coobybook Chapter 282: Shanyuan Monk
Chapter 282: Shanyuan Monk
Compared with the sects, these Buddhist sects undoubtedly have a greater impact on the dynasty.
The reason why the dynasty is so powerful is its huge population and constant supply of talent, which is its advantage.
But once the so-called Buddhism intervened and started to advocate equality for all beings, it was undoubtedly a huge blow to the imperial power.
"I haven't met them yet, and I don't know how strong they are or what kind of practice they are doing. I can't make a judgment for now." Ji Wuming said after pondering for a while.
It is true that Ji Wuming is a scoundrel, but that doesn't mean he is brainless.
It is obvious that China has entered a period of turmoil today. The last time such a period occurred was when the Zixiao Patriarch founded the sect.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Qitian frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with Ji Wuming's words. Just as he was about to say something, a golden light accompanied by a cry of "Amitabha" resounded throughout the Zixiao Sword Sect.
Ji Wuming's face changed and he disappeared from the spot the next moment.
Zhou Qitian pondered for a while and followed him out.
But at this moment, above the Zixiao Sword Sect, there was a monk radiating golden light standing in the air. The monk had his hands clasped together, and behind him was a huge swastika symbol that was dozens of feet long.
On the ground in front of him, Qingxuzi was lying on the ground in a mess. There was a crack on the long sword in his hand, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Ji Wuming looked at this scene with a cold expression. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the monk. The pressure emanating from the monk made Ji Wuming raise his eyebrows. Then he said in a cold voice: "Who are you!"
"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Shanyuan. I am passing through this precious land and have come here to spread the Buddha's teachings." Shanyuan clasped his hands together and spoke in a low voice.
He looks like a harmless person.
But seeing Qingxuzi's miserable appearance, one could tell that this monk Shanyuan was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Sword cultivators are representatives of powerful attacking abilities, and Qingxuzi is now the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect. Needless to say, his strength is naturally high, although his cultivation is only at the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
But with the sword cultivator's powerful attack power, even if someone in the early stage of refining emptiness comes, he can fight with him.
Now, after just one encounter, he was defeated by the monk Shanyuan, and even his own long sword had cracks.
"Are you the so-called Buddhist? What does this mean? Are you here to cause trouble in my Zixiao Sword Sect?" Ji Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice.
Monk Shanyuan smiled slightly and said, "All beings are equal. I just want to give you donors an alternative. The Buddha's Dharma is the wonderful sound of the world. Anyone who is fortunate enough to listen to it will be blessed with supreme happiness."
"You are the wonderful sounds in the world, then what are we, dregs?" Ji Wuming sneered.
"I think it's obvious, and why don't you let them choose for themselves? I think everyone has made up their minds about who is strong and who is weak." Shanyuan still had a faint smile on his face.
"Arrogant!" Ji Wuming snorted coldly and raised his sword to kill.
The majestic sword energy suddenly gushed out, and thousands of golden sword energies condensed around his body in an instant, heading towards Shanyuan.
It looked like a torrent.
Zhou Qitian looked at this scene with his eyes slightly condensed. He sensed a dangerous aura and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the sword cultivator's powerful attack power was really terrifying!
"Amitabha!" Shanyuan chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, a string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand, and he threw it out the next moment.
In an instant, the Buddhist beads burst into golden light, and a whispering sound rang in everyone's ears, as if someone was chanting scriptures.
The next moment, a figure emerged from the Buddhist beads and slapped out with one palm. The sword shadow condensed by Ji Wuming instantly turned into ashes.
Ji Wuming was also shaken back, and the knuckles holding the sword were cracked. He could feel that this was not the power of Monk Shanyuan, but the power of the Buddhist beads themselves.
Ji Wuming was very surprised. Although there were many magical weapons in the world, all of them were extremely powerful, the Zixiao Sword was one of them.
However, even the Zixiao Sword cannot achieve this level. The power of a magic weapon still depends on the strength of the user.
But this Buddhist rosary is different, there is always a trace of great power lingering on it.
"I think the donor has also seen that this is not the power of this poor monk himself, but the great power of my Buddha injected into it. This object has such great power because it has been consecrated. Anyone who has a connection with the Buddha can obtain this object." Shanyuan explained kindly.
Ji Wuming looked at the disciples below.
This explanation seemed to be spoken to himself, but in fact it was spoken to these disciples.
Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, many disciples were already tempted. Just relying on a string of Buddhist beads to repel Ji Wuming, such power was really exciting.
Shanyuan looked at this scene with a disdainful smile on his lips. Shenzhou is really like this, a group of people who are conservative and are waiting for the teachings of Buddha.
Ji Wuming turned around and looked at the Buddha's shadow. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the Buddha's shadow seemed to be more solid than before.
"I am passing by here today, and I feel destined to meet you all. I welcome you all to join Buddhism and practice more advanced methods." Shanyuan spoke again.
"What you mean is that the methods we cultivators practice are not as good as your Buddhist methods?" Zhou Qitian's cold voice sounded.
The Great Zhou and the Zixiao Sword Sect are allies.
More importantly, he couldn't just stand by and watch Buddhism act so unscrupulously. If this continued, it would be his Great Zhou's turn sooner or later.
"Isn't it...?" Shanyuan smiled faintly and waved his hand, and Sanskrit sounds came out from the Buddha's shadow.
The next moment, those Sanskrit sounds turned into entities and continued to fall from the air, and a captivating feeling suddenly emerged.
Ji Wuming and Zhou Qitian's faces changed at the same time, and they attacked together. Two rays of spiritual light shot up into the sky and turned into a light curtain, trying to stop the Sanskrit sounds.
But the moment the two touched, Ji Wuming and Zhou Qitian both groaned, their hearts and minds shocked.
Such a big commotion naturally attracted a lot of people. These people originally wanted to visit Zixiao Sword Sect, or had just left not long ago.
Seeing this scene, everyone's expression changed slightly.
Shanyuan looked around with a smile on his face. This was the effect he wanted. There was no better publicity than a satisfying crushing victory!
Click, click, click...
The sound of shattering was heard one after another, and cracks appeared on the light screen maintained by the two people. It was completely shattered in a short while.
I could only watch the Buddhist chants fall.
But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.
Everyone seemed to hear a heartbeat at this moment.
The entire Zixiao Sword Sect seemed to have pressed the pause button at this moment, and the falling golden Sanskrit sound stopped in mid-air.
Then, two beams of light, one black and one white, shot up into the sky from the back mountain of Zixiao Sword Sect, like two blue dragons roaring towards them.