Lanke Chess Edge

This style of throwing the Zen stick made Lu Shanjun understand the restrictions of the temple a little more in his heart. Sure enough, things contaminated with Buddhism can pass through that layer of restrictions.

In fact, the prohibition in this monastery is not ordinary. For the first time before, he really wanted to go in and drink tea, but he was caught off guard.

Afterwards, those great monks saw that the situation was not good, and returned to the ban to chant scriptures one after another, also believing in the power of the temple ban.

Even if Lu Shanjun wanted to rush into the temple symbolically before, he knew that it would not be easy to succeed. Of course, he didn't want to show his original shape at the time.

As a result, Mr. Lu Shanjun underestimated these old monks' obsession with subjugating demons, Buddhas and demons. His temptation does not mean that the other party will do the same. He directly used all means to come up side by side. A pass of Buddhism stuck him, and even suppressed the evil spirit. And mana, highly targeted to monsters.

Taking such a decisive action, apart from the possibility of not having a good impression of monsters, also let Lu Shanjun see that these monks would never let him see Zhao Long.

That being the case, fortunately, it was easier and quicker to show the original shape and explode the circle of Buddha's light.

At this moment, Lu Shanjun used the Zen staff to see the loopholes in the temple's prohibition, and knew that the prohibition was indeed strong, but the changes were also relatively simple, gravity lightened skill, rigid but not soft, it was by no means like that in Xianfu and other places, it was mountain, water, and sky. , The magical forbidden law of the terrain.

Lu Shanjun looked at the old monk vomiting blood in front of the temple gate, and then at the other two monks who had been blown further away just now.

Although the three of them were all injured and looked serious, but because they were protected by King Ming's method, they were actually not seriously injured.

Of course, the resistance of the three old monks has also dropped a lot. If Lu Shanjun wants to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, he will not be able to fight anymore, which means that three troubles will be lost.

Lu Shanjun sneered in his heart, and didn't kill him. Yufeng lifted the huge demon body and lifted it to the sky above Daming Temple, overlooking the entire temple.

The demonic aura in the sky became flames, filling half of the sky together with the sweeping demonic wind, which brought a great sense of oppression to the monks in the monastery.

"Zhao Long~~~~ You still haven't come out? The monks of Daming Temple protect you so much, it seems that you have something extraordinary, do you want to watch them die because of you?"

Lu Shanjun's voice spread throughout the Daming Temple, the rumbling reverberation was like thunder, and the huge monster body slowly fell on top of the Daming Temple.

A layer of bright yellow halo appeared above the temple, like a flowing mask. It was precisely because of this layer of restriction that Lu Shanjun was bounced away.

But now, Lu Shanjun's demon body slowly fell, and one of the giant palms landed on the restraint with sharp claws. Although the restraint was brightened, it had no effect on the demon body.

There is a special layer of light on the sharp claws, and the restraint that should be slippery is actually inserted into it bit by bit by the claws like cutting through cream, and then a demonic aura emerges from the claws.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrupd

As Lu Shanjun closed his palms and claws, there was a sound of porcelain shattering as they rubbed against each other little by little, and the situation began to become unstable from inside the restraint.

All the monks in the monastery nervously looked at the prohibition above the monastery, and looked at the pair of black golden eyes like emeralds that had never heard of or seen a monster before. It seemed that those eyes had a strange power, which could captivate people's hearts and make them feel ashamed. People fall into fear and lose other abilities.

"boom……"

When the sound sounded, all the monks shook, and the restriction of the temple was as fragile as a thin glass cup, and it shattered directly.

Many monks had disbelief on their faces, and they couldn't believe that the temple's restrictions were so weak. It stands to reason that even if this monster is really powerful, it shouldn't break the restrictions so easily.

But in any case, the fact is that the ban lasted less than ten breaths under Lu Shanjun's claws. At this time, the evil wind swept into the temple with a strong evil spirit, and a huge demon claw stepped into the ground of the temple, followed by the second Only, third, fourth.

"Monster, evildoer... how dare you intrude into my place of meditation, King Foming... Monks of Daming Temple, let's subdue the demon together—!"

The old monk at the gate of the monastery was furious. He felt that the sacred and pure land where he had practiced for most of his life was polluted by monsters. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily.

It’s just that the old monk’s anger did not get the response it deserved. All the monks stared at Lu Shanjun’s eyes like a demon, unable to speak or move. Shaking constantly, many people passed out in a coma.

Lu Shanjun looked at the old monk outside the temple.

"You old monk, it's fine if you want to fight yourself, why let these little monks be your car."

While speaking, Lu Shanjun scanned the entire temple, even though the restriction was removed, he still couldn't see through it.

"Zhao Long~~~~ Don't hide, you and I will meet sooner or later, it's better to see you sooner than later, it's better to see you today than later, since I'm an evil and evil spirit, will I swallow this group of monks or destroy everything around me? But it’s hard to say, why don’t you come out yet?”

Lu Shanjun roared again, his voice was a little impatient, if he couldn't find it, he had to tear down the Daming Temple, and Zhao Long could always be found by digging three feet.

Above the clouds, Ji Yuan stood in the place shrouded in clouds and mist, squinting at the messy Daming Temple and Lu Shanjun with a huge monster body below, thinking about whether to stop him.

Ji Yuan knows that Lu Shanjun has indeed restrained himself very much, but whether he is a human or a monster, patience always has a limit. Naturally, it is impossible to swallow a monk, but in a short time, maybe Lu Shanjun will not be able to resist directly destroying the entire Daming Temple. go.

Although this Daming Temple is far inferior to the mountain gates of the Immortal Mansion, a holy place for cultivation, it is not an ordinary secular temple after all. There is a sculpted body of King Ming. Although the avatar of King Ming is not visible, it does not mean that it will not be visible.

All the Ming Kings in the Buddhist sect still have backgrounds. The absence of Dazhen Buddhism does not mean that the Buddhism is powerless. Daming Temple is really a matter of life and death, and the incarnation of Ming King is very likely to appear.

At that time, it will not be something that Lu Shanjun can order as soon as possible.

Whether the temple is destroyed or a real fight is not what Ji Yuan wants to see, I believe it is not what the monks want to see, and it is not even what Lu Shanjun wants to see.

And there are only two people who can stop all this, one is Ji Yuan in the cloud, and the other is Zhao Long, but looking at the current situation, no matter whether he knows what happened to the outside world, Zhao Long probably won't come out.

There was no response to Lu Shanjun's roar, and a sneer appeared on the face of the demon body, scanning all the frightened monks around him, as well as the three old monks with various injuries who had regrouped in front of the temple and stepped into the temple.

"Master Jueming, your dharma name is ridiculous!"

Although Lu Shanjun's words still spread throughout the monastery, his voice was very low, revealing a sense of danger.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Up until now, his cheap apprentice was really angry, and even the evil spirit had undergone subtle changes, and even murderous intent flowed out.

But just when he was preparing to transmit the sound to Lu Shanjun, a not-so-loud Buddha's chant came from the direction of the main hall of the temple.

"Goodness, Great Ming King Buddha, Lord Lu, Zhao Long is here!"

The gate of the main hall of the monastery was opened from the inside, revealing the one-foot-high statue of Sitting King Ming, and a middle-aged monk standing in front of the gate with a bald head.

At this moment, Jueming clasped his hands together and closed his eyes slightly. His trembling eyelids showed that his heart was not at peace. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked at the huge demon body in the temple square.

Leaping up from his feet, Jue Ming, who had used his lightness kung fu, arrived at the square in a few vertical leaps. The distance from Lu Shanjun's nearest claw was only 20 feet. The level of Ming monk.

"Jueming, why did you come out? Why did you come out? Don't you believe in Master Huitong?"

The leading old monk seemed very excited. Together with the other two old monks, he rushed to the side of the monk Jueming and stood in front of him. He looked nervously at the huge monster that was almost close at hand.

On the contrary, the expression on Lu Shanjun's demonic face was subtle, and he looked at Monk Jueming intently. Based on his observation at the moment, the great monk's body was full of fire, his heartbeat and changes in his body Qi showed that he was very nervous, and his aura of Dharma was weak. But at first glance, it seems that there is no hostility or resentment.

It's just that this is in the Daming Temple, a place where Buddhism is practiced, and Buddhism is the best at eliminating resentment and hostility, so it cannot be said that Zhao Long is really flawless.

But Lu Shanjun is not worried about this either, as long as he catches Zhao Long and takes him to his house to go around, he can always find out.

It was also at this time that Monk Jueming spoke again.

"Master Huitong really said that if there is a catastrophe, no matter what happens, you must never show up. If you can endure it for a while, you can melt away the catastrophe, hehehe..."

Jueming forced a smile and looked at the old monk beside him.

"But abbot, I am not an eminent monk like you after all. I can't see through it or figure it out. I can't think of a solution to this situation. Even if I am safe under the statue of King Ming, who will come to save you? I have hesitated. I struggled, but finally came out.”

Hearing these words, Ji Yuan felt quite strange, thinking, could it be that he was plotting someone? Is Master Huitong the one he knows?

Jue Ming below looked up at Lu Shanjun, thinking it was a tiger demon coming, but he didn't expect such an unimaginable appearance, but it was far more majestic and terrifying than the fierce tiger in his memory.

"Lu Shanjun, Zhao Long is here. I have indeed committed an unforgivable crime. Back then, I was used by traitors to mistakenly kill a group of righteous men... After knowing the truth, I regretted it and bought more wine to drown my sorrows, but I didn't want to be drunk and be listened to by others. Go, I was confused at the time, and I did even more stupid things, fearing that the Dongchuang incident would ruin my reputation, after I found those people, I also eliminated them all under some persuasion..."

Lu Shanjun listened, his eyes were already narrowed, and there was a trace of murderous intent in the eyes through the slits of his eyelids.

"After that, I often woke up in nightmares. I was so confused during the day that I couldn't fall asleep at night. The only way to fall asleep was to go to the Buddhist temple to chant sutras under the statue of King Ming!"

Ji Yuan looked at Zhao Long from the clouds, fearing that he was already full of resentment at that time, so he could only sleep peacefully under the statue of King Ming. As for the temple of ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods didn't bother to care about Zhao Long at that time.

"One night back then, when I was in King Ming, I was like a hangover. I said to myself, if I have an infinite life, I would like to repay the infinite fruit. I planned to end this life, but I was saved by a master..."

Jueming finished all these painful past events in one breath, and seemed to feel better in his heart, then looked at the giant monster who looked like a tiger but not a tiger, and suddenly couldn't help asking.

"Lu Shanjun, how did you get rid of the guilt of eating people back then?"

Lu Shanjun looked at Zhao Long like this, not in a provocative tone, as if he was really asking for a solution, he suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and only answered after serious thinking.

"When I first opened my spiritual wisdom, people hunted my fur, and I could also take human flesh; later, I got a ghost from a cannibal, and a ghost said to me, I would like to bring a living person to my mouth, and I can eat five or ten people. I would like to exchange for liberation, and I also agree; after seeing Mr., I knew the meaning of "sentient beings" and suddenly became enlightened. Today, Lu has been able to distinguish right from wrong, but if the feeling of guilt is as painful as you said , Lu really didn’t feel it.”

Lu Shanjun spoke the truth, but it was obviously not the answer Zhao Long wanted. He sighed, wiped the sweat off his face, and his heartbeat calmed down.

"In these years, except when practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, the bad feeling in my heart has never dissipated. The barren water of bitterness has gathered into a sea, boundless and never landed. At this moment, I am relieved. I want to kill or cut, and let the tiger dispose of me."