Full level ruthless person

The white-browed monk nodded and said with a kind smile: "Fang Daoyou, I will speak directly to you. Can you give up the life-slaying sword in your hand?"

Fang Zhixing could not help but glance at the evil monk who broke his precepts.

"It is not for him to use, but for me to use it."

The white-browed monk pointed at himself and said with a serious look: "The exchange conditions remain unchanged. As long as Minghuang Temple has it, you can take whatever you want."

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment and replied: "I want a Buddha relic."

"Okay, deal!"

The white-browed monk agreed without any hesitation.

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed.

I didn't expect it to be so easy to get the Buddha relic.

The next moment, the white-browed monk waved his hand and a brocade box flew over.

"The last generation of Buddha, that is, my master, failed to ascend to heaven and did not want to be assimilated by heaven and earth, so he ended his life and left a few relics."

The white-browed monk opened the brocade box, revealing irregular golden bones.

Fang Zhixing immediately picked the largest piece, and then took out the bronze dagger and handed it over.

"Is this the life-slaying sword?"

The white-browed old monk picked up the bronze dagger, looked at it for a while, looked at the broken-precepts evil monk, and asked: "How to use it?"

The broken-precepts evil monk said: "It's simple, just cut yourself casually."

The white-browed old monk didn't doubt him, and swung the sword to cut his head.

Swish!

The bronze dagger flashed by, and it pierced through the white-browed old monk's head like air, without leaving any scars.

The white-browed old monk blinked, a little dazed, and didn't seem to feel any pain.

But the next moment, the bronze dagger suddenly turned into dust-like fragments, flowing out from the white-browed old monk's fingers and drifting away with the wind.

"It's gone..."

The white-browed old monk raised his head, thinking.

"Master!"

At this moment, Pokong Buddhist suddenly screamed, staring at the white-browed old monk's forehead.

Fang Zhixing and the evil monk who broke the precepts also focused their eyes on the forehead at almost the same time.

The white-browed old monk was startled at first, and turned his head to look at a bronze mirror.

He saw that a black "卍" appeared on his forehead, as if it was written with a brush.

"What is this?!"

The white-browed old monk was shocked, and hurriedly approached the bronze mirror and touched his forehead.

The "卍" character did not look like a tattoo, but more like it was embedded under the skin and buried in the flesh and blood texture.

Seeing this, the evil monk who broke the precepts asked curiously: "How is it, do you feel any difference in yourself?"

"It seems that there is no change."

The white-browed old monk looked at his whole body and did not notice anything unusual.

"Well, I'll try to use my power."

The white-browed old monk stood up, and he did not see what he did.

Fang Zhixing and Pokong Buddhist only felt that the air suddenly solidified and their bodies were completely unable to move.

The free life metal particles between heaven and earth no longer obeyed their orders, and all submitted to the white-browed old monk.

Even the life metal particles in their bodies became agitated and took the initiative to drill out of their pores, as if they had rebelled, changed sides in the battle, changed their flags, and were out of control.

This is the power of the Martial Saint!

The great power of heaven and earth can be arbitrarily mobilized, taking whatever it wants, and can burst out all kinds of level nine big moves without limit.

Just like heaven and earth itself, great and sacred!

Even if Fang Zhixing is at the peak of the Martial King, he is still as weak as an ant in front of the real Martial Saint, not worth mentioning.

But this is not over yet.

All the life metal particles gathered around the white-browed old monk seemed to have undergone some incredible changes, bursting out with brilliant gold.

Even the "卍" character on his forehead gradually changed from black to gold.

For a time, the image of the white-browed old monk became tall and radiant, as if the real Buddha had come, and could not be looked at directly or blasphemed.

"I feel great now!"

The white-browed old monk showed a smile that could tear the sky apart, as if he had never been so happy in his life.

Seeing this, Pokong Buddhist said excitedly: "So, Master, you can stay in this world for a long time?"

The white-browed old monk looked at his body again and laughed heartily: "The world has stopped assimilating me. I feel as if I have jumped out of this world."

Pokong Buddhist was dumbfounded and said in shock: "Master, have you become a Buddha?"

The white-browed old monk was silent for a moment, and replied slowly: "I have never seen a Buddha."

The broken-precept evil monk tilted his head and said seriously: "Buddha, omnipotent."

The white-browed old monk understood and looked around at the three people and said: "Can you make a wish to me?"

Fang Zhixing lowered his eyebrows and did not move.

Pokong Buddhist thought for a while and said devoutly: "I have always wanted to know the whereabouts of 'Da Ai Mo Zun'."

Da Ai Mo Zun is a giant of the magic way and a master of the martial king realm.

This official has killed countless people and committed many evil things. He is notorious and is the public enemy of the world.

However, few people know that the true identity of the Great Love Demon Lord is actually the previous generation of Buddhist disciples of Minghuang Temple. After he went astray, he fell into the devil's way and committed many evil deeds.

Minghuang Temple has always wanted to clean up the house, but the Great Love Demon Lord is very cunning and his whereabouts are secretive. No one knows his whereabouts.

As the new Buddhist disciple, Pokong must have a fateful duel with the Great Love Demon Lord.

Hearing this, the evil monk Pojie laughed and said, "You can just make a wish and let the master help you catch the Great Love Demon Lord, isn't it?"

The Buddhist disciple Pokong couldn't help but look at the white-browed old monk, with a hint of expectation on his face.

The white-browed old monk nodded, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

The golden light on his body began to surge and flow faster, and the "卍" character between his eyebrows also shimmered.

After a while, he opened his eyes, with a meaningful expression on his face, and said, "So this is what it feels like to become a Buddha."

"Really, I became a Buddha!!"

The Buddhist disciples stood in awe.

Fang Zhixing held his breath, with an incredible expression on his face.

The evil monk who broke the precepts looked around and questioned: "If you really become a Buddha, what about the Great Love Demon?"

The old monk with white eyebrows smiled, with an unpredictable expression, and said calmly: "Buddha can indeed realize a person's wish, but the way of realizing it is not easy.

For example, if you want a child, the Buddha will not directly conjure a child for you, or make you pregnant directly, but will give you a fate. "

He turned to Po Kong Buddha and said slowly: "Four years from now, in the golden autumn, you and the Demon Lord of Great Love will meet in the 'Huang Valley'."

Po Kong Buddha took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.

"Hmph, trying to be mysterious..."

The evil monk who broke the precepts raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, and snorted: "Buddha, that's all."

The white-browed old monk didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "I only said that I had the feeling of becoming a Buddha, but I didn't say that I was a Buddha."

The evil monk who broke the precepts shook his head and couldn't hide his disappointment and said: "That's right, how can you become a Buddha with just a life-cutting sword?"

The white-browed old monk continued: "Sincerity leads to spirituality. If you believe that I am a Buddha, then I am a Buddha."

The evil monk who broke the precepts looked very disdainful.

The white-browed old monk looked at Fang Zhixing and asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Fang, do you have any wishes?"

Fang Zhixing pondered for a while and asked: "Senior, does he know everything now?"

The white-browed old monk responded: "No, for example, I still don't know much about you."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help frowning and asked in confusion: "Then what do you mean by becoming a Buddha?"

The white-browed old monk replied: "It means that as long as I want to know you and have this idea, then I will definitely know everything about you. It's just a matter of time."

He spread his hands.

The word "cause" appears on the left hand.

The word "fruit" appears on the right hand.

"The so-called fate simply means the outcome."

The white-browed old monk held his left hand, raised his right hand, and explained carefully: "I cut off my own destiny, then I can rewrite my own destiny and preset my own destiny at will.

For example, I can now set "I will understand everything about you." After presetting this result, my life will have a clear direction, and I will naturally get the results I want in the future. "

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized.

Generally speaking, there is often a cause first and then an effect!

This is a theoretical explanation. In real life, if there is a cause, there may not be an effect.

For example, if you want to be an official, this is the result.

Because, there may be many reasons, for example, you are a second-generation official, you work very hard, you were admitted to the civil service examination, etc.

A series of causes will eventually achieve the result of your becoming an official.

Of course, you may fail and end up not being an official.

There are many causes and the result is undetermined.

This is the normal state of life.

But the white-browed old monk broke this norm. Whatever fruit he wanted, he would definitely get it!

If he wants to be an official, he will eventually become an official.

As for the intermediate process, everything will go according to his wishes, happen naturally and fall into place.

"The realm of fate is just playing with cause and effect!" Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

The old monk with white eyebrows nodded and smiled, and said with satisfaction: "The first great realm in life is the realm of nirvana, reincarnation, and destiny! Isn't it that we practice hard just to be able to completely control our own destiny?"

Hearing this, the evil monk who broke the precepts suddenly interjected: "Have you ever had the intention to kill? Since you can preset the result, can you use this ability to kill another martial saint?"

The white-browed old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Monks are compassionate, and the old monk has no murderous intentions."

The evil monk who broke the precepts said: "I think that even if you have murderous intentions, you will not be able to kill other martial saints."

Po Kong Buddha asked in confusion: "Why can't it be killed? Master has just proved that he can preset the result?"

"You misunderstood."

The evil monk who broke the precepts responded: "Master can actually only presuppose his own fate, and cannot presuppose the fate of others, right?

He said that you and the Great Love Demon Lord will meet in four years, but that is actually not your destiny, but the destiny he has preset for himself!

I bet that even if the master presupposes that "you will definitely be promoted to Martial Saint", you may not be able to do it in the future. "

Po Kong Buddha's face changed slightly.

The white-browed old monk did not deny it, but said with an enigmatic smile: "The authorities are obsessed with the beholder. As long as you can jump beyond the world, you will see many different scenery."

Having said this, the white-browed old monk suddenly raised his chin and looked towards the roof.

"Buddha!"

A loud, rough voice suddenly sounded.

The white-browed old monk smiled and said: "Zezheng, you are well."

After hearing this, Po Kong Buddha couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Could it be the Martial Saint who lives in seclusion in the swamp of the Southern Wilderness?"

The next moment, a figure appeared outside the door.

He has a middle-aged appearance, a full beard, a short stature, and wears a green robe with water patterns.

The white-browed old monk stood up and said with a smile: "Sage Ze is here, Minghuang Temple is in full bloom. Please take a seat."

Ze Sheng walked in and sat down calmly.

When Fang Zhixing saw this, he reluctantly resigned.

When he went out, he heard Ze Sheng ask: "It seems that I feel right. The world will no longer swallow you. How did you do it?"

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Not long after, Fang Zhixing returned to his guest room and spread his hands.

A golden relic lay quietly in his hand.

[3. Obtain 1 Buddhist relic (already prepared, is it completed?)]

Only then did he know that he was not acting rashly.

At this time, he was in Minghuang Temple, and it was not appropriate for him to take any action under the eyes of the Buddha.

Not to mention, that Buddhist saint had just cut off his destiny and became unpredictable.

Just as he was thinking about it, a majestic pressure suddenly came and enveloped the entire Minghuang Temple.

"Martial Saint, two!"

Fang Zhixing was in awe, but he didn't expect that two more martial saints would come.

The next moment, the pressure disappeared in a flash.

"My dear, when the four martial saints gather together, Minghuang Temple has become a place of right and wrong."

Only then did he know that he should not hesitate, so he packed up his bags and left.

Bang~

Suddenly, a huge shock wave spread out.

A huge mushroom cloud rose from Minghuang Temple!

The meditation room where Fang Zhixing was located was instantly destroyed by a terrifying force.

Dust and smoke billowed, and strong winds swept through.

A pile of ruins was uncovered, and then Zhi walked out with a disgraced face.

He looked up to the sky.

Four figures were seen confronting each other in the air, their swords at war with each other.

There is an old monk with white eyebrows, Ze Sheng, a very majestic old man in purple robe, and a white-haired mother-in-law.

Judging from the positions of the four of them, Ze Sheng, the white-haired old woman and the purple-robed old man were attacking the white-browed old monk.

"Amitabha!"

The white-browed old monk glanced below. A large pit appeared in Minghuang Temple. The thousand-year-old temple was destroyed in one fell swoop. Many monks died unexpectedly.

"Three fellow Taoists, why are you doing this?" the white-browed old monk asked sadly.

The old man in purple robe said coldly: "If you want to blame me, I blame you for successfully cutting off the destiny. I, Saint Ze, and Saint Bai will either ascend or die, but you can live forever. Your existence is of great significance to us. Future generations are a huge threat.”

Ze Sheng deeply agreed, nodded and sighed: "As long as you live, who can stand out in this world? Our descendants will all look up to you, and you are the only one who will follow your lead."

The white-haired mother-in-law also said: "Holy Buddha, you have done something against heaven, and you will be punished by heaven!"

The white-browed old monk spread his hands and said, "You are worrying too much. The old monk is a monk, how can he dominate the world?"

The purple-robed old man sneered: "You may not have such thoughts now, but what about your disciples and the forces attached to Minghuang Temple?"

Ze Sheng nodded and said: "Sooner or later, whether you are willing to admit it or not, your existence itself is a threat and cannot be forgiven!"

The three martial saints had fierce killing intent and had no intention of letting the white-browed old monk go.