MTL - Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years-Chapter 220 You are not the monk of Hanging Temple

   Chapter 220 You are not a monk from Hanging Temple

   "Everyone at the Imperial Beast Gate has been waiting for a long time! Pindao Lingshu is watching Qingquan, please come to the gate to fight!"

   Qingquan and Bai Yao had already spotted the crowd gathered on the square in front of the hall, and shouted from a distance.

   The deep valley echoed, and the rumbling end sounded.

   Fighting intent rose in this voice.

   Elder Wuxing laughed in anger: "Okay! What a spiritual shrine! How dare you bully me on the head of my beast gate! Qingquan, since you are here today, you should be buried in this lifeless swamp!"

   After saying that, he waved his hand and signaled to the disciples.

   "The Great Array of Ten Thousand Beasts and Evil Demons!"

   The disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect below heard the words, and immediately drove out the monsters one by one to climb out of the swamp.

   They are spread out in all directions, standing according to specific nodes, and the breaths are connected.

   A black evil spirit rose from the swamp.

  Qingquan and Bai Yao stood in the air, looking at the black-robed elder and a group of disciples opposite.

   "Ao Qi, the sect master of the Imperial Beast Gate, killed Pindao outside Nanling City, and was killed by my master and apprentice. The elder Fan Yuhua was in the county seat of Dongling County, intending to kill my senior brother Qing Hui, but he killed him instead."

   He didn't rush to do it, but said slowly, "Today, the poor Taoist wants to ask in person, who are you under orders, and what grudges do you have with my Lingshuguan?"

  Qingquan remembered Zhang Ming's advice that there might be something tricky behind the gate of the imperial beast, so he had to try it out.

However, Elder Wu Xing sneered and said, "Qingquan, you Lingshuguan killed me the Sect Master and the Great Elder of the Imperial Beast Gate. You have long hated each other. Dead Sect Master and Great Elder!"

   He had no intention of chatting with each other at all.

   The monsters around him roared in unison, and endless black energy rose up, turning into a squatting beast.

  It has a human face and a tiger body, and its limbs are curled up, a bit like the legendary scorpion.

   Qingquan's face showed a dignified expression, and said: "Since you don't want to say it, the poor way can only send you a ride."

   said, he slowly drew out a sword.

  This sword has a dragon and snake pattern engraved on its body, and the shape of innate gossip is cast on both sides of the hilt.

   This is also one of the three artifacts in the fairy world!

   Elder Wu Xing glanced at him and shouted indifferently, "Arrogant!"

   Then, he raised his hand and pointed, only to see the dharma image formed by the endless black evil energy, and immediately rushed towards the two people in the air.

   Although Qingquan only has a life-shaping realm, he has the Fuxi sword in his hand, and he also has a lot of pride.

   "Pick up my sword!"

   He waved his hand and cut out a style of Tianshi swordsmanship.

   I saw a dazzling ray of light on Fuxi Sword, like the rising sun, dividing this dark world into two.

   This ray of light penetrated the sky, and then fell to the underworld, slashing straight down.

  Poof——

The   梼杌 Dharma image actually split from the center of the eyebrows to the left and right, and collapsed into two petals in the blink of an eye.

   Elder Wu Xing was shocked: "What kind of treasure is this?"

   Qingquan smiled: "The treasure that can kill you!"

   While speaking, he kept castration and slashed at the black-robed old man with his sword.

   Elder Wu Xing did not dare to take it hard, and hurriedly dodged, the poor palace behind it suffered, and it split into two in an instant.

   "Oops, Elder Wu Xing is not the opponent of this thief!"

   "Quick, avoid this sword glow!"

   The disciples below, who were imposing like a rainbow, were in chaos at this time.

   They no longer care about manipulating the great formation of all beasts and evil spirits and flee in all directions.

  Qingquan only felt extremely refreshed. After wielding thirteen swords in a row, he felt out of breath and unable to catch up.

  This Fuxi Sword is an extremely powerful acquired treasure, and it is a complete version synthesized by Zhang Ming for him, so it has infinite power, but it consumes a lot of money.

   With his life-shaping level, he can only cut out fifteen swords at most.

   However, each sword has the power to kill the Dharma Phase Realm.

  Unfortunately, the elder Wu Xing was very cunning, even dodging without caring about the building of the Imperial Beast Gate and the fleeing disciples, and he was not hit with a single sword.

   At this time, he saw that Qingquan was somewhat exhausted, so he paused and looked over.

   "Humph, now it's my elder's turn!"

   He stepped lightly, and the ground below cracked instantly, and a head covered with silt protruded from it.

   This monster is huge, shaped like a centipede, and its body under the silt exudes a little golden light. It is the strongest pet beast of the elder Wuxing.

   "Golden thread centipede, go, kill them for this elder!"

   he ordered sharply.

  The golden thread centipede in the silt immediately jumped and rushed towards Qingquan and Bai Yao, panting heavily.

   The aura on this centipede monster is extremely compelling, and it is clearly the existence of the Yang God Realm!

   Qingquan's face showed a hint of panic.

   Elder Wu Xing couldn't help laughing: "Qingquan, I have to thank you for sending this treasure in person!"

   He stared at Fuxi Sword with a burning gaze.

   However, when the golden thread centipede pounced in front of him, Qingquan suddenly retracted his sword and said with a smile, "Hehe, Pindao has been waiting for you for a long time!"

   said, he stretched out his hand a little, and the imprint of the Heavenly Book of the Beast suddenly shot out and landed on the golden thread centipede's forehead.

   This ferocious Yangshen realm monster froze for a moment.

  It looked around in confusion, and immediately seemed to recognize the blue-robed Taoist opposite, with countless legs and feet folded, revealing submissive eyes.

   It turned out that Qingquan had already discovered the golden thread centipede lurking in the ground, but the opponent was extremely alert, and he had never been able to control the approach of the monster, so he had been waiting for the opponent to take the initiative to show up, and it was only at this moment that he gave a thunderous blow.

   Unsurprisingly, the Heavenly Book of Beasts really controlled this terrifying monster!

   At this time, Qingquan straightened his waist and looked at Elder Wu Xing alone.

   "The army of the beasts obeys! To the poor road... Step down the gate of the beasts!"

   He raised his arms and shouted, and there were endless monsters jumping out of the swamp below.

   And the many monsters that formed the Great Array of Ten Thousand Beasts and Evil Spirits turned their heads and stared fiercely at the beast gate station.

  The golden thread centipede squeaked sharply from its mouth and swept out, locking onto the black-robed elder in midair.

   "This... how is this possible?!"

   Elder Wu Xing only felt his scalp tingling, unable to believe his eyes.

   Not only himself, but also the pet beasts of the disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect. At this time, they were all countered and manipulated by the opponent!

   "You are proficient in more advanced animal control techniques?!"

   Elder Wu Xing instantly understood the reason, but his heart was even more unbelievable.

  The Gate of Beasts is already one of the seventeen sects of the three sects of the Jin Dynasty. With one-handed beast-controlling techniques, it is unparalleled in the world. Who can come up with stronger and more advanced beast-controlling techniques?

   However, the facts are in sight.

  The Golden Thread Centipede in the Yang God Realm stared at him firmly, as long as he made a slight change, the other party would not hesitate to pounce on him.

   Cold sweat broke out from his temples.

   Qingquan smiled and said, "Can you have a good chat with Pindao now?"

Elder Wu Xing smiled nervously and said: "Daoist Qingquan, do I think there is some misunderstanding here? To be honest, Ao Qi and Fan Yuhua have already betrayed my beast gate, and their actions can be compared with me. It doesn't matter at all!"

   Now he can only roll his eyes and remove Ao Qi and Fan Yuhua from the sect.

   But Qingquan is not a fool. He stepped forward and smiled: "This elder, Pindao will give you one last chance to answer again."

   Elder Wu Xing's expression instantly froze on his face.

   This kid can't be fooled!

   In the next second, his body flickered, and he turned into a ray of light, escaping to the depths of the Imperial Beast Gate.

   "Yi Yao!"

  Qingquan calmly looked at his light and commanded.

   Bai Yao understood, stepped forward, and instantly used the magical power to shrink into an inch, appearing in front of Elder Wu Xing.

   At the same time, she raised a purple-gold bowl and gently closed it at the flying light.

"Ah, no--"

   Elder Wu Xing couldn't stop and crashed into the purple gold bowl.

  Bai Yao raised the bowl with her palm and patted it lightly, with a satisfied smile on her face.

   "Master, catch it, live!"

   She returned to Qingquan as if taking credit.

  Qingquan nodded, looked at the disciples of the Royal Beastmen who fled around, his face turned cold: "Clean up this place."

As soon as the    voice fell, the endless pet beast rushed towards the many disciples frantically.

   "No, no, Ah Hua, I'm your master! Have you forgotten our happy day and night?!"

   "Dog, shut up, don't eat me!"

  “…”

   There were shrill screams around the Imperial Beast Gate.

   Many monsters have been controlled by this group of disciples for a long time, and their hearts are full of resentment. At this time, they took advantage of the opportunity to take revenge.

After    tea time, the gate of the beasts gradually became quiet.

  The surrounding swamp has been dyed red with blood.

  Qingquan led Bai Yao into the Imperial Beast Gate, searched from palace to palace, and put all the valuable treasures into the space inside his sleeves.

   Then, he nodded to Bai Yao.

   Bai Yao understood his eyes, immediately took out the Man Crow Pot, blew it gently, and suddenly countless fire crows filled the air, burning down the building of the Imperial Beast Gate.

   "This trip was exceptionally smooth, and it's time for us to return to Lingshu View."

   Qingquan clapped his palms and smiled in relief.

  Bai Yao smiled and said, "It's still Master's strategizing, and he's already catching up with Uncle Master."

  Qingquan glanced at her: "Okay, I didn't learn it, but I learned to flatter me. This is a point criticized by the teacher. You can tell me a few more words."

  Bai Yao turned her head, not being fooled.

   The two jumped up and prepared to leave the station of the Imperial Beast Gate.

   However, at this moment, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the silt of the swamp rippled in all directions.

   A terrifying aura rose from the ground to the sky.

   "Buddha Amitabha, it's an unforgivable sin for you to disturb the old man's cultivation. Why don't you invite the two of you to visit the Western Paradise?"

  The swampy ground separated to both sides, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard slowly walked out of it.

   He opened his thunderous eyes, and captured Qingquan and Bai Yao in the air.

   "Huh? Where did you come from as a monk, who are you?!"

   Qingquan's face sank and asked loudly.

   A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the old monk: "Who am I? Old man... Yes, I have been sitting in seclusion for so many years, and I almost forgot... Amitabha, the old man's name is Jialan, I have seen two benefactors!"

   Qingquan was stunned for a moment, Jialan? What law is this?

   He immediately remembered something, and asked solemnly, "Are you a monk from the Hanging Temple?"

  The old monk Jia Lan couldn't help laughing and said: "Hangkong Temple? Haha, it's just a small remote temple, how can it hold this seat!"

   said, he slowly lifted into the air.

   A faint Buddha light lit up on his body, and as soon as he appeared, it lit up the whole world.

   The originally dark and gloomy lifeless swamp has now become bright and open.

  Qingquan and Bai Yao also felt that they were lazy, as if they had been transformed, but the next moment, they were shocked.

   "This old monk is so weird!"

   They were running their True Essence at the same time, and they were extremely vigilant.

  Old monk Jialan saw that his Buddha's light had not achieved merit, so he could not help laughing and said: "Two donors, Lao Na sees that you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha. Why don't you take refuge in my sect and participate in the wonderful Dharma of the Buddha?"

   His voice was full of bewitching, causing a trace of confusion in Qingquan and Bai Yao's eyes.

   Fuxi Sword suddenly lit up.

  Bai Yao's forehead also flickered with the imprint of the Heavenly Snake Staff.

  The two were awakened instantly.

  Qingquan couldn't help but scolded: "Well, you are a demon monk! You used strange methods to confuse me! If today's poor Taoist doesn't exclude you, it will be a great scourge!"

   He clenched the Fuxi sword and pointed at the opponent.

   But the palm of his back behind him quietly made a gesture towards Bai Yao.

   "Dangerous, prepare to withdraw!"

   Bai Yao also instantly understood what he meant.

  The old monk Kalan smiled meaningfully and said: "Two donors, don't have to work in vain. Seeing my face is like seeing my Buddha. If you don't take refuge, this life is in vain."

   said, he recited the scriptures softly.

   Characters lit up from his body and floated out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, they spread out like infinite butterflies.

   Qingquan and Bai Yao's expressions became dazed again.

   The scenes of the past appeared in front of their eyes, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the middle, which made them feel that the spiritual platform was empty, and they walked forward subconsciously.

   A satisfied smile appeared in the eyes of the old monk who was chanting sutras together.

  The two of them didn't realize it, they got closer and closer, and soon they came to the old monk.

   "Amitabha, you know where to turn when you've lost your way, and you can turn back! Donor, you are finally enlightened!"

  The old monk Jialan stretched out his finger, the Buddhist imprint lit up in his heart, and nodded to Qingquan's forehead.

   This is the "Wonian Heart Sutra" he practiced, and he is best at manipulating people's minds.

   However, just as the mark was about to fall, a giant cauldron suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking his fingers.

  clang——

   The fingertips landed on the tripod, and a crisp golden and iron sound rang out.

   The voice instantly awakened Qingquan and Bai Yao who were being manipulated. They suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the old monk in shock and fear.

   "Monster!"

  Qingquan pulled Bai Yao and retreated a hundred feet away.

   Then, they saw the young Tuoding standing between the two sides.

   This person has short hair, a red robe, clear eyebrows, and a face that is eight points similar to Zhang Ming.

   Qingquan couldn't help being stunned: "Senior brother?"

   The short-haired young man in a colorful cassock turned his head and grinned: "Qingquan, the little monk Zhang Xiaofo has met fellow Daoist!"

  Qingquan and Bai Yao looked at each other: "Isn't it Senior Brother?"

   However, when the crisis was on the way, he didn't bother to ask any further questions, and hurriedly bowed back and said, "Lingshu Guan Qingquan, Yiyao, I have seen... I have seen the master!"

   Zhang Xiaofo nodded slightly to him, then turned to look at the old monk opposite.

   "Master, since you are not a monk of the Hanging Temple, you must not be a monk of my Great Jin Dynasty, right?"

   His next sentence made the old monk Jia Lan's eyes narrow.

   (end of this chapter)