Chapter 253 Living Buddha

The monk who led the group was called Guangyi.

His lay name was Zhangyi, and he was an ordinary manager of Zhenwu Hall many years ago.

That year, Zhenwu Hall underwent a huge change, and the Zhenwu Hall in the north was eaten up by others.

He went through untold hardships to come to the south, but the Zhenwu Hall headquarters was gone due to the chaos in Yangzhou.

In just a few months, he went from being the manager of Zhenwu Hall to a wanderer.

Some changes were really too big.

He couldn't stay in Yangzhou, so he could only wander around, looking for the opportunity to break through and become a real warrior.

Speaking of methods, he had a "Sword Heart" in his hand, which could make people quickly become real warriors.

But he didn't dare to practice it, because he found a few people who tried it.

Good news, it can really increase people's power.

Bad news, that person seems to have changed into a different person!

If I become someone else for power, am I still me?

Zhang Yi was entangled in his heart for a long time. Besides, according to his "Ten Mountains True Thunder Sword", as long as he found a few more people to plant the sword seeds, he could reach the realm of "Ten Mountains in One", without taking any risks.

Fortunately, he was admitted to the Golden Buddha Temple by chance, and used the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple to become a real warrior.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a few days of freedom.

They were chased away by Huang Tiandao and forced to go south.

Such an experience made Zhang Yi wonder if he had any passiveness. How could he add a force, and one force was not good enough.

Blame me?

No, no, no, the world is like this. Where can you find people who always win in the world?

Ups and downs are the norm.

With this mentality, he came to Picheng with ups and downs.

Now the focus of the Golden Buddha Temple is on going to sea, and no one is willing to come to a place like Picheng.

There is no money and it is very dangerous.

As for the loss of face of the Golden Buddha Temple... When the Golden Buddha Temple was driven out of Yanzhou, it lost all its face.

There is Huang Tiandao in the north and the inexplicable Yangzhou in the south. Their Golden Buddha Temple is caught in the middle. If they don't want to die, they have to make money.

In fact, they also thought about kneeling down, but it's nothing more than making less money.

However, Huang Tiandao conflicts with their beliefs, and Yangzhou doesn't accept a Golden Buddha Temple like them.

As for where to make money, the Golden Buddha Temple has already thought about it.

First go to the island country in the southeast to civilize it. If it doesn't work, go to the mainland in the west. Anyway, with the remaining military force of their Golden Buddha Temple, they can still run rampant outside the Nine Provinces!

The time for departure is also approaching, so coming to Picheng to deal with such things is a tough job.

Zhang Yi joined the last, but his strength is very high, which makes some people dissatisfied with him. After a lot of intrigue, Zhang Yi came to Picheng.

What the hell, it's still a time for intrigue.

Zhang Yi was helpless!

He just wanted to get rid of the city lord of Picheng as soon as possible, rob the city lord of Picheng, and then go back early to avoid delaying the auspicious time for sailing.

Looting was his main purpose of coming to Picheng. Anyway, it was all going to be profitable, so it was natural to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Revenge? That's not an excuse.

The ship of the Golden Buddha Temple is so big that it is impossible to let all the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple get on board. Ordinary monks are just tools to make money in the eyes of Master Ba Ku and the living Buddha.

When the Golden Buddha Temple goes bankrupt, those monks will just accept their fate!

With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Zhang Yi's body was full of Buddha light, and the majesty of the living Buddha swept across half of Picheng.

The people of Picheng saw a giant Buddha with golden light appear outside the city, and the giant Buddha said: "Nangong Zhao, come out to see me!"

The voice of a bell resounded throughout the whole Picheng. Needless to say, this was the living Buddha of the Golden Buddha Temple looking for trouble with Nangong Zhao.

The people in the city were in chaos, some fled, and some hid in the cellar.

The battle between real warriors was the most terrifying thing for them.

"Finally, a decent one came!" A pillar of fire emerged from the City Lord's Mansion of Picheng, and there was a person standing on a huge firebird in the pillar of fire.

"Nangong Zhao! You slaughtered my disciples of the Golden Buddha Sect for no reason and provoked my Golden Buddha Sect for no reason. It is really a heinous crime. Today, I will avenge my brothers and nephews!" The giant Buddha spoke righteously.

This is how the famous and upright sects are, first raising themselves to the moral high ground.

"Ridiculous!" Nangong Zhao said, "It's obviously a fight between the Se Sect and Xiang Sect, but you have repeatedly provoked me! Now you dare to blame me, it's really rude!"

What internal fight between the Se Sect and Xiang Sect?

How come I don't know there is a Se Sect and Xiang Sect?

The Golden Buddha Temple only recognizes money and only the Golden Sect!

"Nonsense, nonsense! It seems that the donor Nangong is unrepentant. In this case, don't blame me for being rude!" The giant Buddha raised a golden palm.

"He... Bald donkey! This Pi City has been run by my Nangong family for generations. Can you afford to pay for it if it is damaged?" Nangong Zhao flew to ten miles outside the city and said, "Bald donkey, dare to fight outside the city!"

What is there to be afraid of!

Zhang Yi asked himself that his strength in the Golden Buddha Temple was second only to Master Ba Ku, so the Buddha's light accompanied the giant Buddha to Nangong Zhao and slapped Nangong Zhao.

The Buddha's light was like the sun, as if a sun had risen in the sky. The palm carried a power as powerful as a mountain or a sea, and was extremely majestic. The palm wind was like a small hurricane.

It was the "Sakyamuni Devil Subduing Palm" of the Golden Buddha Sect, but the power was completely different from the palm that Zhang Qiming imitated!

This was the real warrior of the Golden Buddha Temple, also known as the living Buddha.

"Ha! Same moves, and still say he's not one of yours!" Nangong Zhao sneered when he saw this palm. The same palm carrying the flames of a fire dragon hit this palm.

He is the lord of Picheng. Even if he has countless bad habits, he can still rule Picheng.

No other reason, because he is strong!

The raging fire and golden light collided outside the city. Even Picheng, ten miles away, could feel the roar and huge smoke.

The people in the city only care that this battle should not be fought in the city and their belongings should not be destroyed.

As for who wins and who loses, it makes no difference to them.

It's just a matter of changing one person.

So when Zhang Qiming came from the north of Yangzhou, he saw from a distance that the Buddha's light and the flames outside Picheng were burning each other, turning the original fertile fields into a scorched earth.

As for the people around the fertile fields, I think they should not be there.

The biggest natural disaster in the world is the real warriors fighting.

After scanning the surroundings and finding no living people, Zhang Qiming sighed, and then observed the real warriors who were fighting. He wanted to see who had the upper hand and whether he could take advantage.

At this glance, he found that both guys were very strong.

Let’s not talk about the monks in the Golden Buddha Temple. I didn’t expect that Nangong Zhao, who loved dancing and ugly women, was so strong.

He was covered in flames, and the air around him was deformed.

The palm technique in the monk’s hand was like the sun, and Nangong Zhao’s body was covered in flames, which really looked like a big fireball.

I have a strange habit, but it doesn’t mean I’m weak.