reborn as a wolf

Chapter 28 Monsters and Monks

"Xiao Hui, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time." The boy in gray trotted all the way, hugged Tang Hui's neck, rubbed it, and then said: "Hey, Xiao Hui, have you changed your hair?"

At this time, Tang Hui's body was close to two meters, fully doubled in size. Perhaps because of being struck by lightning, all his gray hair had fallen out, and his green hair had grown back. His whole body was full of explosive power, like choosing a person.

And like a devouring beast.

"Sleeping is too boring, let's go fishing." The boy in gray pointed to Yangming Lake not far away, and suddenly became interested in going fishing.

Tang Hui nodded indifferently.

The boy in gray clothes asked the two handsome maids for two pairs of fishing rods, bait, and fishing baskets, and took Tang Hui carelessly towards Yangming Lake. A group of children from the Ye family were playing by the lake.

One person and one wolf came to the shade of a willow tree, hooked the bait, threw the fishing line, held the fishing rod, and waited for the bait to take the bait. It was very comfortable.

At this time, a burst of childish screams came from behind a man and a wolf.

Monsters, monsters.

A group of children in fine clothes were holding snacks or wooden knives, swords, guns and sticks in their hands. The children, who were playing, dancing with guns and sticks, suddenly looked up and saw one person and one animal fishing on the bank of Yangming Lake.

"Don't be afraid. This is the ancestral home of the Ye family. It is blessed by our ancestors. Let's stone that monster to death."

"Yes, Dad said that evil will prevail over good. Monsters are most afraid of the sound of chanting sutras. Let's throw stones to kill them while chanting Amitabha."

When an older boy threw out the wooden knife in his hand, he then moved a small stone from the bank of Yangming Lake and threw it at one person and one wolf. The other children followed suit.

The children in the ancestral home of the Ye family have been able to use medicine to train their bodies at an early age, dance with knives and sticks, and their strength is far beyond what ordinary children can match. This is the benefit of the fine tradition of the family, and they are better than others at the starting line.

More than a dozen wooden knives, swords, guns, and sticks were thrown towards the willow tree. A few slightly frightened little girls also took courage. Their arms were relatively weak and they could not throw the snacks in their hands.

The Willow Lake was so far away, and he began to chant "Amitabha" non-stop. After throwing away the wooden knives, swords, guns, and sticks, a dozen and a half-year-old children began to bend down and pick up the lighter stones around them. Unfortunately, I don't know why.

, whether it was wooden knives, swords, guns, sticks or stones, they all changed the established trajectory, lost their accuracy, and fell around one person and one beast.

The children lost their initial timidity and became more and more courageous as they fought. Even the timid little girls, Fian Feng, began to gain courage. They walked closer and closer, bent down to pick up stones by the lake, and began to treat thrown stones as

For fun, I lost all the stones nearby, so I took a few steps forward to look for the stones.

The boy in gray was gently hugged by Tang Hui's shoulders, and the wolf's claws were covering the boy's mouth so that he could not make any sound.

"Let's go and ask our parents to fight the monsters." A boy ordered.

A little girl glanced disdainfully at the monster that remained motionless under the willow tree. She spat at the monster and said, "Damn monster, I asked you to come out in broad daylight to scare people."

This sentence of "dead monster" hit Tang Hui hard in the heart.

It surpassed the fierce sword energy of the white-haired old man outside Jingzhou City.

The children lost interest and ran back under the leadership of the boy who gave the orders. Tang Hui then gradually loosened the huge wolf claws covering the mouth of the boy in gray and looked at the rippling water of Yangming Lake, stunned.

Trance.

For some reason, crystal liquid slowly flowed out of the eyes of the boy in gray clothes. He hugged Tang Hui's waist and cried loudly, feeling even more sad than if he had been wronged.

Two lines of tears blurred his cheeks.

Half an hour later, a group of monks in cassocks walked on the lake, as graceful as yellow butterflies, with an extraordinary and otherworldly momentum, as if they were ascending to immortality.

This group of monks treaded water easily, skimming five to six feet in height, targeting the monster nearly two meters tall, and pounced straight towards it.

Tang Hui slowly stood up and stood there with a look of sadness. He pushed lightly with his wolf paws and pushed the boy in gray clothes away for a distance. He looked calmly at the group of bald donkeys rushing toward him. He didn't know if it was a tip from the children or a catastrophe.

The demonic aura at that time attracted these bald donkeys who were like flies.

This group of monks was led by an elderly monk wearing a red cassock with gold. He was undoubtedly a monk from the high-ranking Jing Zen sect who preached and preached the profoundness of Buddhism. The reason why he mobilized so many people is that he was attracted by the shining thunder of the heavenly tribulation. If that is the case.

It only takes a few parents to inform the children.

The monk and Tang Hui were twenty feet apart.

The elderly monk is nearly sixty years old, but he does not look senile at all. Instead, his skin is as white and tender as a baby, and his expression is calm. These monks stepped on the lake and remained motionless, like yellow butterflies resting on a mirror.

The heroes who went to the Ye family's ancestral home to watch the ceremony didn't know who was the first to see this mysterious scene. After a few surprises, not long after, there were bursts of exclamations and people jumped up the wall one after another. Soon the crowds were crowded, including members of the Ye family.

There were also "distant friends" of the owner of the house who stopped to watch.

"You evildoer, why don't you kneel down and kill him quickly?" A young monk in his twenties standing on the left side of the old monk said coldly.

Tang Hui stretched out his wolf claws, picked out his ears in a rather rogue manner, rolled them over with his wolf claws, popped out his bent fingers, and said calmly with a mocking expression: "If you are a guest of the Ye family attending the ceremony, please kindly remind me that you are leaving.

You're on the wrong road. You should go to the right. If you're here to slay demons and stir up trouble, then we have to talk to you. By the way, since you can stand on the lake and pretend to be gods, you must be pretty good at it.

Your butt won’t be cold if you sit down, right?”

The leading elderly monk frowned and quickly plucked a string of maroon beads in his hand. Most of the monks around the elderly man showed displeasure, and the young monk on the left was even more angry.

The man became angry, blood spattered five steps, and his head fell to the ground.

When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses and their blood flowed thousands of miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the anger of the immortal family is lighter than the anger of the emperor.

This young monk did not hide his true feelings and was so angry that he had the look of King Kong's anger.

He laughed angrily and laughed loudly and said: "You are a bold monster who has brought harm to the world. Do you still want to sit down with a poor monk to argue and quibble? Okay, then I will give you a seat."

Sure enough, the young monk sat down.

Like a mountain suddenly filling up the river and sea.

Except for the elderly monk at the head, the rest of the monks raised their toes and were a few feet away from the lake.

The surface of the lake is swaying, and there is no wind to stir up the waves. The momentum is moving and the waves are magnificent.

At such a young age, he is already in the foundation building stage.

But what is extremely embarrassing is that the nearby lake is shaking violently, and the waves are getting higher and higher, and they are almost impacting the willow trees by the lake. The monster is still laughing calmly and does not kneel down at all.

It means begging for mercy.

"Is that wolf crazy?" Ye Jitian, the head of the Ye family who was watching, climbed up to the Wangyue Tower, watched the scene in front of him, and asked the fifth Taoist priest Qingxu in the world next to him.

Taoist Master Qingxu smiled and said, "Maybe newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers because they have never gone into the mountains and do not know the power of big bugs. Taoist Master Qingxu was originally from the Taoist lineage, but for some reason he took the path of martial arts. Buddhism and Taoism have always been the world of cultivation.

Taishan Beidou, who knows little things, Taoist Master Qingxu is not confident enough to accept the young monk's move, and he doesn't know how to deal with this monster.

Generally speaking, a second-grade minor master cannot enter the eyes of a cultivator. Even a first-grade master would dare to fight with a cultivator holding a magic weapon in the Qi Refining Stage, let alone a young monk who is already in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Qingxu Dao

I feel sorry for myself.

Facing the rolling lake surface, the monster not only did not retreat, but jumped up and came on the waves. With the monster's steps, the entire lake calmed down almost instantly, and there was no more waves.

The demon stopped ten feet away from the old monk and said calmly: "I'm right here, waiting for you to slay the demons."

The evildoer's next words from a street rogue ruined the master's momentum just now, "In a one-on-one challenge, I, the evildoer who doesn't know how to live or die, challenge a group of you bald donkeys; in a group challenge, you, a group of bald donkeys, pick on me, an evildoer.

I won’t say much about the scene, whether it’s a group challenge or a wheel battle, I’ll take care of it all.”

The old monk was silent and looked strange.

The rest of the monks were dumbfounded. How could this monster have acquired the habits of a ruffian in the market? It was too vulgar and unbearable.

The young monk couldn't bear it any longer. He was so angry that he suddenly slapped his palm on the already calm lake. His five fingers turned into claws and he suddenly pulled out. He actually pulled out a water dragon as thick as an arm. The four-clawed water dragon with a nose and eyes was crystal clear, and he threw it at the extremely rampant evildoer.

The water dragon bared its teeth and claws in the empty account, it was really majestic.

The monster raised his hand slightly, stretched out a finger, and flew a little higher in the air. The water dragon quickly collapsed into a puddle of water and returned to the lake. The monster sneered and said: "It's a small trick."

The young monk was so embarrassed and angry that he took out the 108 beads hanging around his neck with both hands, threw them into the void, and chanted loudly: "Six-character mantra, Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum."

One hundred and eight Buddhist beads swelled up when they saw the wind, instantly flew into the sky, flashing Buddha light, forming a circle, spinning rapidly, and ensnared the evildoer.

"Dharma weapon?" The evildoer sneered, and allowed one hundred and eight Buddhist beads to trap him. He exerted force on his waist, and with a slight shock, the red thread that strung the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads was broken, and the Buddha's light flashed.

One hundred and eight beads instantly dimmed and fell into the water of Yangming Lake one after another.

The old monk's brows furrowed even more tightly and he muttered in an almost inaudible whisper: "Evildoers have overwhelming power and cannot be fought alone. They form the Big Dipper and the Swastika Formation to subdue demons."

Except for the old monk who did not move at all, the other monks rushed around and quickly changed their positions. Using the evildoer as the center of their formation, they surrounded him and occupied the positions of Qinglong, ###, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. They clasped their hands together and lowered their eyebrows.

He opened his eyes and muttered words in his mouth, and "Swastikas" shining with Buddha's light came out of his mouth one after another. They quickly gathered above the monster, grew stronger, and rotated endlessly.

The evildoer looked up at the sky, looking at the getting bigger and bigger "Swastika". He actually opened his fangs and huge mouth, and sucked in hard. The "Swastika" slowly shrank, and was sucked into the demon's belly. At the same time, he was sucked into his belly.

And the telepathy of these monks.

Suddenly, the young monks all had headaches, as if they had been hit by the formation and lost their magic power.

"Use whatever means you have, don't hide them." The evildoer ignored the young monks who had a splitting headache and walked towards the old monk.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together and preached the name of the Buddha. The sound was like a bell. Circles of ripples began to spread from his feet. The evildoer who was walking confidently turned out to be a little unsteady on his feet.

"Returning to Void Stage cultivator?" The monster barely managed to steady his body and asked tentatively.

The old monk shook his head slightly, took out an alms bowl from his arms, and threw it into the sky. The old monk could not see how he recited the mantra. The alms bowl swelled up in the wind, and instantly rose to a size of three feet. A golden light three feet thick shot out from the alms bowl, illuminating it.

To the walking monster.

"Holy crap, it's a spiritual weapon."

The monster cursed, and his masterly demeanor disappeared in an instant, and he ran away. No matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than the golden light projected by the spiritual weapon. It covered the monster with just a flick of the finger, and the monster was three feet away.

In the golden light, he clashed left and right, but he could never escape the shackles of the golden light.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Purifying Mantra."

The old monk took a slight step, as if shrinking to an inch, and came to a place three feet away from the golden light. He sat cross-legged and muttered something extremely profound and obscure.

"Is it half the battle to surrender or lose?"

The evildoer who was trapped in the golden light and rushed left and right, kicked the light wall covered with golden light with his hind legs and said to the old monk sitting cross-legged.

The old monk ignored him at all, and the voice of chanting became louder and louder. The originally calm lake surface once again stirred up huge waves, and all kinds of fish floated up to the water and swam around the old monk. It was truly a spectacle.

At first glance, one can tell that it is an old monk who is planning a great trick.

"Damn, this is my rhythm. I'll fight you."

The evildoer no longer fought left and right, and sat cross-legged face to face with the old monk, with his eyes closed tightly, and his hands quickly making sutras as if through flowers and willows. The green hair on his body stood upright, and the five-color spiritual power in the small pond in his lower dantian was

It surges wildly, condenses tightly together, and forms a five-color ball that rotates rapidly.

The moment the old monk completed the incantation, the evildoer opened his eyes suddenly and shouted, "Old bald donkey, try the first spell I learned on my own - the Five Elements Annihilation Bullet."

The evildoer opened his mouth and spit out a five-color ball that was the size of a fist, and it crashed into the wall of light projected by the alms bowl. At the same time, the old monk finally completed the secret, and a golden dragon protecting the law emerged from the mouth.

Rising slowly from behind, a golden dragon has five claws, its scales reflect the dazzling golden light, and its whole body is golden, brighter and more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sky.

The golden dragon rushed towards the monster in the light curtain, and happened to hit the monster's bloody mouth and spit out five-element annihilation bombs the size of a fist.

"boom."

The explosion was deafening, and the onlookers covered their ears and kept wailing.

The old monk retreated again and again, and the water level on the Yangming Lake dropped by more than three feet. Dead fish and shrimps floated all over the Yangming Lake, including many large fish that were more than a foot long and were about to become spirits through cultivation.

The lake water rose into the sky and splashed in all directions, like a heavy rain.

The old monk spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, walked in the pouring rain, reached out to recall the dim alms bowl in the sky, held the alms bowl, and walked quickly towards the center of the explosion.

The place where the golden light was originally projected had nothing but a few green hairs and the green blood stains that were about to dissipate after entering the water. The old monk beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting: "Report to the master, kill this beast. Don't let it escape, lest it escape."

Endangering the world."

"Respectfully obey Master's decree."

The young monks around him clasped their hands together, nodded in agreement, and dispersed.