Chapter 171 Three Religions Practicing Together The monk's expression was peaceful and serene, with a smile on his lips, which made people feel peaceful at first glance. "Amitabha." The monk saluted the young Taoist in blue with his hands clasped together and bowed slightly, meticulously. The next moment, the people around the Taoist in green scattered, and countless eyes looked at the Taoist in green. They all wanted to see what magical powers this Taoist had that were worthy of the master coming to see in person. However, in response to the monk's initiative to greet him, the Taoist in green did not make any move. This scene made the people around, especially the common people who had accompanied him along the way, glare at the Taoist in green. This Taoist is really ignorant. The master took the initiative to greet him, but he didn't think of returning the greeting, which would have been fine, but at least he made some noise. Who is he behaving like this for? The monk didn't care at all. Instead, he took two steps forward and bowed again before speaking. "Master, may I ask for your Dharma name?" "Zheng!"
In response to the monk, the Taoist in green swung a sword! The scarlet sword light slashed down, with the might of thunder on it. The sword came suddenly and fiercely. By the time the other practitioners around came to their senses, the sword light had already dissipated. The sword light dissipated, revealing the sword body. The dark black and red sword landed on the monk's shoulder, but did not cut into him. A layer of glazed golden light covered the monk's body, blocking the sudden sword. From the time the Taoist swung his sword to the time the monk blocked it, it seemed slow, but in fact it was only a moment. Even the practitioners around who had cultivated themselves did not catch this scene, let alone other mortals. All most people could see was a flash before their eyes, and then they saw the Taoist's sword in green appear on the master's shoulder. The Xuan Chi Sword and the Vajra Glass came into contact with each other, and they trembled slightly, with sparks bursting out. Jiang Lin's eyes were lowered. He failed in his attack, but he did not feel any emotion. This scene was actually within Jiang Lin's expectations. This monk was no simple man. From the first moment he saw him, Jiang Lin knew that this monk was a formidable rival. The other party's strength and ability are definitely not inferior to mine. One could tell at a glance that that layer of glazed golden light was a method of body protection that could only be developed after the Diamond Sutra had been extrapolated to a certain degree. Jiang Lin was not surprised that the Zhenwu sword did not break. The monk did not react and still kept his eyes lowered, but the smile on his lips disappeared. The Taoist and the monk did not speak, maintaining this posture, with only sparks flying. However, to the people around him, the Taoist in green was too offensive. "What a madman!" "Where did this Taoist come from? How can he be so rude!"
"Put down your sword quickly and apologize to the master! The master is kind and will not bear grudge against you!" "Oh, I can tell at a glance that he is a selfish person who can't stand the fact that the master is making things easy for mortals like me!" For a moment, the people around were talking about it. On the contrary, some of the practitioners who came here to find out what was going on have already left quietly. The practitioners who have the confidence to come here and take a closer look are all people who think they have profound Taoism. However, it was precisely because of this that these practitioners had good eyesight. Although the sword of the Taoist in green was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture, they still managed to see through it. Green Taoist robe, red magic sword, Zhenwu sword might... Putting these key words together let the practitioners know that the Taoist in green was none other than the Black Law Master who had recently become famous in Kyoto. Although I don't know the monk's background, now that this young Taoist has started a fight with him, it would be better for me to retreat first. Lest this young Taoist priest become vicious and start using his black law skills, it would be troublesome if we were to be involved in any way. For the vast majority of practitioners, even those who follow the orthodox and righteous way, they always keep their distance from the Black Law Master. For a while, accompanied by the pointing and talking of the people around, many practitioners ran away. The rest were those who had great confidence in themselves and stayed to watch the show. This is also Jiang Lin’s purpose. If a fight really breaks out later, who knows if the practitioners watching will react with stress and cause unnecessary casualties? That’s right, when Jiang Lin came here, he didn’t have the idea of resolving the issue peacefully, he just wanted to fight. As for the abuse from the people around him, Jiang Lin didn't take it to heart at all. What does it have to do with me if you scold me? "Ugh……" The monk's sigh broke the deadlock between him and Jiang Lin, and also made the people around him shut up temporarily. "I have no grudges against you, so why did you start fighting without you saying a word?" The monk asked with some confusion, with a hint of confusion and grievance in his clear, clean and bright eyes. "If the Taoist priest thinks that I am a demon, can you give me some time to prove myself?" "I am not an evil heretic." The monk spoke these words sincerely and earnestly, and he retreated again and again in his words. After hearing this, the people around could no longer hold back their anger and started criticizing the Taoist in green again. After hearing this, Jiang Lin finally took action and raised his head. "Okay, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself." Jiang Lin raised his hand, put away the Zhenwu sword, and said coldly: "If you commit suicide, I will believe that you are not an evil demon."
"What a shameless Taoist!" "Maniac! Shameless!" "Master! Don't try to reason with such a rebellious person. Even if you are a great and holy monk, you should have the glare of a diamond!" "That's right!" Upon hearing this, the people around started criticizing again. The disturbing sounds penetrated into Jiang Lin's ears, as if carrying magic, shaking Jiang Lin's mind and shocking Jiang Lin's purple palace. It was clearly the scolding of ordinary people, but Jiang Lin felt as if he was hearing a devil's sound piercing his ears. The monk still had a compassionate look on his face. He lowered his head slightly and recited Buddhist scriptures softly. Jiang Lin looked up at him with a sneer on his face. "To win the hearts of the people and preserve one's own heart, this is indeed a good method." The monk heard this, but his expression did not change at all, and he continued to recite the scriptures with his head down. "Zheng!" Another divine light rose, but it was not the Zhenwu sword, but Jiang Lin's sword finger! The sword finger carried with it the pure and incomparable power of Tianpeng! "Mighty Sword God King, slay the evil and destroy all traces." It was not until the sword finger fell that Jiang Lin's mantra was audible in the void. The monks continued to resist with Vajra Glass Buddha Light. However, this time, the Vajra Glass Buddha Light, which seemed to be immortal and solid as a rock, could not be blocked. Jiang Lin's sword finger went straight through the Vajra Glass Buddha light and slashed on the monk's shoulder. It’s only a few inches away from the neck. This was the result of the monk trying his best to dodge at the last moment. "Vajra glass?" Jiang Lin had a playful smile on his face. Cultivation is not limited to Taoism or Buddhism, and the Diamond Sutra is also an authentic method that is widely spread in Buddhism. Logically speaking, with this monk's practice of the Diamond Sutra, it should not be difficult for him to block the Tianpeng Dharma which is aimed at evil demons. After all, whether it is the Diamond Sutra or the Tianpeng Dharma, they are both orthodox and correct methods. When good fights against good, determining the winner is not a matter of one move or one technique. but now. The true meaning of the Diamond Sutra, which was practiced to a very high level, was unable to block Jiang Lin's mighty Tianpeng sword. This is already very telling.
The so-called true meaning of the Diamond Sutra and the so-called Vajra Glass Buddha Light that this monk practices are just appearances. No one knows what kind of dirty things are inside. Anyway, it won’t be a real Buddhist magical power. In fact, Jiang Lin had this feeling just now. When the tentative Zhenwu sword's mighty power collided with the so-called Vajra Glass Buddha light, the so-called Buddha light had already shown signs of dissipating. This is not normal. Sure enough, Jiang Lin used the Tianpeng Sword, which was more proficient and more original, which he had mastered. It can be said that the effect was immediate. "Amitabha……" The monk slowly raised his head, ignoring the blood on his shoulder and neck, and looked at Jiang Lin. Only Jiang Lin noticed that a flash of blood flashed in the monk's eyes. Jiang Lin's hands slowly dropped. "laugh……" Suddenly, bolts of lightning flowed out from Jiang Lin's sleeves. The thunder was like mercury, flowing on the ground, shimmering with light. "Shenxiao, command." Jiang Lin raised his head, and his eyes were filled with the same thunder. "boom!" In an instant, the power of thunder exploded! Above the ground, mercury-like thunder suddenly gathered, like a giant cocoon, wrapping up Jiang Lin and the monk. The people around only saw a flash before their eyes, and then they lost sight of the Taoist in green and the master. However, the practitioners who are still there have figured out some clues. "The thunder was launched, but it did not unleash its power. It just forcibly wrapped the monk and moved to another battlefield..." An old man wearing a sheepskin coat and carrying a string of candied haws spoke in a low voice. Next to him, a middle-aged scholar closed his folding fan with a snap and sighed, "Master Black Law is, after all, the supreme lineage that upholds the righteous path..." The old man heard this and whispered, "It is said that the Black Law Mage is arrogant and conceited, but now it seems..." "Acting in this way can be called a high moral practice." ………… "Master, you are too soft-hearted." Outside Kyoto, on a low mountain. The light of thunder slowly dissipated into the pool of water. Jiang Lin and the monk stood opposite each other, both standing on the water. In between them was the waterfall flowing down.
Amid the sound of splashing water, the monk spoke. However, there is no compassion or magnanimity in the monk's words now. Instead, it became an extremely cold meaning. It was as if there was nothing in this world that this monk could care about. Complete disregard for everything. "Zheng!!" The sword flashed, and the scarlet divine light spanned across the mountain! The scarlet sword light was wrapped in thunder, and behind it was a pair of pitch-black gilded eyes. There was a hint of scarlet light in those eyes. There was no hesitation, no negotiations or verbal sparring. As soon as Jiang Lin came up, he used the power of Zhenwu sword! "The child is silent, and the strange power confuses the spirit." The monk was enveloped by the might of the Zhenwu sword. He remained calm even as he saw the fierce power falling on him. His tongue is as eloquent as a lotus flower, and every move he makes is based on Confucianism. In the darkness, a literary aura descended from the sky, stirring up the righteous energy of the world and blessing the monk. It only takes a short moment for the power of the Zhenwu sword to burst out and reach him. But within this instant, the power of Jiang Lin's sword gradually dimmed. By the time it actually landed in front of the monk, its power had been weakened by more than half. This Confucian method exudes an evil aura. But Jiang Lin knew clearly that this time, it was not the monk who was evil. But this is indeed the case with Confucianism. Confucian practitioners are best at pulling their opponents into areas of expertise and using their rich experience to defeat them. When Jiang Lin had been on the list before, he had heard of a Confucian monk who used the "Zi Bu Yu Strange Powers, Disasters and Gods" technique, which was able to block all magical spells of both himself and his enemies. Then... the winner will be decided by fists and feet. Very good, this is very Confucian. Compared to such a thorough boss, the Confucian magical powers of the monk in front of him may look weird, but compared with the authentic ones, they are already very restrained. The power of the Zhenwu sword was greatly weakened. Even though Jiang Lin was seriously activating it this time instead of testing it, he was still unable to do anything to the monk. "Master, you haven't even announced your name yet, but you're so cruel. Isn't that inappropriate?" The monk spoke with a smile, but there was no friendliness in that smile. On this low hill, there were only Jiang Lin and the monk.
Therefore, the monk also removed his disguise to a certain extent and restored his true self. The so-called compassion and virtue have long been thrown away somewhere unknown. What's left is just an evil monk. No, perhaps even the identity of a monk is just a disguise. "Tian Peng Tian Peng, the Nine Yuan evil boy. Wu Ding Du Si, Gao Diao Bei Weng. Qi Zheng Ba Ling, Tai Shang Hao Xiong. Long-headed giant beast, holding the emperor bell." The magic power is surging and the mantra becomes a spell in an instant. "I respect and obey Tianpeng's command!" Jiang Lin's pair of Fengdu Dharma Eyes were pushed to the extreme, surrounded by gilded black divine light, and the power of Tianpeng Dharma rose up! "boom!!" The incandescent divine light like thunder fell on the demon monk's head and transformed into a huge platinum bell. The next moment, the big bell fell down with a loud bang! The evil monk was caught off guard and was covered by the imperial bell, sealing him tightly! "Xingsha, get up!" Jiang Lin seemed to be willing to give the fallen dog a beating. The original evil energy of the Black Law moved with it, and the dark evil energy manifested as an ox-ear sharp knife in his hand. "With one blow of the divine sword, all the ghosts will collapse!" "Buzz!" As he chanted the mantra, the ox-ear knife in his hand was suddenly blessed with the power of Tianpeng. In a flash, it extended into a ferocious long knife shaped like a Miao Dao, but with a straight blade and only a thrilling flick at the tip. "Wow..." The water waves vibrated, and Jiang Lin's figure blurred for a moment. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Emperor Bell. The long sword in his hand chopped down without hesitation! "laugh……" With a dull sound, the Emperor Bell was cut open, transforming into pure Tianpeng power, covering the blade and bringing another layer of blessing! The Tianpeng divine sword, the Emperor's bell, and the evil spirit of the black law transformed into the evil spirit of punishment. The manifestation and blessing of the three great true methods are all contained in this one sword! The pitch-black blade slashed down without any hindrance, cutting the evil monk in half from head to toe! The bloody body, split in half, fell into the pool of water, stained with a light red color. The attack was successful and the evil monk was killed, but Jiang Lin did not stop there. Instead, he turned around and looked. "Gululu..." The water waves surged, and the light red blood condensed again, first forming a vague human shape, and then as the human shape condensed, the excess light red liquid fell down. The evil monk reappeared, but his face was pale, and there was a faint bloodstain from his forehead.
Moreover, compared to before, the evil monk has become much younger. He no longer looks middle-aged, but like a child of eleven or twelve years old. "Boy's Substitute Technique." Jiang Lin revealed the evil monk's method in one sentence, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "Among the eight hundred side doors, it is also the most evil one, but in the final analysis, it is the method of my Taoist sect." "Using it in front of me seems a bit disrespectful to me." As he said this, Jiang Lin sneered. "The three schools of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism seem to be brilliant, but in fact none of them has been put to good use." "What's fake will always be fake." This was the first time Jiang Lin spoke to this evil monk, and the first thing he did was to poke his lungs. The evil monk has many methods. In just three fights, he involved the Diamond Sutra, spoke eloquently, and used unconventional methods such as substitution. It includes the three schools of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism. But Jiang Lin knew that this was just an appearance. Hidden behind the methods of the three religions is an evil and strange nature. Now, it’s time to unveil the “painted skin” of this evil monk. Jiang Lin thought so and raised his hand, and the Tianpeng ruler came into view. (End of this chapter)