47. Words are like knives. Beg Huahua ~
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Eh?
Weren't the two of them in cahoots?
When the pangolin saw this scene from behind, its expression was a little surprised.
As for Zhang Guolao, who had been caught stealing, he couldn't help but curse at Wuxin.
"Hmph, you monk, you look like a sanctimonious person. I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect you to be an evil person who helped the evildoers!”
"Evil? When did This Penniless Monk help the wicked?"
Wuxin was stunned. She didn't expect Zhang Guolao to be the one to complain.
Therefore, after being stunned, he could not help but ask again.
"Hmph, that pangolin is a monster. He kidnapped a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit and prepared to make soup! You actually turned a blind eye to it and came to make things difficult for me, a cultivator. If you're not helping a tyrant, what are you?”
Old Zhang Guo's voice was loud and filled with indignation.
It was as if he was really upholding justice.
However, at this moment, Wuxin could not help but sneer when she heard him say that.
"Turn a blind eye?"
"Hmph, you're indeed full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality.”
"You keep saying that others are demons and demons and that they should be beaten and killed. You steal other people's things and cut off their chances of becoming immortals.”
"This poor priest…this poor priest stealing is fake.”
"Yes, this Penniless Priest didn't really want to steal anything. It was just a diversion. I just wanted to use this opportunity to let go of the two ginseng spirits and not allow them to be slaughtered by the pangolin.”
"What a good diversion. Was stealing fake? Then why are you still holding the soup spoon in your hand and refusing to let go?”
"You stole it, you stole it. Zhang Guolao, you don't even dare to admit to this.
You kept saying that the other party was an evil demon who killed the innocent and wanted to let go of the 10,000-year-old ginseng spirit out of compassion. Then why did you drool so much over this 1,000-year-old Chinese Knotweed soup?
Don't tell me that the fleeceflower root that has cultivated for a thousand years has yet to become a spirit.
Did he mean that if someone else killed him and you stole it, it wouldn't be considered killing the innocent, but punishing the evil and promoting the good?
When had there ever been such a logic in this world?
Zhang Guolao, your actions show that your dao heart…is not tainted by dust at all!？”
Wuxin was not going to let him off. At this moment, he pressed on step by step and asked repeatedly.
His voice was like a great bell that echoed in the sky.
What did he mean by words like knives?
This was the true meaning of words like knives!
This time, every word he spat out was like a sharp blade.
Zhang Guolao's face was getting paler and paler.
……
The last piece of cloth that he thought of as morality was also torn off.
His face started to change from green to red.
A moment later, a malevolence that no one had ever seen before actually emerged.
He looked at Wuxin and said hatefully.
"You have a sharp tongue! You monk is indeed a demon!"
"Alright then. Today, this old man will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and kill the two of you together!”
As Zhang Guolao spoke, he drew his sword from his back.
He formed a sword seal and quickly attacked forward.
Between the Sumeru Mountains.
The entire arena was actually enveloped by streams of sword qi.
The pangolin was at the back, and it was secretly pleased to hear Wuxin speak up for it.
At this moment, the endless sword qi soared into the sky.
He was shocked again.
He hurriedly opened his mouth and reminded Wuxin.
"Wow, black-robed monk, you have to be careful. This guy can't beat you in words. He's furious and wants to kill you now!”
As the pangolin said that, demonic qi boiled all over its body. It was obvious that it wanted to come up and help. It wanted to get rid of this disgusting old Daoist first.
However, before he could do anything.
However, Wuxin snorted coldly.
Immediately after, a monstrous demonic aura that was thousands of times more terrifying than his surged out from the black-robed monk's body.
The phantom of the Slaughter Demon Buddha statue appeared.
……
The current Zhang Guolao was at most at the Peak of the Common Mysterious Stage.
It was naturally possible to deal with a small demon like the pangolin that had just transformed. However, it was undoubtedly a world of difference when facing Wuxin, who was already a half-step Venerable.
Although the sword move he had condensed now looked aggressive and incomparably shocking, it was still a powerful sword move.
However, the actual effect was pitifully weak.
The moment the Slaughter Demon Buddha Form condensed, Zhang Gulou's tens of thousands of sword qi could no longer withstand it. The pressure around his body directly exploded.
This was the crushing effect of a higher realm on a lower realm.
He could feel the terrifying aura surging out of the other party.
Zhang Guolao's expression changed, and he couldn't help but shout," Stupid monk, you still say that you're not a demon? You're covered in demonic flames! You're clearly the reincarnation of a demon!"”
"So what if it's a devil? So what if he was Buddha? If it was the righteous path, they would be full of people like you who talk nonsense and have the heart of a beast. This Penniless Monk is willing to join the Devil. A true villain is better than a hypocrite."
Zhang Guolao wanted to occupy the moral high ground, but Wuxin didn't want to waste his breath on him.
After saying this, he chanted the Buddhist name again. As the Demon Buddha Statue of Slaughter behind him trembled, the black Buddhist Commandment Blade was already in several places.
He directly slashed forward with his saber.
When Old Zhang Guo saw this, his expression also changed.
He hurriedly waved his hand and took out all his defensive magic tools.
The Incarnation Body Protective Light Shield firmly enveloped his entire body.
The saber light descended.
Immediately, a series of cracking sounds like glass tiles breaking came from Old Man Zhang's body.
In the blink of an eye, the light barrier was completely shattered.
Accompanied by a rumbling explosion.
On the ground, a terrifying saber mark that was dozens of meters deep appeared.
However, Zhang Guolao was nowhere to be seen under the black Buddhist Commandment Blade.
……
"We let him escape?"
"Why does this Daoist have so many life-saving methods?？”
Looking at this scene.
The pangolin behind him widened its eyes.
He was somewhat deceived and disappointed.
……
At the same time, on a mountain peak thousands of meters away from the battle.
Zhang Guolao walked out of the void.
He held the talisman in his hand and looked ahead. However, there was no joy in his eyes. Instead, his face turned ashen and filled with displeasure.
What did it mean to steal a chicken and not succeed?
This was the true case of stealing a chicken but not succeeding and suffering a loss!
Others might not know, but in Zhang Guolao's eyes, he had suffered a huge loss today.
Not only did he not get to eat the great tonic medicine brewed from the thousand-year-old Chinese Knotweed, but he also lost a true life-saving jade talisman.
A defensive jade talisman of this level was not something that could be measured with money.
Even if he was one of the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, he could only have one.
It was prepared to avoid the three calamities and nine tribulations in the future, or some unpredictable disasters.
It could be considered a true trump card.
He originally thought that he would only be able to use it after he became an immortal.
However, who would have thought that he had yet to become an immortal?
The spiritual talisman that he had just obtained not long ago had actually already been used.
At this moment, the more he thought about it.
His expression became darker and darker.
In the end, he could not help but grit his teeth and say hatefully.
"Damned monk, you actually ruined my plan to become an immortal. This old man is not done with you!”
With that in mind, Zhang Guo formed a hand seal. His first reaction was to inform his master, Tie Guaili, to help him vent his anger.
However, no one expected that.
This time, just as he finished speaking, a man's voice suddenly sounded from behind his ear.
"If you can't become an immortal, why don't this penniless monk send you to the western paradise to see? Your thick-skinned and black-hearted appearance should be to the liking of those darn baldies on He Ling Mountain. In their joy, they might even reward you with a Buddha seat.”
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