Chapter 298 Is there any Dharma in the world stronger than the Dharma of Tianyin Temple? !

Then he said, "Okay, then Song Daren will receive you."

The party lasted a long time before it ended.

Tian Buyi walked out of the hall and looked back, his face still gloomy. He was holding back a breath in his heart that he couldn't let out.

Su Ru patted Tian Buyi's back, turned to look at Lu Xueqi and said, "Junior Brother Lu is not feeling well, so you should rest early. Old Seven has studied several herbs and is still at Dazhu Peak."

"I'm free anyway. If you need it, come to Dazhu Peak and get it."

"Thank you, uncle-master." Lu Xueqi clasped her fists and bowed. She understood what Su Ru said.

Wen Min stood beside Lu Xueqi, watching the people from Dazhu Peak leave. There was some worry between her brows, "How did it become like this?"

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, but her cold face became even colder. She didn't reveal a single emotion, and her aura of "no strangers allowed" wrapped her tightly.

It made her, the senior sister, feel a little... uncomfortable.

Wen Min sighed softly, [The only one who can melt this piece of ice is Murong Ji, right?! ] Thinking of Murong Ji, Wen Min felt a little anxious.

"What on earth is he doing? It's already so late, why hasn't he come back yet?!"

Lu Xueqi's eyes flickered, full of worry, "I'll go back first."

Wen Min looked at Lu Xueqi's back and sighed softly.

the other side.

A girl in a emerald green dress stood on a huge rock, looking at the endless wilderness in the distance, frowning slightly.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Hui had just run out of the woods with a lot of wild fruits in his hands. Without saying a word, he went up and snatched them away.

He wiped it and handed one to Zhang Xiaofan behind him.

When he saw his father's dark face, he handed him a fruit with some embarrassment.

I wiped the remaining one in my hand, took a bite and it tasted delicious. "Mmm, sweet."

She glanced at Xiao Hui, who was complaining to Zhang Xiaofan, and kicked him over. She pointed her slender jade finger at Xiao Hui's heart and said, "I eat your fruit to give you face, you know."

Xiao Hui rolled his eyes with a look of disdain on his face, then immediately turned over and flexed his muscles.

"You mean, you're strong? You can beat ten of me?!"

Seeing Xiao Hui nod, Bi Yao tapped his forehead and gave him a slap on the head.

Xiao Hui was so angry that his teeth were bared, but he couldn't do anything to her.

Bi Yao was in a good mood. She stretched lazily, looked at the empty wilderness ahead, and suddenly said, "Your name is Killing Monk, right?"

"Yes, I am here to see the young... deputy sect leader."

"Yeah." Bi Yao threw the fruit core towards Xiao Hui. Seeing Xiao Hui's angry expression, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "That bastard Murong Ji wants to defend the southern border to the death?"

"I think he is looking for death. This time, let me save his life and repay his kindness."

Wanrenwang felt helpless and was about to speak when Zhang Xiaofan said, "I'll go. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. You should have a good rest..."

Wanrenwang smiled and said, "Yes, Yao'er, I will go there myself this time, so you can have a good rest."

"I don't want to. I've been lying down for ten years and I can't even move around."

After saying this, Bi Yao saw the people exploring the way ahead coming back, and she waved her hand, "Let's go!"

Southern Xinjiang.

Murong Ji looked at the people walking through Fenxiang Valley, raised his eyebrows slightly, swooped down from the sky, and landed next to Qinglong.

"Saint Envoy Qinglong, long time no see."

Qinglong looked solemnly at the young man in front of him who was wearing a Taoist robe and a linked crown on his head, and was shocked.

"Murong Ji! Why are you…"

Murong Ji looked at the great wizard. In this life, thanks to his intervention, the great wizard was not seriously injured or killed. With a thought in his mind, he looked at Qinglong and asked, "How is Biyao?"

Qinglong did not dare to underestimate Murong Ji and said respectfully: "Miss Biyao has woken up."

Murong Ji nodded, "Yeah, not bad, it's worth our acquaintance."

Upon hearing the news, Murong Ji felt a little touched. A smile from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his body. His heartstrings fluctuated for a moment, and suddenly broke through.

In an instant, dark clouds rolled up in the sky, and within a few breaths, there was a rumbling black cloud pressing down on the sky, and lightning flashed continuously.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and reached the fifth level of Shangqing.

The spiritual energy and evil spirit in the air rushed into the body, and with every breath he took, he was like an ice knife or a rocket.

"Excuse me."

Murong Ji jumped up and seemed to be walking on the sky.

Qinglong's eyes were filled with astonishment as he looked at the body in the air. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. In the brief contact just now, it seemed as if Murong Ji was not a human being.

It was as if he were an ancient god, a living god.

"He is... that is..."

The great wizard looked at Murong Ji's back and kept mumbling something, as if he was praying.

In the sky, Murong Ji was like a whale swallowing a cow, constantly absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, not letting go of any spiritual energy or evil energy, his meridians were surging like a big river, and the three golden pills in his body were flickering. They rotated continuously, throwing away the impurities and leaving behind the purest energy.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck down and instantly spread into Murong Ji's meridians, followed by flashes of lightning one after another.

When the dark clouds dispersed, Murong Ji also disappeared.

Qinglong withdrew his gaze and looked around Fenxiang Valley. There were only ordinary disciples there. Where were the elders guarding it?
At this moment in Fenxiang Valley, any few Shangqing masters could wipe them out!
A surge of anger suddenly emerged in Qinglong's heart, and he sneered, "Oh, a famous and upright sect?!"

After sending the great wizard back to Qilidong, the tribe leader Tumagu expressed his gratitude repeatedly and warmly invited him to stay for one night.

When they were saying goodbye the next day, suddenly, there was a chorus of howlings of wild beasts, and thunders, as if they were beating drums to gather the troops.

Qinglong's heart was shocked and his face turned pale. He looked at Tumagu, and the two of them rushed out of the altar.

After leaving the altar, I saw dark clouds all over the sky. Under the dark clouds, there were countless winged creatures, their wings trembling, and sharp chirping sounds could be heard.

Looking down, the Miao people at the foot of the mountain were in panic, with children crying and women sobbing...

Qinglong looked solemn and said slowly: "You guys, run for your lives."

He took a deep look at the endless demonized birds in the sky and continued, "Qingyun Sect's Murong Ji is now in Fenxiang Valley. You guys go over there now..."

This is the time to escape, how can we care about other things?

Without saying much, Tumagu silently arranged for everyone to escape. Tumagu looked in the other directions, sighed, and called someone over, "Go tell the other tribes, we'll leave together."

In less than an hour, all the Miao tribes gathered together and rushed towards Fenxiang Valley in a mighty force.

The large number of people also attracted the attention of the Winged Clan in the sky, and countless monsters rushed over.

Qinglong flashed and stood in front of everyone. He turned his head slightly and looked at the hundreds of strong men organized by the Miao tribe behind him, and sighed softly.

"It's fate..."

Suddenly, Qinglong realized that there seemed to be one more person beside him. He was startled and turned around, only to see Murong Ji standing beside him at some point.

In an instant, he shuddered all over, [When did Murong Ji's Taoism become so terrifying? ! ]

"I didn't expect that you, the Azure Dragon Saint Envoy of the Demon Sect, would still have some responsibility."

Murong Ji straightened his Taoist hat and said with a smile that it was always a pleasure to see someone who was willing to share some of the pressure with him.

Qinglong let out a long breath, "When my Holy Church was saving the world and saving people, there was no Qingyun yet!"

"I believe."

In just a few words, countless winged creatures in the sky had already swooped down.

Murong Ji waved his hand and countless sword energies scattered out, like a rain curtain, which was even denser than those of the Winged Clan.

One by one, the monsters fell down, and some even exploded into blood mist in the air. No matter how they died, some monsters seemed to have their bodies worn away as they fell, turning into dust and liquid that merged into the sky.

Qinglong then noticed that a Taoist flag had appeared in the sky at some point, fluttering in the wind and making a loud noise.

"Gathering Immortals Banner!"

Looking closely, two gray beads were inlaid at the two ends of the banner of the Juxian Banner at some point.

After coming to his senses, Qinglong discovered that those winged beasts had not even left any corpses behind.

His expression changed involuntarily, "With such brutal means, be careful not to be corrupted by the evil spirit and follow in the footsteps of my sect's founder, the black-hearted old man."

"Thank you for reminding."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of Zen chanting began.

"All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated have uncertain natures and consciousnesses. They develop bad habits and develop good habits. They do good or evil, depending on the circumstances."

"Revolving in the five realms, there is no rest, moving through the ages, confused and entangled. Like a fish swimming in a net, it will be a long flow, escaping for a while, only to be caught again."

"I am worried about people like this. Since you have fulfilled your past wishes and vows, and saved many sinners, why should I worry..."

The Buddhist rhythm was sung as Murong Ji searched his soul and transmitted his voice. Around him and on the Gathering Immortals Banner, rhythmic golden light bloomed.

[This is different from the Buddhist master of Tianyin Temple! ]

Qinglong was filled with astonishment, and the Qiankun Qingguang Ring in his hand was almost broken. In this world, is there any Buddhist heritage more profound than that of Tianyin Temple?

"Namo Amitabha, Dothagata, Dodiyata, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha..."

The sounds of Zen chanting seemed like the will of gods and Buddhas passed down from eternity, which could not be questioned or rejected.

The herd below arrived.

As Murong Ji's countless sword energies were released, they could only repel some of the monsters in the air and on land.

Qinglong exhaled slowly, turned around and swooped down to join the battlefield.

Murong Ji glanced at him and said nothing more. Then he looked up at the Gathering Immortals Banner, which he had refined again.

It almost reached the highest level of his refining skills at that time.

Inside and outside the Juxian Banner, Murong Ji engraved Buddhist scriptures and Taoist talismans to ward off disasters, eliminate evil, and resolve grudges, without missing a single one.

(End of this chapter)