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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon Chapter 602: Living Buddha

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    Chapter 602 Living Buddha

    A young lama stood up, with fine features and beautiful eyes. He performed the tithe and said politely: "I wonder what the name of Donor Fan is?  Master and others want to see the unique knowledge of the Central Plains, and don't want to take action easily and cause too many consequences."

    Old Man Fan¡¯s face suddenly turned red, and his eyes were as bright as torches.

    The young man in green shirt stood up and laughed loudly: "Senior Fan is known as the Divine Sword of the South China Sea. He is the best master in the South China Sea. Haven't you heard of it, my little master?!"

    The young lama lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned around and whispered a few words to another young lama. They all had good cultivation and their hearing was far better than ordinary people. They could hear the sounds but couldn't understand the words.

    After chirping for a few words, the young lama shook his head: "Okay, the young monk has heard of the name of the Divine Sword of the South China Sea, and we can fight."

    Old Man Fan¡¯s face turned livid, his eyes were like spitting fire, he trembled and laughed, and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist: "Please stop¡ª¡ª!"

    This sword flashes with cold light. It is a bit longer and narrower than an ordinary sword. It shines with cold light like a poisonous snake, making people feel chilled inexplicably.

    He sneered, the tip of his sword trembled, and pointed at the twenty lamas opposite: "Which master will give you advice?!"

    A chubby old lama stood up, his loose robes were tight on his body, and the fat on his body looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

    He walked forward slowly, but his feet were as light as a feather.

    He had a smile on his face, his complexion was a healthy red, and he looked very energetic. He stopped three feet away, titheed, and chanted the Buddha's name.

    "Master, please¡ª!" Old Man Fan sneered, taking a step forward, and stabbed out with a sword, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, hard and fast.

    The old lama smiled, stretched out his big white hand that looked like a steamed bun, slowly made a handprint, and pointed his index finger towards Old Man Fan.

    "Hi¡ª¡ª!" A light whistle sounded, like a hidden weapon breaking through the air.

    There was a crisp sound of "dang", and the long sword swung away. Old Man Fan took three steps back with a thud, his face turned red and his body swayed as if he was drunk.

    This time, people saw the difference, frowned at Old Man Fan, and secretly worried about him.

    The old lama pronounced the Buddha's name and looked at him with a smile.

    Old Man Fan used the sword technique twice, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted his breathing for a moment. His face returned to normal, his eyes were bright, and his energy was restored. He said in a deep voice: "Master, you have such profound inner strength, come again!"

    The old lama waved his chubby hand and said a series of words.

    Old man Fan frowned and turned to look at the young lama under the apricot tree.

    The young lama clasped his palms together and said solemnly: "Donor Fan, Rinpoche Bengzhe said that there is no need to compete anymore, the benefactor is no opponent."

    "Fart!" Old Man Fan was furious and snorted coldly: "How do you know? His attack just now was purely a sneak attack. I just caught him off guard. Come again!"

    "Okay!" The young lama turned to His Holiness Benggye and chirped a few words.

    His Holiness Bengzhe turned to look at Old Man Fan, smiled, nodded, and waved with his fat white hand.

    "Take the move!" Old Man Fan swung his long sword, thrust out at an angle, and was in front of His Holiness Bengzhe in an instant. The tip of the sword trembled, like a snake probing its head, aiming at several acupuncture points at the same time.

    Even if the opponent dodges in one place, it can still stab somewhere else, just like several people attacking at the same time, with infinite power.

    This trick of the snake nodding was his secret skill. At this time, he also knew that the odds were stacked against him and he was no match for this old fat lama.

    However, even if you are defeated, you still have to show your own prestige. Otherwise, you will be too cowardly and lose face in front of the world, and your hard-earned prestige will be lost.

    His Holiness Bengzhe smiled and made another mudra with his fat white hands, facing forward a little.

    "Chi chi chi!" The three whistles were almost in no particular order. Their thick thumbs and index fingers pointed at the trembling sword tip at the same time.

    "Dang" the cold light flashed, rising into the air, and the long sword rolled in the air.

    The owner of the sword thumped and retreated about ten steps in one breath. The man in blue shirt and the young man in blue shirt reached out to support him.

    "Poof!" Old Man Fan had just stabilized his body when he suddenly shuddered and spurted out a blood arrow.

    ¡°Senior?!¡± the man in green shirt said anxiously.

    Old man Fan suddenly softened, closed his eyes, and fell into unconsciousness.

    "Senior! Senior!" The man in blue shirt was anxious.

    Suddenly, the gray robe and legs came into view, and a gentle voice came: "Donor, little monk, take a look!"

    When he looked up, he saw an ugly and young face, but with a gentle smile, it gave people a sense of peace.He hurriedly said: "Master Xu Zhu, I'm done!"

    Xu Zhu made a tithe, stretched out his wide sleeves, and checked the pulse of old man Fan, his expression became solemn, and he tapped a few fingers on his chest.

    "Master, Senior Fan, he?" The man in green shirt asked hurriedly, staring at Xu Zhu closely.

    Xu Zhu looked at him and hesitated to speak.

    "Is it heavy?" the man in green shirt asked quickly, his expression changed.

    Xu Zhu nodded slowly, with a heavy expression on his face: "Donor Fan is seriously injured, please don't move him."

    "What should we do?" the man in green shirt asked hurriedly.

    Xu Zhu took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and pulled out the stopper. Immediately the fragrance overflowed, and both the man in green shirt and the young man in blue shirt were refreshed.

    Pouring out a red pill, Xu Zhu cupped his hands into the shape of a crane's beak, tapped Old Man Fan's throat, and used his inner strength to induce him to swallow the pill.

    Xu Zhu laughed with a relaxed look on his face: "This is a small rejuvenation pill. It is very effective in treating internal injuries. Let Donor Fan recuperate for a few months and he will be fine."

    When they heard this name, the two young men suddenly changed. Shaolin's Great Return Pill is the supreme holy medicine. It is said that it can revive the dead, leaving flesh and bones, which is extremely strange.

    "However, it is said that Shaolin's Great Returning Pill has been lost because the medicinal materials are difficult to find and no longer exists in the world. Although Shaolin's Small Returning Pill is not as effective, it is also a sacred medicine of Shaolin and is rare to see.

    They really didn¡¯t expect that Xu Zhu would not hesitate to save him by repaying him with a small amount of pills after just a one-time relationship. Moreover, he had offended him.

    ¡°Master, I¡¯m kindhearted, I¡¯ll thank you for Senior Fan!¡± The two of them immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

    Xu Zhu stopped the two of them with his hands, and said with a smile: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can a young monk refuse to save someone?! The two benefactors must not be polite!"

    The two looked at him excitedly: "Master, I can't repay you for your great kindness!"

    Xu Zhu hurriedly waved his hands and said embarrassedly: "No need to say it, no need to say it, the two donors will take good care of him and nurse him back to peace of mind."

    "Yes, I will obey the Master's decree." The two responded.

    The young man in blue shirt was originally eager to avenge Mr. Fan, but now he has calmed down.

    The two of them bowed to Xu Zhu again, supported Old Man Fan, and left slowly as if their feet were not touching the ground. Everyone made way for a passage, with expressions of pity.

    None of the heroes in Xingzilin are vegetarians, and they quickly guessed what Mr. Fan was thinking.

    He saw how easily the head of the Murong family dealt with the two lamas, and felt that the rumors were inconsistent. He wanted to take advantage, or maybe he wanted to expose something.

    "I never thought that he would lose a handful of rice instead of stealing the chicken. Fortunately, the young monk was compassionate and saved his life. Otherwise, he might have passed through the gutter and fallen here."

    "The Divine Sword of the South China Sea is considered a first-rate master, but I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Wang Yuyan easily dealt with the two of them, lightly and without much effort, they were also suspicious and had other thoughts.

    Now, seeing the fate of the Divine Sword of the South China Sea, it fell down in a matter of seconds, they took a deep breath, it was indeed worthy of its reputation!

    They looked at Wang Yuyan and were surprised. They didn't expect that she had such profound martial arts at such a young age.

    Deng Baichuan took a step forward, cupped his fists and raised his hands, he laughed and said: "Is there any other hero who wants to go out and help our Murong family?"

    ???Everyone shrank back and shook their heads. Seeing how fierce the old lama was and how sharp his fingers were, none of them wanted to make themselves uncomfortable and embarrass themselves in front of their fellow martial artists.

    "Previously, when I saw the master easily defeating the two masters, I felt contemptuous and couldn't help but feel itchy Now I know the truth. It's not that the masters are not strong in martial arts, but that our master is too powerful, haha" Deng Baichuan  Laughed.

    Everyone laughed.

    "However, I have given up this idea now. I don't want to be embarrassed!  Ashamed, I can only trouble the head of the family to take action himself!" Deng Baichuan sighed.

    He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Which master is there to give me some advice?!"

    Another skinny old lama walked over slowly, holding a scimitar in his hand. The cold light shone like an autumn moon, and the cold air overflowed.

    The young lama from before titheed and said loudly: "This elder Suoga wants to learn about the weapons of the Murong family, please give me some advice!"

    Deng Baichuan turned his head, Wang Yuyan gently raised her head and slowly stretched out her right hand.

    "Okay, my master will accompany you!" Deng Baichuan shouted, took a few steps back, and stood behind Wang Yuyan.

    A maid in blue held a sword in front of her with both hands. Wang Yuyan grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. The clear cold light slowly expanded.

    A soft chant suddenly sounded, like the roar of cranes for nine days, it was clear and endless.

    ?The sword has been unsheathed and pointed diagonally at the ground. She took two steps forward, her white clothes fluttering: "Master, please give me some advice!"

    The old lama is as skinny as a bamboo pole, with deep-set eyes, like a skeleton, which is quite scary, but his eyes are soft, clear and bright, like the eyes of a baby.

    He raised the scimitar in front of his nose, grunted, then floated forward and cut it flatly.

    ??????????????????????????????????????: A wisp of light comes down, light and agile, it cuts flatly towards Wang Yuyan's graceful neck, as if she wants to kill her head with a knife.

    Wang Yuyanxiang moved her shoulders, and with a "ding" sound, the streamer was hit and immediately slid to the side.

    Everyone stared at Wang Yuyan, but she didn't realize how she came out of the sword. She saw her shoulders move, without seeing the sword light, no sword potential, and she was really amazing.

    The old lama stepped forward, and there was an endless stream of light on the left and a stream of light on the right, like butterflies dancing around her, gracefully and movingly.

    Wang Yuyan kept her feet motionless, and moved gracefully, pointing one finger to the left and the other to the right, as if making random gestures, without any aggressive momentum.

    But every time he swung his sword, he hit a stream of light and scattered it.

    In the blink of an eye, there were nearly a hundred moves. The old lama's movement was extremely fast and his moves were quick. Wang Yuyan's movements were graceful and slow, but they were also extremely fast.

    There was a crisp "ding" sound, the stream of light passed over people's heads, and the machete was embedded in an apricot tree.

    Wang Yuyan sheathed her long sword and threw it back. The maid in green stretched out the scabbard and stood it up. The long sword just fell into the sheath, making it tight and seamless.

    "Master, I accept the concession!" Wang Yuyan cupped her fists and said calmly.

    ¡°Okay¡ª¡ª!¡± Everyone cheered loudly, resounding throughout the apricot forest.

    They enjoyed a beautiful dance, which was pleasing to the eye and filled with wonderful taste. They could not help but blurt out cheers.

    The old lama titheed, and his skull face smiled, which became even more ugly, but his eyes were still gentle, without any sign of anger.

    Xu Zhu whispered: "Second brother, this master's Buddhist cultivation is extremely profound!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "Yu Yan has a good impression of him."

    "Miss Wang, you don't judge people by their appearance, you are so good!" Xu Zhu praised in a low voice.

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed: "Third brother, you have learned how to flatter me, how good it is!"

    "Second brother!" Xu Zhu blushed.

    Wang Yuyan¡¯s clear eyes looked past the twenty lamas, as cold as ice, and said calmly: "Is there any other master who can give me advice?"

    She only felt another stream of inner breath pouring into her Dantian, mellow and continuous, immediately making up for the loss just now. Knowing that it was Xiao Yuesheng's doing, she felt slightly sweet in her heart.

    The move just now was elegant, but the internal force consumed was astonishing. It broke the air with internal force. The speed seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast. Only an expert would not be able to tell the truth.

    "But these ten lamas are all top masters, and they must be able to tell."

    Suddenly, a young lama stood up, wearing a brown monk's robe, with his right arm exposed. His lines were soft, his bones and flesh were well-proportioned, and he had a bronze luster.

    He was originally inconspicuous among the young lamas, but now when he stood up, he suddenly became dazzling and attracted everyone's attention.

    I have a bright pearl, which has been blocked by the dust for a long time. Now the light is shining out of the dust, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers. This situation is just right.

    He was handsome, gentle and solemn, with sparkling eyes. He walked out slowly with a smile and came to Wang Yuyan.

    "Young monk Yangcuo, head of the Murong family, please give me some advice!" The young lama smiled and spoke in Mandarin with a clear, gentle and melodious accent.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? together out of 100,000 people started talking, why did a young lama come out?

    It is said that if you hit the young one, the old one will come out. I have never heard that if you hit the old one, the young one will come out!

    Wang Yuyan frowned lightly, glanced at him with clear eyes, and nodded slowly: "Master Yangcuo must be of high status, I'm disrespectful!"

    She had keen eyesight, and when she saw Lama Yangcuo standing up, all the lamas bowed their heads and looked pious, she knew that his identity was of great importance.

    Lama Yangcuo smiled and said softly: "All identities are false. Why should Murong Family Master care?!"

    Wang Yuyan suddenly focused her eyes and heard Xiao Yuesheng's voice in her ears. She nodded and said, "It must be Yangcuo Living Buddha, right?"

    "Murong family master has good eyesight." Lama Yangcuo nodded and smiled: "Please¡ª!"

    The apricot forest became noisy again. No one thought that there was a living Buddha hidden among the ten holy monks of Tubo.

    At this time, Buddhism was very prosperous. Although the living Buddha was not from the Central Plains, he was known to everyone. His status was indescribable, just like an emperor.

    Unexpectedly, he came here, no wonderThe original Wulin was beaten to a pulp, but it was because this Living Buddha also came.

    They found the explanation and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that their defeat at the hands of the Living Buddha was not unfair.

    "Second brother, let me go!" Xu Zhu pursed his lips and whispered.

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly shook his head, looking at the living Buddha Yangcuo in the distance, his brows furrowed.

    "Second brother, I'm afraid of Miss Wang" Xu Zhu said anxiously.

    As a Shaolin disciple, he is well aware of the terrifying power of living Buddhas in Tantric Buddhism. They often have some incredible supernatural powers and are not invincible with martial arts.

    Xiao Yuesheng walked slowly, came to Wang Yuyan's side, and said with a smile: "Yuyan, I'll do it."

    "Brother?" Wang Yuyan turned around and looked at him in confusion.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head: "It's rare to see a living Buddha from the Tantric Sect. My hands are itchy."

    Everyone immediately started talking and guessing about Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s identity.
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