Chapter 977: Devil-Subduing Pestle

Chapter 977: Subduing the Demonic Pestle

After listening to Master Chang Xing's words and seeing Zhang ǎohuā retracting his moves, the Arhat Formation also stopped. Knowing that the formation had been broken, all the monks looked ashamed on their faces.

"Just wait," Master Chang Geng said expressionlessly: "Remember, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Although Ren Shaoxia is not old, he has great martial arts skills and a rare internal strength. You have underestimated the enemy from the beginning."

"Thank you, Master, for your teachings."

The eighteen monks clasped their hands together, bowed and stepped back.

Chang[Pig][Pig][Island] Novel ww.zuhm Next to Master Geng, it was Meng who ran over eagerly and asked softly: "How is it? You're not hurt?"

Zhang ǎohuā nodded slightly at her and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior sister, for your concern."

Meng pursed her lips and smiled and said no more.

A monk in green clothes with a heavy face walked quickly to Master Changxing and whispered a few words in his ear. Changxing raised his white eyebrows and was a little surprised. He looked at Zhangǎohuā inadvertently and gave some instructions. The monk walked away again.

Zhangǎohuā was a little strange. He must have had something happen in Dalin Temple. However, he didn’t cause trouble himself. Master Changxing had no reason to doubt him.

Zhang ǎohuā’s rare openness of heart

"Okay, ǎo Donor, I didn't expect you to break this Arhat Formation so easily. It really exceeded my expectations." Master Changxing said with a smile.

"Master, I have to thank you for your kindness. If there are a few more people, ǎozi will never be able to break the formation." Zhang ǎohuā said modestly.

Master Changxing smiled and said: "This Arhat formation is based on nine, with at least nine people, followed by eighteen, twenty-seven, and up to eighty-one people. I wanted to get enough twenty-seven people, but it's a pity. , the requirements for the monks in this Arhat Formation are really high. The eighteen people whom the donor saw just now grew up together, ate and drank together, and practiced together. I don’t know how many people were eliminated among them before they were selected. These eighteen people came together to achieve the same goal. Alas, even so, just now, if the disciple turned a deaf ear to the benefactor's long sword, he might not be able to be ignored when the center of gravity of the formation shifted to him. The donor was easily broken, only...between life and death, who can be blamed?"

Zhang ǎohuā suddenly understood, nodded and said: "Master is right."

"Okay, no more talk. Does the donor want to take a rest?" Master Changxing asked: "Your teacher Jingyi also took a half-day rest that day.

Just move on to the next one.”

Zhang ǎohuā gave a deep sigh and said, "That's fine. The leader has learned from his mistakes. How can the disciples not follow this?"

"Well, very good. I have some secular affairs to deal with. The donor will rest for now. I will wait for a while before I turn around and go through the customs again."

Afterwards, the two masters stood up and headed towards where the cold wind originated.

Zhang ǎohuā and Meng were sitting under the tree, accompanied by a monk who knew their guests.

"Haha, it turns out something happened at Dalin Temple. Why do you keep asking me to rest? You even used Master Jingyi's allusion."

Zhang ǎohuā looked at the monk making tea and asked: "Excuse me, Master, Kong Chan...where did senior brother go?"

"This..." The monk was a little embarrassed and said, "Uncle Kong Chan Master has something important to do. Maybe the donor will be able to see him soon."

Zhang ǎohuā was speechless, but Meng blamed him: "Why...why are you creating so many troubles? What are you planning to do to break the barrier? The leader of the church didn't say anything. There is no reason for Dalin Temple to see our embarrassment."

"Haha, it was precisely because of the embarrassment in the past that the leader didn't specifically warn me. Think about it, the leader mentioned me as a protector disciple for no reason. Didn't he just value the strength of my arms? Even my background is the same. Don't ask? Now that I think about it, she has already made up her mind. Even if I don't break into the battle today, she will still want me to help her gain face in the future. "

The dream was also a sudden one, but no, on that day at Yixiang Peak, she was only happy to meet Zhang ǎohuā again and get permission from the leader of the religion, but she had thought less about these details. Now that Zhang ǎohuā talks about it, isn't this the case?

"But... you don't need to gamble with the inner strength and mental skills of our Chuanxiang Sect. If the leader of the cult knows about it, wouldn't it be..."

Seeing Meng worried about himself, Zhang ǎohuā felt hot in his heart and said: "This... although it is a bit thrilling, I don't know what is scary about the next two levels, but... the leader has passed these three levels, and she thinks I can I'm qualified, maybe I'm really qualified, this internal skill and mental method is just a bet, if I don't lose, can the leader still scold me?"

"Besides, do you think the inner skill and mental method that the leader gave me is the most advanced mental method in our Xiang Sect?"

The dream is silent.

"It's not a big deal for Dalin Temple to get an advantage. Master Changsheng can tell the leader that our Dalin Temple has seen your internal skills and mental methods. What happened to your guardian disciple? Hehe, if you don't tell me, I If you don’t tell, who can know?”

Meng rolled her eyes at him and said, "Your abacus is really sound."

"That's right, I am the one known as Jin Abacus in the world of martial arts...Ren Xiaoyao"

After a meal, Master Chang Xing and Master Chang Geng turned around again, with a hint of gloom in their eyes, but with smiles on their faces, saying: "ǎo Donor, have you had a good rest?"

Zhang ǎohuā stood up and said: "Thank you, master. I have rested. Please give me some advice."

"Okay." Master Chang Geng smiled and waved his hand.

The gates of Dalin Temple were wide open, and a middle-aged monk wearing moon-white monk robes, holding a weapon similar to the sword embryo in Zhangǎohuā's hand, slowly walked out.

Zhang ǎohuā's eyes first fell on the monk's face, and he was slightly startled. Isn't this the Monk Kongchan he saw on the mountain just now?

When his eyes fell on the weapon in Kong Chan's arms, he was even more surprised. He saw that the weapon looked like a long sword, but it was not a long sword. If it was a sword embryo, it was a hundred times more complicated than the sword embryo.

The top of the weapon is something like the tip of a sword, but it is divided into four edges. Next, there is an uneven convex and concave section. The convex and concave are engraved with strange flower patterns. The flower patterns are divided into several ǎo segments, each ǎo There are slightly bulging fine lines separating the segments. Next, there is a handle, which should be the place where the hand is held. Finally, there is the head of a statue. The statue's face is very ferocious, with teeth bared and a ferocious abnormality.

Knowing that Kong Chan was the host of the second level, Zhang ǎohuā walked up to him with Prajna in hand. After the two of them bowed, Kong Chan said, "Donor Ren, I didn't expect that my martial arts was so advanced that I could easily break the Arhat Formation. I have no choice but to see the benefactor’s martial arts.”

Zhang ǎohuā nodded: "It turns out that Master Kongchan is also a disciple of the Dharma Protector. I was a little rude just now."

"By the way, what is the weapon in Master's arms? Why does it look different from ordinary long swords and other objects?"

"Haha" Kong Chan held the handle of the weapon with one hand, and with a flash of green energy on his face, he waved the weapon and said proudly: "This is a treasure passed down from the immortal path of Dalin Temple thousands of years ago. Its name is Jiangmo Pestle. It is a sharp weapon in the hands of my disciples who protect the law."

"The Demon-Conquering Pestle?" Zhang ǎohuā suddenly realized that he secretly put a ray of spiritual thought on the Demon-Conquering Pestle. Sure enough, there was a lot of heaven and earth energy pulsating on the Demon-Conquering Pestle, from top to bottom, from inside to inside, and I know how many talismans have been blessed. The bumps and fine lines are all the vibrations of the talismans.

"But I don't know what's so special about this demon-subduing pestle? Please give me a lot of advice, senior brother Kongchan."

"Haha, this Demon-Conquering Pestle is used by the outsiders to protect the Dharma. It is a treasure for subduing demons and eliminating demons. The beauty of it is not something that the poor monk can fully know. It is embarrassing to say that in the hands of the poor monk, this Demon-Conquering Pestle can only Used as a general weapon, the only special thing is that in the hands of a poor monk, the pestle is as light as a lamp grass, but when it hits the evil monk, it is as heavy as a mountain."

"Bah." Upon hearing this, Zhang ǎohuā took a breath of cold air and said, "My dear, are you still... not satisfied with such a thing? You took the lamp grass yourself and hit... me as heavy as a mountain. This... This magical weapon of immortality is really...indescribable."

"Moreover, this is obviously a weapon used to bully the martial arts with the magic weapon of the immortal way. Who can beat you?"

Zhang ǎohuā muttered to himself, but now that he had reached the second level, Zhang ǎohuā had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, "That...Senior Brother Kongchan, I am not a crooked person...this demon-subduing pestle hit me." , it can’t be... as heavy as a mountain, right?"

Kong Chan glanced at Zhang ǎohuā, half-smiling but not smiling, and said, "Donor, please come forward and give it a try and you will know."

"Forget it." Zhangǎohuā waved his prajna, took a step forward, and said, "Since it is a famous treasure of Dalin Temple, wouldn't it be a pity if we don't see it?"

"It's easy to say, let's give it to the donor, but the poor monk will take action."

"Please, please, please"

Zhang ǎohuā said three words of invitation, and Nakong Chan really took action. His face was filled with green energy, and he lifted the magic pestle easily. With a "buzz" sound, the concave and convex parts of the magic pestle also made a terrifying sound. The vitality around Zhang ǎohuā was surging, and it was pressing down on Zhang ǎohuā. Before the Demonic Pestle could get closer, Zhang ǎohuā felt difficulty breathing, and a kind of pressing pressure from the top of a mountain was hitting his forehead.

"Okay." When Zhangǎohuā saw this, he was also worried about winning. He shook the Prajna in his hand and pointed at the front of the magic pestle with reluctance to admit defeat.

Kong Chan didn't shy away. He didn't move the magic pestle at all. The "snap" sound was extremely slight, even lower than the Prajna hitting the long stick. But then, there was another "crunch" of subtle friction. The sound can make people’s ears tingle. It’s really the sound of the tip of Prajna’s sword sliding on the demon-conquering pestle.

It is said that Zhangǎohuā handed out Prajna and stabbed the Demon-Conquering Pestle. However, the Demon-Conquering Pestle was indeed as Kong Chan said, heavier than a mountain. Zhangǎohuā’s arms were a little sore and numb, and the tip of the sword could not withstand it. "Teng Teng Teng" took a few steps back, and the green light flashed through the Demon-Conquering Pestle again, and its weight increased a bit. The tip of the sword against the Demon-Conquering Pestle slid forward, making a harsh sound.

"This..." Zhangǎohuā was shocked: "Isn't this magic pestle weighing more than 20,000 kilograms???"

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