Chapter 781 Grandmaster Battle

"You all go out with the teacher!"

After dinner, the three of them were drinking tea when Xuan Ci suddenly spoke.

"yes!"

Although I was a little surprised when Master suddenly proposed to go out. But Xiaomeng was not easy to ask, so he could only get up and follow.

"Is this... going out?"

Seeing three monks passing by the door, "Glacier Swordsman" Bai Ze stood up with a smile, "The battle between the masters is about to begin!"

Three gray-robed monks walked out of the "No. 1 house in the vast sea".

At this time, Qu Jiuniang, who had been sitting behind the counter and was not interested in anything, suddenly raised her head.

"The weeping old man came out of the rivers and lakes again, and Shaolin Xuanci went deep into the vast sea. If there is no connection here, ghosts will not believe it!"

Qu Jiuniang looked at the backs of the three leaving, tapped lightly on the countertop, and suddenly seemed to find something, and looked up to the second floor.

She saw the stern swordsman in fluttering white clothes.

"It's all in one pile? You...don't mess with me."

With a secret "hum" in her heart, Qu Jiuniang lowered her head again, opened the cash box at the counter, and began to count the money.

As a member of "Xianji", Qu Jiuniang named "Bixia Yuanjun", even though her own strength is not enough to compete with the master, but...she is also an organized person!

The leader of Xianji, "Lingbao Tianzun" Chonghe Daoist, is an expert in the Dharma Body Realm. Qu Jiuniang has enough confidence to face the threats from the outside world.

Quicksand set outside.

Facing the vast sea, there is a small hill.

This mountain is unremarkable, just like the countless cliffs in the vast sea, it is covered with gravel rocks, and there is not much vegetation at all.

At this moment, Master Xuanci brought Xiaomeng and Zhenhui to this very ordinary hill.

"Master, today you said that the 'Binghe Swordsman' has fully enlightened. How do you distinguish between the realms of cultivation?"

Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Xiao Meng couldn't think of the reason for a while, so he had nothing to say, and asked Xuanci about the division of strength among the people in the world.

"It's time to tell you about this!"

Xuan Ci nodded, and began to explain to Xiao Meng and Zhen Hui.

From high to low, the strongest is naturally the Fa Gaoren.

In the eyes of the world, the Dharma Master who moves mountains and seas and has great supernatural powers is simply a god.

Under the dharma body is the half-step dharma body, known as the "great master".

Under the "Grand Master" is the location of Jiuchongtian.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of exterior scenes are collectively referred to as "grandmasters", the strong players of the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of exterior scenes are called "extreme masters", and the first, second, and third levels of heaven are "first-rate masters".

Under the location, the half-step location can be regarded as a "second-rate master".

The opening of nine apertures together is "three streams", six, seven, and eight apertures are "four streams", and two and four apertures are "ordinary".

After enlightenment, it is called "not inflow".

"So it is!"

Talking all the way, everyone has reached the top of the hill.

The top of the stone mountain is no longer bare, there are many dead trees that have never decayed.

"This is a cemetery!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuan Ci sighed full of melancholy, stopped in front of a gnarled Populus euphratica tree, and sighed in a low voice, "The two young sons of my master are buried here, if they don't die, they should be as old as you gone."

"Master..."

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing. Xiaomeng and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany Master's sadness.

In the disaster of destroying the family back then, Xuanci's two young sons, led by the old servant, fled all the way, and in the end...were found by the crying old man and beheaded here.

"I'm really confused as a teacher!"

After being silent for a while, Xuanci suddenly said, "Master, I was in a trance, and forgot to buy some incense candles. Zhending, Zhenhui, you guys go back to the inn and buy some incense candles by the way."

"Yes, Master."

Xiaomeng was a little puzzled, since the master came to visit the young son's grave, how could he forget to bring the joss stick?

Since Xuanci opened his mouth, Xiao Meng could only suppress the doubts in his heart,

Lead down the mountain.

"Crying old man, you really came!"

On the top of the mountain, a gust of wind roared.

Xuanci's face was calm, and at some point there was a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. This is a string of dark gold beads, faintly shining with the light of Buddha.

"You came here to kill me on purpose? It seems that you already knew that I was coming to Hanhai!"

Xuanci's face was expressionless, but a pair of jet-black eyes became even darker.

The three masters and apprentices came to Hanhai, and only the senior management of Shaolin Temple knew the news. Now, just after entering the vast sea, the crying old man is waiting here.

Could it be... there are foreign enemies hidden in Shaolin Temple?

It's just that now that the enemy is present, there is no time to worry about those.

"The old man has always had revenge."

While the wind was whistling, a black and thin old man suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

His head was covered with a black scarf, his body was covered with a white robe, the corners of his eyes were hanging down, and there were a few white spots under his eyes, which seemed to be tears from his eyes. This is the origin of the name "crying old man".

"The old man heard that you are going to the Vajra Temple, so I am waiting for you here. I know you will definitely come."

A black air exuded from the whole body, eerie and terrifying, as if there were thousands of innocent souls wailing and crying, ghosts and wolves howled.

"You guessed right."

Xuanci had neither sorrow nor joy, it was just that the rosary in his hand was spinning faster!

"Do you think that if you send your two apprentices away, they will survive? Although the old man is too lazy to take care of them, there are disciples and grandchildren waiting below."

The crying old man sneered, and the black air billowed from his body, like a thick black fog.

The surrounding area was gloomy, and countless innocent souls cried and wailed.

"If you don't send them away, the aftermath of the battle between the masters will wipe out their bones. Down below, they still have a glimmer of life."

Xuanci's own realm was inferior to the Crying Old Man, although he was not afraid in battle, but it was impossible to fight against the Crying Old Man and protect two apprentices.

"Life? Qu Jiuniang? She dares to meddle in my affairs?"

The crying old man let out a cold snort, and slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly black ghosts appeared around him, crying and screaming, making people's scalp numb and their hearts shaken.

"There is always someone who dares to control!"

Xuanci thought of the figure of Shengxue in white, smiled lightly, and slowly raised the hand holding the rosary!

"Hmph! Go to hell!"

The crying old man let out an angry roar, and waved his palms!

"quack……"

"Woooo..."

Countless souls cried out, and the sky was full of black air.

This is exactly the special skill of the crying old man "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls"!

"Boom!"

With the top of the hill as the core, the black air is like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, rolling into the sky in circles, like a hurricane.

A dark storm sweeps the world!

Under the foot of the mountain, the green oasis outside the quicksand quickly withered and dried up under this black mist, as if all the water had been drained.

Countless cattle, sheep, and herdsmen stood stiffly on the spot, their skin and muscles dehydrated inch by inch, and faint black shadows flew out of their bodies, throwing them into the black mist on the peak.

This terrible scene spreads hundreds of miles.

It seems that it wants to absorb the souls of all living beings and wither the whole earth. In a radius of a hundred miles, the earth was dry and cracked, and countless creatures were reset to zero!

"Do you know why I want to practice the incomplete 'Moke Fumo Sutra'?"

Xuan Ci slowly raised his hand, the whole arm became transparent and pure, like colored glass, free from dust.

The golden Buddha light bloomed, and a golden lotus platform manifested.

On the lotus platform, sits a Bodhisattva with a face full of compassion and pity for the world. He holds the breath of life and death in his palm, like a treasure wheel changing from black to white, containing the cycle of life and death.

"After today, in hundreds of billions of kalpas, there should be worlds, all hells, and the three evil ways, all sinful and suffering beings. I vow to save all beings from the hells, animals, hungry ghosts, and people who have retribution for their sins. Buddha actually, then I will become enlightened."

"Hell is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha! Only when all living beings are exhausted can we realize Bodhi!"

"Ksitigarbha's original wish, Moko subdue the demon!"

The mighty Buddha light shines on the heaven and the earth.

Countless souls gathered by the crying old man's "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls", under this Buddha's light, melted one by one and disappeared without a trace.

The black mist covers the sky, and the Buddha's light is mighty!

In the whole world, it seems that only the churning black mist and the mighty Buddha light are left!

Such earth-shattering movements are simply the means of a god!