Old Monk, Dharma King, Evil Deception?

Chapter 145 Old Monk, Dharma King, Evil Deception?

"younger sister!"

As the light faded and the blood essence, stripped of its impurities and returning to its crimson state, flowed back to Zhang Wei's side.

Dong Foye, who had been standing there in a daze, finally came to his senses and hurriedly ran two steps forward to catch the falling figure.

Thanks to the Buddhist treasures that Xifoye possessed and her quick thinking and ability to react in the heat of the moment.

Aside from being a little frightened, the biggest injury the little emperor had while lying at the feet of the Western Buddha was a bruise on his arm from being knocked down.

But Westford's condition is not very good.

The beam of light from the shattered Buddha image pierced straight through her, tearing a gruesome hole from her chest to her abdomen. Her spine was gone, and her collapsing body was about to fall, but with a last burst of strength, she forcefully pushed aside the hand that Dongfoye offered to help her up. Her mouth, already gushing blood, struggled to utter the words: "Go, take Zaitian and run! Back to the palace! Ah!"

As they were talking, West Buddha, who had no one to help him up, fell to the ground.

Already severely injured, she coughed up a mouthful of blood when she collapsed, but her unfocused eyes were still fixed on Master Dong.

At this moment, watching his ambitious sister, who had come from the same court as him, die tragically before his eyes, Dongfoye felt...

It's indescribably complicated.

Not only her, but even Zhang Wei was momentarily stunned.

I thought my blitzkrieg was about to succeed, but then Westbrook suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

According to his understanding, this Western Buddha should not have been that fond of the young emperor. If there were such a deep bond between grandfather and grandson, he would not have kept him in seclusion until he felt his end was near, and even then, he would have taken the young emperor away with a poisoned arsenic.

However, it must be said that Xifoye's decisive step forward did disrupt Zhang Wei's plans. Although Yazi Xue Sha did not suffer any losses due to the clash with the Buddha Treasure Dragon Qi, most of the dregs he had accumulated along the way were gone.

He only has one chance left. If he can't kill the emperor directly, then most of his magic will be ineffective when facing the source of the Great Golden Dragon's national fortune. He will have no choice but to twist the head off the evil dragon himself!

As his gaze shifted, the blood and filth mixed with dregs around him began to surge and gather once more.

On the other side.

After all, Dong Foye came from a prominent family and had experience ruling from behind the curtain.

Before she could even wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she hurriedly pulled the little emperor, who had fallen to the ground, and shouted loudly, "You're all blind and wooden-headed! What are you standing there for? If anything happens to the emperor, your entire family will be wiped out!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

These words finally jolted the stunned eunuchs awake. Amidst a sharp and piercing scream, the dumbfounded civil and military officials, along with the guards who had just run outside the hall and hadn't even had time to catch their breath, all rushed towards Zhang Wei.

Although the latter was still floating in mid-air at this time.

But compared to the previously unreachable distance that allowed them to fly high at any time, the roof of Renshou Hall now only restricts them to a height of two meters, which can no longer stop them.

In an instant, zombies leaped and wild beasts roared, and one inhuman thing after another thrust hard at the soles of Zhang Wei's feet.

Watching the grandfather and grandson hiding at the back, escorted away by the crowd, Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes. Seeing no chance, he smashed through the roof and rushed out into the outside world. Looking down at the Eastern Buddha, the young emperor, and several eunuchs and guards who had just run out from behind the palace, the blood demon in his hand once again converged into a single point.

The beams of light shot out and hurtled straight toward the crowd.

Dongfoye, who was constantly looking back at his back, saw the Blood Demon shooting towards him again and hurriedly pushed the little emperor in his hand, preparing to sacrifice himself to save the disaster like his sister.

But who would have thought that the beam of light, as straight as an arrow, suddenly curved around just before it reached her, and shot towards the young emperor, who was being supported by a eunuch, from another direction.

"No!"

At this moment, the despair of Master Dongfo, the fear of the children, the terrified expressions of the eunuchs and guards, and the indifferent Zhang Wei hanging high in the sky behind the blood-red beam of light all seemed to form a fixed picture.

"Sizzle!"

Suddenly, without any warning, an old monk draped in a red sheet and wearing a yellow hat appeared in the gap between Blood Fiend and the young emperor, barely a person's width between them. His thin body just happened to shield the young emperor's figure behind him, while a dozen or so black arms, like withered bones, stretched out from under his sheet and heavily crossed to block the volley of Blood Fiend's attacks.

The blood-red aura pierced through the withered arm layer by layer, but after that, new arms would always emerge from under the old monk's red sheet, attempting to grasp the blood-red light.

thirty!

Or perhaps fifty!

The overlapping palms finally neutralized the blood demon's momentum. The scattered blood light dissipated into smoke from the capture of hundreds of palms and returned to Zhang Wei's side, gathering into a bright red Yazi Taoist robe.

The pale-faced old monk glanced at Zhang Wei, who was floating in the air, and then at the several figures that had been rapidly approaching from a distance. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black, foul-smelling blood. At the same time, he took a vajra and stabbed it into his mouth, pressing down the skeletal hand that was already stuck in his throat.

Turning around, with a hint of guilt on his face, he said, "Ahem, this old monk is late, and has frightened the Buddha and the Emperor!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late. The fact that His Holiness Lada has come is already a blessing from Buddha!" ​​The still-shaken Buddha Master Dong said, forcing himself to remain calm, "This evil path is far too powerful. His Holiness Lada, please be extremely careful!"

"This old monk understands." The old monk nodded, watching the figure emerge from the shadows and fly directly to land on a treetop. He breathed a sigh of relief and pointed towards the palace: "The two Dharma Kings, Nido and Kazan, have also arrived. The three of us are busy suppressing the evil forces and cannot attend to anything else. You and the Emperor will be escorted by the other masters. What do you think?"

"well!"

As he spoke, Master Dongfo and several eunuchs jogged in the direction the old monk had indicated.

After sending away these troublemakers, the old monk couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, and his pale face was tinged with a sallow color that only the dying possess.

The hard-won progress of spreading the Dharma in the Central Plains was disrupted again. He was already close to reincarnation, and the pressure of being forcibly transferred here by the power of his protector was already immense. The pure evil thought in the blood-red light just now, which seemed to be the source of all evil, aroused the resistance and struggle of the evil spirits that were suppressing evil within his body, causing his decaying body to burn away a lot of his lifespan out of thin air.

So be it, so be it. For the sake of the Bodhisattva's great compassion, what is there to fear in giving up this wretched body?

Once the thought was made up in his mind, the old monk's face no longer collapsed but instead flushed with a dazzling red. His withered body also became full and robust in an instant, and hundreds of plump and fair arms tore open his robes, scattering a layer of rippling seven-colored light.

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