Chapter 352

The female Bodhisattva's face darkened slightly. She looked solemn, but people could still feel her rising anger. Lord Zeng, who was standing opposite her and had just successfully intercepted her from kidnapping the monk, was also slightly stunned at this moment. Lord Zeng did not know why this woman wanted to kidnap the monk. At the same time, this woman actually dared to bear the karma of the broadcast punishment and took action.

Of course, it was very likely that the female Bodhisattva only wanted the monk, not to kill him. Therefore, even if she bore the karma, the punishment would not be too severe. But no matter what, Lord Zeng would not allow this woman to take the monk away without informing him first.

The monk stood there without any fear on his face, as if he had never been afraid. But at this moment, the speed of pinching the Buddha beads between his fingers was undoubtedly much faster than usual. Perhaps it was because he needed the protection of his former companions, but they could not help him at all. Therefore, even a monk with a calm temperament would feel a little disturbed.

After all, this kind of feeling was indeed not very good.

The female Bodhisattva's gaze gradually shifted from the monk to Lord Zeng. Through the fight just now, she was clear about one thing. If she wanted to take the monk away, she must first defeat the Lama in front of her.

But in this way, it seemed that her karma would increase a little.

However, the female Bodhisattva seemed to have made up her mind. She slowly walked out of the water and waved her hands gently, but her vision became blurred. It was as if there were countless hands waving around her at this moment, and the sound of Sanskrit gradually rang out around her.

Something called enlightenment or faith was spreading out, and the target was Lord Zeng.

In ancient times, there were both civil and military duels, and it was the same between monks. Since ancient times, China's temples definitely had the existence of martial monks to deter thieves and protect the property of the temple. There were also real eminent monks who specialized in preaching Buddhism and reasoning with foreign monks. If the former was defeated, it meant that the property of the temple might be invaded, while if the latter was defeated, it meant that the orthodoxy and standard of the temple would be lowered.

"She wants to lower the broadcast punishment." The monk reminded. "Ignore her."

The female Bodhisattva wanted to defeat the Gyatso in front of her, so she chose this way of worshipping Buddha. This kind of duel was actually quite dangerous, no less than a duel of souls. That was because if one's faith was weakened or damaged, then that person's state of mind would most likely collapse.

If this duel was adopted, it could be explained as two people verifying each other's understanding and perception of Buddhism. Broadcasting could indeed reduce a lot of karma.

Even without Tyrant's reminder, Lord Zeng would not sit here and discuss Taoism with the female Bodhisattva. Even though the scenery here was good, and even though Lord Zeng was confident in his faith, he did not make a choice that was beneficial to her.

The female Bodhisattva was very mysterious, which sometimes meant a kind of power. But she was not strong enough to be able to push him away. Bodhisattva was completely different from the female Bodhisattva. She was.

The female Bodhisattva was, and the sound of. Bodhisattva., and a. Bodhisattva Buddha. s.

The sound of Buddha, and Bodhisattva Bom. go. Buddha. Bo.

Finally, when one of the female Bodhisattva's bare feet came to the shore, Lord Zeng moved.

He had appeared in front of the female Bodhisattva and pushed out a hatchet just like that. In a duel between real experts, except for those high-level listeners who specialized in body refinement, it was rare to see a scene where one would fight back and forth for 300 rounds. Everyone's fighting style had also become simpler and more efficient because of the increase in their level and the accumulation of experience.

For example, in the beginning, when everyone was a low-level listener or an ordinary listener, they would still pay attention to using the terrain or other external factors to increase their chances of victory or survival. However, at this stage, the interference of external factors was really very small. It could even be said that they were negligible. What mattered now was one's own strength.

Lord Zeng's knife went straight to the ground. He was waiting for his opponent's reaction to decide his next move. After all, Lord Zeng had advanced his soul and merged with the body of a Qin soldier. Although he was a newly promoted Advanced Listener, his combat strength was not to be underestimated.

But to Lord Zeng's surprise, even when the sharp edge of his hatchet was close to his opponent's body, and even beyond the range of the defensive celestial device or Gang Qi, the female Bodhisattva did not react at all.

All of a sudden, Lord Zeng seemed to have understood something. The monk behind him was also taken aback. It was obvious that both monks had understood something.

But it was too late.

Because his opponent had used an overt trick!

"Puff …"

Lord Zeng's hatchet pierced the female Bodhisattva Buddha's chest, but she did not bleed. Even her face was still solemn, as if the pain could not bother her at all.

However, at this moment, the female Bodhisattva's reflection on the surface of Erhai slowly solidified, changing from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one. An identical woman emerged from the water and slowly stood up.

The female Bodhisattva who was stabbed by Lord Zeng slowly knelt down, forcing Lord Zeng to kneel down as well.

What Lord Zeng stabbed was not her real body, but her Dharma Deity. The Dharma Deity contained the female Bodhisattva's understanding of Buddha and her perception of Buddha. Therefore, Lord Zeng's knife naturally did not make her bleed, but it was like a provocation. When you stabbed the Dharma Deity, the Dharma Deity would naturally drag you into a battle of perception.

To put it nicely, it was a debate. To put it bluntly, it was a person using his own worldview to attack another person's worldview. In essence, it was even crueler than a real physical fight.

She.

She had been holding back all this time!

The newly emerged female Bodhisattva smiled. Although her face was a little gloomy and her body seemed a little weak, it was still not difficult for her to capture an experienced cultivator even if she pulled out her Dharma Spirit and trapped Lord Zeng in the state of Dao discussion.

The monk put his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha."

The opponent's method was indeed marvelous. The monk thought that he would probably fall for the trick if he was in Lord Zeng's position. However, before he was taken away, the monk seemed to want to satisfy his curiosity.

"Can you tell the Poor Monk why you want to take the Poor Monk away?"

The female Bodhisattva did not answer. In her eyes, the monk was already a turtle in a jar. Even if the monk could find a way to advance to the Advanced Listener level, it would still take some time. Moreover, she could stop the kidnapping at any time.

Lord Zeng and the Bodhisattva Deity were sitting and paying their respects to the Buddha. Even if they knew that they had fallen into the trap, they dared not be distracted. A slight mistake could very well lead to their demise.

When the female Bodhisattva's hand was about to touch the monk, a red light suddenly appeared. Then, a scarlet Heavenly Thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

The female Bodhisattva slapped the red light away with one hand, but she did not dare to ignore the Heavenly Thunder. She had to retreat more than ten meters and spread her hands. When the Heavenly Thunder fell, her body became a conductor and completely guided the Heavenly Thunder into the Erhai Lake, causing silver snakes to dance on the surface of the lake. Soon, a large number of electrocuted fishes and shrimps floated on the surface of the water.

Tyrant frowned slightly. It was obvious that the other party had purposely diverted the Heavenly Lightning to prevent himself from getting hurt. It was obvious that the other party didn't want to kill him and was even deliberately protecting him from harm. However, what was the other party's purpose in capturing him?

"Hey, female Bodhisattva, are you trying to capture my master to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"

The chubby Fatso had arrived with a scarlet peach wood sword flashing beside him. The Heavenly Thunder just now was also guided by him.

The female Bodhisattva was a little hesitant. This time, she was really hesitant because her Lord Fashen originally wanted to hold Lord Zeng back. However, with the appearance of another high-level listener, her Lord Fashen was held back by Lord Zeng instead. Moreover, when she wanted to summon Lord Fashen back, she could sense that Lord Zeng seemed to take the initiative to continue to hold her back. It seemed that the discussion of Dao would not be separated by day and night.

Without the support of Lord Fashen, the female Bodhisattva did not have much confidence to face another high-level listener with the strength of her current body.

However, the next moment, the female Bodhisattva looked at the monk and said very seriously,

"Follow me, I will help you advance."

"What a joke. Does my master need your help to advance?" Fatso walked to the side of the monk and reached out to pat the monk's shoulder, meaning not to be afraid, the Fat Lord will protect you.

At this moment, the female Bodhisattva sighed slightly and looked at the monk reluctantly. She seemed to be a little regretful, but she still said to Lord Zeng, "Let me go."

This was a sign of admitting defeat. She chose to leave.

However, Lord Zeng did not choose to let go of his Lord Fashen.

Fatso pursed his lips and said, "Do you think this is a B, where you can come and go as you please?"

After saying that, a chess piece appeared in Fatso's hands and he threw it into the air. This was the intention of setting up a formation to make the female Bodhisattva stay.

But soon, the smug smile on Fatso's face froze. This was because when he was about to set up the formation, three Bodhisattvas of different genders appeared on the muddy ground beside them, in the reeds, and on the surface of Erhai on the other side.

"F * ck, how many people did Brother San bring?" Fatso could not help but panic. The situation of two against one suddenly turned into four against two. Damn it, what is the meaning of this? Why didn't they come out just now?

At this moment, the monk reminded them, "They are even more panicked than we are."

Indeed, although the four Bodhisattvas looked dignified, they looked exceptionally solemn. There was even a hint of fear in their eyes because they had already noticed that a wisp of consciousness belonging to a high-level listener in China had swept over them.

One of the Bodhisattvas immediately said,

"Finish it quickly!"