MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 632 fire buddha

Chapter 632 Fire Buddha

At the later stage of foundation building, he was wanted by the Tao Tingsi for cultivating the "forbidden art" of fire, and the murderous Fire Buddha!

Mo Hua feels awe-inspiring in his heart.

He thought for a moment and realized he couldn't beat him!

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 The formation won’t work either.

This kind of evil person who commits serious crimes must have a cunning mind and be highly vigilant.

Setting up a formation to kill him in broad daylight would be like hiding one's ears from his senses.

What's more, he also has three helpers.

 Two big men, one with rough hands, one with a fleshy face, and the other a tall and thin monk.

 They can follow the Fire Buddha, and their cultivation level is at least the middle stage of foundation establishment, and possibly even the late stage of foundation establishment.

Moreover, they must all be sinners, do evil things, and use ruthless methods.

Mo Hua instantly judged that these bad guys were not something he could deal with at the moment.

Mo Hua's heart tightened, and he felt that he seemed to be locked by a powerful spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua took out two spiritual stones and placed them on the table. He tried his best to keep his voice from sounding strange and said crisply:

 But as soon as he took a step, he heard a low and kind voice saying:

 “Little Master…”

 There is no reason to recognize myself.

 Especially in this kind of unprepared and accidental encounter...

Mo Hua nodded, got up and left.

What is strange is that this trace of spiritual consciousness disappeared in a flash.

 Especially, after he glanced at himself, he ate the noodles significantly faster, then got up and left.

Those who cannot be killed are the senior officials of Daotingsi or the experienced Diansi.

Everyone who saw his face, whether male, female, old or young, he killed everyone who deserved to be killed, and then burned them to ashes, leaving no one alive.

 The man frowned slightly.

 He seemed to glance at himself out of the corner of his eye, and then immersed himself in eating noodles.

 The store owner smiled and said, "Little Master, walk slowly."

 The cultivation level is at least Jindan or above.

This child is a bit disobedient.

Although it is very weak and slight, and the skill of spiritual observation is sophisticated, it passes by like a dragonfly touching water.

 But my perennial intuition tells myself...

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be recognized...

 “It’s important to save your own life!”

When I went to check again, there was no trace. The only one with some abnormalities was the child eating noodles nearby.

 This is very unusual.

No matter how you look at this childish-looking kid, he doesn't look like he knows you.

Just quietly speeding up the eating of the noodles, with round cheeks and "whooshing", he finished the remaining noodles and drank all the soup.

Mo Hua silently looked away, his expression as usual, and continued to lower his head and slurp the noodles.

 This man who may be the "Fire Buddha" is doubting himself!

 The alertness is too high and the suspicion is too severe…

 But he did detect a hint of divine consciousness just now.

 But I can’t hide it from myself, who has been fighting to the death all year round, on a thin line between life and death.

 “Boss, check out!”

This kind of experienced spiritual prying is impossible for this young monk to be able to master.

 The man's eyes darkened, his face showed displeasure, and he felt a little confused...

Eighteen lines of peak spiritual consciousness!

Mo Hua had no choice but to pretend to be confused and turned his head to look.

 Then he saw the tall, kind-faced man at another table, who had been silent until now, looking at him intently.

The man looked calm and his voice was gentle, but his eyes were somewhat profound as he said:

 “You...recognize me?”

It's just like…

This glimpse of spiritual consciousness is very profound. Logically speaking, it cannot be cultivated by such a young monk.

At that moment, Mo Hua felt a little nervous.

 The man's eyes darkened slightly.

 He recognized himself and knew his identity, and in order to avoid risks, he wanted to slip away...

 Ink Hua remained calm, with a puzzled look on his face:

 “Uncle, who are you?”

 The man's expression was gentle, but his eyes gradually deepened.

 Have to think of a way to fool...

 The expression in the ink painting remains unchanged, but the thoughts change rapidly.

 Another big man looked at the ink painting and said in confusion:

 “Brother, is there something wrong with this kid?”

 The other two people also whispered, "No way..."

"can not tell…"

"too small…"

 “Sect disciple?”

 “Eating noodles here alone?”

Mo Hua was not wearing Taixumen's Taoist robes, but his own ordinary clothes, so they didn't know the details.

 The man in the lead looked thoughtful and silent.

 A big man said to Mo Hua:

“Little devil, which family are you from, what is your name, what sect, what are you doing here alone?”

After speaking, he sneered and said, "Don't tell me that you came to this mountain just to eat a bowl of noodles..."

 Mo Hua’s face is a little nervous, a little “scared”, and he looks like he’s “showing off”:

 “I don’t know who you are, why should I tell you?”

The big man sneered, "Little brat, don't be ungrateful."

Several other people also slowly stood up and stared at the ink paintings with unkind expressions.

Mo Hua took two steps back "fearfully".

 A monk stood up next to him and stepped forward to accuse:

"You are an adult and you can make things difficult for a child. What do you mean by that?"

Seeing that someone dared to meddle with his business, the big man's face flashed with anger. He ducked and approached the man. His fist was wrapped with gray spiritual power and he suddenly blasted it out.

This punch is powerful and heavy, and its momentum is astonishing.

 “Later stage of foundation building!”

The monk's eyes suddenly widened, and he barely crossed his arms to block the punch, but he was still blasted a foot away and vomited blood.

The big man took a big step forward and reached for the storage bag at his waist, as if he wanted to draw a knife and chop the nosy to death.

 The leading man’s eyes were stern.

The big man felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and then he remembered that he couldn't cause trouble. He took back his hand with a sneer and cursed at the nosy monk:

"roll!"

The monk knew he was outmatched and left angrily.

 The tea guests around him saw that the situation was not good and dispersed.

The shopkeeper glanced at the ink painting worriedly, sighed, and hid helplessly in the distance.

 In a small place like the second-level state boundary, monks in the late stage of foundation establishment are simply not something they can afford to offend.

 In the teahouse, only the ink paintings and the four unidentified people were left.

Mo Hua looked nervous and said timidly:

 “You...are bad people?”

The big man licked his lips and said with a sinister smile:

 “What do you say?”

 The other big man and the gloomy thin man also showed playful smiles.

 “Don’t tell me, this guy has tender skin, tender flesh, red lips and white teeth, he looks pretty good...”

At this moment, the leading man’s eyes narrowed and he said calmly:

“Little monk, stop acting, you are not afraid of us.”

As soon as these words came out, the three big men were stunned, and their expressions were a bit astonished.

Mo Hua restrained his "fearful" expression and said curiously:

 “Did I do a bad job?”

 The leading man frowned.

The two big men felt that they had been teased and were furious.

The skinny man’s expression became even more gloomy.

The big man at the moment sneered and said: "Okay, it's hard to walk through the ditch, and it's hard to deal with the kid. Unexpectedly, I have been on the road for so long, and today I actually made a mistake..."

 “You little brat, you are very brave.”

“Tell me, do you recognize us?”

Mo Hua shook his head and said truthfully: "I don't know you."

He just guessed that the leading man might be the Fire Buddha who was full of evil, but he really didn't know who the other three were.

The leading man's eyes were focused, looking at the ink painting, silently thinking.

 The expressions in the ink paintings are not fake, as if they don’t recognize them.

At this moment, the gloomy thin man sneered:

“Woodcutter, what are you talking about? Just arrest this kid and kill him if you need to, sell him if you need to, or keep him or make him a toy…”

The big man sighed and said, "You are a scheming bastard. If I want to catch you, I will do it myself."

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 Small goods?

　　A character for "桵" and a character for "Yin".

 Mo Hua checked the list and recognized it quickly.

 The name in the list with the word "woodcutter" is called "bloody woodcutter".

 Those with the word "Yin" are called "Yin Leizi".

 There is another big man...

Ink Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his face was full of flesh and blood. When he was angry, he looked as ferocious as a demon. He instantly remembered:

 “Ghost-faced evil”!

 The fire Buddha, the **** woodcutter, the yin thunder son, the ghost-faced evil spirit!

These four people are indeed on the list of boss Jiang.

And they are all criminal cultivators with **** hands!

 The expression in the ink painting became clear for a moment, and the eyes became more enlightened.

At the moment of the ink painting, the clear and subtle expression was instantly captured by Fire Buddha.

 Fire Buddha's eyes suddenly became sharp, and there was a hint of disbelief in his heart.     I was recognized by this kid...

 Have they all been recognized? !

 How did he recognize this kid? !

 These people have hidden identities and do not often contact each other.

Even if Daotingsi’s Diansi is here, he may not be able to recognize these people.

 This little devil…

Can you confirm the identities of all four of you just by talking a few words during this brief meeting? !

　Where did he come from?

 The gentle look on Fire Buddha's face suddenly turned cold.

 Some relationships cannot be seen in the light.

 Now that the matter has come to this, this little brat must not be allowed to stay!

“Woodcutter,” Fire Buddha said coldly in an unmistakable voice, “Kill this brat!”

 The woodcutter was startled.

When Mo Hua heard the word "kill", his expression was alert, he greased the soles of his feet and ran away in an instant, leaving only a faint water shadow in place.

Woodcutter Laowu was furious when he saw this, "You little brat!"

 He pulled out a long, barbed, blood-stained hatchet from his storage bag, swung a **** light, and chased Mo Hua from the waist.

Ke's body shape is like water, and his shape is like a ghost, escaping lightly.

 The woodcutter Lao Wu cuts it again.

Hide ink painting again.

 It’s like cutting off the water with a knife, but the water flow continues.

No matter how I cut it, I couldn't damage the ink painting at all.

 The Fire Buddha sat upright, his eyes deep in thought, but did not take any action.

The other two people were also sitting and watching the show. Seeing the woodcutter Lao Wu and Mo Hua going back and forth, they were locked in a stalemate. They couldn't help but laugh at Mo Hua after more than ten rounds without catching Mo Hua:

“Lao Wu, can you do it?”

 “You can’t even catch a kid?”

“You have been cultivating Taoism all these years, but what you have practiced is bullshit?”

 …

 The woodcutter Laowu was furious and drew his sword even more urgently.

The ink painting was "cold sweating", the left and right sides were in a state of embarrassment, but every time he always managed to do it just right and dodge the sword of Qiao Lao Wu.

Fire Buddha was a little surprised.

 "Ghost Faced Evil" and "Yin Lei Zi" also had dark faces.

 “There’s something about this kid’s movement...”

Although Qiao Laowu broke through not long ago, he still had advanced levels of foundation building, so he was unable to defeat this brat in a short period of time.

 Of course it’s because Woodcutter Lao Wu only focuses on killing and his body skills are not good enough.

 But on the other hand, it is also because this kid's body skills are too exquisite.

 Fire Buddha winked.

The two ghost-faced evil spirits nodded, and their bodies were like the wind. They rushed forward like evil wolves, and together with the woodcutter and their horns, they surrounded Mo Hua.

The three of them surrounded him, Mo Hua looked panicked, and seemed to be struggling even more when he was moving around.

Yin Leizi and the other three sneered, feeling satisfied that they would be able to catch this kid within ten rounds.

But after three rounds, Mo Hua smiled slyly, found an opportunity, clicked his fingers frequently, and three fireballs flew towards the faces of the three of them one after another.

This time he took action, it was like lightning.

The three of them were not expecting it. They were caught off guard and their faces were hit by the fireball spell.

The injury was not serious, but his face was charred and miserable, the siege was over, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

At this moment of effort, Mo Hua's body skills were even faster than before.

Like running water, he escaped from the siege of the three people and fled directly to the small woods next to him.

Yin Leizi and the other three suddenly realized, and cursed secretly in their hearts:

 “What a sinister boy!”

 What a fast fireball!

 Faster movement!

This little ghost, under the siege of the three of them, could still be eager to leave.

　　The purpose is to wait for a flaw, catch someone by surprise, and seek an opportunity to escape.

 Moreover, we really let him escape!

 What a shame!

The five and three woodcutter men continued to chase, regardless of the black ash on their faces.

Mo Hua continued to run away. He saw the mountains and forests in front of him, and when he was about to escape, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

 Fire Buddha!

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed and he had to stop.

The five or three woodcutter men behind him also caught up, slowly stood still, and together with the Fire Buddha in front, blocked the ink painting.

The three people, still angry, looked at the ink paintings jokingly.

 “Little devil, are you running away again?”

Mo Hua ignored them, but looked at the fire Buddha in front of him who was as motionless as a mountain. He thought for a moment, clicked his fingers frequently, and fired three fireballs, directly attacking the fire Buddha.

 He wanted to test it out and see the strength of Fire Buddha.

What Mo Hua didn't expect was that the Fire Buddha stood still and ate the three fireballs from Mo Hua without hesitation.

 When these three fireballs hit the Fire Buddha, they were directly refined like mud sinking into the sea, without any fluctuations being heard.

Mo Hua looked shocked.

This is…

what happened?

The fire Buddha’s expression did not change and he wrote lightly:

“Your fireball skills are mediocre, why not let me teach you…”

Fire Buddha opened his arms, fire aura was rippling around his body, and his eyes were blood red, like a sea of ​​fire.

 What a strong momentum!

Mo Hua frowned, let go of his consciousness, and sensed Fire Buddha's aura. Only then did he realize that Fire Buddha's chest seemed to be burning with two flames.

The two flames are very blazing, like two hearts, from the same origin, residing in the body of the Fire Buddha, which contains extremely surging fire spiritual power.

 This is... the characteristic of the Forbidden Technique of Meteor Fire?

 Violating a taboo, he "planted" two fireballs in his body, which he used as a heart to trigger spells?

This is a truly high-end fire spell?

Yin Leizi and the other three sneered to themselves, as if they were also laughing at Mo Hua for not overestimating his own abilities, and daring to use the fireball technique in front of the Fire Buddha.

Mo Hua was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the Fire Buddha and said seriously:

 “My fireball technique is more than that!”

 Fire Buddha was slightly surprised, and then showed an interesting smile, "Then, let me see..."

 He was very interested.

"Brother, why don't we go first..." Qiao Laowu was holding back his anger and wanted to grab Mo Hua first to save himself from trouble.

The Fire Buddha looked at him with piercing eyes, like a knife. The woodcutter Lao Wu was so frightened that he could only swallow his words and did not dare to say more.

 The Fire Buddha looked at the ink painting again, with a kind face and said:

 “Come on, let me see…”

"good!"

The eyes in the ink painting are awe-inspiring, full of fighting spirit, and there is also a hint of fearlessness as if death is at home.

"I will only cast this spell once in my life..." Mo Hua said in a deep voice.

These words made Fire Buddha's expression become more solemn.

 Then he saw the ink paintings and began to make hand gestures, making all kinds of incredible, complex, obscure and even somewhat inexplicable gestures...

Mo Hua was serious, and he practiced the technique for a long time, pretending that he was going to enlarge the move, and created an atmosphere that this move was very powerful and needed to be accumulated for a long time.

He can indeed only use this spell once in his life.

 Because these tricks were all made up by him on the spur of the moment...

He doesn’t guarantee whether he can “make it up” exactly the same next time…

 But the Fire Buddha didn’t know.

He cannot understand the depth of the ink painting, and does not know what the ink painting is doing. He only adheres to the monk's intuition. The more unknown something is, the more dangerous it is...

 While waiting for Mo Hua to finish the hand gesture, he suddenly drank, and a fireball appeared in his left hand and right hand at the same time.

This move really shocked the Fire Buddha.

 “Use both techniques at the same time?!”

Yin Leizi and the other two people didn't understand, but Fire Buddha studied magic very deeply and understood that this trick may seem simple, but the magic principle is extremely complicated and the difficulty is immeasurable.

 This brat...is he serious? !

 Fire Buddha is cautious by nature and instinctively activates his spiritual power to form a barrier of fire in front of him.

 The ink painting pushed the consciousness to the extreme, compressing the two fireballs, twisting and deforming them, and then clasping his hands together, causing the two fireballs to collide rapidly.

This move made Fire Buddha feel palpitated inexplicably.

He waved his hands to form a fire shield and held it in front of him, hoping to take Mo Hua's move.

 But what he expected was none of the surging spiritual power, violent explosions, and weird spells.

The two fireballs drawn in ink did not collide with each other. Instead, they each deviated from their orbits, flew forward, and exploded on the ground, throwing up gravel and dust.

 Huo Buddha and others were stunned for a moment.

 They couldn't tell what was going on.

After a few breaths, the smoke and dust dissipated, and they came back to their senses and found the ink painting...

 Escaped again.

Fire Buddha's face looked extremely ugly now.

 Having been fooled!

 What kind of powerful fireball technique?

 This is all **** nonsense!

I have been in Qianzhou for so many years, committed so many crimes, and killed so many people, but no one has ever dared to tease me like this!

Huangkou children, the milk is not dry, it is really bold!

There was a hint of murderous intent in Fire Buddha's eyes, and he said coldly:

 “If you want to run away, I want to see how you run away?”

The four of them, shaped like the wind, chased the ink painting fiercely until they reached a mountain forest. Looking around, they saw that the trees were swaying and there was no trace of the ink painting at all.

 (End of this chapter)