Chapter 620

In the City God Temple of Shing Wong, a scholar in dire straits was telling a group of children about myths and strange stories.

"The Emperor of Jiuhua descended from the sky and said that this monster was his guardian beast that had sneaked into the Mortal World. He asked you to be merciful and allow him to bring it back to his cave residence and discipline it …" The scholar's face was yellow as he pretended to be polite. "Well, if you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter."

The children were disappointed. One of them asked, "Sir, is it because the monsters of the gods and Bodhisattvas eat humans and only need to be disciplined? Then other monsters will be killed?"

The scholar was stunned and did not know how to answer. He had told stories for so many years, but this was the first time he had experienced it from this perspective. It seemed to be a perfect distillation.

Children were innocent and rarely influenced by worldly affairs, so they could see the problems that adults took for granted.

He was about to explain when he heard the sound of water and the collapse of the embankment.

…

The river flowed eastward, passing through the mountains and through the plains, from the Middle Ages to the Great Jin Dynasty and the North Zhou Dynasty. It was a terrain that had not changed much.

The Hidden Treasure of the Zhen Wu Sect was in Jiangxin Yuan, but its exact location was unknown. Mengqi narrowed the range to a three-thousand-mile stretch of water according to the clues left by the Great Emperor of Zhenwu and the rumor that the founder of the Zhen Wu Sect had obtained the impartation. After arriving, he slowly flew high in the sky and observed the subtle changes of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He combined the method left by the Great Emperor of Zhenwu to try to find clues of the entrance.

After searching for a while, Mengqi suddenly found that the embankment in front of him had been washed away by the river. The white waves smashed the water gate and poured into a city, sweeping away many people. The prosperous world of mortals had turned into a country of water. Everywhere, there were tragedies of broken families. Fathers lost their sons, wives lost their husbands, and children lost their mothers. The atmosphere of grief and despair condensed into "dark clouds".

Beams of conveyance light stood in the air. The experts of the Exterior were either saving people, recuperating the water, or repairing the city's restrictive spells. Each of them was using heaven and earth to show their extraordinary power.

"Splash!"

The waves surged and a woman struggled in the muddy water. She held a wooden basin with both hands, in which a crying baby was less than a year old.

The water became more and more violent, and waves came one after another. The woman gradually could not hold on any longer. Her body became heavy and cold, and she was about to sink with the basin.

Gritting her teeth, the woman pushed the basin away and was swallowed by the flood. She only had one thought in her mind. She hoped that the experts of the Exterior high in the sky could save her child as soon as possible.

Such tragedies happened in many places flooded by the flood. Although the experts of the Exterior realm had a large number of people under their control and were able to rescue many victims at once, there was a gap between rescue and resettlement due to the lack of containers that could hold people. It was difficult for them to take care of all the people for a while.

After discovering the tragic events happening one after another, an Exterior expert in a loose robe took a deep breath and revealed his Houtu Dharma Form. He clenched his fist and gathered all his strength to strike down from the sky.

Bang! "

The fist absorbed the Yin Yang Qi and grew bigger and bigger. Then, it hit the embankment and cut off part of the surging flood.

The Wu Qi in Temple fist grew bigger and bigger. The Shen Qi of Wu Qi. of Wu, of. of

Of. of of Academy Emperor of the Mused Yang Clan of Sect. Master of Cultivators of Feng of King Suddenly, the water surged and the waves separated. A monster dozens of feet long emerged. Its body was like a snake, with four legs and small horns on its head. It was a Jiao Dragon!

Right at this moment, the floodwaters suddenly surged, and the waves split apart to reveal a monster that was hundreds of feet long. Its body was like a snake, and it had four legs and a small horn on its head. It was a Flood Dragon!

The flood dragon opened its mouth and a wave of water surged into the air, turning into a whirlpool. It was going to swallow the Exterior expert in the loose robe whole.

So it was a Great Demon stirring up trouble! Meng Qi suddenly understood. He waved his left hand and opened his sleeve. The world suddenly became dark. The victims who were trapped in the flood flew into his sleeve one by one. Nothing was left in the flooded land except for the flood dragon.

Seeing the power of the Sleeve World, the Jiao Dragon knew it was not good. It twisted its body and was about to drill into the depths of the river.

Mengqi held a five-colored divine sword in his right hand. He gently slashed down.

"Bang!"

The moment the Jiao Dragon entered the water, he felt dizzy as if he had hit an iron plate. Then, he felt the void around him layer by layer. It was like a cage and shackles, suffocating him. He used all his strength and used many Heavenly Skills, but he could not break free.

"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, please spare my life!" The Flood Dragon rolled its eyes and suddenly made a pleading gesture.

Mengqi looked at the mess of the city below and felt the loss of many lives. He said with a sullen face, "You didn't listen when they begged for their lives."

Sensing Mengqi's strong killing intent, Jiao Dragon knew it was useless to beg for mercy. He snorted and said, "I'm the mount of the Great Wisdom Monk of the Hanchan Temple. I sneaked out of the temple when he was in seclusion and caused this mistake. The law-enforcing monks of the Hanchan Temple will deal with me. There's no need for you to overstep your authority. Do you want to offend the Hanchan Temple?"

"The Great Wisdom Monk is the disciple of the Maitreya Buddha and one of the four Great Sage monks of the real world. You have to consider the consequences if you want to kill me!"

He secretly crushed a collar.

Mengqi put on a fake smile and said, "The Maitreya Buddha is the Buddha who saves the world and is merciful. Why would he support a monster like you who kills people?"

Seeing that Mengqi's will was unshakable, Jiao Dragon shuddered and hurriedly said, "The Maitreya Buddha doesn't care, but the Great Wisdom Monk will. The last time I snuck into the mortal world, I had eaten a lot of blood. He also asked me to go back and punished me to face the wall and reflect for a hundred years … You, you, what do you want to do?"

Mengqi couldn't be bothered to listen anymore and decided to take action.

At this moment, a clear light flashed in the void and a white lotus appeared. It slowly bloomed and turned into a lotus seat. A young novice monk with red lips and white teeth but a strong aura was sitting on it.

As soon as the young monk appeared, he shouted, "Benefactor, please show mercy!"

Seeing the young novice monk, Jiao Dragon acted as if he had seen his family. He pretended to cry and said, "Senior Brother Hai Jin, save me! He wants to kill me! "

The young novice monk, Hai Jin's expression turned serious. He pointed at the swamp country below and said, "Look at what you've done. I don't know how many sins you've committed. If you don't make up for it this time, I'll be the first one to come after you!"

He turned to look at Mengqi and sighed, "Benefactor, he's the mount of the Great Wisdom Monk of the Hanchan Temple. He used to be a demon king that brought disaster to a region. His wild nature is hard to tame, that's why he kept committing mistakes. Sigh, it's also because of the Hanchan Temple's lack of discipline. I've sinned so much that he snuck out of the temple. Please hand him over to me and bring him back to the temple. I'll discipline him strictly so that he won't dare to commit any more crimes."

"Just strictly discipline him? The people of this region died in vain? "As the flood subsided, Mengqi pointed at the mess below without any expression.

The young novice monk, Hai Jin, said "Amitabha", "The dead are gone, but he's still a living creature. Benefactor, how can you harm a life just for revenge?"

"The Hanchan Temple will hold a Water and Land Dharma Assembly here to release the souls of those who died in vain, so that they can enter the Pure Land as soon as possible. In return, he'll do good deeds and make up for his sins. Isn't it better to just kill him?"

"That's right!" Jiao Dragon nodded his head repeatedly. Senior Brother Hai Jin was indeed sharp-tongued.

Mengqi pondered for a while and asked, "This isn't the first time he snuck out of the temple, right?"

"Yes, it's the fault of the Hanchan Temple. We'll definitely discipline him strictly in the future," Hai Jin said frankly, repeating what he said before.

Meng Qi suddenly broke into a smile.

"Again and again. Your Hanchan Temple can't teach well, so I'll teach for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Celestial Parting Sword in his right hand shook, and the cage of void around Jiao Dragon suddenly shrunk.

"Save …" The flood dragon only had time to cry out once before it was crushed into a pile of meat paste by the layers of the void. The remnant of its will reverberated, with disbelief and inconsolable horror.

He didn't give face to the Hanchan Temple at all!

Not giving face to the Hanchan Temple was equivalent to not giving face to the Great Wisdom Monk, and not giving face to the Great Wisdom Monk was equivalent to not giving face to the Maitreya Buddha!

Hai Jin was too slow to stop Meng Qi in time. There was a ripple in his heart and anger appeared in his eyes, "You, you're so cruel, you don't have any mercy at all!"

"It's already dead. Wouldn't I be able to make up for it by reciting the Sutra of Expiation and doing more good deeds? Wouldn't I be as merciful as you?" Mengqi said with a faint smile, using what Hai Jin had said before to reply.

"You, you!" Hai Jin was speechless for a moment.

Mengqi continued, "Could it be that you want to punish me? How can you avenge a living life for the dead?"

Hai Jin restrained his expression and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice, "You're too murderous and like to fight violence with violence. Why don't you follow me back to the Hanchan Temple and face the wall for ten years to dispel this hostility?"

"You're too naive, Little Master." Mengqi shook his head and smiled. Seeing the flood receding, he opened his sleeves and shadows flew out and landed lightly in the city. "Look, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I have many pagoda to protect me and dispel the hostility. Why do I need to face the wall?"

Hai Jin said in a low voice, "You're twisting words and forcing logic!"

"Twisting words and forcing logic? I'm not a Buddhist. Why can't I fight violence with violence? " Mengqi scoffed, "I've seen Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even Maha Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. I don't know how much higher they are than you, but they've never said such words to me. Go back and ask the Great Wisdom Monk."

Having said that, Mengqi stepped on the Somersault Cloud and flashed out of the city. He continued his search for Jiangxin Yuan. Hai Jin saw that he easily subdued the Jiao Dragon and knew that he was no match for him. His expression changed for a while and he left resentfully.

After a few days of searching and observing the changes in the Qi of Heaven and Earth, Mengqi finally found the location of Jiangxin Yuan. He used the secret method left by Zhenwu Great Emperor to go deep into the river and open the entrance.

Mengqi was not greedy, lest he seriously damaged the course of history. He looked at Jiangxin Yuan where the Xuanshui flowed and left a secret karma link at the entrance. Once someone entered, he would be able to sense it immediately and arrive through the air.

After leaving Jiangxin Yuan, Mengqi flew out of the river. Suddenly, he had an idea and took a step back.

One step was a thousand miles.

Seven monks appeared in front of him. The leader was Hai Jin. The other six monks had colored glaze on their skin. They were either Arhats or Bodhisattvas.

"The Great Wisdom Monk invites you back to the Hanchan Temple for a chat," Hai Jin said loudly.

The six Bodhisattvas and Arhats each opened their right hands, each holding a fragment of a golden talisman. There was a word on each fragment, written in Sanskrit:

"Om", "Ma", "Ni", "Pad", "Mi", "Hum"!

Six-syllable Sanskrit Sanskrit? Mengqi's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

…

At the entrance of the Tomb of Chunyangzi, three beams of conveyance light landed. The Conqueror took the lead with his tall and strong body. Gourdo and Su Daji followed closely behind.

With a slash of his blade, the entrance opened. The Conqueror was about to move forward when he suddenly stopped. It was because a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged in front of the Tomb of Chunyangzi's Dragon-breaking Stone. He did not have the imposing manner of a single man who could hold the pass against ten thousand enemies, but his concentration and devotion made people's hearts palpitate.

"Not bad …" The Conqueror whispered. A smile appeared on Gourdo's face.