Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 124 Thank the Master for paving the way for me

   The next day, the bells were still ringing.

   Zhang Ming finished his breakfast, opened his eyes of immortality and looked again. The head and limbs of Luohan Jin's body have been dyed black, only the chest position is not affected.

   That is where Zhang Xiaoyi lives.

   Today, Zhang Xiaoyi is his destiny.

   He went to the yard for a while, only to feel that the black chains were wrapped around his body, which made his spirit a little heavy, like the feeling of being **** with sandbags in a previous life.

   "Forget it, Little One, let him go!"

   Zhang Ming decided with a smile.

  The chest trembled, giving up the last reserved space and letting the golden ripples infiltrate it.

   In the blink of an eye, the golden body turned black.

   "Hehe, aren't you coming yet?"

   Zhang Ming looked at the mountains in the distance, and waited for a while. Seeing that there was still no movement, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Miss Yin Xue, since he won't come, let's go."

   Yin Xue held the knife and said respectfully, "Yes."

   Then, she went down to inform Che Jia, Guo Xiang, and Su Tan’er that they would be ready to travel soon.

  Zhang Ming and the others got into two carriages, left Nanxun Town, and headed for the narrow mountain road.

   "I'm so patient, I was waiting for me."

  The direction of the vehicle is exactly where the bell sounded.

  The sound of the hooves of the horses and the squeaking of the carriages spread far and wide in the ethereal mountains.

  The crowd quickly crossed a hill.

  The carriage stopped suddenly, and in the valley in front stood two groups of soldiers, a total of thirteen people.

   Zhang Ming lifted the curtain.

   In another car, Guo Xiang had already cried out in surprise: "Xiahou Chun, why are you here?"

   I saw a military attache walking out of the soldiers. It was Xiahouchun, the commander of the light cavalry in Nanling City.

   "Miss, my subordinates were ordered by the city master to set off one day earlier to clear the obstacles and clear the way."

  Xiahou Chun replied solemnly.

  Guo Xiang, Yin Xue and others were suddenly stunned.

   No wonder, apart from the seven black-clothed killers, they did not encounter any monsters or bandits. It turned out that Guo Liqing had already made arrangements and had already swept the road.

   "Qing Hui Daoist, this..."

   Guo Xiang got off the carriage and asked for directions.

  Zhang Ming waved his hand and ordered, "Since City Lord Guo arranged it, let them accompany him."

   He could understand that Guo Liqing wanted to help Lingshu Guan on the one hand, and to protect Guo Xiang on the other hand.

   However, people have many eyes.

  Xiahou Chun should be trustworthy, and most of the people he brought are his cronies, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be no secrets among the twelve soldiers and two coachmen.

  These dark sons may come from Buddhism, Taoism, or aristocratic families.

   After Zhang Ming agreed, he continued to sit in the carriage and closed his eyes to meditate. Xiahou Chun joined the team.

   A group of 19 people set off again.

   Through the valley, the bells grew louder. After a while, Zhang Ming suddenly said in the carriage, "Stop."

  Yin Xue understood instantly, pulled out the long knife, landed in front of the car, and looked at the mountains and forests ahead alertly.

  Xiahou Chun didn't know why, but he still ordered the first time: "Alert! A group of three! A front and a second middle, Bing Ding has two wings, but there are changes, there is death but not life!"

  The twelve soldiers spread out in an instant.

   Zhang Ming got out of the car and couldn't help but glance at him. The execution and cooperation of these soldiers are not like ordinary city defense, but more like a well-trained army.

   It seems that this Xiahou Chun is not simple.

  clang——

   A loud bell rang from the mountains and forests.

  This time, everyone heard clearly.

   Zhang Ming said with a smile: "It's a great pleasure to have friends from afar. Come, let's go and see!"

   After saying that, everyone walked slowly, stepped into the forest, and soon saw a dilapidated temple.

  The three characters "Mingjing Temple" are written on the temple.

   There is an ancient hanging bell in front of the door, and an old monk is beating it loudly at this time.

   Zhang Ming's eyes fell on him, and it seemed that it was this person who was eroding and waiting for him with the sound of the bell.

  This old monk has long eyebrows and long beards, wearing a gray robe, looking very simple. When he saw everyone coming, he loosened the bell and wiped his hands on his robe.

   Immediately, he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, all benefactors, poor monks are polite."

  Xiahou Chun drew his knife in his hand and reminded: "Qinghui Daoist, Miss, according to the information of the city lord's mansion, there should be no temples in this Wutou Mountain, there may be tricks!"

   Zhang Ming nodded and said with a smile: "This master has waited for me for so long, and I don't know what to call him?"

  The old monk with long eyebrows showed a charitable smile: "The poor monk Xiaohanshan Temple Xuanjing is here to ask for advice."

   "Oh, Xuanjing?"

   Zhang Ming raised his brows and asked, "It is said that in addition to the abbot Xuanci, there are thirteen people in the Xuanzi generation in Xiaohanshan Temple. Could it be that Master Xuanjing is one of them?"

   It seems that Xiaohanshan Temple intends to kill itself in the middle of the road, in the name of preserving the thousand-year-old temple.

   It's just... Is he really Xuanjing?

  The county governor of Dongling County has already sent the Heijia army to surround Xiaohanshan Temple in the current imperial decree.

   Or, he is not from Xiaohanshan Temple at all, but he just killed himself under the guise of his name.

  Xuanjing said: "The poor monk has left Xiaohanshan Temple a few years ago, and went out to travel. He is not in the roster of the temple, so the Taoist priest does not need to guess."

   Zhang Ming looked directly at the other party: "Since he has left Xiaohanshan Temple, what is the master here for?"

Between the    greetings, the content has not been tested.

  The atmosphere instantly became a little dignified.

   "Although the poor monk has been away from Xiaohanshan Temple for many years, his heart has always been to Xiaohanshan Temple."

  Xuan Jingli smiled and said in front of the bell, "I heard that the Taoist priest of Qing Hui wants to go to Xiaohanshan Temple to ask about the level of Buddhism. The poor monk is not talented, so he came to send the bell to the Taoist leader of Qing Hui."

  Clock, that is, the end.

   Sending the clock, that is, sending the clock to the end.

   Zhang Ming squinted his eyes slightly: "Great monk, you won't be rewarded without merit, how about keeping this clock for yourself?"

   At this time, everyone sensed the chill between the two. Xia Houchun and the others pulled out their knives and surrounded them on both sides; Yin Xue held the knives and stood in front.

   "Hehe, the name of this bell awakens the world, but it can suppress the primordial spirit of the world. Under the sun god, all are like ants!"

   Xuanjing laughed in a deep voice, and reached out and patted the bell.

  clang——

   The bell roared.

  Xiahou Chun and the others trembled, as if they were struck by a heavy hammer, they vomited blood, and flew backwards.

   Yin Xue's shoulders shook, almost unbearable.

   Guo Xiang and Su Tan'er were farther away, and their face paled instantly, and fell to the ground.

   A circle of gossip light spread out, enclosing everyone in it, protecting them from being hurt by the subsequent bells.

  The heaven and the earth are not benevolent, and the wind is behind the strange door!

   Zhang Ming looked coldly at the old monk opposite, but before he could make a move, he saw a shadowy world appear in front of him, with a dilapidated temple standing inside.

  The old monk stood in front of the temple gate, holding the Awakening Clock.

   And Xia Houchun, Yin Xue, Guo Xiang and others have disappeared, or can't appear here.

   Zhang Ming looked at his body, it was pitch black from bottom to top, this was the contaminated golden body of Arhat.

  This world is somewhat similar to the yin and yang fantasy of Xu New Year's of the Hehuan Sect, it is an illusory world. Only primordial spirits, golden bodies or special things exist here.

   "Monk Xuanjing, is this your method?"

   He looked at the old monk opposite again.

   The sky in this world is gray, like a rainy day, which makes the old monk a little gloomy.

  However, Xuan Jing folded his hands together, and his body exuded the brilliance of glass, like some kind of Buddhist secret technique.

   "Qing Hui, your Yuanshen golden body was used once in Nanling City, how could the poor monk not be prepared?"

   He smiled and said, "How about it, under the suppression of the Awakening Bell, how much ability do you still have?"

   He rang the bell for a whole night before he locked up this person's primordial spirit. It was incredible.

   In the middle, he thought he was successful a few times, but he felt that the awakening clock was shaking, and he was about to be freed by the other party.

   As a last resort, he has been ringing the bell until now.

   Now he is finally confident.

Zhang Ming felt the weight on his body, and he felt stiff even when he raised his hand, and he smiled without fear: "Old monk, do you know that my method is not a primordial spirit, nor is it a supernatural power of Taoism, but a real secret of Buddhism, Luohan. Golden body!"

   Xuanjing frowned: "What do you mean?"

  Zhang Ming continued to laugh and said: "To be honest, Pindao is now only a life-shaping realm, not a Yang God. The biggest difficulty for a Pindao to promote Yang God is this golden body."

   "This is the golden body of Buddhism, which runs through the body and soul as one, manifests inside and outside, and is incomparably tyrannical. However, the poor way is the way of cultivation, how to integrate it into one!"

  Yangshen, Yangshen, is the primordial spirit born from the self-appointed personality. At that time, Buddhism and Taoism will collide, and the two gods will become the biggest obstacle, or even backlash.

   It turned out that Zhang Ming was willing to be polluted by the other party's awakening clock, and his idea was to use his treasure to clear the obstacles.

  Xuanjing snorted in his heart: "This is a golden body? You are borrowing a poor monk's bell to corrode your Buddhist golden body! But, how can you know my Buddhist magic??"

   Zhang Ming said with a dark smile: "Pindao would like to thank the master for his kindness for opening the way!"

   Xuanjing's face was ugly, and he couldn't help but shouted: "Since you lost your golden body, it's just right for the poor monk to kill you!"

   said, he raised his hand and pressed it out.

   The palm shadow like a mountain appeared in front of him, gray, like a Buddha photographed from the sky.

  Boom——

   Zhang Ming's body was submerged in the shadow of his palm.

   He watched quietly, without evading in the slightest. In fact, he was restrained by Awakening World Bell and could not dodge.

   However, after the mountains dissipated.

   He stood there, unscathed.

   Xuanjing couldn't help shouting: "This is impossible, you can ignore my full force with a palm!"

   Zhang Ming said with a labored smile: "Old monk, what other means do you have, you might as well continue to use it."

  Xuanjing's face was heavy, and he suddenly waved his hands to shoot three-style mountain-like Buddha palms from left, right, and above.

   The rumbling sound passed.

   That Taoist man was still standing there, unharmed.

   "Hehe, are you tickle?"

  Zhang Ming sneered, "Old monk, eat some food and show your true skills! Even if this golden body of Arhat is polluted, how can it be hurt by your external force!"

  Xuanjing's old face turned a little red. What's more, he even used up the strength of breastfeeding when he was young. However, it is impossible to break the other's tortoise shell.

   "Qing Hui! I fought with you!"

   He roared loudly and slapped the wake-up clock next to him.

   Only heard the sound of bang resounding between the sky and the earth, the gloomy sky seemed to set off surging waves. Countless golden rays of light emanated from the clock, turning into a circle of ripples.

  OM——

   Zhang Ming immediately felt his body tremble, as if a majestic force was bombarding his chest, and he flew out backwards.

  Xuanjing was not feeling well either, and his face was pale.

  This world was originally a world transformed by the awakening bell, and now, he is ringing the bell with his primordial spirit.

   Every time you knock, it's like knocking the world with your life.

   Although the lethality is huge, he is also attacked by himself.

   Zhang Ming shook his head and stood up with difficulty.

   Xuanjing gritted his teeth, and suddenly clapped his hands again, which was printed on the Awakening Clock, followed by one palm after another.

  Boom——

  Boom——

   The whole world seemed to be torn apart, and the gray clouds formed a tsunami and fell down.

  Zhang Ming was knocked to the ground by the sound of the bell, and his jet-black skin "呲呲" cracked.

  The golden body of Arhat had been corroded overnight, and the monk Xuanjing had fought for his life, and finally could not hold it any longer.

   However, Xuanjing vomited blood, dyed red in a gray robe, looking hideous and terrifying.

   He sat on the ground with his back against the Awakening Clock.

  The bell finally stopped.

   "Cough, old monk, a bit of a skill..."

   Zhang Ming was weak, but he stood up tremblingly, his body covered with cracks like porcelain.

   Xuanjing's eyes widened: "You...you're not dead!"

   He broke down a bit.

   What kind of evildoer is this, so resistant to beatings.

   Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Old monk, Pindao is really thankful for you more and more, knowing that this golden body is a burden for me to advance to the Yangshen realm, I still struggled to break it."

   His whole body was shaking like a sieve, and the skin that was mixed with gold and black fell off, exposing his internal organs.

   "Pfft—"

   Xuanjing vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

   "Damn it! I was desperate to kill you, but... I still made a wedding dress for you!"

  The old monk couldn't bear it any longer, he slammed his head into the wake-up bell, and his body was shaken into flying ashes.

   The wake-up clock roared like never before.

   A huge crack opened in the sky, and a black hurricane fell from it, which is the power to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

   Xuanjing did not hesitate to die together, using his Yuanshen as a sacrifice, but also to inspire all the power of the awakening clock.

   "Old monk, what kind of hatred do I have with you?"

   Zhang Ming looked at the rapidly approaching hurricane, sighed, and immediately grasped the void.

   "I have a sword that can kill heaven and man!"

   He suddenly let out a long whistle and clenched his hands tightly, only to see the pieces of the golden body of Arhat that fell off the ground, flying piece by piece, gathered in the palm of his hand, forming a sword.

  The body of the sword is golden and engraved with black patterns.

   Immediately, he stretched out his hand to hang the sword on his waist, and slowly pulled it out, every inch seemed to be opening the world.

   Inheritance of the Demon Lord - Slaying the Heavens and Drawing Swords!

  Intense light bloomed in his hand, and in the light there was a sword shadow splitting the sky and the earth, slashing straight down.

  The hurricane splits in two like sea water. A bottomless gap appeared in the sky and the earth.

  Boom——

  The sound of the bell came to an abrupt end.

   Zhang Ming had a flower in front of his eyes, and he had already appeared in the mountain. In front of him was the collapsed temple and the dying old monk. Awakening World Bell trembled behind the monk.

   Guo Xiang, Xia Houchun and the others looked at him with horror, what happened just now?

   They only felt that Daoist Qing Hui and the old monk looked at each other, and the other vomited blood and slumped to the ground.

   is the battle of the primordial spirit, there is no time?

  The old monk breathed hard and said, "Amitabha, even though the poor monk... dies, Buddhism will not die..."

  Zhang Ming said, "If all Buddhists are as obsessed as you are, then the poor way will destroy Buddhism!"

   As soon as the voice fell, the old monk in the gray robe had closed his eyes, and his primordial spirit sat down, leaving his body empty.

  Xiahou Chun's eyes tightened: "You killed him? This...this is the supreme powerhouse of the Yangshen Realm!"

   He had to be shocked. At this time, it was no less than Nanling City, which had the two-meter dust formation to rely on.

   Zhang Ming said nothing, waved his hand to reveal a long sword with golden black stripes, and slashed forward.

  The body of the old monk was instantly annihilated into dust.

  PS: Thank you for your company during the New Year’s Eve, and wish you all the best in 2022

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