Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 1792. Chapter 1792

In the early morning of the next day, when the sun fell on Ziyang City, a light of Buddha landed in Ziyang City along with the dream of sunrise.

The light of the Buddha spreads like a lotus, revealing a slender monk in white clothes, his appearance is handsome and beautiful, like a green lotus.

If it is a crowded place, he may stop making noise immediately because of his presence. He is naturally peaceful and can infect the world.

Unfortunately, the place where he fell was the broken street where Xianyun Tower was located.

The strong smell of blood has not dissipated until now, there is already a famous ghost street in Ziyang City. Legend has it that in the middle of the night, you can hear the howling of ghosts and wolves, miserable sounds, and no one wants to clean up the corpse.

The prosperity faded away, leaving only the inexhaustible blood and the bare bones after being pecked by a bald eagle.

The white-clothed monk is holding the prayer beads, with deep black eyes, sweeping around.

After a while, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, with his right hand embossed a Buddhist seal of compassion on his chest, and his left hand turned the Buddhist beads.

The holy Buddha light radiated from him, like a peaceful holy light.

The blood of evil spirits in the air was swept away by the light and was immediately expelled. The blood-filled air became fresh again, and white light clusters floated out of the bones.

Whoosh whoosh!

The injustice of countless bones turned into merit and escaped into his body. When he opened his eyes, there was a bright and unsullied luster flashing.

It made those eyes look deeper and more holy.

The right hand stretched out, and the soft white fingers changed, and the seal of compassion for the heavens and the people turned into the seal of Buddhism.

The scenes once witnessed by the wronged souls appeared one by one, shining away on the dilapidated streets.

Soon, he found the picture he needed.

That was Xiao Chen, fighting against everyone, beheading enemies one after another.

The picture changed again, and the black-clothed Luohan was escorted by a group of people, kneeling to the ground, beating constantly, enduring all kinds of torture, and said nothing.

On the other side, Aunt Bai and the three elders quickly discussed and decided to sell them.

After he knew the ins and outs, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was quite interesting.

“Scatter!”

The monk in white groaned softly. He had just sucked into his body, the soul that had been washed away from sin, turned into a light and shadow and flew out of his body.

He actually didn’t want these pure souls and merits, but released them.

If the Buddhists were here, they would be surprised.

Buddhism practitioners cultivate merits and beliefs. They don’t want merits and save others for free. What they seek.

Only when you look closely, you will find that with the departure of those souls.

His eyes, as well as his body, seemed to have been washed once, becoming more pure and peaceful.

“Unfortunately, such a good opportunity was actually missed.”

The monk in white sighed lightly, turned into a Buddha’s light, and disappeared here.

The dilapidated streets that were originally overwhelming and full of blood and evil spirits have been completely renewed, like a land of birth, full of thriving aura.

Today is the day when Ziyun Pavilion auctions Venerable Great Yuan Pill. After a day’s fermentation, the news has already caused a huge sensation throughout Ziyang City.

Slave auctions are not uncommon, but the people of Ziyang City and the venerables of the Great Yuan Pill Realm are unheard of and unseen.

Imagine that if there can be a Venerable Master of the Great Yuan Pill Realm as a slave, it really doesn’t feel too good.

Almost all the rich and noble people in the city flocked to the city and prepared a lot of spirit jade to bid.

More, it is watching the lively warriors.

Can’t afford it, open your eyes and watch the excitement, it’s okay.

And it is rumored that this black-clothed Arhat is closely related to Xiao Chen, and this auction is a joint effort by the three major sects and Ziyun Pavilion.

I want to wait for Xiao Chen to show up and let him throw himself into the net.

Judging from the fact that Xiao Chen guarded Xianyun Tower for his friends, many people guessed.

Even if he knew it was a fire pit and a trap, Xiao Chen would definitely come.

No, it’s because he is Xiao Chen, this one only stayed in Ziyang City for a few days. However, everyone knows the name of Xiao Chen in white clothes. Most people who watch the excitement actually come for him.

In the upper corner of the Ziyun Tower, Aunt Bai, and the three elders of the Burning Moon Sect, the Ice and Snow Villa, and the Wind-Riding Tower, looked down below and could see everyone in the hall clearly.

“Damn, that guy, he hasn’t appeared yet.” The white-robed old man at Ice Snow Mountain Villa frowned, a little impatient.

The old man in Tsing Yi said: “Don’t worry, he will definitely appear, but he will definitely avoid our eyes and ears. If we find out so easily, then he is not Xiao Chen.”

Beautiful woman Aunt Bai gritted her teeth and said: “As long as that kid shows up, this Ziyun Pavilion will be his burial place. I have dispatched all the masters of Ziyun Pavilion and hide them everywhere.”

In addition, the three major sects have also redeployed and transferred masters from the sects.

Not only in the Ziyun Pavilion, there are people everywhere, and even outside the Ziyun Pavilion, there are disciples from various sects lurking in secret.

As long as Xiao Chen appeared, he would be unable to escape. This was a mortal situation.

“Let’s start the auction, I don’t believe him, he won’t come out.” The red-clothed old man of the Burning Moon Sect said coldly.

Bai Yi nodded and made a gesture, and someone secretly began to arrogantly immediately.

Everything is being executed according to plan, orderly and fast.

Soon, the black-clothed Luohan was pushed out, tied up with chains, and appeared on the booth in a humiliating manner.

Wow!

The crowd immediately boiled, and all kinds of screams were endless.

He is really the venerable of the Great Yuan Pill Realm, Ziyun Pavilion’s publicity is true, and all of a sudden many potential buyers are excited.

The auction host smiled and said: “As everyone knows, today is my big day in Ziyun Pavilion, this venerable man tied to the booth will be auctioned.”

“Please don’t care about security issues. The masters of the three sects have planted restrictions in his body. As long as he resists a little bit, he will explode and die. Whoever is his master controls his life and death, and he does not accept it. Gotta take it.”

“My Ziyun Pavilion has always had an excellent reputation. You can rest assured and bid!”

Under the introduction of the host, the scene quickly entered the quotation link, and the price soared, making people feel the enthusiasm and determination of the bidders.

But the faces of the four people above the top level changed a little bit, because it was still calm and Xiao Chen still did not appear.

At this moment, a white figure came to the outside of Ziyun Pavilion.

Standing outside the street, he was outstanding, with a remarkable demeanor, dressed in a white monk’s clothes and a handsome face, and his gentle and tranquil atmosphere attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

“Good-looking monk!” Many women, even attracted by this face, couldn’t help but whispered in praise.

It can be seen how powerful it is.

The white-clothed monk looked at Ziyun Pavilion with a deep gaze that drew people’s thoughts and made people wonder what he wanted to do.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand with the palm facing down, his index and middle fingers were bent together, and the Buddhist beads hung on the two fingers, forming a mysterious handprint.

White as jade, slender hands, full of soft beauty, everyone fixed their eyes on the white right hand.

Attracted by the mysterious handprints, I keep my eyes on.

Suddenly, a golden swastika mark burst out from the handprint.

With a loud bang, the vast, quaint and atmospheric Ziyun Pavilion collapsed in an infinite golden Buddha light.

And the people inside, just before the collapse, were still making an excited offer, and Aunt Bai and others at the top were still waiting anxiously.

Without any signs, Ziyun Pavilion collapsed into ruins, with countless casualties.

Countless corpses were blown into fragments and projected in the air. In the golden Buddha light, blood rained horizontally, stumps and limbs were broken, soaring up and down, dazzling.

The people around Ziyun Pavilion were shocked, their brains short-circuited in an instant, they couldn’t turn a corner at all, and they were shaken out by the aftermath in the next moment.

The white-clothed monk closed his hand, squirming his lips gently, chanting the scriptures. The black-clothed Luohan buried in the ruins was restrained in the body, and as the scriptures spread, one by one, they were unraveled.

“Who are you?”

The four Aunt Bai fell from the air in shock and anger, and surrounded the monks in white clothes. You could see a trace of blood stains on the corners of their mouths and their faces pale.

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, stopped chanting, and whispered: “Black Lotus Sect Son, Mingxuan.”

The big elders of the three sects and Aunt Bai’s complexion changed drastically at the same time, with constantly changing expressions, surprises, surprises, panic, and panic, which were extremely wonderful.

Surrounded by the encirclement of the monks in white, uncontrollably loosened, his steps retreated, fear in his heart, and a retreat.

“die!”

But now I want to go, but it’s too late, a black figure in the ruins popped out with a sky full of Buddha’s power. With a loud shout, holding a black chain in his hand, he killed the four of them.