Legend of the Great Sage

"You are Li Qingshan!"

The few monks were shocked, although they had heard of his name long ago, they never expected that his strength would be so strong, killing demon generals was like slaughtering a dog, and hurried over to thank him.レm♠Thinking♥Road♣Guestレ

"Brother, did the master ask you to save us?" Duoga asked.

"It's just on the way. I want to go to the eighth floor, so I'll take a step first." Li Qingshan turned around and was about to leave.

"The eighth floor! Do you know how many magic commanders there are?" the monks asked in surprise.

"You'll know if you go and have a look!" Li Qingshan laughed.

"Senior Brother Yideng is only trying on the seventh floor! You dare to go to the eighth floor, are you going to die?"

"Which one is Senior Brother Yideng?"

"You haven't even heard of Senior Brother Yideng, he is the strongest disciple of our Tianlong Temple... probably!"

The monk glanced at Li Qingshan, and his words became a little uncertain. No matter how famous he is, it can't compare to the impact of seeing it with his own eyes.

Li Qingshan pondered, this group of monks probably spent a lot of time in the Temple of Demon Suppression, and they haven't heard anything about Xiaoan and himself, but that brother Yideng, who survived the second catastrophe in his forties, lived in Tianlong Temple He is the best among the disciples.

"I don't know how to compare Yiyi?"

"Brother Yiyi is naturally talented, but after all, he is still young. He has only survived one catastrophe and has not yet condensed relics. Compared with Senior Brother Yideng, it is far from enough!"

A monk beside him said: "If Junior Brother Yiyi can really break the barrier of life and death, survive the second catastrophe, and condense relics, that would be amazing!"

Another monk shook his head: "It's not that simple to condense the relics. Besides, Brother Yideng has studied the "Great Light Sutra" for many years and has the Buddha treasure in his hand. He is the strongest among the younger generation of disciples. Qingzhou is very famous, even if Junior Brother Yiyi condenses relics, he is not his opponent!"

"Maybe I'll be able to see that senior brother Yideng soon, hehe, Duoka, lend me a rosary! Don't be stingy, senior brother can still take advantage of you, and I'll return it to you when I get back!"

Li Qingshan reached out his hand to the string of rosary beads around Doga's neck, pulled out a better colored one, put it into the hilt of the Demon Rebel Sword, and it really fused into it.

"Brother,

You must come back! "

Amid Duoga's call full of worry and reluctance, Li Qingshan strode away and arrived at the seventh floor of the Demon Town Hall. Seeing the so-called Senior Brother Yideng, he didn't take it seriously and pushed open the gilded gate.

Dazzling rays of light shot out from between the cracks of the door, colliding fiercely with Li Qingshan's body-protecting devil energy.

The gold-plated door was fully opened, and a monk was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of suppressing demons. He was ugly, with a sunken nose, turned up lips, and protruding ears. Looking at his appearance alone, Li Qingshan was not surprised at all why he became a monk.

But his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body was like a raging fire, bright and dazzling, enough to make people ignore his appearance.

The monk clasped his hands together, and an oil lamp was placed on his left knee. Compared with the light emitting from his body, it was just a broken lamp like a bean, but a small light was like the only light in the dark night, containing With endless light, it is hard to ignore.

Around the Demon Suppressing Statue, demon hearts were scattered all over the place, but there was no corpse or blood!

"Amitabha, send you back to the Western Paradise!"

The monk pushed forward with both hands, and the blazing light that could blind people's eyes filled the entire hall, and the power contained in it was omnipresent and pervasive.

Li Qingshan knew where the corpses of the demons had gone, and was aroused to be competitive, so he wanted to see what "Senior Brother Yideng" was capable of.

The rebel sword with the newly acquired eyes was swung out, the sword energy howled, and a dark sword mark split the light and fire in two, approaching the eyes of the monk Yideng.

Monk Yideng let out a soft "Hey", the opponent's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, and such a sharp and sublime sword intent had only been seen by the best disciples and even the elders of Hidden Sword Palace.

He stretched out his index finger, tapped lightly on the oil lamp, and in an instant, a ray of flame flew out, intercepting Li Qingshan's sword energy, and counterattacked.

"interesting!"

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, pointed at the lamp sideways with the Rebel Sword, and danced lightly.

It was as if thousands of arms had been born, and each hand was holding a rebel sword. Layers of layers of sword light continued to pile up, like a thick city wall, pushing towards Monk Yideng!

That ray of fire looked extremely weak, as if it could be blown out with a gust of wind, but it passed through the city wall intertwined with sword lights, and was reflected in Li Qingshan's eyes.

But it was also at the end of the crossbow and was cut off by a sword.

Monk Yideng radiated light all over his body to block the roaring sword energy. He swayed and stood up. His eyes were not only surprised, but also deeply fearful.

"This magic commander is amazingly strong, and the magic weapon in his hand is also amazing. This time it must be a hard battle!"

"Dare to ask, but Senior Brother Yideng? This is Li Qingshan."

The curved visor was opened, Li Qingshan put away the Demon Rebel Sword, and saluted.

"You are Li Qingshan? A disciple of Master Bunu? What evidence do you have?"

Monk Yideng was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't relax his vigilance at all. He had practiced many times in the Demon Suppressing Hall, and he had a deep understanding of the ferocity and cunning of the demons. Many demons knew some illusions and charms, and seduction was the most common There are also means of pretending to be children and old people to win sympathy, or expressing that they have returned from the wrong way and are willing to convert to my Buddha.

But as long as there is an opportunity, they will attack brazenly. Many disciples who came to the trial died under such ghostly tricks.

In his memory, Li Qingshan was a young man in his 20s and 30s, how could he have such a strong strength, so he was convinced that this person must be a magic commander in disguise!

"If you don't believe me, get out of the way! I'm going to the eighth floor."

Li Qingshan strode towards the statue of Zhenmo.

"Stop, if you take another step forward, I'm going to strike!" Monk Yideng shouted, suddenly threw the oil lamp in his hand and landed on top of his head, his robes bulged and his skin shone with light, turning into a "Light Man".

Li Qingshan let out a snort, and laughed aloud. With an oil lamp on his bright bald head, he put on a posture of "human and lamp in one", no matter how you look at it, he finds it funny.

Monk Yideng has practiced for many years, and he will not be moved by the ridicule of the enemy. The light all over his body is restrained, and it becomes more and more dazzling, and the battle is ready to go.

"Okay, okay, this thing may be used as evidence!"

Li Qingshan thought for a while, took out a string of rosary beads, and threw it at Monk Yideng.

Monk Yideng took the rosary very carefully and inspected it. Although this string of rosary is not a powerful magic weapon, it has a history of inheritance. Some monks in Tianlong Temple all recognize it, and there is also a monk who is not angry. The breath left behind is absolutely difficult to fake.

He raised his head and said: "You really are the Li Qingshan who made a big fuss in the secular affairs court! What kind of government is the Red Eagle Commander?"

"Qinghe Mansion, I can go over now!"

Monk Yideng restrained his radiance, and threw back the rosary, which was considered to have recognized Li Qingshan's identity, and said in disbelief: "Junior brother, have you survived the second catastrophe?"

"Yes, not so long ago."

"Junior brother, you are less than thirty years old!"

"It's almost there!"

Monk Yideng clicked his tongue in amazement, "Junior brother is indeed a genius. He is valued by Master Bunu and accepted as his first disciple. When you come back this time, you are going to meet Master Bunu and plan to make a fortune?"

"There is no such plan at the moment."

The two chatted a few words in front of the statue of Zhenmo, Li Qingshan only felt that this monk was a bit dull and ignorant of world affairs, so he taught him a blunt lesson, and advised him to get out of the world and become a monk. After being politely rejected by Li Qingshan, he sighed and shook his head, looking like he hated iron for being weak.

Li Qingshan laughed, but he wasn't angry at all. At any rate, Monk Yideng didn't have the arrogance of those "big brothers" he had seen in the past, and when he persuaded him to become a monk, his purpose was simpler than that of Wuwei Monk, with a face of "so It’s a great thing, why don’t you understand it? Brother, I’ve been a monk for decades, how could I lie to you?” I was heartbroken.

After learning that Xiao'an had survived the second catastrophe, Monk Yideng's eyes flashed, and there were some turmoil in his heart.

After Xiaoan formally joined Tianlong Temple, every disciple felt the pressure, and the pressure he felt was particularly great. He has no father and no mother. He grew up in Tianlong Temple. With his cultivation talent far beyond ordinary people, he has received attention and care from all parties. He is one of the heirs of the abbot.

And Xiao An took away a lot of glory from him as soon as he came. Whether it was the root of Buddhahood and wisdom, or the difficulty of arguing, he was far from being the opponent of this kid who was a few decades younger than him, let alone his appearance. Originally, he still had an advantage in the realm of cultivation, but now that this only advantage no longer exists, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but he immediately summoned up his fighting spirit.

"Senior brother, stay here for a while, I will go back as soon as I go!"

"Wait, junior brother, the eighth floor of the Temple of Demon Suppression is very dangerous, there are many powerful and cunning demon masters, Master Bunu once told me that you must never go to the eighth floor, I advise you to stop here! "

Li Qingshan was about to go to the eighth floor when he was stopped by Monk Yideng, who tried to persuade him.

"I entered the Temple of Suppressing Demons this time just to go to the eighth floor to learn the eighth level "Illustrations of Suppressing Demons". My master also agreed."

Monk Yideng murmured in his heart, "Master Bunu didn't let me go down to the eighth floor, but let him go to the eighth floor. Did he think that my strength is not as good as his? But he has just survived the second catastrophe, so it's inevitable You underestimated me too much."

A possibility came to mind: "Junior brother is going to pretend to be the commander-in-chief and get in front of the statue of suppressing demons?"

"Of course not, of course we have to kill all the way to show the prestige of our Tianlong Temple!"

Li Qingshan flicked the rebel sword with a smile, he never worried about fighting too much, in order to practice Tiger Demon Transformation, he had to seize every opportunity to fight.

"In that case, I will go with you, and we will be more confident if we join hands!" Monk Yideng was full of fighting spirit.

In an instant, Li Qingshan felt a chill all over his body, and felt that there was a hidden danger ahead!