Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 74 The True Man of Pure Yang, Lu Dongbin

"Haha..."

Fahai looked up to the sky and laughed, killing intent in his eyes like the water of a big river. He raised his hand and patted it on the top of the boy's head. The boy suddenly bleeds from his orifices, which is extremely miserable.

Fa Hai kicked him out with a kick, turned and took a step. The five fingers spread out and grabbed to the inspiration king who was one step away from the dragon gate.

The Great King of Inspiration was terrified, and the suffocation of death made his demon spirit tremble. However, with the Dragon Gate in front of him, how could he give up willingly. He gritted his teeth, aroused his whole body strength and rushed in.

brush!

Fahai's palm was grasped by the Great King of Inspiration, and the Great King of Inspiration exploded in his way, and it turned out to shake Fahai's palm apart.

At the same time, his body passed through the splendid dragon gate. His excitement and arrogant laughter spread through this world.

Fa Hai was expressionless, "I said, you can't turn a dragon."

Before he finished his words, he clenched his fists, stepped forward, and struck the dragon gate with one fist. The dragon gate shook, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was boiling.

Fahai's fists lingered on the Buddha's light, punch after punch on the dragon gate. Colorful brilliance splashes like juice...

The boy who fell into the Fairy Lake climbed out of the lake with difficulty. When he saw Fahai's crazy behavior, the corners of his eyes were red and his liver and gall were cracked.

Longmen is an extremely powerful magic weapon, this...

He didn't know how to describe Fahai's crazy actions.

The Great King of Inspiration passed through the dragon gate, however, the power of the dragon gate was dissipated by Fahai, and he could not absorb enough power to transform the dragon.

"Dawei Tianlong, Da Luo Fa curse, Vajra Buddhas, descending dragon!"

Fahai speaks the truth, and the light of the Buddha fills the earth. Eighteen arhats surrounded him, and the golden Buddha light lingered around him, like a real Buddha descending, it was extremely sacred.

"Break it to this seat!"

Fahai's fist just rubbed the space and twisted it, smashing it on the dragon gate with unmatched power.

Click!

The crisp voice suddenly sounded, especially clear, suppressing all the voices of this world.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes almost popped out, and he muttered to himself, "How is this possible, how is this possible?"

He couldn't believe that Fahai actually smashed the dragon gate with his fist. The crack on the dragon gate spread rapidly, and in the next moment, it completely shattered under his dull eyes.

boom!

The violent breath swept away, and the colorful brilliance that filled the sky was washed away.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The boy completely collapsed, and screamed out loud.

The Great King of Inspiration who passed through the dragon gate turned around and looked at Fahai stupidly, Dou's big eyes filled with panic and anxiety.

Fa Hai's icy eyes locked him, "Inspiration King, I said, you have no chance to transform the dragon."

"Please, please don't kill me."

The Inspiration King was extremely frightened and his teeth trembled when he spoke.

"Leave you?"

Fahai raised his finger to the white bones on the shore of the Fairy Lake, "I let you go, who will let them go?"

Inspiration King's body is stiff and cannot be refuted.

The mana-gathered hand covered the body of the Great King of Inspiration, shattering his body. When the boy below saw this scene, fear spread to his limbs, turning into a stream of light and fleeing into the distance.

Fa Hai turned around and was about to chase him. Suddenly, a very domineering aura enveloped the Fairy Lake.

Someone else is coming.

brush!

The pure white sword light flashed across the void, pierced through the boy's body, and tore his body with a sharp aura.

The boy stopped and turned his head to look away.

At this moment, a figure flew from a distance like a comet.

Fahai looked intently, and the man was dressed up as a Taoist, handsome and handsome. He carried a long sword on his back, immortal spirit Ling Ran, awe-inspiring righteousness overflowing all over his body.

This person is extraordinary.

The boy saw the incoming person clearly, and said in a daze, "So it's you."

As soon as the voice fell, his body dissipated.

"Amitabha! The poor monk has seen the donor."

Fahai folded his hands together and bowed slightly. He squeezed a finger and paid back to Fahai, "The master's mana is profound and admirable."

Fahai smiled faintly.

"Does the master come from the Western Paradise?"

He asked curiously.

"Poor monk Fahai, from Jinshan Temple."

"Jinshan Temple?"

He looked shocked, "Master, you are actually a mortal body?"

"Exactly."

Fahai nodded slightly.

The Taoist was so shocked that Fahai smashed the dragon gate with the body of a mortal, killing the inspiration king. If he hadn't intervened, the boy would have died at Fahai's hands.

"The poor monk doesn't know the name of the donor."

Fahai's voice brought Taoist thoughts back to reality.

"Pan Dao Lu Dongbin, named Chunyang Zhenren."

He introduced himself modestly.

Fa Hai raised his eyebrows and looked at Taoist in surprise. He didn't expect that he was actually Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals.

"It turns out to be Chun Yang, the poor monk is disrespectful."

Lu Dongbin smiled heartily, "Master is too polite."

After he finished speaking, he looked serious and honest: "The master can shatter the dragon gate with the body of a mortal and kill the inspiration king. It is really admirable."

Fahai folded his hands together, "The real person is ridiculous, and the poor monk's low power is nothing."

Lu Dongbin smiled and said nothing.

Fahai scanned the surroundings, and then said, "Holy man, the poor monk has an unsympathetic request. Please agree."

"Master, please say."

"The poor monk wants to take the water from the fairy lake to alleviate the drought in the Jinshan Temple, and the undead of the people who have been persecuted by the Great King of Inspiration will ask real people to help."

Fahai makes an extremely sincere request.

There is no reason why Lu Dongbin would refuse a great merit.

He readily responded.

Although Fahai and Lu Dongbin met for the first time, he still trusted Lu Dongbin very much.

After a brief exchange between Fahai and Lu Dongbin, he threw a golden bowl to fetch water from the Fairy Lake. Fairy Lake is really mysterious, no matter how much he absorbs, the water level of Fairy Lake has not dropped a bit from beginning to end.

Fahai held a golden bowl with his left hand, and put his right hand on his chest to salute Lu Dongbin, "The real man, the poor monk is leaving first."

"Master, Shan Dao has something to say to you."

"Real people, please tell me."

"Master, you killed the Great King of Inspiration and shattered the Dragon Gate. Don't you fear that the Bodhisattva will blame it?"

Fa Hai's face does not change his color, "If Guanyin Bodhisattva really pursues the blame, the poor monk would rather not cultivate this Buddha."

True person Chunyang moved slightly, "The master has true temperament and admiration. If it is not for the master, I really want to drink with the master, not drunk or return."

"Invited by a real person, the poor monk responded. It is a drought, and the poor monk dare not make fun of the lives of the people."

Fahai said sincerely: "When the poor monk is all right, he will definitely ask a real person to drink."

"Okay, then it's settled, Master, don't regret it."

"The monks don't speak any words."

After all, Fahai drove Fayun quickly to leave Fairy Lake and flew towards Jinshan Temple. Lu Dongbin looked at the distant figure of Fahai and muttered to himself: “It’s really amazing that there is such a genius in the Jinshan Temple on earth. He is very different from the Buddhists whom I have encountered in the past, and he is eclectic. A person worthy of friendship."

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