Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Hui Shi didn’t want to kneel down.

In fact, he had wanted to leave Lotus Temple for a long time, but he had never had the chance before.

After seeing Cui Heng's power, he understood that this might be his only chance in this life, and he must follow him.

But facing the pressure of Zen Master Dekong's powerful momentum, Hui Shi's body was no longer under control.

I can only kneel down and worship.

The Xiantian Grand Master has absolute suppression on those who have not broken through the profound entrance.

You don't need to take action, just stand there and you can make the other party give up resistance involuntarily.

This is the situation that Monk Huishi is facing now.

However, although his body yielded, his mind did not.

"What's wrong with the county minister?" Monk Hui Shi raised his head and looked at Zen Master Dekong, and said in a deep voice, "Can I trouble you to come and take his life in person?"

"Nie Zhan, are you unwilling to even call me Master now?" Zen Master Dekong shouted, King Kong glared angrily, "Then what kind of ecstasy soup did County Magistrate Cui fill you with, so that you turned your back on the sect and forgot about being a master? Upbringing?"

"The grace of raising me?" Hui Shi's face was full of anger when he heard this, and he sneered, "Does Zen Master really think that I know nothing about my life experience and how I came to worship at the Lotus Temple?"

"It turns out you know everything." Zen Master Dekong said with a smile as he suddenly realized, "Amitabha, since you know it, you should be grateful for your deep relationship with Buddha.

"Twenty-eight years ago, your whole family was wiped out. If I hadn't seen that you were still in your infancy and had good bones, and took you into the temple to raise and teach you out of compassion, you would have become food for wild beasts."

"Then why was my family destroyed?" Hui Shi's anger grew. He stood up despite the pressure and gritted his teeth, "My father was killed by you. My mother didn't want to be humiliated and jumped off a cliff to her death. You actually have the nerve to talk about yourself." Show mercy?”

"Amitabha!" Zen Master Dekong clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name. He showed a compassionate expression and said calmly, "Your father Chen Pengju led troops to conquer the barbarians in the north for a long time, shaking the country's foundation. The people of the world are in dire straits. His crimes are extremely evil. He should go back."

"When the Jin Dynasty was first established, there were thirteen states in the world!" Monk Hui Shi asked, "But thirty years ago, there were only ten states left. The horse herding lands in the three northern states were all in the hands of the northern barbarians.

"If my father hadn't led the army to conquer the northern barbarians and take back Fengzhou, how would there be the eleven states of the Jin Dynasty now, how would there be the Qianfeng Mountain that could resist the northern barbarians, and how would there be the Fengzhou pasture that could be used to cultivate cavalry!

"My father defeated the barbarians, restored the mountains and rivers, and made great contributions to the peace of the northern part of the Jin Dynasty. He prevented the barbarians from going south to plunder. How could he be guilty or evil?"

"Amitabha, Chen Pengju, the benefactor, killed countless barbarians in the north, and the killings were heinous." Zen Master Dekong remained calm and said with a smile, "Such killings will cause you to fall into the endless hell.

"Twenty-eight years ago, Master led the crowd to save him and let him go back to atone for his sins and avoid endless suffering. It was an act of mercy and kindness. You should be grateful to Master."

"Those barbarians go south to plunder the Jin Dynasty every year and kill countless men on the northern border. It's useless to plunder women. Killing them is also a crime?" Hui Shi looked at Zen Master Dekong in disbelief, trembling with anger.

"My Buddha teaches that all living beings are equal, and barbarians are also living beings. Killing them is naturally a sin." Zen Master Dekong said calmly with a matter-of-fact expression, "The donor Chen Pengju is indeed guilty. Disciple, please don't be persistent."

"Okay, what a guilty one!" Hui Shi shouted sternly with a livid face, "Back then, my father had already attacked Yunzhou and was about to recover it, but Emperor Jianyan actually issued twelve imperial edicts to recall him to the capital!

"On the way back to Beijing, my father and mother were intercepted and killed by your men. Isn't this a guilty conscience or deliberate murder? Ask yourself, is my father really guilty?"

"Maybe." Zen Master Dekong smiled and said, "Twenty-eight years have passed and you are still so persistent, my disciple. You are really obsessed with it."

"You, you, you!" Hui Shi was so angry that he was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Disciple, if you hate Emperor Jianyan of the Jin Dynasty for recalling your father, you can follow me and serve His Highness King Yan." Zen Master Dekong still had a smile on his face, "I will conquer the Imperial City of Zhongzhou in the future, and I will allow you to do so. Cut off the emperor's head with his own hands.

"Now, as long as you take advantage of the Juhe County Magistrate's unpreparedness, put this packet of medicinal powder into his tea, and then cut off his head, then you can forget about it as a teacher, and you can also go to His Highness King Yan to tell you He made a great contribution.”

"Bah!" Hui Shi spat directly and sneered: "Old man, stop dreaming. The county minister is a god among gods and a compassionate saint who truly wins the hearts of the people. You and that bullshit King Yan will definitely die! "

"Amitabha, you idiot!" Zen Master Dekong shook his head and sighed, then raised his palm and patted the Tianling Cap of Monk Huishi.

At this moment, the originally quiet night sky suddenly brightened up, and an extremely bright thunder light pierced the sky.

Immediately afterwards——

Boom!

Earth-shaking thunder exploded.

Like the wrath of heaven.

The Xiantian Grand Master had already communicated internally and externally, and was very sensitive to the outside world. He immediately felt changes in the surrounding heaven and earth energy.

Zen Master Dekong's gray eyebrows wrinkled and he stopped subconsciously, while an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

As a result, he immediately activated all the innate Qi in his body.

In an instant, a layer of golden Buddha light enveloped him, solemnly and solemnly, as if a Buddha had descended into the world.

"who is it?!"

Zen Master Dekong shouted sharply, feeling inexplicably panicked.

"Meet the County Lord!"

Hui Shi looked surprised and quickly saluted in one direction.

"Get up." Cui Heng walked out slowly in the darkness. He raised his hand to let Hui Shi stand up. Then he looked at Zen Master Dekong and chuckled, "I wonder what this great monk wants with my head?"

At this time, he restrained the power of the golden elixir and only released a small amount of magic power, but even this made Zen Master Dekong feel unfathomable, and the fear in his heart quickly grew.

"Are you a Jue Jing?" Zen Master Dekong looked at Cui Heng with fear and said in a deep voice, "Since the donor is a Jue, he should know what kind of will is represented behind King Yan. Why bother to wade into this muddy water?"

"I'm asking you, what do you want my head for?" Cui Heng walked slowly closer in the night with a strange smile on his face.

"You..." Zen Master Dekong suddenly felt a little frightened in his heart, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He subconsciously took a few steps back, "If you don't want to say anything, I won't force you to say anything and leave first."

As he said that, the golden Buddha light all over his body swelled up, and he was about to jump up and use Qinggong to leave here.

But just as he jumped up, he discovered that there seemed to be an invisible giant hand in the air, and it actually pinched him in the air!

At the same time, the Buddha's light on his body, which was mobilized by the innate true energy and condensed with the vitality of heaven and earth, was also crushed.

The whole person was lifted up in the air like a little chicken.

"God realm?!" Zen Master Dekong was horrified and looked at Cui Heng in disbelief, "How is this possible?!"

Hui Shi next to him was stunned.

Although he had seen Cui Heng's power and had seen Cui Heng perform some bizarre methods, this method of lifting a person up in the air and instantly crushing the innate Buddha's light was also unheard of and shocked him.

"Do you still want my head?" Cui Heng seemed to have transformed into a repeater and asked again.

"No, no more!" Zen Master Dekong shouted in panic, no longer the compassionate monk he had been before.

"How can this be done? I'm ready for it. You can't give it up." Cui Heng said with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and lightly scratched his neck. The head actually rolled down from his neck and fell into his left hand.

However, not a drop of blood came out from either the neck or the head.

"..."

"..."

At this moment, both Hui Shi and Zen Master Dekong, who was lifted up in the air, were stunned. They looked at Cui Heng as if they had seen a ghost, almost thinking that they were hallucinating.

"Zen Master, do you still want my head?"

At this moment, the head that fell into Cui Heng's hands actually spoke. With the same weird smile and tone, he slowly approached, "If you don't like it, I have a lot more."

As he spoke, another head suddenly grew out of his empty neck.

In perfect condition, with a smile on his face.

"You, you, me, you?!" Zen Master Dekong's spirit almost collapsed. The unprecedented fear made him speak incoherently and shout hysterically.

"Don't come over, don't come over! Are you a human or a ghost?!"