stjorthotic Chapter 22 Are you saying my Daoist sect has no elders? The Corpse King Celestial Master has arrived
Chapter 22 Are you saying my Daoist sect has no elders? The Corpse King Celestial Master has arrived
Upon hearing this, Huifa sneered, "So you've come to seek justice for your junior."
"Then I'd like to ask, who can help you get justice?"
Huifa was extremely arrogant, and the position of Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain had been vacant for a long time. The Buddhist sect took the opportunity to recruit many disciples and expand its sect.
They consumed a lot of resources from Longhu Mountain.
Now that his cultivation has broken through to the mid-stage of the Dharma Altar, he is not afraid of Zhang Jingheng at all if a fight really breaks out.
Moreover, there is an abbot in the temple, who is a master of the Yuanfu realm.
The strongest members of Longhu Mountain are only at the early stage of the Yuanfu realm.
Zhang Jingheng smiled coldly: "I've kept that in mind ever since that old bald monk from your family stole my demon core!"
My elders will find me a place to dine. As for you? Take this punch from me!
The Golden Light Mantra was released.
This punch came like metal breaking through the earth, with immense force and weight.
Upon seeing the golden light, Guangren's eyelids twitched, and he inexplicably thought of the zombie covered in golden light.
Huifa was not afraid at all. He turned around, put his hands together, and opened his mouth to utter a swastika.
"Heh, my abbot stole your demon core? It's clearly because that demon core has a connection with my Buddhist sect."
Both are at the mid-stage of the Dharma Altar Realm, and neither will go all out in a fight, making it difficult to determine a winner.
Seeing their elders fighting, the disciples of Longhu Mountain and the Buddhist disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.
then.
"Damn you bald monks, Longhu Mountain has tolerated you for far too long! Die, you worthless monk!"
"Bald monk, your Taoist master's ancestor has returned! You're all going to get a beating!"
"You old fox, weren't you beaten enough last time? You've come knocking on my door today?"
"Beat them! These Taoist priests are weak and outnumbered, beat them hard!"
"Hahaha, all your Taoist Celestial Masters are dead, and you bunch of Taoist priests still think you can turn the world upside down? Sooner or later, all your disciples will be poached by our Buddhist sect!"
A fight broke out between about one hundred disciples from Longhu Mountain and more than three hundred Buddhist disciples.
Although their cultivation levels were similar, the difference in numbers was too great, and in an instant, the Daoist sect was surrounded.
But today, the Taoist disciples were all on high alert. Even when they were beaten, they didn't utter a sound, but silently kept it in mind, waiting for the patriarch to come and deal with them.
Zhang Jingxuan and Monk Guangren stood by without making a move, awkwardly watching each other.
"How about we have a friendly spar? It wouldn't be right not to."
"Eat my thunder magic!"
The battle began and escalated rapidly.
The Taoist sect was at a disadvantage overall, as it was outnumbered.
After all, Longhu Mountain is now fragmented, with most of the main disciples being absorbed by other branches, so they rarely suffer losses when facing the powerful and numerous Buddhist sects.
Zhang Jingheng roared, "Mysterious Yang Tempering Thunder Technique!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly shot out, striking the monk Huifa with lightning speed.
The monk was greatly surprised. The Taoist thunder magic was extremely powerful and yang, not only a nemesis of demons and evil spirits, but also a nemesis of some other magic methods.
At such close range, his expression changed drastically. He clasped his hands together, and a golden Dharma wheel appeared on his back.
bang——
With a single blow, Huifa was sent flying, his hands numb and his internal energy churning violently.
In terms of pure cultivation and strength, Huifa is far from being Zhang Jingheng's match.
"Hmph." Zhang Jingheng scoffed disdainfully, "Useless bald monk, return the demon core to me, or I'll make you cry your eyes out!"
He leaped forward, ready to continue.
Huifa got up from the ground, his face flushed: "You old Taoist priest, are you serious? Believe me or not, I'll use my demon-subduing true form to whip you."
"Don't be ridiculous. Your Buddhist magic is even half as strong as my Taoist magic?"
Zhang Jingheng sneered, and a bolt of lightning struck: "In terms of strength, even if we're not talking about one against ten at the same cultivation level, one of my Daoist disciples could easily take on three of you. You bunch of bald monks only know how to bully the weak!"
"So what if I get serious? So what if I hit you? You're just that arrogant!"
boom--
The lightning bolt was about to strike.
Suddenly, a Buddhist chant rang out, shattering the thunder magic.
Incidentally, the Taoist disciples who were fighting nearby were shaken to their core, while the Buddhist practitioners remained unharmed.
Zhang Jingheng covered his ears, turned around and looked at the pained expressions on his disciples' faces, and couldn't help but shout, "You bald monk, if you've got the guts, go fight a true master of my Daoist sect! What kind of skill is it to bully us juniors?"
as predicted.
A fat, big-eared monk emerged from the temple ahead. He had squinted eyes, placed one palm in front of him, and wore a red kasaya.
It was none other than Dingjue the bald monk, the abbot of Puguang Temple and one of the three great Vajras of the Southern Buddhist Sect!
Dingjue is a newly promoted Yuanfu Realm expert, and he can easily deal with some Taoists at the Dharma Altar Realm.
Especially last month, after Zhang Jingheng led his Taoist disciples to kill a centipede demon in its early stages of cultivation, he forcefully seized the demon core.
Taking advantage of his seniority, he overpowered Zhang Jingheng.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, we meet again." He squinted, a smile playing on his lips, but it was a smile that made one feel nauseous.
"Didn't I tell you that the demon core is connected to our Buddhist sect? We're just borrowing it for a while. It's not like we're not going to return it. It's a bit unreasonable for you to bring Taoist disciples here today to demand justice."
"Did you report this to the Bureau of Mystery?"
Zhang Jingheng chuckled and cursed inwardly at this shameless bald monk!
Borrow it for a bit? Is it borrowing or stealing?
And the Mysterious Bureau? Do we need to report our past glory to the Mysterious Bureau? They're just a bunch of guys who want to devour us after our Celestial Masters are in trouble!
"Pah!" Zhang Jingheng spat on the ground, mocking, "Borrow? This humble Taoist won't lend it. Give it back to me now."
"And what do you mean by using Buddhist chants to bully us juniors in the Taoist sect? Do you really think our Taoist sect is a pushover now?"
Dingjue smiled slightly and did not stop the Buddhist chanting.
Instead, he took a step forward, took out a demon core emitting a green glow from his robes, and held it out in his palm:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, according to what you just said, so what if we get serious, so what if we hit your disciple?"
"The demon core is in my hands. Come and try to snatch it!"
Zhang Jingheng covered her ears and stared intently at him:
"Since you insist on bullying the weak, aren't you afraid of our Daoist elders taking action?"
Dingjue laughed heartily: "Does your Daoist sect still have any seniors? You mean those few in the Demon-Suppressing Tower? Can they even get out? You've abandoned the Demon-Suppressing Tower?"
"Or perhaps your Celestial Masters? Or those two red-robed immortals from other factions? Could they help you?"
They're clearly trying to take advantage of your sect.
If it were a true master from Longhu Mountain, he would certainly be no match for him, but Longhu Mountain currently has two capable fighters guarding the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the remaining Celestial Masters have perished.
There is no one left to fight on the main branch of Longhu Mountain.
"So what if I bully you?"
Ding Jue was extremely arrogant.
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly flew in from the sky.
The golden light transformed into a long sword and pierced straight towards him. Dingjue's expression changed, and he hurriedly used his Buddha Palm to block it, but the long sword was easily torn apart and was aimed directly at his face.
He suddenly turned to the side, but his cheek was also slashed by the longsword.
Turning his head, his pupils contracted: "The Celestial Master Sword... The Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain has arrived?"
Didn't they say the Celestial Master was dead?
He turned around abruptly and saw a figure bathed in golden light approaching from afar.