Chapter 370 The sky is shattered and the earth is shattered
"Master, it seems our whereabouts have been exposed." Kongming, whose muscles were as developed as the reincarnation of Vajra, stretched out his hand as big as a palm-leaf fan and crushed the old ghost's head like crushing grapes. Then he stomped on the human bone abacus that fell to the ground. The eyeballs of the people who served as abacus beads burst one after another, making the Da Gong shoes on his feet turn an uncomfortable color. However, Kongming was unaware of it. He turned around, clasped his hands together, and said to an old monk who looked ordinary but was definitely not ordinary.

"Amitabha, it doesn't matter whether your whereabouts are exposed or not. This is a disaster for the Jade Buddha Temple and a hardship for Old Man Kuzhang. It is unavoidable." Under Master Guangzhi's pair of longevity eyebrows, his slightly turbid eyes contained endless wisdom. After he finished speaking, he took out a wooden box from his arms and handed it to Kongming.

"Inside the box is a sword left by Yuzhu Living Buddha before he passed away. It has been sealed in the Buddhist box since it was refined and enshrined in the main hall. It has been worshipped every day and blessed by Buddhist scriptures for five hundred years. Although it has only the power of one strike, it is more than the old man with the bitter staff can resist. You can use it when the time is right."

To put it bluntly, it was to let Kongming seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Obviously, Master Guangzhi was not sure he could defeat the old man with the bitter staff, so he not only used a trump card of the Jade Buddha Temple, but also relied on sneak attacks to achieve his goal.

The fact that these two people were so disregarding of their dignity obviously meant that the matter was of great importance and no failure was allowed.

Since the whereabouts had been revealed, in order to prevent the old man with the bitter staff from making any preparations, Master Guangzhi used his supernatural powers and took Kongming to the Dead Wood Cliff in just a few steps.

On the pitch-black dead tree cliff, there is a dead tree that is a hundred feet high. No one knows what kind of tree it is, but it can not only take root in the Yinshan Mountain which is as hard as iron, but also occupy most of the cliff and grow so tall.

Unfortunately, it could not escape the disaster in the end. Now only the withered trunk and roots that looked like cast iron are left. The original Green Wood Cliff has become the current Dead Wood Cliff.

This is where the old man with the bitter staff practices. Thanks to his strength, no one within a hundred miles dares to approach until today when two uninvited guests came.

Standing up from under the tree, the old man with the withered staff, who looked like he was about to be blown away by the wind, leaned on an ancient vine staff and walked to the edge of the cliff step by step like an ordinary old man. He lowered his eyes and stared expressionlessly at Master Guangzhi who was coming with golden light. As for Monk Kongming, he simply ignored him.

"You shouldn't have come." The voice of the old man with the staff was like the friction between two pieces of dry wood, hoarse and low, but it contained an unquestionable will. If he said you shouldn't have come, then you shouldn't have come. Unfortunately, the person who came this time was in no way inferior to his Master Guangzhi, and therefore represented a certain determination.

"Amitabha, the donor has been in this calamity since he stole the Yuzhu staff from the Yuzhu Living Buddha who passed away five hundred years ago, and today is the day when the donor will face the calamity." Master Guangzhi said lightly, as if telling the truth of fate, which made people deeply convinced.

“The treasures of the world belong to those with virtue. The Jade Bamboo Cane is destined to be with me, so there is nothing wrong in taking it.” The old man with the bitter cane said confidently, and this is also the truth of the spiritual practice.

"Unfortunately, the Jade Bamboo Staff is related to the thousand-year plan of the Jade Buddha Temple. If the donor is willing to hand it over, the Jade Buddha Temple is willing to give you an equivalent treasure or skill." Master Guangzhi was not angry when he heard this, because he also knew what stealing was for practitioners. As long as he could take it away without being caught or beaten to death on the spot, it was a fate. Therefore, he did not dwell on the matter, but tempted with benefits and tried to achieve his goal in a peaceful way, although he knew that the possibility of this was extremely small.

“Haha, when did the Jade Buddha Temple become so reasonable? It’s a pity that the jade bamboo stick has been lost long ago. You should go back.” The old man with the bitter stick waved his hand and was about to see the guests off.

Unfortunately, the evil guest cannot be sent away, and it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong in this matter from the beginning. In the final analysis, it all depends on who is stronger.

"Amitabha." Master Guangzhi chanted the Buddha's name and sent Kongming away. Then he took out a gold and jade ruyi and threw it casually. Golden light shone in all directions and it turned into a sky-high jade pillar that fell towards the Dead Wood Cliff. The momentum was so great that even the space was squeezed into wrinkles, making the jade pillar look blurry. If there was no obstruction, it would be enough to smash half of the Dead Wood Cliff.

"Master Guangzhi is really a great man. He is indeed the most proud disciple of Yuzhu Living Buddha!" ​​The old man with the bitter staff snorted coldly and threw the cane in his hand without showing any weakness. The cane in the old man's hand was taken from a rare and precious vine called the bitter life vine. The harder the life of the holder is, the tougher the cane will be. He has also used his great power to refine it for hundreds of years, so it can be called a rare spiritual treasure.

The rattan staff soared into the air and turned into a wooden dragon with bared fangs and claws, colliding with Master Guangzhi's gold-inlaid jade ruyi, bursting out with infinite light. In an instant, the deathly clouds that had lingered over the Yinshan Mountain for a thousand years were completely shattered and purified. After who knows how many years, the bright sunshine shone on the Yinshan Mountain again.

One was an immortal from an unorthodox sect, the other was a Buddhist guru. They had each practiced for hundreds of years and accumulated enormous magical powers. When they clashed with each other, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart. The aftermath alone tore apart the clouds that had lingered on the Yinshan Mountain for thousands of years, and shook the iron-like Dead Tree Cliff so that rocks fell like rain, and the dead tree hundreds of feet high was even more shaky.

Master Guangzhi recited the mantra, and the gold-inlaid jade ruyi transformed into the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, in an effort to capture the wooden dragon that was flying against the sky.

The old man with the bitter staff sneered repeatedly. The rattan staff was a rare object in the world and he had refined it for hundreds of years, so it was not an ordinary thing.

The collision between the two sides could not be said to have alarmed the entire Yinshan Mountain, but at least one corner of Yinshan Mountain became lively because of it. Both human and ghost were trying their best to run away, for fear of being dragged into it. Only one person went upstream.

"Master!" How could the ghost boy not recognize the place where his own practice was and his master's magic weapon? After realizing that his master had encountered a strong enemy, he desperately urged the skull under his feet to fly towards the Dead Wood Cliff, completely disregarding his own safety and not being afraid of being captured by the enemy as a hostage.

The three people had already come out of the sick beauty's cave, but their expressions were different.

Lin Xiangqiao was full of worries. She could gain a foothold and live a stable life in Yinshan Mountain only thanks to the reputation of the old man with the bitter stick. If anything happened to the other party, her life would probably not be easy.

Xu Feiyan was full of yearning. If she had such powerful strength, why would she swallow her anger when facing the bald monk in the Jade Buddha Temple?

Yan Xu's expression was the most complicated, three parts worry, five parts yearning, and two parts eager to try, the old palette.

However, this did not prevent the fight between the two sides from becoming more and more intense, and the Deadwood Cliff eventually collapsed.

As the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the hundred-foot-tall dead tree standing on the top of the cliff slowly drew an arc like a toppled pillar of heaven, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing countless pieces of gravel that were big enough to pierce through heavy armor.

The majestic Kongming, who was as strong as a mountain, narrowed his eyes and did not dodge or evade, allowing the gravel as hard as iron from Yinshan Mountain to hit his body, but he ended up being smashed to pieces. It can be seen that the monk has extraordinary skills.

When the Arhat Subduing the Dragon, transformed by the gold-inlaid jade Ruyi, captured the wooden dragon, transformed by the bitter staff, with both hands, the two began to compete in magic power. Kong Ming's eyes opened wide with a gleam of brilliance, and he took out the Buddhist box and opened it.

(End of this chapter)