Chapter 277: Demons wearing cassocks and reciting ancient scriptures in front of Buddha
The old monk's voice echoed in the temple, like the sound of a huge bell, which was quite thought-provoking and soul-shaking.
Li Daoxuan put his hands together and bowed, saying: "Master, in my eyes, the Bodhisattva is naturally majestic and compassionate, just like the bright day under the blue sky, the starry night and the bright moon. Let us look up to him!"
He lies without thinking, just speaks out loud.
When the old monk heard this, he sighed softly and said, "If your heart is not sincere, the Dharma will not work. Please go back, donor."
Li Daoxuan smiled and said, "Thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva, my wife was able to conceive a child. I came here to fulfill my wife's wish. Not only do I want to donate some merit money, I also want to build a golden body for the Bodhisattva to show my respect."
The old monk lowered his head and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Amitabha, you should wait until your wife gives birth to a child before fulfilling your vow."
While he was turning around, Li Daoxuan opened his third eye and quietly looked at the statue of Guanyin and the old monk.
What surprised him was that there was actually nothing wrong with the statue. Not only was there no demon possessed by any evil spirit, but it even emitted a faint golden light, which was the power of the incense.
Li Daoxuan had seen the statue of the Green-Robed Goddess. The statue of the Goddess had such a strong divine power, which was a hundred times brighter than the statue of Guanyin in front of him, like the sun. The abundant spiritual light could be seen from hundreds of feet away.
There is nothing wrong with this statue, except that the divine power from the incense burners on it does not seem to be that much, only a thin layer.
According to Li Daoxuan's understanding, although this Temple of Guanyin was built only five or six years ago, it is very effective and therefore has constant worship of incense all year round. It should not have only this much power.
When Li Daoxuan's gaze fell on the old monk, his pupils condensed slightly.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The truth about the Guanyin Temple appeared in his mind like a cloud of fog, and at the same time, anger burned in his heart.
What a great... Temple of Guanyin!
"Why don't you leave, benefactor?"
Seeing that Li Daoxuan was slow to move, the old monk began to urge him.
"No hurry, I want to ask the master a question first."
Li Daoxuan walked forward, playing with a folding fan in his hand, but his eyes were somewhat cold as he stared into the old monk's eyes.
"This temple is extremely effective, so there must be many high-ranking officials who are believers in the temple. If so, why hasn't this Bodhisattva been enthroned yet?"
The old monk lowered his eyebrows and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Li Daoxuan sneered and said, "Could it be that those high-ranking officials are all very stingy? I don't think so. Perhaps there is another possibility..."
Li Daoxuan's voice gradually became cold.
"That is, your temple only cares about pregnancy, not birth. They can get pregnant, but they may not be able to give birth!"
The old monk suddenly raised his head and stared at Li Daoxuan. The compassion disappeared completely, replaced by an almost evil look.
He stood up, closed the door of the Guanyin Temple, and locked the door latch.
"Donor, who are you?"
Li Daoxuan laughed loudly, his voice full of sarcasm.
"Why not Amitabha?"
"In fact, I am really curious about what it is like for a monster to wear a cassock, recite Buddhist scriptures, and worship Guanyin?"
After hearing what Li Daoxuan said, the old monk finally removed all his disguises. His body began to swell rapidly, breaking his cassock, revealing bronze muscles as strong as steel. His lines were smooth and clear, and his tendons were like dragons and snakes, full of power.
In just a breath of time, the old monk turned into a little giant who was more than ten feet tall and had muscles like a coiled dragon.
"Donor, you slander me like this. Do you know that the Vajra in front of the Buddha also has a furious look to subdue demons?"
His voice was like thunder, rumbling throughout the Guanyin Temple and causing dust to fall.
Li Daoxuan laughed loudly and said, "You are really a cooked duck, but you are still stubborn. Since you refuse to show your true form, I will beat you until you show your true form!"
After saying this, a palm-sized sword box flew out from his arms and floated in front of Li Daoxuan.
He tapped it lightly with his folding fan and said calmly, "Jian Yi, Chi Xiao !"
There was a clanging sound of a sword, and a red light flew out of the sword case. The sharp sword energy swept across the entire Guanyin Temple. The candle in front of the shrine suddenly went out, and then broke into dozens of pieces, with the cuts as smooth as mirrors.
Chi Xiao shot towards the old monk with a whoosh, like a rainbow piercing the sun, unstoppable.
The old monk didn't expect that Li Daoxuan's attack would be so fierce, and his flying sword technique was as fast as lightning, so he couldn't dodge it at all.
In a hurry, the old monk could only rely on his well-tempered demon body. He clasped his hands together and clamped the Chixiao sword with a bang, trying to subdue the flying sword with his bare hands.
clang!
The friction between the flying sword and his hands produced hot sparks. Under Li Daoxuan's control, the sword tip spun rapidly like a gyroscope. The red sword light cut through the old monk's flesh, and the sharp sword energy caused blood to splatter everywhere.
The old monk's face changed drastically, and fear appeared in his eyes.
When Li Daoxuan made his move just now, he saw that the other party was only at the Yin Shen realm, which was equivalent to himself, so he was not too worried. He even wanted to kill the other party in order to keep the secret of the Guanyin Temple.
But now he found out that he was totally wrong!
This red flying sword is so powerful, it must be a top-grade magic weapon!
Even his demonic body, which he was so proud of, could not directly challenge its brilliance.
At the critical moment, the old monk tilted his head.
whoosh!
The Chixiao Sword chopped off his left ear, then pierced through the roof of the Guanyin Temple and went straight into the blue sky.
A ray of blood-red setting sun shone through the hole in the roof onto the old monk, as if foreshadowing his upcoming fate.
escape!
With just one move, the old monk realized the huge gap between himself and his opponent. He had heard long ago that there are two types of people in Taoism who should not be provoked: one is the Taoist who knows thunder magic, and the other is the sword cultivator.
Sword cultivators are unparalleled in killing and have extremely decisive personalities. They hate evil and hate evil with a vengeance. If ordinary monsters encounter them, even if they surrender, it will be difficult to save their lives.
boom!
The muscles in the old monk's legs suddenly exploded and expanded several times. He stepped on the blue bricks and ran out of the temple like a prehistoric beast.
He didn't even go through the door, but ran towards the nearest wall, obviously trying to break it down and escape.
Li Daoxuan did not seem to want to pursue, but calmly tapped the sword case with his folding fan and said, "Sword Two, White Dragon."
Just as he finished speaking, a snow-white sword light flew out of the Longyin Sword Box and transformed into countless spider-web-like sword threads, which pierced deeply into the old monk's body, causing his running body to suddenly stop, and bright red blood continued to seep out along the sword threads.
The old monk let out a heart-wrenching scream, but did not dare to struggle at all, and his face was covered in sweat.
Under the setting sun, all the joints of his body were pierced by the white dragon sword threads. In the criss-crossing sword net, he was like a puppet or a mosquito on a spider web.
"You still don't show your true form?"
Li Daoxuan walked forward, the Dragon Roar Sword Box floating around him.
The old monk looked at the palm-sized sword box with fear in his eyes.
"You have only seen Sword One and Sword Two. In my sword box, there are Sword Nine at the highest. Each sword has a different function. For example, this White Dragon Sword can pick out all the bones in your body, making your so-called demon body unable to even stand up."
"Some can burn you to death, some can freeze your soul into ice. Oh, and there is also a sword. It has a very bad temper and likes to torture monsters, which means cutting them into pieces with a thousand knives. It will take 3,600 swords to kill you..."
Li Daoxuan continued to tell lies and intimidate the old monk.
In fact, there are only these two swords in his Dragon Roar Sword Box.
After hearing what Li Daoxuan said, the old monk was terrified to the extreme. Even if he died, he would not want to endure this kind of torture.
"Sword Immortal, please spare my life! Sword Immortal, please spare my life!"
"I will show my true form!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body gradually changed. His cheeks became longer and darker, black hair grew on his body, and four legs appeared. He turned out to be a... horse demon.
Li Daoxuan walked forward and looked at him coldly.
"So, it's not Guanyin who brings the baby, but you, the horse demon."
"Those women are not pregnant with their husbands' children...but yours!"
