Urban Demon Slayer

The Garuda really went berserk and just flew out of the Valley of Flames!

The Hangcheng demon-slaying team headed by Gu Yan, as well as the eminent monks from Putuo Mountain, immediately entered a state of preparation for battle without saying a word. Garuda should not have ignored such a large group of people, but it clearly noticed that there were more people on the other side of the hall, so it flapped its wings and flew over again. Gu Yan and others hurriedly chased them, but where could they catch up?

In the Valley of Flames, Wang Qianchen appeared and immediately took out the medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Master Puji. Du Hong asked nervously: "Brother Puji, how are you?"

Master Puji did not speak, but stretched out a trembling hand, pointing in the direction of Abbot Huiguang's meditation.

By the way, there is also Abbot Huiguang!

From the moment the male bird went berserk until it flew out of the Valley of Flames, Abbot Huiguang didn't make any move. Even if he is practicing in seclusion, he should not be completely unresponsive. Seeing that Mount Putuo is about to encounter a disaster, as the abbot, he cannot stand by and watch.

"Master!" Du Hong stumbled towards Abbot Huiguang.

In a few steps, he rushed behind Abbot Huiguang, grabbed his arm and said, "Master, the Garuda has gone berserk..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Hong's eyes widened: "Master...Master..."

"What's going on?!" Wang Qianchen asked with his head raised. The only hope now is Abbot Huiguang. As one of the seven strong men in Daxia, it shouldn't be a problem for him to deal with a runaway Garuda.

But Du Hong's face was full of shock, as if he had discovered something terrible.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Du Hong was still in a daze, Wang Qianchen asked again.

"Master...Master has passed away..." Master Puji sat up with difficulty and gave an answer that Du Hong couldn't believe.

"When?! Why didn't you tell me?! Master passed away, why didn't you let him be buried? Why did you let him sit here?!" Du Hong suddenly turned around and roared at Master Puji, his eyes red and filled with tears. .

During the training camp before, Du Hong said that his relationship with Abbot Huiguang was not very good.

Well, they were master and apprentice on the surface, but they always called him "that old man" in private. After being trained by Song Chongjian several times, he changed it to "my master".

In Du Hong's words, he didn't want to become a disciple of Mount Putuo at all. It was Abbot Huiguang who came to invite him many times and promised to provide him with all-round resources, so he reluctantly became a lay disciple. As for the formal ordination and ordination, he even wanted to Don't even think about it.

Therefore, he has always been very dissatisfied with Abbot Huiguang. Generally speaking, his resentment is greater than his gratitude.

But now, watching the deceased Abbot Huiguang, Du Hong felt as if something was blocking his heart, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable. Thinking about it carefully, Abbot Huiguang treated him so well. He always had a tolerant attitude no matter how capricious and mischievous he was. In the past, he took it for granted. He was a genius. Isn't it normal to be praised by others? It wasn't until Abbot Huiguang died in front of him that he felt that the best person seemed to be gone.

"Boom boom boom——"

There were explosions not far away and

The sound of collapse was accompanied by many wails and screams. The rampaging Garuda was making a big fuss on Mount Putuo, which also woke Du Hong up.

"Senior Brother Puji, what should I do?" Du Hong held Abbot Huiguang's body with his hands. His whole body was trembling. Anger, fear, panic... multiple emotions were intertwined in his heart.

Master Puji sat up with difficulty, raised his head and said, "Master told me before he died that there will be a catastrophe in Putuo Mountain in the future, and it should be today! He left a line of spiritual power on his Zen staff and said that with this A Zen staff can help you survive the crisis..."

Abbot Huiguang did have a nine-ring tin staff standing next to him, which was the spiritual weapon he used to use during his lifetime.

Without saying a word, Du Hong straightened Abbot Huiguang's body and picked up the Zen staff. However, at this moment, Du Hong said slightly confused: "What kind of spiritual power, I didn't feel it?"

If it is true, as Master Puji said, that using this Zen staff can survive the crisis, then Du Hong will

You should feel empowered. After all, the rampaging Garuda is extremely ferocious. How can it deal with it without sufficient strength?

But Du Hong didn't feel anything. He was still the same person, unchanged.

Master Puji still raised his head and said with difficulty: "Master said that only those with true wisdom can gain power from the Zen staff!"

"Isn't this person me..." Du Hong held the Zen staff, his hands trembling slightly, and the sound of "rumbling" explosions and the wails of the disciples on Putuo Mountain kept coming to his ears.

"It's you..." Master Puji gasped and said, "You have to be formally tonsured and ordained to fully stimulate your wisdom roots..."

"Okay!" Du Hong immediately rushed to Master Puji without any hesitation.

"Please ask Brother Puji to ordain me!" Du Hong knelt on the ground and buried his face.

"Junior Brother Du, you have to think carefully..."

"Please ask Brother Puji to ordain me!"

Master Puji stopped talking, took out a razor from his arms, and placed it on Du Hong's scalp.

(End of chapter)