Chapter 280

Li Tongya frowned and nodded. Minghui straightened his expression, stared at his face carefully, and said warmly:

"I studied under Maha and once had a demon object receive teachings under my master's seat. At that time, it was just a demon soldier."

"Master calculated the fate and learned that the demon object's Foundation Establishment opportunity was in the Xu Kingdom. He spent a lot of magic power and fate to calculate it for it and learned that it was in Bianyan Mountain in the Xu Kingdom, so he sent it to practice there to wait for the heavenly time."

Dharma Master Minghui shook the Zen staff in his hand, making a clanging sound, which echoed in the air like an eagle's cry. He opened his mouth and said:

"Later, I achieved the status of Dharma master. Master knew that the fate had arrived, so he sent me to Bianyan Mountain to take it as a spiritual beast mount. Who knew that the little monk walked for more than three years, only to find nothing!"

Li Tongya immediately understood. When he went to Bianyan Mountain to capture and kill the demon object years ago, the wolf demon kept saying that fate was coming. I am afraid this is what he was talking about. But how could Li Tongya be convinced by his empty words at that time? Naturally, he captured and killed it.

Knowing this in his heart, Li Tongya did not change his expression and said with a smile:

"Dharma master actually came to ask me? Maha calculated the fate, so it should be destined. Now that there is an error, either your master calculated the wrong number, or the demon object was restless and lost its life. Even if it is related to us, it is caused by fate. How can you come to ask me, this immortal cultivator?"

Minghui opened his lips and squeezed out a burst of laughter. Although he guessed that it was mostly related to the Li family, he was slightly helpless in his heart.

Bianyan Mountain had many Zifu battles interfering, and it was difficult to maintain the fabricated fate. Dharma Master Minghui originally wanted to see if he could blackmail Li Tongya, but he didn't expect this person to be eloquent, using his own spear to attack his own shield, making him speechless. He was angry, but had to smile:

"Benefactor's fate is set, and I shouldn't interfere. Wangyue Lake is a good place with clear wind and bright moon. If there is a great power of my sect reincarnating here, please take care of him."

Li Tongya had also heard of many methods of the Zen sect. Once the Maha Dharma image is achieved, one can preserve a bit of true spirit from being extinguished, generation after generation looking for a host to be reincarnated. The Zen sect calls it the path of reincarnation, proving Maha from the infant body, practicing generation after generation. It is truly evil.

Li Tongya tolerated him again and again, but he didn't want him to become more and more shameless, actually setting his sights on the younger generation of the Li family. He said coldly:

"We can't manage what you Zen sects play with in the north, generation after generation of reincarnation, but don't you dare set your sights on the younger generation of my family! If any Maha Dharma image dares to come and steal the bodies of my clan's disciples, even if I, Li Tongya, have to strangle this reincarnated holy child with my own hands, I will not let you act recklessly relying on the bodies of my clan's disciples!"

Minghui laughed and waved his hands repeatedly, replying:

"Benefactor has such a big temper. It was just a joke. My sect has never reincarnated in the south. Even if we happen to get it, we will not occupy the bodies of the immortal clans of the aristocratic families. It is a convention, not to mention that your noble family is a family of Sword Immortals, and we dare not offend."

Minghui spoke respectfully, but his expression and actions were very contemptuous. Li Tongya had no intention of talking to him more, so he just arched his hands and said in a low voice:

"Then let's part here!"

So he was too lazy to talk to him more and drove the wind back to the mountain.

Minghui nodded slightly, watching Li Tongya fall back to the mountain. He squinted and looked for a while, colorful light flowing in his eyes, staring straight at the crowd under the mountain. He stayed on Li Qinghong for a while and muttered:

"Thunder method... It seems to have a great origin with my Zen sect! This girl is born beautiful. Going back to be a maid who cleans and serves, holding the Dharma instruments, it is truly moving."

Minghui refined the Dharma instrument himself, which was a golden hall, all filled with handsome men and beautiful women, a place for him to practice alone. Now seeing Li Qinghong's heroic appearance, his heart was moved, and after thinking for a while, he thought to himself:

"The south is very chaotic now, and that Sword Immortal is far away in the southern border. If I cast the spell properly and kidnap this woman, who can say anything?"

His heart moved, and the Dharma formula was already pinched. He prepared to fall down and change his form to try to see if he could kidnap this woman. However, his spiritual machine jumped wildly in his heart. Dharma Master Minghui hesitated for a moment and thought:

"My heart is always anxious. After all, the Li family has the name of a Sword Immortal. It is better to pinch a wisp of fate to calculate. Although it takes more time and magic power, it saves me from capsizing in the gutter."

Dharma Master Minghui raised his finger, colorful light flashing in his hand, and stood with his eyes closed. After calculating for a while, he muttered:

"She is Li Tongya's direct granddaughter, which is a bit troublesome. I am afraid he will turn red-eyed and entangle with me endlessly... Harm! Cultivation at the second level of Qi Refining, good at spear technique..."

Minghui was concentrating on calculating when he suddenly paused, standing in the air like a sculpture. That fat face was stiff and dull. He had cultivated the body of no filth, and by reason, there should be no more tears and sweat. But at this moment, he trembled violently. Dense sweat beads appeared on his fat face. The translucent sweat beads grew larger and larger, rolling on his smooth skin.

Minghui widened his eyes, and the colorful light in his hand became more and more intense, floating in his hand like a star. But he had a crying face, not daring to move at all, feeling the rich danger that suffocated him. His legs were numb, and he was about to vomit blood.

"World Honored One is kind!! As long as this little monk pushes this finger down one more point and continues to calculate even one word, I will inevitably be wiped out! There will be no chance of survival!"

The spiritual machine in the dark indicated, constantly jumping in his mind, making Minghui's limbs tremble, and he cursed through gritted teeth:

"It is absolutely connected to some great power, at least a Golden Core cultivator! Damn it... such a desolate place, how could it be connected to such a great power? This is bad! Being wiped out is not just talk!"

Minghui had not yet achieved Maha, but Zen cultivators are proficient in the past and future. By reason, there is no problem with retaining the true spirit for reincarnation after death. But at this moment, he deeply understood that once this fate result was pushed out, he would be wiped out immediately, completely and thoroughly, without leaving any true spirit. Not to mention that he is a Dharma master, even Maha would turn into dust.

Minghui was sweating profusely, forcibly suppressing the magic in his hand. But this technique had reached halfway, and it was difficult to stop. He could only watch the colorful light in his hand become more and more intense, and his eyelids jumped straight for a time.

"Puff!"

Minghui had to reverse the Dharma formula and spit out a mouthful of blood, forcibly suppressing the magic in his hand. He freed a hand to pinch the formula, shaking out a golden hall. Inside were pavilions and towers, exquisite and good-looking, handsome men and beautiful women walking barefoot, shedding points of colorful light.

"Go!"

Minghui struggled to operate the Dharma instrument, using his palm as a knife to forcibly cut off the hand that was pinching the colorful Dharma formula. There was no blood or flesh inside his body, like a white, sticky dough, pulling out a thin dough tail.

Although the hand left the body, it was still controlled by him, still pinching the formula to suppress it. Dharma Master Minghui drove the golden hall, and the doors and windows of the hall opened together, absorbing bursts of golden light and clouds. The severed hand floated and merged into the hall.

"Hoo..."

Only then did Minghui let out a long breath, looking at the colorful light and severed hand suppressed in the Dharma instrument. With a struggle and a stretch, a hand was pulled out from the severed limb like dough, white, tender, dry, and clean.

"What is all this!"

Minghui shouted in grief and indignation.

(End of chapter)