I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

"impossible."

The old monk shook his head: "Everyone in the world is in the sea of ​​suffering, and only I, the Buddha, can overcome it."

The young Huiming monk came to the other party: "Is it the master of Lingguang Temple?"

"My Faxin is indeed a disciple of Lingguang Temple." The old monk asked, "Are you a disciple of Bodhi Temple or Zhongyue Temple?"

Monk Huiming folded his palms together: "In terms of origin, the disciple came from Zhongyue Temple, but he is not a disciple of Zhongyue Temple."

The old monk Faxin looked him up and down: "No wonder he became a heretic, but it's a pity that he has a good talent, and the pearl is covered with dust."

"I don't dare to be a poor monk." Huiming said.

"I want to save the world here, how do you treat me?" asked the old monk Faxin.

Huiming shook his head: "Under the rule of the Lord of Chang'an, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Although we dare not say that we have reached the other shore, at least we have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Nonsense."

The old monk Faxin said: "If you are not on the other side, you are in the sea of ​​suffering. Only by following the guidance of my Buddha can you cross the world to the other side. The rest are evil demons and heretics. They will only use their sensuality and charming eyes to make people fall into hell forever!"

"Buddha is in everyone's heart, and everyone can become a Buddha." Monk Huiming shook his head: "If the way is different, we will not seek each other. The poor monk has no intention of arguing with the master, but just wants to ask the master to leave this place."

"You are worse than the heretics of Zhongyue Temple. You have already entered the evil way at a young age."

The old monk Faxin did not get angry, but looked at Huiming with deep regret:

"You don't save the people from the sea of ​​suffering, but you still stop the old monk from helping them, and you just sit back and watch them sink deeper and deeper."

"My Buddha is not your Buddha, Master, please." Huiming made a "please" gesture.

The old monk Faxin looked at the people in the city and nodded.

He went out of the city with Huiming.

The little monk followed all the way outside the city, and then heard his master say: "Stop, don't get close, and pay attention to yourself."

"Yes, Master." The little monk obediently stopped.

In the distance, the old monk Faxin and Huiming also stopped when they were far enough away from the city.

Both of them performed the same movement, palms together and eleven salutes.

And as they clasped their palms together, the air between the two suddenly stirred up a burst of dust.

"Go ahead." The old monk Fa Xin said.

"It's better to be respectful than obedience. Please forgive the poor monk for being rude." The little monk Huiming did not refuse, and raised his hand and clenched his fist.

As soon as he punched out, it seemed like a Mount Sumeru rushed straight towards the old monk Faxin.

The old monk Faxin stood still.

Taos of golden splendor emerged, surrounding him and forming a Mount Sumeru.

It is taller and more majestic than Huiming's!

Two Sumeru Mountains are colliding with each other.

Huiming's punch was useless, but he took a step back.

On the Mount Sumeru of the old monk Faxin, a crack appeared, shaking in place.

But his body didn't move, the crack on Mount Sumeru disappeared quickly, and he recovered intact.

"The cultivation base is very solid, rare, rare." Fa Xin's eyes became more regretful: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Master, please advise." Huiming's face remained unchanged, and he threw out both fists.

When he opened and closed his fists, it seemed to form a handprint.

When the old monk Faxin saw this handprint, he was slightly taken aback.

The Sumeru Gold Mountain, which he protects, was immediately full of cracks after being punched by Huiming!

The powerful force made his figure even shake.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Monk Faxin shouted the Buddha's name, and the Sumeru Gold Mountain that enveloped him suddenly disappeared.

Dots of golden light permeated the air, as if turning into light mist.

Looming in the mist, there seems to be flowers falling from the sky, and lotuses growing on the ground.

Huiming's fist seal can knock the opponent's Sumeru Mountains apart, but it can't break through the golden mist.

The mist is like a cloud of impermanence, and it dissolves Huiming's fist seal that collapsed Mount Sumeru into nothingness.

Huiming was not surprised.

The reason why he made the move first as the old monk Faxin said was because he knew that the opponent in front of him had reached the eighth realm of Buddhism, the realm of impermanence.

The seventh state of Buddha Armor is called Sumeru, where the will turns into Mount Sumeru, with infinite thoughts and infinite power.

Manifest Mount Sumeru in actual combat,

The attack and defense are integrated, the defense is strong, and the attack is fierce and powerful.

And the eighth state, impermanence, Xumihua mustard, impermanence, impermanence, between changes, not subject to restraint by the opponent, or restrain the opponent.

At this time, the old monk Faxin displayed the mystery of impermanence, seemingly gentle, but he dispelled Huiming's enormous power.

"Only at the seventh level of cultivation, it's a bit of a mystery to be able to manifest the immovable root seal with the Sumeru Fumo Fist." The old monk Faxin looked pale, and instead sighed: "In terms of talent, you can compare with the little one." Compared with the disciples, he is even higher than the old monk, but it is a pity that he has fallen into the evil way, if you follow the right way, your future will be limitless!"

Huiming said: "Master, the award is too high."

He was in Chang'an City these days, seeing all kinds of phenomena in the world, and he had a comprehension of Buddhism, so he had this punch that made the old monk Faxin admire.

However, unable to break through the impermanence of the opponent, Huiming withdrew his fists and used his fist seals to protect himself.

Because he knew that the old monk Faxin was going to fight back.

Sure enough, the haze in front of his eyes swept towards him in turn.

Monk Huiming used the Sumeru Fumo Fist to manifest the root seal of immovability.

But the soft mist still came to him through the Huiming fist seal.

A bodhi tree stretched out from the light and mist, and then a branch pointed towards Huiming's eyebrows.

Huiming had no choice but to retreat.

But the bodhi tree branch extended infinitely, approaching Huiming's eyebrows.

In the past, Yun Mo, a martial arts master who fought against the eighth realm, Huiming can deal with him by relying on his own superior and exquisite inheritance.

But now, what he is facing is the old monk Faxin who is not inferior to him at all.

At this time, it reflects the embarrassment of going out of the country to overwhelm the dead.

Huiming's talents are outstanding, and he can win the Dharma heart steadily in the same realm.

It's a pity that to some extent, "impermanence" is restraining "sumeru".

Therefore, it is difficult for Huiming to lose his temper when facing the old monk Faxin.

The old monk Faxin firmly gained the upper hand, forcing Huiming to retreat again and again.

Fortunately, at this time, there was a dragon chant from a distance, and half of the sky suddenly became hot.

"Master, Ziri Jiao!" The little monk shouted.

"It's not the Ziri Jiao, but a demon who has practiced the transformation of the Ziri Jiao."

The old monk Faxin still looked at Huiming: "No wonder you are so obsessed with it. It turns out that you are hanging out with a group of demons."

"The old thief is bald, dare to act wild in Chang'an?" A big purple sunset in the sky fell.

In the flames of the sun, a purple dragon stretched its body, and rain-like purple flames rained down on the old monk Faxin.

The old monk raised a hand to the sky and raised his index finger.

The tip of his index finger seemed to turn into a green lamp.

A little light emits thousands of rays of light, covering the surroundings in brilliance.

Under the enlightenment of the spiritual light of Buddhism, the needle-like purple flames were all shattered by the spiritual light and exploded in mid-air.

Waves of spiritual light even tore through the sea of ​​purple flames and shone towards the Ziri Jiao itself in mid-air.

Ziri Jiao was shocked, and quickly moved away.

In his rage, he spewed out streaks of purple flames, turned into a wheel of fire in mid-air, and smashed his head at the opponent.

However, the old monk Faxin still radiated his spiritual light with one move, and the brilliance was everywhere, smashing the purple fire wheel.

At the same time, Lingguang continued to attack Zirijiao.

The old monk was full of spiritual light, and Bodhi was wise at the same time. With one against two, he suppressed Huiming and the old devil Ziri.

Zirijiao roared again and again, monk Huiming didn't say a word, but they were all overwhelmed by old monk Faxin.

However, at this moment, the old monk's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked up into the sky.

The clouds there were suddenly stained with blood.

An old man dressed in blood slowly fell from it, and stared coldly at the old monk Fa Xin.

"Are you the Lord of Chang'an City?" The old monk Faxin looked solemn.

"How can you alarm my Majesty?"

The person who came was the blood shadow old devil. He looked down at the old monk Faxin, his eyes became colder and colder: "Dare to invade Chang'an, you will never want to leave this place today."

"It's not a pity for me to die, but I must save thousands of living beings here, from the sea of ​​suffering, and from the scourge of you demons!" The old monk Faxin said in a deep voice.

Huiming sighed at the side: "Mage, it is His Majesty who restrains and restrains, and the practitioners of the magic way in Chang'an never hurt others."

"It's just a false appearance to deceive the world, and the fangs are only temporarily hidden." The old monk Faxin was unmoved.

The blood shadow old devil above snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, little monk, just take him down!"

As he spoke, the old devil turned into a blood phoenix, and rained blood from above.

The old monk Faxin covered the top with the impermanent Buddha light.

The blood rain fell on the light mist, and it really couldn't continue downward.

But the blood rain condenses and does not disperse, and has never been wiped away by the light and mist.

As soon as the old monk Faxin's complexion changed, he saw hundreds of blood streaks extending from the blood phoenix in the sky and falling down, blending with the blood-red raindrops in the light mist.

Then, thousands of blood threads seemed to be alive, and they kept drilling down, trying to pass through the light and mist.

The impermanent haze of the old monk Faxin keeps changing, trying to dissolve the bloodshots, but it has no effect.

He lifted his finger up a little again, and the spiritual light shone everywhere.

Wan Dao's aura, like a sharp blade, cut off the blood streaks.

However, the broken blood thread did not dissipate, but reconnected with the blood phoenix's wings.

So the more the aura was cut, the more bloodshot it would be.

The old monk Faxin had no choice but to force Huiming and the old devil Ziri back with a bodhi branch, then the bodhi branch went up, and the top point pointed at the head of the blood phoenix.

The blood phoenix hangs in the air, neither dodging nor dodging, allowing the bodhi branch to pierce into his head.

Like bleeding, a large amount of blood flowed from the head of the blood phoenix.

But the dirty blood didn't scatter, instead, it spread along the bodhi tree branches and slid down as if alive.

The target is directed at the old monk Faxin himself.

The old monk's expression became more and more serious, and he made a decisive decision and broke off the bodhi branch on his own initiative.

The blood no longer spread downward, but rose upward instead.

Swallow that linden branch, and bring the other party back to take back the blood phoenix's head.

All the blood was withdrawn, and Phoenix's head returned to its original shape, as if it had never been injured.

His wings vibrated a few times, and then he saw a bodhi branch, which was broken into several pieces, joined together, and turned into a claw of the blood phoenix.