Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Huishi didn't want to kneel.

In fact, he had wanted to leave Lotus Temple for a long time, but he had no chance before.

After seeing Cui Heng's strength, he realized that this might be the only chance in his life, and he must follow him.

But facing the powerful pressure of Zen Master Dekong, Hui Shi's body was out of control.

You can only kneel down and worship.

The innate great master has an absolute suppression on those who have not broken the profound entrance.

No need to do anything, just stand there, and the opponent can involuntarily give up resistance.

This is the situation that the monk Hui Shi is facing now.

However, although his body succumbed, his mind did not.

"What's wrong with Lord Xianzun?" Monk Hui Shi raised his head to look at Chan Master Dekong, and said solemnly, "Would you please come to take his life in person?"

"Nie Barrier, don't you even want to call a master now?" Chan Master Dekong gave a low voice, and King Kong glared angrily, "Then the county magistrate Cui poured you some ecstasy soup to make you turn your back on your master and forget about being a master. Upbringing?"

"The grace of nurture?" Huishi heard his face full of anger and sneered, "Does the Zen master really think that I know nothing about my background and how I worshipped the Lotus Temple?"

"So you already know it." Chan Master Dekong looked suddenly enlightened, smiled and said, "Amitabha, since you know it, you should feel that you have a deep connection with Buddhism.

"Twenty-eight years ago, your whole family was destroyed. If the old man saw that you were still in a baby and your bones were strong, and he showed mercy and brought you into the temple to raise and teach you, you would have already become the food of the wild beasts."

"Then why was my family destroyed?" Huishi's anger rose, and he stood up under the pressure of momentum, gritted his teeth and said, "My father was killed by you, my mother did not want to be humiliated and jumped off a cliff to her death, you have the face to say that you are Show mercy?"

"Amitabha!" Chan Master Dekong folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, showing a merciful demeanor, and said lightly, "Your father Chen Peng has led the army to conquer the northern barbarians for a long time, which has shaken the country's capital, and the people of the world cannot live well.

"When the Great Jin Dynasty was first established, there were thirteen prefectures in the world!" Monk Huishi asked, "But thirty years ago, there were only ten prefectures left, and the horse-grazing land in the three northern prefectures fell into the hands of the northern barbarians.

"If my father hadn't led the army to conquer the northern barbarians and reclaimed Qingzhou, how could there be the eleven states of Dajin today, how could there be Qianfeng Mountain that could resist the northern barbarians, and how could there be Qingzhou pastures that could be used to cultivate cavalry!

"My father repelled the barbarians, restored the mountains and rivers, and made an indelible contribution to the tranquility of the northern part of the Jin Dynasty, so that the barbarians did not dare to go south to loot. What was the crime and the extreme evil?"

"Amitabha, Chen Peng has killed countless barbarians in the north with a benefactor, and the slaughter is monstrous." Zen Master Dekong did not change his face, smiled and said, "If you kill such wicked people, you will fall into the endless hell.

"Twenty-eight years ago, I was grateful to my teacher for his achievements, so I led someone to save him, let him go back to atone for his sins, and avoid endless misery. It is an act of kindness and kindness, and you should be thankful for being a teacher."

"Those barbarians go south to loot Jin every year, killing countless men on the northern frontier, but looting women is useless. Killing them is also a crime?" Huishi looked at Zen Master Dekong in disbelief, his whole body trembling with anger.

"My Buddha taught that all living beings are equal, and barbarians are all living beings, so killing them will naturally lead to murder." Master Dekong said with a natural expression, "Chen Pengju is indeed guilty of the benefactor, disciple, don't be obsessed."

"Okay, what a guilty one!" Hui Shi's face was ashen, and he shouted sharply, "Back then, my father had already hit Yunzhou, and he would be able to recover it immediately. Emperor Jianyan actually issued twelve imperial decrees to recall him to the capital!

"On the way back to Beijing, my father and mother were intercepted and killed by you. Isn't this a guilty conscience of a thief, or a deliberate murder? Ask yourself, is my father really guilty?"

"Maybe there is." Dekong Zen master smiled and said, "It has been twenty-eight years since things have passed, and you are still so persistent, disciple, you are really obsessed."

"You, you, you!" Hui Shi was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Teacher, if you hate Emperor Jianyan of the Great Jin Dynasty for recalling your father, you can serve as a teacher for His Royal Highness King Yan." Master Dekong still smiled, "In the future, you will break through the imperial city of Zhongzhou, and as a teacher, I will let you He cut off the emperor's head with his own hands.

"Now, as long as you take advantage of that Juhe county magistrate's unpreparedness, put this packet of medicinal powder into his tea, and then cut off his head, as a teacher, you can forgive the past, and you can also present to His Royal Highness King Yan and tell you Great work."

"Bah!" Huishi spat directly, and sneered: "Old man, stop dreaming, the county magistrate is a man of gods, and a compassionate saint who truly wins the hearts of the people, you and that **** King Yan will surely die! "

"Amitabha, idiot!" Zen Master Dekong shook his head and sighed, raised his palm and patted the Tianling Gai of Monk Hui Shi.

At this moment, the originally quiet night sky suddenly brightened, and an extremely bright thunder light cut through the sky.

Immediately after—

Boom!

The earth-shattering thunder exploded.

Like the wrath of heaven.

The Great Grandmaster Xiantian had already communicated internally and externally, and was very sensitive to the outside world, and immediately felt the changes in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Zen Master Dekong's gray eyebrows wrinkled, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

So, he acted decisively to activate the innate energy in his whole body.

In an instant, a layer of golden Buddha light enveloped him, solemn and solemn, as if a Buddha had descended into the world.

"who is it?!"

Chan Master Dekong shouted sharply, feeling a little inexplicable panic in his heart.

"Meet the county magistrate!"

Huishi looked surprised and hurriedly saluted in one direction.

"Get up." Cui Heng walked out slowly in the darkness. He raised his hand to make Hui Shi stand up, looked at Zen Master Dekong again, and said with a chuckle, "I wonder what this great monk wants my head to do?"

At this time, he restrained the power of the golden elixir and released only subtle mana, but even so, Zen Master Dekong felt unfathomable, and the fear in his heart quickly grew.

"Are you the top of the interior scene?" Chan Master Dekong looked at Cui Heng with a look of fear, and said solemnly, "Since the donor is the top, you should know what will behind King Yan represents, why come to this muddy water?"

"I'm asking you, what do you want my head for?" Cui Heng approached slowly in the dark with a strange smile on his face.

"You..." Zen Master Dekong suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, "If Your Excellency doesn't want to say it, I don't ask for it, I will say goodbye first."

As he said that, the golden Buddha light in his whole body soared, and he was about to jump up and perform light work to leave here.

But just as he jumped up, he found that there seemed to be an invisible giant hand in the air, and it actually pinched him in the air!

At the same time, the Buddha's light that was condensed by the innate true qi mobilized from the heaven and the earth on his body was also crushed.

The whole person was lifted up in the air like a chicken.

"The realm of the gods?!" Chan Master Dekong was horrified~www.novelmt.com~ looked at Cui Heng in disbelief, "How is this possible?!"

Hui Shi, who was next to him, was stunned.

Although he had already seen Cui Heng's strength, and had seen Cui Heng use some bizarre methods, but this method of lifting people into the air and instantly squeezing the innate Buddha's light was also unheard of, which made him very shocked.

"Do you still want my head?" Cui Heng asked again as if he had transformed into a repeater.

"No, no more!" Chan Master Dekong shouted in panic, and he didn't look like a compassionate monk before.

"How can I do this, I'm ready, you can't do it." Cui Heng smiled.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and stroked his neck lightly. The head actually rolled down from his neck and landed in his left hand.

However, not a single drop of blood came out of his neck or head.

"..."

"..."

At this moment, both Hui Shi and Zen Master Dekong who was lifted up in the air were stunned, looking at Cui Heng as if he had seen a ghost, almost thinking he had hallucinations.

"Zen master, do you want my head?"

At this moment, the head that fell into Cui Heng's hands actually opened his mouth to speak, with that weird smile and tone, he slowly approached, "If you think it's too little, I have a lot more."

As he said that, another head suddenly grew out of his empty neck.

Perfect as before, smiling.

"You, you, me, you?!" Master Dekong's spirit almost collapsed, and the unprecedented fear made him incoherent and shouted hysterically.

"Don't come here, don't come here! Are you a human or a ghost?!"