Chapter 284 Malu
"Monk Tao?"
"Only two people?"
"The monk who broke the precepts of the White Bone Temple, no wonder he walked along this route."
"But who is this evil person?"
The big hand in the darkness crushed the transmission note, and the faint sound echoed in the empty grotto. He was not surprised by the arrival of the Bone Skeleton Monk, probably because he knew a little bit about the Buddhist monk's practice path, and the other party would definitely take this path.
The evil way was different, that person seemed to appear out of thin air.
Everything in the world, whether it is living creatures, vegetation, mountains, rocks, mountains, clouds, and mist, all have their own unique characteristics, and the living beings are even more so.
The lack of such information only means that they have not discovered the origin of the red-haired Taoist.
However, the opponent is definitely not someone who suddenly gained power, because few people can survive the pursuit of the big boss, and they even used formations to play tricks on the mirage big boss of Dahei Mountain.
Yes, it's a joke.
Mysterious and unpredictable, it really fits Gao Xiu's identity and image.
So the other party must have an extraordinary origin.
However, monks who break the precepts and evil Taoists seem to be in harmony, and there is nothing wrong with them.
He did not continue to think about what kind of history the Taoist had, or who he had offended to be so low-key.
The two men had arrived at his territory.
A tall figure rose from the futon.
The wind was blowing all around, and the oil lamps along the road lit up a small light. When the light and shadow flickered, the figure on the futon had disappeared, leaving only the slightly swaying candlelight.
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"Shengyun Yuan, Ma Lu in the underground cave, is one of the few late-stage foundation-building demon cultivators under the Ghost King's throne in Dahei Mountain."
"Wearing a body of iron armor, with fists and feet like the wind, it is an extremely powerful physical training. All spells and seals are to allow your iron fist to contact the opponent's body..."
Magic seals were originally born for fighting. The monks will choose the spells that suit their own path to bless themselves and form a supporting system.
Monsters and monsters are no exception.
In fact, it should be said that this is the case for all monks.
"Pop!"
A light clap sounded.
The figure walking towards him was very tall, but he made no sound as he walked, light, slow and very rhythmic.
When he walked on two legs, it was as if countless legs were moving with him. Supporting his burly body, the knotted muscles.
"I haven't received any news about Taoist Priest. Unexpectedly, Taoist Priest has found out where I am." The burly man who spoke had a smile on his face.
Although he is tall, he actually does not have a beard.
On the contrary, it was kept clean and tidy.
Even the messy hair like steel thorns was neatly tied up with a hair rope, making it very strong.
The red-haired Taoist nodded and said, "Very good."
Malu asked: "What's good?"
The red-haired Taoist said: "Your cultivation is good."
"What's even more rare is that you have a clean breath."
Malu said with a slightly disappointed look: "It seems that the Taoist priest also attaches great importance to the so-called distinction between good and evil."
"I don't eat people just because I don't want to eat them. The blessing of my cultivation is not worth my two or three days of hard work, so why waste my time eating people."
"I thought the Taoist priest was special..."
Monsters may not necessarily eat people, and evil spirits may not necessarily kill people. On the contrary, people kill more people and eat more people.
But there are always people who will differentiate between them.
He thought that red-haired Taoists would not have such prejudices.
I met you today, but in fact it’s not as good as being famous.
Tu Shanjun didn't know what this monster was thinking. He rarely racked his brains to understand other people's thoughts and motivations. He just smiled lightly and said: "I just hate monsters with a fishy smell. It makes me uncomfortable."
Tu Shanjun can't say he has any feelings about monsters and monsters.
If he was really disgusted, it was probably only towards demon cultivators.
Malu's eyes were fixed on the red-haired Taoist, hoping to see a hint of falsehood or disguise in his eyes. However, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were full of seriousness, not because this sounded ridiculous. The words caused waves.
Malu suddenly laughed.
"Amitabha, please give way to the donor. The young monk needs to use the road." Juefa, with his hands clasped together and his eyebrows lowered, hung the white bone Buddha beads casually on the tiger's mouth of his left hand. The beads were not heavy and were coiled on his But it's very stable in the palm of your hand.
Malu's eyes moved over to look at Juefa, who was wearing a gray cassock: "I know a little about the monk who broke the precepts of the White Bone Temple."
"When I was in Daze, I met a monk who broke the precepts. His name was Awakening."
"do you know him?"
Juefa looked as normal, nodded and said: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Juewu is a genius that is rare to see in our sect for hundreds of years."
Malu shook his head and said, "You're not bad either."
"The donor praised me so much that the young monk felt ashamed."
When he raised his head, he still had a calm expression.
Monk Juefa said it very plainly, not because he thought he was inferior, but because he felt there was no need to compare. Just like the path he takes is just the path under his feet, others will also take this path, but they will definitely not overlap with his footprints.
Because, in the path of spiritual practice, those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die.
No matter what kind of monk he is, no matter what kind of exercises, whether they are the same or different, he must eventually find his own path.
Surprise flashed through Ma Lu's eyes: "No wonder the two of them were able to defeat Fang City and Mountain City in one go. They couldn't match the monsters they encountered."
The red-haired Taoist looked at Ma Lu with a smile, "Do you think you can stop it?"
"I'm not sure, but I want to try."
"It's a pity that I didn't fight him in Daze, so today I want to see if the monk of the White Bone Temple is as powerful as the legend says."
"If you win against me, this important treasure will be handed over to you." Ma Lu opened his hand, and a fragment of a Shinto magic weapon lingering with pure spirit appeared in his hand. The incense and wish energy condensed into pieces and wrapped up the fragments.
Only then did Tu Shanjun look a little surprised. The monster in front of him was interesting. He dared to take out this thing. He asked with some confusion: "Aren't you afraid that the Ghost King of Daheishan will blame you?"
Malu said: "There is something wrong with the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain. He cannot leave Dahei Mountain."
"However, it is said that he is improving his condition and may soon be able to solve his chronic illness."
"Anyway, I was no longer in Shengyun Yuan at that time."
The red-haired Taoist gave Juefa a look, as if asking him: "Do you want to fight or not?"
"If you don't take action, I will pull a late-stage foundation-building Yin Shen from the flag to have a chance with this millipede demon."
Juefa understood what Tu Shanjun meant, and his original intention was to borrow Taoism.
The Malu Demon is full of pure energy and should not be killed and sent to reincarnation.
Of course, if it were a life-and-death fight, he would definitely not let the opponent off just because he was a gentleman. Instead, he would use villainous methods to ensure that he was alive after all.
Since the other party just wanted to have a discussion, Juefa didn't mind accommodating him.
"You are in the middle stage of foundation building, and I am in the late stage of foundation building. I took advantage. Do you need me to declare my own cultivation level?"
"Amitabha, the donor is really a believer. The young monk admires him, but there is no need to claim to be a cultivator, because the young monk is not a monk in the middle stage of foundation building."
Malu grinned and said, "I'm not a human, I'm a demon."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it!"
Early spring.
The rain and snow melt.
The grassland of Shengyunyuan is no different. The mud has become the nourishment for the new grass.
Under the setting sun, the two figures reflected in the red clouds moved.
The armor on the Armored Malu is definitely a sharp weapon. Even though it looks like a defensive armor, it looks like a roaring chariot when driven by mana.
The oppressive feeling was like the flaming clouds sinking to the ground above Shengyunyuan.
The violent aura was condensed into armor.
The momentum of the waterfall is as powerful as thunder moving the sea of clouds!
In the blink of an eye, Ma Lu had appeared in front of Juefa, waving a pair of iron fists.
When one punch is thrown out, it seems like thousands of punches are thrown out together.
Just like the rainbow shining through the sun, it shatters the surging gaps in the sky and all unnecessary thoughts.
Jue Fa raised his head slightly and printed the method into a button.
"White Bone Seal."
"Pure glazed white bone dharma body."
The Dharma body is like a gangbang, and the flesh and blood body is the color of glass.
Falling there is like a high mountain, towering and motionless but carrying great pressure. A mountain that cannot be shaken by any mighty torrent.
The monk's horizontal training is undoubtedly excellent, but it is regrettable.
That is, what monks practice is not boy skills.
Although Tushanjun rarely comments on other people's affairs, he still can't help but want to ask the monk why you have to break the most fatal precept when you practice this kind of magic.
Of course, one cannot blind one leaf to another.
Maybe the monk broke his body first, became a monk later, and then chose this practice.
According to legend, Sakyamuni also cultivated a golden body of six feet, but the World Honored One lived a secular life before becoming a Buddha. He not only had a wife but also children. In the end, he still had a flawless golden body, so Tushanjun didn't think it was too inappropriate. OK, I just feel sorry.
He is a monk who likes to pursue the limits of magic, so he will naturally move towards more perfect magic practice.
Some spells are inherently limited.
Sometimes incompatibility will cause the power of the skills to be greatly reduced, just like water spirit root monks should not delve into fire-attribute magic skills.
There will always be people who say ‘no’, that is, they want to try a method that is contrary to their own.
That other person is definitely not a qualified monk, but a qualified stubborn donkey.
Stubborn donkeys usually end badly.
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"Is the matter already so big?" The palm that received the transmission talisman was hidden in his sleeve robe. It was impossible to tell what kind of person he was. He could only hear the other party whispering softly, and then he threw away the invalid transmission talisman in his hand. open.
The transmission notes burned as they flew, turning into smoke and disappearing.
The man who walked across the threshold had a high, aquiline nose. He paused and asked, "What month is it?"
The boy next to me replied respectfully: "Sir, it's already half of January."
"Are the incense and children ready?"
"Everything is ready."
"Then we really should go to Daheishan."
"All the troops and horses, this time, there is no peace." The middle-aged man with a hooked nose flashed sharply in his eyes, and strode away.
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There are not many monks who have received transmission notes.
The subordinate forces in Daheishan seemed to have been awakened from a deep sleep.
Even the wind in the air is different from before.