Chapter 864: Counterattack

Is this the opponent that the Martial Arts Hall selected for him? Wu Yi looked at him and thought so.

If the opponent is about to enter the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, then his strength is the weakest among the Taichu Immortals.

Was he recommended to Wu Yi just because of his relatively weak strength? Wu Yi naturally did not believe this answer. The Martial Arts Hall's spirit must have other reasons for choosing him, and he should be able to help him practice his magical powers.

"Today, the donor helped me stay away from the sea of ​​suffering, and I will definitely reward you in the future!" When the Buddhist cultivator said this, all kinds of temptations naturally emerged in Wu Yi's mind. He almost agreed and asked for a reward from the Buddhist cultivator.

He bit his tongue hard, and with the help of the strong stinging feeling, Wu Yi got out of the temptation, and was shocked and sweating.

It was just a word, and he almost fell into his way. Once he agreed, he would be carried away by greed and sink. If he took a wrong step, he would sink deeper and deeper and it would be difficult to turn back.

It would be fine if he himself fell into depravity, but he actually wanted to drag others down with him, his mind was malicious.

"I am just a passer-by, and this place is not my responsibility, how can I help you escape from trouble?"

"What I mean by escape from trouble is not to escape from this stinking skin, but to spread my ideas to the world."

The image of the fallen Buddhist cultivator gradually became taller in Wu Yi's eyes, although it was not Wu Yi's true intention, but the Buddhist cultivator used words to induce him.

Regardless of good or evil, Wu Yi still admired this kind of persistence in his own great way.

Wu Yi smiled lightly and said: "May I ask what kind of ideas you want to spread, senior?"

"In my opinion, all living beings are really suffering, and among all living beings, women suffer the most, and lonely yin cannot last long." The compassionate face of the Buddhist cultivator matched his words, as weird as it was.

So you, an old pervert, go and harm others. With this level of cultivation, it's not difficult to be a groom every night. You can get any woman, but you have to do these dirty and despicable things.

Wu Yi complained in his heart, suppressing his disgusting thoughts, and said: "I am poor, I can only protect myself, let alone save all living beings."

"Are you really unwilling?" After the failure of the previous bewitching, the Buddhist cultivator knew that Wu Yi was extraordinary, so he turned against him at a disagreement, and his tone became much colder.

"I'm sorry I can't obey you!"

"You don't know what's good for you." The Buddhist cultivator was angry, and his momentum was strong. The bright clothes on his body were shattered, revealing his original clothes, but how could these clothes be called clothes? They were tattered and loose, revealing his original skin, which was either gray or purple, and there was no normal place.

It seems that the deadline for this fallen Buddhist cultivator is really coming. When he talked to himself before, he probably planned to change Wu Yi's ideas without spending any mana to prolong his life.

When the Buddhist monk was angry, a faint and hazy pink gas enveloped Wu Yi. It seemed that there was no threat at all. Wu Yi did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly spread out the solemn Buddha Pure Land.

When the pink gas touched the solemn Buddha Pure Land, it was like a ball of acid rain, constantly corroding the Buddha's light, and it was scorching.

These strands of pink gas were the lives of young women, carrying the desire for happiness and the vision of the future, and met the wrong person, so they died.

When they died, they must not have known that they would fall into such a situation.

In fact, some women still had some consciousness inside the pink gas. This was their obsession. When the Buddha's light saved them, they even released their gratitude to Wu Yi, scrambling to crash into the Buddha's light, just to die quickly.

The result of this was that the pressure suddenly increased several times, Wu Yi's solemn Buddha Pure Land gradually fell into a disadvantage, the Buddha's light collapsed, and the Sanskrit chanting that originally shook the ears gradually became low.

This fallen Buddhist cultivator should have anticipated this situation long ago, and just watched from afar, because he knew that Wu Yi would definitely save these women from their obsessions.

Wu Yi tried his best to hold on. Fortunately, there were many ghosts suppressed in the solemn Buddha Pure Land, providing a lot of greed, anger, and ignorance, which could sustain this consumption.

The kindness these women released to Wu Yi, strictly speaking, should be counted as the grace of all living beings.

With this, Wu Yi also successfully recited the third sentence of the forty-word mantra "Reporting the Fourfold Grace". In the solemn Buddha Pure Land, the grace collected by Wu Yi took shape spontaneously and turned into a beautiful heaven.

There is hell below and heaven above. This solemn Buddha Pure Land gradually becomes three-dimensional and more perfect.

The fallen Buddhist cultivator did not expect this result. At this moment, he felt a hint of threat from the solemn Buddha Pure Land displayed by Wu Yi.

The face that had a sure victory before was gone. His expression changed drastically. He wanted to take back the pink gas, and his mouth was full of dirty words. He did not look like an arhat at all.

It is not ruled out that the five decays of the gods affect the mind, but if it is not the nature, it will not be exposed.

However, what the fallen Buddhist cultivator did not expect was that although he was controlling it with his will, some pink gas still rushed to the solemn Buddha Pure Land without hesitation, wanting to escape from his control and get liberation.

Wu Yi naturally accepted everyone who came, and he would save all those who could be saved. He could not only gain merit but also gain inner satisfaction. Why not do it?

The fallen Buddhist cultivator was furious and took out a small drum with complicated patterns from his sleeve and knocked it gently.

No matter how he blocked his hearing, he could not block these sounds.

Wu Yi closed his eyes. No matter how many temptations there were, he only needed to understand one thing: they were all fake. He had Yue Liuli as his Taoist partner, so why should he be controlled by this?

However, he did not expect that Yue Liuli's face would appear in his sea of ​​consciousness soon after. Some scenes were what he had experienced before.

Adhering to his original intention and recognizing it as fake, Wu Yi not only did not feel the burning desire, but felt extremely disgusted and stinking.

The fallen Buddhist cultivator kept beating the small drum, which was full of rhythm, but it was all charming and decadent sounds. If you indulge in it, it would be difficult to turn back.

After enduring the desire in his heart, Wu Yi opened his eyes, with a calm face, looking at the fallen Buddhist cultivator, and see what other tricks he had.

The Buddhist cultivator felt that he was looked down upon by Wu Yi, a junior, and said angrily: "Trash, bitch, what's the use of you?" He threw the small drum in his hand at Wu Yi fiercely.