Chapter 253 Living BuddhaThe monk who took the lead was named Guangyi. His secular name was Zhang Yi, and he was an ordinary steward of Zhenwu Hall many years ago. That year, Zhenwu Hall underwent a huge change, and the Zhenwu Hall in the north was taken over by someone. He went through untold hardships to reach the south, but as a result of the Yangzhou Rebellion, the Zhenwu Hall headquarters was also lost. In just a few months, he went from being the chief steward of Zhenwu Hall to a wandering vagrant. Some of the changes are really too big. Unable to stay in Yangzhou, he could only wander around, looking for an opportunity to break through and become a real warrior. Speaking of methods, he has a book called "Sword Heart Enlightenment" in his hand, which can help people quickly become real warriors. But he didn't dare to practice it because he had tested it on a few people. The good news is that it can indeed greatly enhance one’s skills.
Bad news, that person seems to have become a different person! If I become someone else for the sake of power, am I still myself? Zhang Yi struggled for a long time. Besides, according to his "Ten Mountains True Thunder Sword", as long as he found a few more people to plant the sword seeds, he could reach the realm of "Ten Mountains in One", and there was no need to take any risks at all. Fortunately, by chance, he became a disciple of the Golden Buddha Temple, and used the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple to become a real warrior. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to enjoy myself for a few days. They were chased by Huang Tiandao and forced to move south. This experience made Zhang Yi doubt whether he had any passive ability. How could he add a force? One force was not enough. Blame me? No, no, no, this is how the world is. How can there be anyone who always wins? Ups and downs are the norm. With this mentality, he went through ups and downs to Picheng. Now the focus of Jinfo Temple is on going out to sea, and no one is willing to come to a place like Picheng. There is no profit and it is very dangerous. As for the loss of face of the Golden Buddha Temple...when the Golden Buddha Temple was driven out of Yanzhou, its face was completely lost. There is Huang Tiandao in the north and the inexplicable Yangzhou in the south. Their Jinfo Temple is sandwiched in the middle. If they don’t want to die, they have to survive. In fact, they have also thought about kneeling down, the only difference is that they would earn less money. However, Huang Tiandao conflicted with their beliefs, and Yangzhou did not accept their Golden Buddha Temple. As for where the moisture will go, the Golden Buddha Temple has already thought about it. First, go and civilize the island country in the southeast. If that doesn't work, go to the western continent. Anyway, with the remaining military force of their Golden Buddha Temple, they can still run rampant outside of Kyushu! The time for departure was approaching, so coming to Picheng to deal with such matters was a chore. Zhang Yi joined the sect the latest, but his strength was very high, which made some people dissatisfied with him. After some intrigue, Zhang Yi came to Picheng. What the hell, it’s still time to scheme against each other.
Zhang Yi was also helpless! He just wanted to get rid of the lord of Picheng as soon as possible, rob the lord of Picheng, and then go back early to avoid missing the auspicious time for sailing. Looting was his main purpose in coming to Picheng. Since they were all going to make money, it was natural to kill the goose that laid the eggs. Revenge? That's not an excuse. The ship of the Golden Buddha Temple is so small that it is impossible to fit all the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple on board. In the eyes of the Eight-Minded Zen Master and the living Buddha, ordinary monks are just tools to make money. When the Golden Buddha Temple goes bankrupt, those monks will just have to accept their fate! As these thoughts flashed through Zhang Yi's mind, Buddha's light shone brightly around him, and the majesty of the living Buddha swept across half of Pi City. The people of Picheng saw a giant Buddha emitting golden light appear outside the city, and the Buddha said, "Nangong Zhao, come out to see me!" It was like the sound of a bell resounding throughout the entire Pi City. Needless to say, this was the living Buddha of the Golden Buddha Temple coming to cause trouble for Nangong Zhao. The people in the city suddenly became chaotic, some fled, and some hid in the cellar. The battle between real warriors is the most terrifying thing for them. "Finally, someone decent has arrived!" A pillar of fire emerged from the City Lord's Mansion of Pi City, and inside the pillar of fire there was a man standing on a huge firebird. "Nangong Zhao! You slaughtered my Golden Buddha Sect's disciples without any reason and provoked my Golden Buddha Sect without any reason. Your crimes are extremely heinous. Today, I will avenge my fellow disciples and nephews!" The giant Buddha spoke righteously as soon as he opened his mouth. This is what noble and upright people do, they first elevate themselves to the moral high ground. "How ridiculous!" Nangong Zhao said, "It's obviously an internal fight between the Se Sect and Xiang Sect, but you chose to provoke me again and again! Now you dare to turn the tables on me, how rude!" What is the infighting between the Se Sect and the Xiang Sect? Why the hell didn’t I know there were the Se Sect and Xiang Sect? The Golden Buddha Temple only recognizes money, only the Golden Sect! "You are talking nonsense! It seems that Mr. Nangong is unrepentant. In that case, don't blame me for being rude!" The giant Buddha raised his huge golden palm. "Heh... Bald donkey! This Pi City has been run by my Nangong family for generations. Can you afford to pay for it if I destroy it?" Nangong Zhao flew to ten miles outside the city and said, "Bald donkey, do you dare to duel outside the city?" What is there to be afraid of! Zhang Yi thought that his strength in the Golden Buddha Temple was second only to that of the Eight-Suffering Zen Master, so he brought the Buddha's light and the giant Buddha to Nangong Zhao and slapped Nangong Zhao. The Buddha's light is like the sun, as if a big sun has risen in the sky. One palm carries power like a mountain and an ocean, extremely majestic, and the palm wind is like a small hurricane. It was the "Buddha's Devil-Subduing Palm" of the Golden Buddha Sect, but its power was completely different from the palm that Zhang Qiming imitated! This is the real warrior of the Golden Buddha Temple, also known as the Living Buddha. "Ha! Same moves, and you still say he's not one of yours!" Nangong Zhao sneered when he saw this palm. He also sent a palm with a dragon-like flame to hit this palm. He is the lord of Picheng. Even if he has countless bad habits, he can still rule Picheng. There is no other reason, because he is strong! The raging fire and golden light collided outside the city. Even in Picheng, ten miles away, the roar and huge smoke could be felt. The people in the city only care about not letting the war spread to the city and not destroying their property. It makes no difference to them who wins or loses. It's just changing one person. So when Zhang Qiming came from the north of Yangzhou, he saw from afar the Buddha's light and flames burning each other outside Picheng, turning the originally fertile fields into scorched earth. As for the people around Liangtian, I think they are probably not here. The greatest natural disaster in the martial arts world is real warriors fighting each other.
After glancing around and finding no living people, Zhang Qiming sighed, then observed the real warriors who were fighting. He wanted to see who had the upper hand and whether he could take advantage of it. Upon first glance, he discovered that both of these guys were quite strong. Let’s not talk about the monks in the Golden Buddha Temple for now. I didn’t expect that Nangong Zhao, who loved dancing and ugly women, was actually so strong. He was covered in flames, and the air around him was deformed by the heat. The palm technique in the monk's hand was like the sun, and Nangong Zhao's body was covered in flames like a big fireball. I have strange quirks, but that doesn't mean I'm weak.
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