Chapter 661: Fu Mo Plot

Of all the Dao lineages in the world, Li Li Ximing hated the North Buddhism the most. The affairs of his predecessors Li Li Xuanling and Li Li Tongya had been repeated hundreds of times in the mouth of his grandfather Li Brother Xuan Brother Xuan, and there was still a knot in his heart. Li Li Xuanfeng also died under the siege of the Buddhist cultivators, and even Li Li Xijun almost died in the hands of the Buddhist cultivators...

It was the same during the battle of Shuiling in the North and South. He had just cultivated for a while, and the Buddhist cultivators were in a hurry to come to the door:

"That time, my family was almost killed, and now what are you going to do!"

The appearance of Master Kongheng being unable to move under the white light of the old monk was so similar to the situation that day! "Wei Li is the prosperous age of Mingyang, and it was overturned by the Northern Buddhist barbarians. It involves the Golden Core and the World Honored One, and from then on, the fate is linked, becoming a natural principle. Where Mingyang prospers, the Dharma Master follows..."

Li Li Ximing naturally knew why this was, but he still couldn't stop the hatred in his heart. He raised the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" and smashed it down.

Fu Xia was caught off guard and ate a meal of bright light, but his face turned black. He raised one hand and supported this majestic bright pass. The hot white bricks burned the copper hand red and bright. The old monk saw it at a glance and said coldly:

"Sure enough, it is the path of Mingyang's hierarchy and etiquette!"

After he said this, Master Kongheng also had a chance to breathe. He condensed the scattered golden chains again. The six-armed Jin Gang behind him glared, and many golden chains locked towards Fu Xia at the same time. Only then did he have the strength to catch his breath.

He took the opportunity to regulate his breathing, while Li Li Ximing smashed down. It was like hitting a cold and hard stone. His chest was stuffy, and he felt nauseous, almost spraying blood.

"Good bald donkey!"

This Fu Xia didn't seem to care. Both hands had already supported it. One punch shook this immortal foundation, his eyes narrowed slightly, recognized it for a moment, and secretly said: "This is Li Li Ximing!"

Kong Heng finally had the opportunity to speak, using his magic power to condense the scattered chains back together. He had just been beaten black and blue by that white light, and his voice was slightly hoarse, yet he maintained his calm composure throughout, saying softly, "Old Senior! You say that suffering leads to becoming a World-Honored One, but the temple tenants toil all year round—have they truly become World-Honored Ones? And which World-Honored One have they become! With neither the karmic affinity for cultivation nor the innate wisdom of past lives, relying solely on suffering and chanting names to attain the Dao, tens of thousands have died of hunger and exhaustion... Yet I have never seen in any scripture that any World-Honored One has attained enlightenment through suffering, compassion, or chanting the name of Maha!"

"In the land of Yan and Zhao, the current Buddhist land, isn't it a huge lie!"

Although this sound was light, it was also blessed with the magic power of shaking the deaf, which stunned Fu Xia, and he was shocked in place, unable to move at all.

Li Li Ximing saw the opportunity, his eyes floated with heavenly light, the bright pass was built with white bricks, the battlements were exquisite, and the seventy-two ridges on the corner tower were all bright, like a heavenly gate, and the white gate feet had many patterns, and the bright light was dazzling.

Fu Xia was arrogant, only supporting the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" with one hand, but this bright pass had always been famous for grinding and suppression. Li Li Ximing's cultivation method was brilliant, and he even cultivated two secret methods. Now he used all his strength to urge it, and it was like a sun rising on Wangyue Lake.

"Boom!"

In a roar, Fu Xia supported with both hands, resisted this pass, and was submerged in the vast heavenly light. The bright light reflected from him pierced into the lake, evaporating the lake water and rising countless white steam.

"Clang..."

The golden chains on Master Kongheng's body flew out, densely covering the monk, and more golden chains were born out of thin air, pulling on him, and a piece of sparks exploded in the white light. The cultivators on the lake fled one after another, looking for arrays to save their lives everywhere.

Only the old monk's voice, like rolling thunder, flew out from under the pass, shocked and angry, close to roaring: "You... actually doubt the fundamental law of my orthodox religion! You actually doubt the fundamental law of my orthodox religion!"

The monk under the pass had turned into a bright golden statue, his eyes were unusually large, the white part was like jade, the pupils were like copper, making people feel terrified, his body became huge bit by bit, gnashing his teeth, and his arms exerted force.

"Boom!"

Li Li Ximing only felt that his magic power was decreasing like a whale swallowing, and the Jinyang Huangyuan Pass was also shaking. He had cultivated for so many years, and rarely considered the problem of magic power in fighting. He had always been unable to replenish it. At this moment, he became ruthless, took two pills, and muttered:

"Come, come, come!"

Although Master Kongheng argued with him, his magic spells were not polite at all. Taking advantage of him being pressed by the pass, the golden chains overlapped, all winding towards him, and more golden chains were born out of thin air, pulling on him.

Fu Xia didn't care at all, staring at Master Kongheng blankly, gnashing his teeth:

"How did your master teach you! These people cannot cultivate, they suffer and cultivate all their lives, of course they went to the Buddhist land of Jinlian Mohe... just enjoy extreme happiness!"

Master Kongheng showed an extremely complex expression, and for a while, he couldn't answer him. Li Li Ximing felt suffocated, and scolded: "This extreme happiness is so good! Why don't you go and enjoy it! Still staying in this world! The temple tenants are so good, why are you still cultivating?"

Fu Xia sneered, the bright light was brilliant, and his face could no longer be seen, only hearing him shout loudly: "You don't know that I was a temple tenant when I was young?! My ancestors and ancestors were all temple tenants, and I went to the Buddhist land early. In the past, the 【Wrathful Four Demon Emperor Brake】 had not been destroyed... I had also seen my predecessors... Now they have all been killed by you demons!"

"As for why I didn't go to extreme happiness... Evil path, how can you know the ambition of my generation? If my generation of practitioners find that they have wisdom roots, it is the World Honored One's order, and they cannot go to the Buddhist land to enjoy happiness like mortals. They have to cultivate and stay in this mortal world to suffer, just to prevent you demons and evil paths from invading the Buddhist land!"

Li Li Ximing was stunned, and couldn't tell whether he was lying or telling the truth. He turned to look at Master Kongheng, but found that the monk had his eyes closed, chanting scriptures in his mouth, only caring about chanting scriptures and casting spells, and didn't answer him at all!

'This... ancient Buddhist orthodox famous sect, actually couldn't argue with him! Master Kongheng often measures others by his own heart, still too honest...'

Li Li Ximing didn't know that Master Kongheng was panicked in his heart, and this was still in the middle of fighting. If it weren't for this, he would have been sweating profusely.

Master Kongheng's Dao lineage was extraordinary. Although the Liaohua Temple of the North World Honored One was down, it was a place for the World Honored One to cultivate. Its status in the desert was not low. When his master was alive, let alone Eyed Lianmin... he had dealings with Jinlian Mohe.

Master Kongheng himself had entered the Pure Land, where the treasure pool was brilliant, glazed as steps, lotus flower car covers, thousands of birds and beasts, and tens of millions of people were happy. He could go out to travel when he was summoned... He was young at that time, deeply shocked, and even secretly doubted his own Dao lineage.

'I have had the heart-to-heart ability since I was young, and can perceive the feelings of others. Those people were all happy in their hearts... Fu Xia is also wholeheartedly pious... This...'

The Liaohua Temple collapsed, and Master Kongheng traveled south all the way, seeing the hundreds of thousands of tragedies in the land of Yan and Zhao. Only then did he have some feelings about his master's Buddhist law, but Fu Xia's words undoubtedly turned over the uneasiness in his heart, knotted in his chest, and unspeakable.

'They are just too absolute and overbearing in their actions... If the methods of the seven paths all have the constraints of the Great Mu Dharma Realm and the Precepts Dao...'

The Great Mu Dharma Realm and the Precepts Dao do not cultivate extreme happiness in their bellies, but adopt the method of Dharma light conversion. Often chanting scriptures and explaining texts, when the people's merits are complete and their hearts are yearning, they are willing to take people into them one by one, so they are called orthodox paths.

It is the remaining five paths that often do not ask the people, and take them into their bellies. It looks extremely cruel. Master Kongheng had some doubts about this. If it weren't for this, he would have been shaken...

"Master Kongheng!"

Li Li Ximing shouted, and suddenly pulled the fine-eyed monk back to reality. The golden chain in his hand had been pulled straight, and the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" was also shaking.

Master Kongheng was withered, but Li Li Ximing had more thoughts.

Li Li Ximing knew his strength very well. It was hard to say about fighting, but the grinding and suppression under this bright pass was not a joke. He urged it with all his strength, and the direct line of the three sects had to drink a pot.

Even if Li Li Qinghong fought with him, the best way was not to enter his pass, let alone a Master Kongheng beside him? This monk's Buddhist law was never a simple method! "I can join forces, like this, being pressed under it upright, and being entangled by countless Buddhist law golden chains, which Foundation Establishment can withstand?"

The pass in his hand was urged to the limit, but the old bald donkey didn't move at all. Although he was burned red and hot by the bright light, he supported the bright pass and let it burn, as if he was suffering and cultivating.

Li Li Ximing's magic power surged, and his voice flew into Master Kongheng's ears:

"Dharma Master... this bald donkey is so powerful... can you see one or two!"

Master Kongheng muttered, and transmitted his voice with a secret method:

"I'm afraid it's the previous Eyed Lianmin. The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe fell, and this thing no longer has supernatural powers to borrow, only this Compassionate Dharma body remains..."

"Compassionate Dharma body!"

Li Li Ximing had thought of this possibility, and now that the news was truly transmitted, he was still shocked.

No matter what, the Compassionate Dharma body was not something that Foundation Establishment could compare to. Although it had lost its supernatural powers, how could it be suppressed by ordinary methods? I'm afraid this person was still thinking about his own cultivation, otherwise he would have overturned the bright pass and hit him with a stick!

The two paused, and Fu Xia had already spat out his breath, turning into a golden light, his voice low:

"Master Kongheng! Wake up! Your wisdom roots are unmatched, why bother to mistake yourself! I was unmoved by your suppression, just to persuade you a few more words!"

His whole body of golden light rushed to the sky, and the golden chain on his body had been wrapped into a golden ball. The old monk was not afraid at all, his five fingers pinched into a lotus shape, and a pink breath sprayed out of his mouth, shouting:

"Go!"

The dark yellow cassock on his body suddenly came alive, like a piece of rice paper rolled by a strong wind, turned twice, and the monk disappeared from under the pass. The golden light rippled, making the eyes of the two lose their color.

"Finished!"

Master Kongheng also cultivated Buddhist law, and it was easy to deal with this magic spell. His eyes brightened and he recovered. The six-armed Jin Gang behind him stood out, temporarily restraining the long stick that swept over in the air. The two collided with a piece of light, causing him to cough up some blood.

Master Kongheng looked around, and a tiger with black patterns was pressed under the bright and white city gate.

This tiger had a strong posture, its fur was dark yellow, its patterns were as black as ink, its eyebrows were white, its two pupils were copper-colored like Fu Xia, and it had a short black horn on its forehead, emitting bursts of mysterious light.

"Horned Tiger..."

Master Kongheng's face turned pale, his voice had a few more helplessness and bitterness, and he said quietly: "The senior is also a protector in the North Demon Subduing Temple... Now the Dao lineage is in danger, guarding the mountain gate to teach the people, why bother to come here for ten thousand miles... If something happens, what should the Abbot Abbot Fuyan do!"

The old monk's stubbornness was abnormal, and he didn't answer his words at all. He put his hands together and pressed them on his chest, his upper body naked and shining, first bowing to the North, his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "The old monk since I came to this demon land, I never thought about going back. I have three treasures to give to the Dharma Master."

"【Brother Xuan Xia Tiger Pattern Cassock】, transformed by the Horned Tiger, is miraculous, can be transformed into a fierce tiger to drive, can swallow all things, ordinary practitioners cannot be enemies."

"【Wonderful White True Jade Demon Subduing Stick】, is a treasure, subduing demons and eliminating demons countless times, mysterious evil rushing to the sky, one stick can open mountains and break rivers, the demons killed dare not complain."

Master Kongheng frowned, the five-colored light on his face kept flowing, and said softly:

"This is the North Demon Subduing Dao lineage, Master Kongheng cannot take it."

This old monk was stubborn, and didn't take his words at all. He put his hands together on his chest, his upper body naked and shining, first bowed to the North, his eyes closed, and said in a deep voice: "The third is 【North Demon Subduing Temple Protector Glazed Relic】."

This sentence finally moved Master Kongheng. Master Kongheng stepped forward, opened his mouth to persuade, but no matter how fast he was, he was not as fast as Eyed Lianmin.

As soon as Fu Xia's words fell, a piece of glazed light that reached the sky rose, rushing directly into the sky. Countless lotus flowers bloomed on the lake, and pink petals mixed with various glazed colors smashed down, all around were brilliant light and infinite clouds.

Master Kongheng was submerged in these countless lights in an instant. Fu Xia was a veteran Eyed Lianmin. Once he sat down, scriptures sounded, the fire house prison was broken, and the ground was full of gold and red.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

But the Pure Land that should have come to meet him had long disappeared, and all the brilliance and colors gathered and condensed, all staying on that one glazed relic.

No matter how gorgeous these illusions were, no matter how brilliant the light was, it was only for a moment. Before it fully bloomed, it returned to this relic like a long whale swallowing water, without leaving half a trace.

The colors of heaven and earth converged, leaving only one relic in front of Master Kongheng.

The lake was even quieter.

This relic was the size of a finger, floating in mid-air, clean and crystal clear, surrounded by several circles of colorful light, forming various illusions, and the lotus flowers on both sides emitted bursts of fragrant breath.

Master Kongheng looked at the relic in front of him quietly, took it into his palm and put it away, the black-red sunset draped over him, and the light on the lake was unusually dark.

Fu Xia's death was like the twelve Dharma Masters shot dead by Li Li Xuanfeng on the Great River. Except for the relic, it was just a rain of flowers and glaze, and some lotus flowers opened.

And the Pure Land that was willing to appear to meet Master Kongheng had no reaction when Fu Xia died, not even a little golden light or a bell sound. There was only a red hazy sunset in the sky.

Until Li Li Ximing drove the light over, only then did a little heavenly light drape over Master Kongheng. The fine-eyed monk woke up like a dream, the five-colored light flowing on his face retreated, and the infinite light also dimmed.

He returned to his original gentle and polite appearance, his expression somewhat dim, and said warmly: "I have caused trouble for Li Ximing."

"Where is this!"

The Jinyang Huangyuan Pass gathered heavenly light, and the cultivators around couldn't see clearly. Only Li Li Ximing saw it clearly on the side, his expression complex, full of emotion, and said in a low voice: "Is the Dharma Master okay now."

"No major hindrance."

Master Kongheng answered seriously, holding the cassock and long stick in his hand, and said softly: