Under the moonlight.

The Zen Master Konghai and his son who arrived looked at the four mummies scattered on the ground. He shouted loudly, and the Buddhist beads worn on his neck moved with the sound, smashing towards the qiu with a thousand kilograms of force.

With all his strength but not afraid, the Yeta Knife, who was tall, was unsheathed when the Buddhist beads hit.

The sword light flashed, and Ye Taidao cut the Buddhist beads first.

clang!

As the two contacted each other, sparks flew everywhere, making a sound of gold and iron clashing. The huge Buddhist beads brought by the man from Kōkai were actually cast from pure iron.

"Father, please bless me."

After saying that, he jumped into the battlefield and ran towards him. From behind, he saw that his exposed arms had blue veins exposed, his muscles were spreading, and his figure became a little taller, just like the reincarnation of the Arhat King Ren.

The father of Kōkai Sheren nodded behind him, chanted scriptures in his mouth, and formed a lotus seal on his hands. A transparent white lotus containing a golden swastika slowly bloomed from under his feet, wrapping him up.

"The Lotus of Wonderful Dharma, Vajra Power."

The golden light of the Kōkai Sheren's arms flashed, adding a little more heroic.

The big punch hit the Taidao with a big mouth and slashed it down vertically, but instead smashed the Taidao from the Taidao. When he was head-on, he had the advantage.

Seeing that the opponent's Taidao was out of hand, Kōkai Sheren immediately stepped forward with his fists and kept hitting Yuzhong's body, which seemed very well-organized. The attack was even more backwards step by step. A swaying black air was filled with the body, and a faint crack was heard.

After retreating for dozens of steps in a row, just as he was about to stabilize his body, Kūkai had already folded his hands together and recited the Sutra of Rebirth in his mouth.

"The Lotus of Wonderful Dharma, let me save you and become a Buddha!"

He grabbed the unsteady shaking Qixi, his muscles raised high, twisted his body behind him at a speed that was not in line with his figure, hugged Qixi's head with his arms as solid as a cross, and his legs, as thick as a waist, were locked on Qixi's body. With a loud shout, the phantom of the dragon elephant slowly appeared behind him.

Click! Click!

The full head began to deform and shatter in his arms, falling down one piece of armor after another.

The faint purple light under the ghost face began to flicker, like a short-circuited light bulb, the limbs were shaking weakly, and the sound of bone fragments rubbing came intermittently from the gap.

"Cut...Cut..."

The man from Kōkai ignored this and raised it over his head like a furious gorilla. With a squeak, he completely tore off his head.

The rusted ghost face fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

In front of him.

The father of the Kookaki Sheren bowed and held a brass-colored three-ring tin staff in his closed palms, throwing them straight towards him.

The servant grabbed the tin staff, and the tail end like a lotus cone under the tin staff penetrated directly into the body. As the slightest sound of chanting scriptures, the black mist wrapped around the body quickly melted away by the tin staff, turning into a pool of broken armor scattered all over the ground.

The man from Kōkai looked at the armor scattered on the ground, and his angry expression changed to restrain himself.

He clasped his hands together, and followed his father, chanting scriptures and chanting the Tao in a low voice.

"The Lotus of Wonderful Dharma, will be reborn in the Pure Land."

"Namo Amitobaye dotagadoya..."

The two men who chanted the scriptures in a low voice did not notice that the one-man-long Nothing sword suddenly floated in the air, as if an invisible hand was holding it.

The Nota Knife stood out of nowhere, and a cold light from the blade passed through it. Just looking at it, it felt like you would be cut.

The Taidao faced the moonlight and stabbed straight towards the middle-aged monk who bowed his head and recited the scriptures. Its momentum was as fast as thunder, clean and sharp as if a swordsman reborn.

The middle-aged monk who closed his eyes and lowered his head to chant the curse was immediately awakened by the sound of breaking through the air. He instinctively wanted to turn his head to avoid the stabbing blade, but Yeta Knife seemed to be spiritual, and immediately turned into a stab, and the blade tilted up from his left side.

When the cold front faced him, Kōhai could clearly see the three Chinese characters flashing faintly on the knife surface that looked like a pool of clear water.

The cold and sharp demonic power locked him firmly, and it seemed that he was covered with a layer of flail, and he could not move freely.

"Demon Sword, this is a Demon Sword."

He realized in an instant that what he had planned before was not the original body of this demon. This Yeta sword was the real monster, but it was too late to understand now.

His son, Kōkai Sheren, had already arrived desperately, but under this shrill knife, he could not rescue him at all.

Kong Hai stared at the blade that was about to reach his body in a daze. For a moment, his mind was blank and he had no thoughts. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a bundle of tough things entangled around his limbs and waists, and a huge force instantly pulled him away from the spot.

Bang!

Kong Hai was pulled far away, his face rubbed to the ground, and it was red, and there were still several wounds oozing bleeding. However, the monk had a good mentality and grinned when he saw that he had escaped.

He looked up and saw that on the low courtyard wall of the Asama Shrine, there were young men with white hair. On his shoulders, a green ghost was manipulating the vines growing on the wall and pulling himself out.

"The Lotus of Wonderful Dharma, the World Honored One is merciful. Thank you for your help."

"It's time for justice friends to come out."

Zhang Jiao thought to himself that he jumped off the low courtyard wall and smiled friendly at Kōkai.

"You are polite monk, you're just a little help. Do you need my help?"

However, before the monk could answer, his son Kūkai gave the answer.

The monk, who almost got his father cut, was holding the hilt and the tip of the demon sword in both hands, his muscles burst out, and his face was flushed and he wanted to break it.

But this demon sword was not something he had easily removed before. The demonic energy on the sword was circulating, vaguely resisting his huge power.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and I don’t know when they would fight.

Zhang Jiao looked at the two of them and suddenly felt aroused in his heart and said to the Akami Sheren, "I wonder if the master can let him try again?"

The man from Kookaki seemed to be a violent crime than a monk. He thought it was hard to speak, but he didn't expect that after hearing Zhang Jiao's request, he immediately held the hilt of the knife back with both hands and inserted it into the bluestone path, several inches deeper, and then took a step back to make way out, while protecting him faintly, and said loudly.

"Then I'll bother you."

Zhang Jiao glanced at the monk with thinness in thickness, bounced his fingers, and a white shadow jumped out of his hand.

A white little ghost jumped and crawled to the demon sword.

It looked at the demon sword in front of it that was deeply inserted into the bluestone. The mouth, which was originally the size of a finger, suddenly cracked, and the facial features on its face disappeared instantly. Only a large black mouth appeared, covered with countless sharp teeth like inverted triangles.

The demon sword sensed that a foreign object was approaching, and the blade body inserted into the bluestone began to buzz, and the demonic air was about to fly out of the stone.

The white ghost naturally would not give it this opportunity. It squatted, jumped up like a flea, and jumped straight to the hilt of Yeta Knife. The sharp teeth in its open mouth were prominent, and it bit the hilt tightly and began to chew.

Crunch! Crunch!

The demon sword shook wildly, trying to throw it off. But the white ghost bit it tightly without letting go. His whole body turned into countless liquids with metallic luster, flowing down the handle of the knife.

In the blink of an eye, the demon sword was wrapped in metal juice transformed by the white ghost, and then slowly penetrated into it as if it was a layer of steel.

The hideous ghost head biting above the knife hilt moved slightly to the position so that it would be more in line with the Yeta sword and make it more coordinated and beautiful.

Zhang Jiao waved his hand, and the Yeta Knife, which had changed a lot, suddenly trembled. The ghost head on the hilt blinked, then flew into the air and flew in front of Zhang Jiao, quietly floating in front of him.

Kooka, who was standing beside him, looked at the scene, rubbed his bruised cheeks, and said subconsciously, "What a mysterious slap, you really have a good method."

Zhang Jiao smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed the Yeta Knife, which was almost as long as he was. With a wave of his hand, a silver light suddenly appeared in front of him, as if a bright moon rose in front of him.

"Good knife"

Zhang Jiao praised him and threw the Yeta knife out. After he turned around him for a circle, he floated behind him, as if he was a loyal guard, following him firmly.

The two monks seemed not to see Zhang Jiao clearly taking the Ye Tai sword for himself. After he had enough of playing with it, he walked up with a smile and clasped his hands together and said.

"In Xialianhua Temple abbot, Kōkai, today, Mr. Thank you for helping me."

Zhang Jiao hurriedly replied, "I'm here to visit Hiroshima Prefecture. I happened to encounter this incident at night, so I naturally couldn't stand by and watch."

"No wonder your troublesome ghost is so mysterious. It turns out that he is a native of the Middle Land. He is really extraordinary." Kooka immediately praised.

"No, this master's Buddhism is what opens my eyes. I have only heard of such a powerful body in the story. It turns out to be amazing when I see it today."

I have to say that this monk is indeed a candidate to be the abbot. His words sound so nice. He sets off the atmosphere in just a few words. Talking with him is like meeting an old friend, which is particularly comfortable.

Of course, as a businessman, Zhang Jiao's scenes are naturally very beautiful.

One deliberately flatters, the other deliberately inquires.

The two of them became more and more prone to chat. They had already planned to go out and find an izakaya to play with each other, and then they called the police from the police station to come and wash the floor.

There are two corpses split in half on the ground. If they are not cleaned up, tomorrow will be another big news.

But before they could walk out of the Asama Shrine, the three of them raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the north.

In the sky, a yin energy permeates, with phosphorus and fire following each other, like insects but not followed, like dragons but not dragons flying quickly from the moonlight, sprinkling countless phosphorescence that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes.

"Dead Soul Worm?"
Chapter completed!