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Xuan Shen said softly: "Don't worry, the Bodhisattva is here to save me."

The next moment, Xuan Shen, who had broken his limbs and shattered his sternum, struck lightly, and unexpectedly broke the tendon rope on his body.

Sanjie's eyes widened.

An endless stream of life essence came from the void and poured into Xuan Shen's broken body, which then allowed the broken bones to recombine and the injury healed.

"Hold on!" The monk gently waved his sleeves at these simple believers, and the strong vitality, like a spring breeze, nourishes their aching bodies and eases their pain.

Xuan Shen turned around and strode towards Qiongda Sulang.

...

Lu Zhengkang sat on the bed, gently raised his right palm, and Mount Xumi manifested. The next moment, with a gentle wave, the peak disappeared.

...

"Moo!"

Above the dense wheel, the six realms evolve, the heaven and the dan, the humanity, the asuras fighting like madness, the hell and the weeping, the evil spirits and the demon waiting in secret, the beasts are stupid and savage.

Sixth knife!

Magic knife!

Those who are hit by this blow will all enter reincarnation.

Zen Master Zi Nie fell to the ground and couldn't fight anymore, and the other three elders were locked in by the aura and couldn't escape the battle.

At this critical moment, I only listened to a soft drink, as if coming from the horizon.

"Sumi God Palm!"

boom!!!

Earth quake!

For a while, the people of Qinzhou only felt that the sunny day had turned dark, and they looked up.

Above the nine heavens, the Bodhisattva pressed his palm.

The palm of the hand is overwhelming thousands of miles.

The six paths revolve endlessly, but after all, they will not be allowed to stand in the world. A majestic four-sided high mountain, like a dark cloud covering the sky, will disperse the reincarnation.

Qiongda Sulang fell out of the void, lying on the ground like an overwhelmed old turtle.

The sky and spectacle disappeared in a flash, like a dream, but the people of the city knelt down and cried out for mercy.

When the sun shines again on the earth, all the dust settles.

The monks of the King Kong Sect were all lying on the ground, unable to move, as if a mountain was pressed on their backs.

Qiongda Sulang had a difficult tone, "Who is an expert, dare to show up!"

Xuan Shen stepped forward, lifted up the Central Plains monks who had come to the rescue, and helped to heal the wounds with the help of other essence.

Previously, Zen Master Zi Nie was entangled with a sword intent in his chest, so he could not stop the wound. Fortunately, the Sumi palm smashed the intent of the sword, Zen master tightened the muscles, the wounds naturally fit, and the blood flow stopped.

He stood up, squeezed his knuckles, looked at King Kongzong Ming Wang who was like a bereaved dog on the ground, grinned, walked up and picked it up, and slapped a few times. Yes! But if you dare to be disrespectful to the Luyuan Bodhisattva, this is totally wrong!"

The monks in the Central Plains chanted the Buddha's name together, imprisoning the lamas, and threw them on the high platform of the temple.

Sanjay and others have been rescued and are embracing and weeping at this time.

Facing the masses of the people of Qinzhou, Monk Xuanshen counted the sins of the monks one by one, and said that the Bodhisattva Deer Yuan was compassionate and immeasurable, and taught everyone not to blindly follow the outside world and be committed to orthodoxy.

Everyone in the audience will be suspicious, but they are afraid of the martial arts of this group of monks, and they dare not speak out against it.

After some preaching, the bald donkey was cruel and abolished all the martial arts of the lamas, and then cut off the limbs of the lama involved and hung it on the wall.

Qiongda Sulang hissed and shouted: "You are all dead! You are dead! You are the enemy of the entire snowy territory! When my King Kong Sect fires up soldiers, I will rush into the Central Plains and destroy you one by one! Wait for death. Right!"

Young Sanjie rushed up and pointed at the lama’s nose and cursed: "You thieves! Hugh will have a great dream of Spring and Autumn! When the Great Bodhisattva Luyuan spreads the pure land across this plateau, you will be pointed out by thousands of people! Your evil deeds will end. Will be revealed! This day is not far away!"

After the young man had finished cursing, he ignored the clamor of the Vajra Sect and turned to worship the monks in the Central Plains, "Sang Jie, the villain, would like to travel all over the snowy area and spread the glory of the Bodhisattva. Please masters!"

Monk Xuan Shen stepped forward and helped this high-spirited man, "If you can show this heart, you are one step closer to the Bodhisattva." The monks all smiled and nodded, applauding.

"This time, all of you brothers come to help. The big thing is done, so please go back. I want to join this little brother to let this vast land preach the name of the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."

"Goodness! Great goodness!"

The monks roared freely, Shi Shiran rushed to the east, where, a round of sun rose high, golden light shining through the world.

Chapter One Hundred Twelve

Early in the morning, Lu Zhengkang sat on the bed holding a book of "The Book of Changes" and read it with gusto. Recently, he has been very interested in numeracy, mainly because of his curiosity about destiny and reincarnation.

Fengshui, physiognomy, character measurement, and fortune-telling are always labeled as liars, but Lu Zhengkang understands that these metaphysical knowledge has practicality, at least in the Taiwu world, these are all useful.

Now he is laying the foundation and learning some theoretical things to kill time.

However, the arithmetic is a comprehensive knowledge after all. Without practice, it is difficult to have true knowledge. After that, you still have to travel thousands of miles to verify the gains.

It's November now, and there is a little snow falling outside, bit by bit on the window lattice, the snow puff hits the window paper, making a rustling whisper, there is a small copper stove in the room, put it in front of the bed, and burn it. The charcoal, the warm and melting heat steaming, shines on the face, like the scorching wind in summer.

The oil lamp on the bedside wafted out the scent of various spices and oils, which made people drool. Lu Zhengkang was a little annoyed by the smell. He took the clamp to extinguish the flame. Anyway, he could read the text in the book even in the dark.

At noon, a monk came to deliver a meal, a large bowl of noodles, Lu Zhengkang ate on the desk, opened the window, and served the meal with the snow scene.

Generally monks do not eat after lunch and eat two meals a day, but martial arts practitioners eat less than six or seven meals a day, because they consume too much energy. Fortunately, after reaching the realm of heaven and earth sympathy, they can grab the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish themselves. , The demand for food has been reduced a lot, and Lu Zhengkang can directly draw on the upper edge to supplement himself. If he does not eat, he is hungry.

You can bigu, but there is no need to starve yourself.

It's freezing cold, eating so that the belly is round, and sweating all over is the real enjoyment.

After the meal, the monk took away the bowls and chopsticks, and Lu Zhengkang went out for a walk to digest.

After receiving the wonderful picture, he has ceased to be so eye-catching, and now he walks quietly, and even the low-minded monks and pilgrims of martial arts can't find him, and he is very clean compared to before.

Slowly walking around the halls, the smell of incense lingers on the tip of the nose, the brick pillars and beams seem to be soaked in the smell of smoke, in the definite sound of Buddha horns and wooden fish, the mist is intertwined, giving the ancient temple a cloud. There is a solemn shadow.

Lu Zhengkang actually doesn't like temples. He didn't like temples before, and now there is no recognition.

But this thought is not enough to affect his mood. The fact is that he is now living in a temple and is regarded as a leader by the native residents here, that is, monks.

He does not resist all the results of chance and coincidence. If life is a game, he is devoted to his role.