Daming Temple, is collectively called the Four Holy Lands of Buddhism, and it is the first Buddhism in the world.

Jinshan Temple is the authentic Zen Buddhism.

In recent years, the eminent monks of Jinshan Temple have sat and passed away one after another, and their strength has been greatly reduced.

However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

It is conceivable that the weight of the abbot of Jinshan Temple is heavy.

The strength of Shushan Jianmen is not weak, and it is not bad compared with Jinshan Temple.

However, who would fight Jinshan Temple for a disciple like Lu Weiming?

What shocked Song Qingyi and the others most was that Fahai turned out to be the abbot of Jinshan Temple at a young age.

This identity is very important.

Lu Weiming's face was pale, this time he really kicked the iron plate.

Who could have imagined that a monk I met in this small Qixia Town had such a big origin.

As things spread today, Buddhism in the world would look at him differently. Especially the words he angered Fahai, if he let other Buddhist disciples know.

There will definitely be countless Buddhist disciples going to the Sword Gate of Shushan to promote Buddhism, but it is actually a challenge.

Thinking of this, Lu Weiming was desperate and desperate.

The high-level officials of Shushan Jianmen will definitely beat him to death, and then throw him to the barren mountain to feed the wolves.

"Amitabha! Since the benefactor is here, why hide it."

At this moment, Fahai suddenly spoke.

"Great master, I have hidden my breath so perfectly that you have discovered it."

Before the words fell, a figure flickered from a distance at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he already appeared here.

The visitor is about twenty-four and five years old, looks handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, slender body, and fairy spirit.

Song Qingyi and the others immediately stared at Venus, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Lu Weiming did the same with the two men.

He carried his hands and stood proudly.

"See big brother."

The contemporary master of Shushan Jianmen has a gentle wind.

"Free gift."

"Thank you, big brother."

Lu Weiming got up and stood aside respectfully, then his nose and tears flew up and began to complain.

Feng Qingyang glanced at him lightly, then smiled, "Master, the young man is not sensible, please forgive me."

"He is not younger than the poor monk."

Fa Hai said solemnly: "You are young and ignorant, this is not a reason to blaspheme my Buddha! If you want to give an explanation to the poor monk, then you will abolish his cultivation."

Fahai is extremely strong.

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