Chapter 220 Training Program
"Miss, the person you are looking for is here." The waiter knocked on the door and sent a third-level heaven monk in with a flattering look on his face.
Mo Er glanced at the monk, and spiritual energy surged from his body. The monk was startled and hurriedly bowed: "Greetings, senior. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"
Mo Er glanced at him and said, "Please sit down. I am from Dongdu. I came to your Pengcheng territory to ask for your help. Please be casual with your address. Just call me Miss Zhao."
The monk sat down hurriedly: "Yes, Miss Zhao."
The monk paused and said, "I don't know what Miss Zhao wants to talk to us about. We are all monks, and generally, we don't lack money."
This means, don't look for us for robbery, but if you must find us, the reward must be treasure.
Mo Er snorted coldly: "This girl is in Dongdu, and all she does is business with the ghost town. You don't have to tell me these things."
Mo'er flipped his hand and took out a small jade carving, which looked like a bird, with a green body.
"The mid-level Xuan-level is the best thing I can offer. I want a fifth-level cultivator, male or female, old or young, I don't need him to take action. I also want mortals, thirty young and strong, and twenty carts of good wine and good meat. I will wait here for three days. If you are willing, we can talk about the rest. If you want to rob, this girl is always here to accompany you."
The monk's face twitched. The ghost town of Dongdu was filled with a bunch of homeless lunatics, all of whom had extraordinary methods and ideas. He did have the idea of going back to call for help to kill people and steal treasures, but this girl exposed his idea.
The other party is fearless.
The monk stood up and said, "Miss Zhao, please wait a moment. I will go back and ask around. Whether it succeeds or not, I will give you an explanation within three days."
"In that case, thank you in advance."
After the monk left, Mo'er let out a long breath. His brain was indeed not very good and he could only come up with such a simple plan. How much confidence he had in it succeeding depended on fate.
The Huai River is about 700 miles away from Pengcheng in this world. At the snail's pace of a large army, it would take 20 days to walk there.
During these days, in addition to constantly instructing Zhao Yushu on the application of the spiritual power vortex, the old eunuch would go to the prison car once after breakfast and dinner every day. This was also the only time for the two monks to get some fresh air.
"You, the angry-eyed Vajra Dharmakaya, only have brute force? Where is his weapon? Can't he transform it? Then what Dharmakaya did you learn?"
"The aura of spiritual fusion can make people feel evil at a glance. This should be a method that only inner vision can use. The devil king Po Xun is indeed worthy of his reputation. I heard that you are not very old. Can your Buddhist practice really offset Po Xun's evil thoughts?"
Every time the old eunuch released the two monks, he would abuse them verbally or physically, and would not stop until the two monks were tortured to death.
"Old man! Kill me if you want! Don't torture your grandfather!" Yuan Zhen has always had a bad temper. After Ghost Buddha, he gained some enlightenment from the deaths of several of his fellow disciples. He also became more restrained after following Bujie to rebuild the Buddhist temple.
But the martial arts he practiced was originally the Wrathful Vajra, and the old eunuch forced him to reveal his Dharma form every day, and then repeatedly mocked him with words and beat him with force, which finally caused the anger that had been suppressed for a long time to completely erupt.
"Oh? Are you angry? Come on, hit me. If you can make me move, I will personally send you three off."
Zhao Yushu was just about to step forward and try to smooth things over when the old eunuch turned around and glared at him with a smile. Zhao Yushu immediately looked up at the sky. Wow, the stars are so beautiful tonight.
Yuan Zhen only has the second level of heaven. Not to mention that the old eunuch’s inner vision was about the Star-Absorbing Art, even if he didn’t realize anything, it was not something that a small second level of heaven could touch.
Yuan Zhen roared wildly and transformed into a Vajra Dharma Image, and started to beat the old eunuch indiscriminately. Unfortunately, as he moved, the Dharma Image dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, it shattered with a bang, and Yuan Zhen fell to the ground with a thud.
"You black bastard, if you had even a finger of Mr. Liu's understanding, it would be great. I, your father-in-law, was not beaten to death by you, but you, a fool, made me angry to death. Come on, put him up and beat me with a hundred sticks first. Don't give him food tomorrow!"
Two Jinwu guards immediately went over and dragged away Yuan Zhen, who was still cursing. For a cultivator, a hundred beatings from a mortal would only cause some minor injuries, but not giving him food would be fatal.
Yuan Zhen immediately started howling, but the old eunuch waved his hand and he could only howl and could not utter another word.
"Well, that's right. I've been out of the palace for so long that I almost forgot what it feels like to deal with these little guys." The old eunuch muttered to himself with a smile, then turned to look at the other monk in the prison car.
Bujie shuddered rarely, and without waiting for the old eunuch to urge him, he immediately transformed into the form of Pozun, with two blue-black arms extending from his shoulders, sweeping towards him with malice.
Zhao Yushu also stopped looking at the stars and looked at Bujie intently. Mara was the mortal enemy of the Buddha. According to various scriptures and legends, he would use all means to lure monks into the path of evil. His aura could also change at will, and it was far more than just evil.
However, the form of Bodhisattva who does not restrain himself seems to reveal only malicious intent. It is not known whether this is inherently the case or if it has something to do with the golden body of the ghost Buddha that has merged into one with him.
And it wasn't just the two phantom arms that were blue. The blue-black aura spread all the way, staining his own arms with blue-black as well, leaving only a pair of palms still white.
The two virtual arms held a knife in one hand and a hammer in the other, while Bujie's own hands made the fearlessness seal with one hand and the demon-subduing seal with the other, and slowly walked in front of the old eunuch.
Zhao Yushu frowned. The demon king's Dharma image was making a Buddhist hand seal? Or was it the demon-subduing seal? Could it be that Senior Brother Bujie used this method to offset the erosion of Poxun?
Zhao Yushu unconsciously raised his right hand, pretended to make a fearless seal, and then poured spiritual power into his palm, forming a spiritual power vortex.
Ha, the Big Ball Rasengan!
Of course, Zhao Yushu was just entertaining himself. Without the blessing of Buddhist techniques, the Fearless Seal was just an ordinary gesture.
Bujie had already made his move, and the dark blue magic hammer hit the old eunuch on the head fiercely, while the magic knife slashed horizontally, chopping at the old eunuch's neck.
If the old eunuch always uses his inner power to trick them, then going to Xijing or even Xitian will not be of any help to them.
So the old eunuch raised his hand, and made his palm into a knife, and cut diagonally upwards towards the arm holding the hammer. At the same time, he moved his body backwards, avoiding the magic knife by a hair's breadth.
"If you have to cast seals with your hands all the time, then what's the point of having two extra arms?"
"Two more magic weapons." The Unrestrained Demon King waved his arms, sweat on his forehead, but his voice was calm.
"They are all magical weapons transformed by spiritual power. What's the difference between them and flesh palms?" The old eunuch dodged smoothly and hit Bujie from time to time, causing his Dharma image to shake.
"Magic tools are not simply the illusion of spiritual power, but the embodiment of Dharma consciousness. Little monk, do you understand?"
"Old man, you know a lot about Buddhism." Bujie was beaten and took a few steps back again: "You have given me so much advice. If I don't show some sincerity, I will be letting you down."
The old eunuch put his hands behind his back and said, "Well, eunuch has been waiting for this sentence for a long time."