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

   Chapter 82 Heaven and Earth, Four Worlds, Buddha's Palm

   Although it was the first time he saw Hui Yan, he already understood that the opponent must be extremely cautious before choosing such a laborious method, attacking from afar, and conquering the enemy with one move!

  The hearts of everyone sank to the bottom.

   This is out of the category of mortals fighting each other and practitioners fighting, but two immortals fighting!

   At this time, the Zen Master Huiyan, who was standing quietly above, finally said, "Zhuoguang Mountain, Lingshu Temple? Hehe, I really underestimated you."

   "But, so what?"

   "Even if you have all kinds of changes and all kinds of trump cards, you are still not held within five fingers by the poor monk!"

   His voice could not be said to be mighty, but it was clearly passed into everyone's ears.

   Zhang Ming has not spoken yet.

  Qingquan held up the purple-gold red gourd and shouted, "What the **** is Xiaohanshan Temple, stubbornly holding that bald donkey, and the poor Daoist calls you, do you dare to agree? Huiyan! Huiyan! Huiyan!"

The voice of    came from far away, but there was no response.

  Chan Master Huiyan stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back, and suddenly he flicked his fingers downward, and a strong wind came out, like the aurora, and instantly reached the top of Qingquan's head.

   "Senior Brother! Help!"

   Qingquan shouted, and he raised the red gourd again to block the falling wind.

  Boom——

   A huge crash resounded through the valley.

   Zhang Ming and Bai Yao slowly retracted their palms to rescue, only to see that Qingquan had been pressed into the ground, and a long crack opened in situ, forming a deep pit.

  Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. This Zen master named Hui Wan was too strong.

   "Cough, brother, you have to avenge me!"

   Qingquan spit out mud and climbed out of the pit. His face was pale, and he was already injured.

   "Chan Master Huiyan, Pindao is the Lingshu Guanqing emblem, and he is here only to return to the fief of Zhuoguangshan, and he is unwilling to part with you Xiaohanshan Temple!"

  Zhang Ming Wangtian said, "If you give up Zhuoguang Mountain, Pindao can give up the battle today!"

   His opening made Lao Zhangtou, Li Ergou, Guo Xiang, Yin Xue and others know his purpose.

   It turns out that Daoist Hui of Qing Dynasty went out of Lingshu Temple to fight for the fief that was taken away by Xiaohanshan Temple.

   Today's empress, worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism!

   They suddenly understood why.

   Guo Xiang murmured: "Yin Xue, it turns out that Daoist Qinghui and the others were so miserable that they even took away the land they inherited. When I go back, I will definitely ask my father to return the land!"

   Yin Xue nodded: "It should be so."

   However, the figure standing with his hands behind his back didn't think so, but let out a cold smile: "Hehe, Qing Hui, are you a fool to be a poor monk?"

   "Now I am the sword and you are the fish. Why do you negotiate conditions with the poor monk? Everyone, it is getting late, and you have also seen the morning sun today."

   said, he raised his hands for the first time, clasped them in front of his chest, showing a look of compassion and compassion, and sighed: "The poor monk is merciful, it's time to send you back!"

   He stepped lightly on his footsteps, and the whole person flew into the clouds like a somersault.

   At the same time, a vast and high voice came from far away in the sky, as if the sound waves were rushing layer by layer: "Have you ever seen a palm technique that falls from the sky?"

   Above the sky, among the clouds.

  A tiny figure patted his palm, with the palm facing down, seemingly small and weak, but behind it appeared a huge golden Buddha phantom, which also pressed the palm out.

   "The sun rises in the east, and the mountains are stacked on top of each other."

   "The four universes of heaven and earth, Buddha's palm."

   "Qing Hui, you can pick it up!"

Everyone below    changed color.

   They have an intuition, this palm down, I am afraid that it will flatten the top of the mountain and bury the entire valley.

   "My life is over."

   Everyone couldn't help thinking in their hearts.

   But at this time, Zhang Ming took a step forward slowly and took out an inconspicuous purple gold bowl from his cuff.

   "Master Huiyan, since you treated me with the secret method of Buddhism, the poor Daoist will use the techniques of Buddhism, the way of other people, and the body of others, and compete with you, the palm of your hand in front of the Buddha!"

   He reached out and smeared the purple gold bowl.

   "Om (ōng)!"

   Zhang Ming said softly, as if a dull thunder sounded.

   "Well (mā)!"

   When he read the words, there seemed to be morning bells and evening drums in the air.

   "What (nī)!"

   His lips and teeth opened and closed, and there was a tendency of wind and clouds.

   "Bēi!"

   He gently opened his gums, and the mountains and rivers shook.

   "Mi (mēi)!"

   Zhang Ming looked up at the sky, the heaven and the earth were like a galaxy rolling backwards.

  “吽(hòng)”

   He finally said the last word.

   Infinite rays of light rose into the sky from the purple-gold bowl, and at the same time, the purple-gold bowl spun round and round, and the Buddha’s palm that landed upwards greeted him, and the bowl’s mouth turned bigger and bigger.

   In the blink of an eye, there was only a purple-gold bowl left in the sky.

  Shadows fell on everyone in the valley.

  【Purple Gold Bowl】The Tathagata Buddha in the prehistoric world is a treasure of the day after tomorrow. It was passed down in the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, who was reincarnated in Tang Sanzang and traveled to the west. Later, it fell into the hands of Fahai of Jinshan Temple.

boom--

   There was a loud roar in the sky.

   Immediately, Zen Master Huiyan's terrified voice came: "Impossible, what is this! No, don't! Heaven and earth, listen to my orders! Buddha's palm!"

   He "bang bang bang" slapped it in the purple gold bowl, but to no avail, he was sucked by the mouth of the bowl and absorbed into it.

   Zhang Ming patted his palm lightly.

  The purple-gold bowl above the sky and the earth was rotated in the opposite direction, becoming smaller and smaller, and fell back into his hands.

   "Pindao said, if you give up Zhuoguangshan, you can give up the battle today. But why, you don't believe it."

   He sighed softly and took back the purple gold bowl.

  Old Zhangtou, Wu Ming and the others saw that the Taoist priest of Qinghui was so powerful, they couldn't help being shocked, they respectfully bowed to the ground, like kneeling to the gods: "The Taoist priest is so powerful, my blessing!"

  Zhang Ming bowed to everyone: "Everyone's words are serious, but they are just some practice methods, and they should not be taken seriously."

   He said again and again, and everyone stood up.

  Wu Ming and others looked at this, not like they were looking at the Supreme Elder, but like a **** in the sky.

   "If anyone says in the future that the elders are too high, I will be the first to get along with him, insulting my faith, like cutting my path, and I will never die!"

   they thought in unison.

  Guo Xiang's eyes were full of admiration, pinching the corner of his clothes and thinking: "If I can marry someone like Daoist Qing Hui in this life, I...even if I die, I'm willing."

   Turning to her, she seemed to remember something, and a blush appeared in her ears, extending all the way to Yu Nen's neck.

   Yin Xue clenched the knife tightly and said nothing.

  Bai Yao pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Master, you have to practice well, and sooner or later you will be as strong as your uncle."

   Qingquan's face suddenly fell.

   Zhang Ming shook his head and ignored them. Only he himself knew that the power of the Zijin Bowl was actually not as strong as the red gourd in Qingquan's hands, but the red gourd had more restrictions.

   Before the red gourd can be fully recognized as the master, or the Qingquan cultivation base is enough to control it, it needs to rely on the motto "I call you" to exert all its power.

   The purple gold bowl is different. Although it is an acquired treasure, its grade is not as good as the red gourd, but it is better in driving simplicity.

   However, the power he can use now is only around the middle stage of the Yangshen Realm, only one ten thousandth of its full power, and there are many restrictions.

   He looked into the Zijin bowl and sighed, "It is really a chore to recite the Buddhist scriptures for seven, seven and forty-nine days before refining you into sugar water."

   Zhang Ming shook his head and put the purple gold bowl into his sleeve.

   Forty-nine days, starved to death.

  Why bother.

   (end of this chapter)