As soon as Fahai finished breathing, he saw a young man in white clothes walking slowly with an umbrella in the rain.

But I saw this young man in white with a slender figure, handsome appearance, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, eyes like bright stars, long eyebrows at the temples, and phoenix eyes with majesty. He was wearing a Xiaoyao scarf, a plain white robe, and long boots.

There were clogs tied under his boots, and in his hand he held a black umbrella with needles embroidered on the outside and thousands of tiny white iron branches forming a skeleton.

Except for his handsome appearance and the odd umbrella in his hand, this young man was no different from ordinary people.

When it rains, he still has to hold an umbrella, and when there is mud on the ground, he also has to wear wooden clogs. Unlike Fahai, although he is in the rain, his magical power naturally protects him, and the rainwater is blocked by invisible force half a foot away.

Open, there is still a slight distance between your feet and the ground, and you have never really been on the ground. You are protected by your true energy, and your clothes have never gotten wet.

For those who are practicing, the so-called water will not drown and fire will not burn. Except for a few people who really polish their bodies and have strong bodies, the vast majority of monks mainly rely on the body-protecting Gang Qi. As long as there is enough Gang Qi to protect the body,

Then you can be invincible through all calamities.

It's just that skill is relative, and when you encounter a situation that your own strength cannot cope with, disaster will come.

Fa Hai just thought that the young man who was walking was a little weird, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. What he really cared about was the peerless master who just calmed down his six-character mantra with his voice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man across from him walked up to him, he looked old-fashioned and said: "Little monk, was it you who just shouted nonsense?"

Fahai was shocked when he heard this young man speak and realized that the person who had just scolded him was actually such an "ordinary" young man.

But since he can break his six-character mantra casually, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

He did not dare to neglect, lowered his head, put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, it was indeed the young monk who was slaying demons just now. Maybe his voice was a little loud, which alarmed the seniors. I'm really sorry!"

Yang Xingzhou had such an old and arrogant expression, and it was true that his supernatural power could crush Fahai. Fahai quickly gave in and corrected his position quickly, saying: "Senior, there was an evildoer secretly peeping at the young monk just now, so I did this

When you look like a vajra with angry eyes, you just want to subdue the demon, and you don't mean to disturb your seniors."

Yang Xingzhou looked the old monk up and down, and saw that he was holding a green dragon Zen staff and holding a purple gold alms bowl in his palm. His beard and hair were all white, his head was shiny, and his expression was peaceful, revealing a bit of power. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart: "What's your name?"

Fahai said: "The young monk's name is Fahai."

Yang Xingzhou glanced at Fahai with a half-smile: "Old Zen Master Fahai from Jinshan Temple?"

Fa Hai was startled and said hurriedly: "I don't dare, I don't dare! That's what the world calls me, but it makes seniors laugh!"

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "You, a monk, are empty of the four elements. With such a good Zen staff and alms bowl, you are like a rich man. How can you understand the Tao and break the void?"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Fahai's Qinglong Zen staff, and took away the purple gold bowl. He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He exclaimed: "Good material, good workmanship! Fahai, please give me this Zen staff and alms bowl."

How about me? I'll exchange it with you for the supreme Zen skill of Buddhism."

Before Fahai could react, the Zen staff and alms bowl were already in Yang Xingzhou's hands. This surprise was no small matter, and he said anxiously: "Senior, this Qinglong Zen staff is a treasure inherited from all generations of our Jinshan Temple, and the purple gold alms bowl was given by my Buddha in the West. Its origin is very important.

, if you take it, I’m afraid the cause and effect will be difficult to eliminate!”

As he spoke, the Qinglong Zen staff and the purple gold alms bowl in Yang Xingzhou's hands began to buzz and tremble, trying to break free and fly out of Yang Xingzhou's hands.

The green dragon on the Qinglong Zen staff suddenly opened its eyes, its scales exploded, opened its big mouth, and turned around to bite Yang Xingzhou's wrist. At the same time, the purple gold alms bowl emitted a purple light, covering Yang Xingzhou's whole body and freezing him on the spot.

"Good baby!"

Yang Xingzhou slapped Qinglong's head away with one palm, causing the dragon's scales to rustle like leaves in the wind, and then slapped the purple golden bowl again.

"when--!"

The purple golden bowl made a loud sound as if being hit by a sledgehammer. The shock made Fahai's eyes straighten, and he stood blank on the spot.

In the distance, Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, who had just separated from Xu Xian and Li Gongfu, heard the sound of the alms bowl. Their whole bodies shook violently, and their clothes couldn't help shaking. Xiaoqing was even dizzy and fell down. Bai Suzhen helped her up and whispered: "Go quickly, go quickly, you can't stay here for long!"

Xiaoqing said weakly: "This place is really terrible. I will never come to West Lake again, wuwuwu..."

She was frightened several times in succession, and her courage was almost broken.

Bai Suzhen comforted her in a low voice: "Okay, it's okay. Fahai seems to be in trouble now, and has alerted the supreme master. I'm afraid he's too busy to take care of himself. It's a good time for us to leave now."

Taking advantage of the hazy rain and fog that no one could see clearly, the two of them got into the nearby bushes and disappeared in an instant through the clouds and mist.

Not far away, Xu Xian was standing in the pavilion in a daze, feeling reluctant to leave Bai Suzhen and the two girls: "I'm afraid I'll never see such beauties again!"

After coming back to his senses, he saw Li Gongfu staring at him with a dark face. He couldn't help but wonder: "Brother-in-law, why are you looking at me like this?"

Li Gongfu said with a dark face: "You are a good person and gave away your umbrella. What should we do?"

Xu Xian said sarcastically: "The two women were in such a mess just now. As men, we should be sympathetic to the beautiful women. We should not neglect the beautiful women. What are two umbrellas? They are given away. It is a happy thing for us two men to walk in the rain." "

Li Gongfu sneered: "I have internal strength to protect my body and am not afraid of the rain. You are a weak scholar. How about you Linlin try?"

At that moment, he pulled Xu Xian out of the pavilion and ran to the distance to buy two more umbrellas. He originally wanted to return to Yang Xingzhou's mansion and stay for a night. He was on his way at dawn, but after thinking about it, he felt a little embarrassed, so he went to a restaurant and drank each other. I drank some wine to get rid of the cold, and after eating, the weather cleared up. I found a carriage and went straight to Qiantang County.

Xu Xian was weak, so when he arrived in Qiantang County, he developed a high fever, which lasted for several days before he recovered.

Let’s talk about Yang Xingzhou.

After waving his palm to silence the Qinglong Zen Staff and the Purple Gold Bowl, he frowned slightly: "It's a pity that they are all used by monks. It's too shameful for me to hold them. Well, unless I turn this magic weapon into another treasure, I can cast another treasure... However, in this way, the spirituality is greatly lost, but two treasures are lost. The gain outweighs the loss."

He threw the alms bowl and Zen staff to Fa Hai: "It's boring, you should keep it!"

Fahai has been practicing for thousands of years. When fighting against enemies, he usually uses six-character mantras and Buddhist Mahamudra to deal with them. It is easy to use magic weapons. But once he uses the Qinglong Zen Staff or the Purple Gold Bowl, the enemy will pounce on him without any resistance. He never has a Zen Staff. It may happen that it is used at the same time as the alms bowl.

He only used one of these portable magic weapons to defend himself against enemies and subjugate demons. But now that these two magic weapons fell into Yang Xingzhou's hands, they were casually suppressed by Yang Xingzhou.

The peerless cultivation skills displayed by Yang Xingzhou almost destroyed Fahai's many years of meditation skills.

He took the magic weapon, calmed down, his expression became more and more respectful, and he whispered: "I dare to ask the senior's name, where is the fairyland, Fahai can go to the senior's seat at any time to receive teachings and listen to the motto of the great road."

Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "My surname is Yang, so you can call me Mr. Yang. Well, a few days ago, Li Xiuyuan and I bumped into Han Dian, and we were almost injured. You are a disciple of Buddhism, and you are from the same lineage as Li Xiuyuan.

Have you seen him recently? Do you know where he is?"

Fahai said: "Li Xiuyuan? This name is so familiar!"
Chapter completed!