Chapter 377 There’s an unexpected gain!

Chapter 377 There’s an unexpected gain!

"Are you sure you're just watching?"

Zhao Lihe recalled Nie Changchuan's talisman and couldn't help but glare at him.

Nie Changchuan blinked, as if he still didn't realize what he had just done to deceive his teammates.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Zhao Lihe didn't bother to explain, and turned to look ahead at Pudu Cihang, who was wailing under the gunfire.

"How long can your Thunder Fire Pearl paralyze him?"

"Well... considering that his golden body is now destroyed and all his magic power is gone, he can probably last for half a quarter of an hour!"

"Only half an hour?"

"What is talent!" Nie Changchuan widened his eyes and tried to defend himself, "This guy is a peerless demon who has been practicing for thousands of years. Even if the golden body is destroyed now, not everyone can deal with it!"

"In the entire Maoshan sect, apart from me, only my master and two uncles can fight with it!"

Zhao Lihe asked in surprise: "Is Maoshan so weak?"

Nie Changchuan: "..."

Zhao Lihe asked curiously: "Then why didn't you call Master You before and deal with Pudu Cihang together?"

Nie Changchuan sighed and said: "Of course it is for religious reasons. Pudu Cihang is a monk after all, and it is involved in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. It is difficult for Taoists like my master to intervene. Only Buddhism itself must take action to be justified. "

Zhao Lihe asked again: "What about Buddhism? Why don't you come?"

Nie Changchuan shook his head and said: "A lot of them came, but they were all easily solved by Pudu Cihang. A few days ago, I heard that the abbot of Baiyun Temple found a Buddhist disciple, and is now working hard to cultivate him, with the intention of eliminating him within ten years. Pudu Cihang.”

Zhao Lihe said speechlessly: "In ten years, the day lilies have become cold!"

Nie Changchuan curled his lips and said: "Who says it's not the case, but there's nothing we can do about it, these old bald donkeys just like to work hard..."

During the chat, the vermilion thunder on Pudu Cihang's body gradually dissipated, and his pitted upper body, covered in demon blood, was lifted up again against the gunfire.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lihe quickly patted Nie Changchuan: "Quickly, one more shot!"

"You're still here?!" Nie Changchuan said with a pale face, "I can't do it anymore, I've been squeezed dry!"

Zhao Lihe said disgustedly: "You only have this little magic power?"

Nie Changchuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and just as he was about to defend himself, a white jade coin was handed to him.

"Try this and see if you can restore your mana quickly."

"..."

Nie Changchuan was stunned for a moment and took the white jade coin with doubt on his face.

After trying to absorb it, Nie Changchuan perked up and said in surprise: "What a pure spiritual energy!"

"Brother Zhao, what is this?"

"Any more?"

"Can you give me some more?"

Nie Changchuan couldn't wait to grab Zhao Lihe's arm and looked at him expectantly.

Zhao Lihe broke away from his hand, pointed at Pudu Cihang in front of him and said seriously: "One more shot!"

Nie Changchuan gritted his teeth, absorbed all the gray mist in the white jade coin, and then prepared it according to the law, and took out another vermilion thunder ball.

But compared to before, this vermilion thunder ball was obviously smaller.

"Shenxiao's thunder method will destroy all evils!"

"Thunder Fire Pearl, go!"

As Nie Changchuan shouted, the red thunder ball flew through the air and exploded on Pudu Cihang's blood-stained and pitted carapace.

Vermilion thunder spread all over his body, and Pudu Cihang, who had just raised his upper body, howled again and crashed to the ground, crushing countless trees, earth and rocks.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lihe showed a satisfied smile on his face and threw ten gray mist coins to Nie Changchuan, letting him adjust his breathing by himself.

Not long after, the dying giant centipede let out a howl that was mixed with anger and despair, and then its head fell to the ground. The tens of thousands of scarlet limbs on both sides collapsed, looking completely silent.

"...Is he dead now?"

Zhao Lihe looked surprised.

Out of caution, he let the soldiers continue beating the corpse for a while.

It wasn't until the demon corpse was completely flattened within a radius of ten miles that they finally stopped firing.

At the same time, on the centipede monster's head, the pitted carapace suddenly cracked a gap.

A creature about two meters long, with a scarlet carapace, crawled out from it like a newborn centipede. It glanced back at the huge, tattered demon body in the forest with extremely malicious eyes, and then with a cruel heart, turned around and swam in the opposite direction.

But just like Zhao Lihe said, if it offends the Buddha, how can it be allowed to escape so easily?

When passing the official road, the two-meter-long scarlet centipede suddenly stopped and turned back to look at the official road.

I saw a young monk wearing a white monk's robe and a conical bamboo hat with a delicate face appearing there, looking at him calmly.

Logically speaking, under such circumstances, Pudu Cihang should run away when meeting such a young monk with extraordinary temperament.

But for some reason, he seemed to have lost his mind, turned around with red eyes, and rushed towards the little monk, as if he planned to treat the little monk as his first blood meal after the golden cicada escaped from its shell.

Instead of choosing to run away, do you take the initiative to approach me?

The young monk put his hands together and looked neither happy nor sad.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

"The donor's sins are overwhelming and he has killed countless lives. His body is already wrapped in boundless karma. If he turns back now and follows me back to the temple to recite Buddhist scriptures every day, there may be a chance to reduce his sins in the future..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Pudu Cihang's eyes were ferocious and he shouted in an arrogant tone, "Little monk, since you say you are so kind, you might as well donate this skin to me. Only in this way will it be in line with the way of mercy!"

"It seems that the donor is determined to persist in his obsession!"

The young monk sighed softly, then chanted the Buddha's name, raised his palm and pushed it out.

"call!!"

In an instant, the golden light shined brightly and condensed into a giant golden palm in front of the little monk.

The palm of mercy contained it, pushing it across the border with the force of breaking bamboo, and in an instant it was close to Pudu Cihang's demonic body.

Golden light hit his face, Pudu Cihang seemed to wake up, and screamed in horror: "No, Buddha, spare your life!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge palm of golden light swept across and completely beat Pudu Cihang's head into a pulp.

The air waves rolled and swayed in all directions, dissipating in the wind along with Pudu Cihang's last words.

"Amitabha, donor, why do you need to..."

The young monk sighed, clasped his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, then stepped forward, picked up the centipede's tail and walked towards the capital.

…

Ten minutes later, Zhao Lihe and Nie Changchuan surrounded the young monk, their eyes wandering strangely between him and the centipede corpse.

Little Monk Baiyun felt uncomfortable when they looked at him, and couldn't help but ask: "Donor, is there anything wrong with this little monk?"

Zhao Lihe looked at him steadily, then shook his head: "It's nothing, Master Baiyun, don't worry... By the way, you just said, what are you doing in the capital for this trip?"

"Amitabha, of course, returns what was given to the donor!"

Little monk Baiyun clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then took out the "Tathagata Palm" from his luggage and returned it to Zhao Lihe.

Zhao Lihe frowned and refused: "I said I would give it to you, so I gave it to you. Is there any reason to get back something that was given away?"

The young monk Baiyun shook his head and said: "The donor wanted to teach the young monk the magical skills of Buddhism, but now that the young monk has learned the magical skills, this "Tathagata Divine Palm" will be returned to the donor to prevent the young monk from lax supervision in the future and someone stealing the book. The consequences of learning..."

It turns out you want to pass the blame to me!

Zhao Lihe laughed, reached out to take the secret book, and then subconsciously glanced at it.

You don't know this, but when you look at it, Zhao Lihe's face suddenly changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the little monk Baiyun.

"Master Baiyun, are you sure this is the Tathagata Palm that I gave you?"

"certainly."

Little monk Baiyun nodded and asked nervously, "But what's wrong?"

Zhao Lihe looked at him deeply, shook his head and said: "There is nothing wrong, I was just dazzled and accidentally saw the wrong thing!"

As he spoke, Zhao Lihe calmly took the "Tathagata Divine Palm" into his arms, and then used the cover of his robe to put it into the space ring.

He really didn't expect that this trip would bring unexpected gains!

In addition to the original martial arts part, this book "Tathagata Divine Palm" also contains many scripture annotations and Buddhist cultivation methods. It seems that the previous Buddhist martial arts has become a Buddhist cultivation method with a complete Taoist tradition.

There is no doubt that this should be the reward and reward given to him by a certain Buddhist boss.

Zhao Lihe felt that he had contributed a lot and respected the Buddha, so he happily accepted it.

Little monk Baiyun didn't doubt his presence, and he was relieved when he saw that Zhao Lihe had accepted the magic power.

"Amitabha, the monk has returned the benefactor's things. The monk does not want to be involved in this worldly matter, so he said goodbye and left..."

"Hey, wait!"

Zhao Lihe quickly stopped the young monk Baiyun.

Not to mention that this young monk may have the attention of the big boss, just because he inexplicably stole Pudu Cihang's head, Zhao Lihe could not let him go easily.

"Don't worry!" Zhao Lihe said with a smile, "Aren't you curious about who the monster you killed is?"

Little monk Baiyun glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked tentatively: "A centipede spirit?"

Zhao Lihe nodded, shook his head, and said: "This is the former Imperial Master, Pudu Cihang!"

Little monk Baiyun was shocked: "What?!"

Zhao Lihe smiled and said: "The demon body outside the city is his real body. This little centipede is the basis for him to use the golden cicada to escape from its shell. If you kill him, you are already in the game. You will have to bear some karma for him without knowing it!"

"..."

Little monk Baiyun frowned and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, please speak frankly."

Zhao Lihe looked at Nie Changchuan, who nodded and said with a smile: "There is a national temple in the capital called Cihang Temple. Its predecessor was Dajue Temple, one of the famous Buddhist temples. Later, it was because of Pudu Cihang that he was bewitched. When the emperor became the national master, the Dajue Temple was renamed Cihang Temple and became the home of this evildoer."

"Now Pudu Cihang has been executed, and all Cihang's demon-watching monks have been wiped out, but this ancient temple should not be abandoned because of this..."

The young monk Baiyun suddenly said: "So Donor Nie wants to invite the young monk to stay at Cihang Temple?"

Nie Changchuan smiled and nodded: "Of course!"

The young monk Baiyun thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "Thanks to the great love of Donor Nie, the young monk is just a walking monk. If it comes to eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, chanting sutras, meditating, and slaying demons, the young monk considers himself no weaker than others, but he has to be a monastery. Host, I’m sorry for my inability to do anything…”