Even though the other party had no malice, the aura emitted from his body still shocked Wang Wenhao. He had never seen such a terrifying aura.

But this aura was very gentle, as if he wanted to soothe the hatred he buried deep in his heart, so that he could feel... Maybe he could let go of everything and feel no desires.

In his state of mind, there seemed to be something on the top of Wang Wenhao's empty mountain. It was a monk wearing a white moon cicada dress. The other party looked like a young man, and thousands of Buddha lights burst out from his body, as if he was evolving his state of mind.

Under the Buddha's light, the breeze that Wang Wenhao felt was gradually dispersed, and the white frost gradually faded. His state of mind seemed to be able to see nothing except the dazzling Buddha's light.

A panic in his heart. The change in Wang Wenhao's mood made him completely angry. He raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "What did you do to my mood!"

"Amitabha..." Ji Zheng clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name. The gentle smile on his face did not change at all. He said slowly: "What my Buddhist Zen master practices is the state of mind. If you meet this kind of donor with Buddha nature today, you naturally want to accept the donor into the Buddhist sect."

"Buddhist?" Wang Wenhao's expression slightly changed. He sat in the native Yingzhou man, and naturally knew what the word Buddhism represented. It was one of the supreme forces standing in the atrium.

But even so, Wang Wenhao would not agree to Jizheng so easily. He knew who his master was, and he was an existence that could not call out his name.

I even know who my masters are. At this time, a monk who claims to be a shit Buddhist came and wanted him to join. How could it be possible!

"It seems that the donor knows that our Buddhism exists. If that's the case, go back with us." Ji Zheng uttered the Buddha's name, and then his mood expanded directly, and Wang Wenhao's mood was immediately covered.

During the collision between the moods, Wang Wenhao almost broke his mind and died on the spot, but Ji Zheng obviously did not do this, but wanted to enter Wang Wenhao's mood and spy on it.

The originally fragile state of mind was torn apart, and Ji Zheng, wearing a white moon cicada suit, entered Wang Wenhao's state of mind. His body was filled with Buddha light. After looking at the desolate and dark state of mind, he shook his head and said:

"The eyes are filled with wind, frost, snow, and forests, which are completely vulgar and useless things..."

The Buddha light flashed directly behind him, and then a giant hand holding the sky-raising stared open Wang Wenhao's mood vulgarly, violently grasped the breeze, and crushed it with a little force!

The moment the breeze broke, the anger on Wang Wenhao's face suddenly stagnated. The wind was his eyes...

And just after the breeze in his mind was broken, he seemed to be blind...

He could not sense the existence of the wind, he was like a headless fly, and could not sense anything in reality.

However, when he was about to rise up and resist, he realized how obvious the gap between him and Ji Zheng was. He was like a child who had just learned to walk, and Ji Zheng was the villain who did everything he could.

He had just learned to walk, but Ji Zheng directly broke his leg, the reason was that... this path was not what he taught...

Holding his head, his head seemed to explode. Wang Wenhao screamed heart-wrenchingly, and at this moment, only a wisp of white frost was left in his state of mind.

That was what Lin Changfeng had learned from him at the beginning. Looking at the Buddha's hand emitting thousands of golden lights, which really touched the white frost, Wang Wenhao could no longer control his anger and shouted hard: "Get out!"

At the same time, a stream of frost directly covered his entire state of mind. When Ji Zhenggang was surprised, his mind was shocked, as if he noticed the danger and left Wang Wenhao's state of mind.

In reality, Wang Wenhao was half kneeling on the ground in pain. His expression was even a little confused, and his expression was extremely muddy.

Li Taixuan ran directly to Wang Wenhao and shook the boy gently for a moment. Unfortunately, the other party had no expression and no sign of vividness, as if it was a dead thing.

"What's going on? Wen Hao?"

This is his master's grandson. Li Taixuan naturally felt heartbroken. He looked up at Ji Zheng who was standing on the top of the mountain and said angrily: "Old bald donkey! What did you do to my master's grandson!"

Fu Yuesheng had just broken through the barrier of his body and was not defined by his cultivation. Now he looked at Ji Zheng opposite him and raised his eyebrows and said, "You'd better give me an explanation... Don't force me to kill you!"

Ji Zheng's aura was very strong, but Fu Yuesheng didn't care about this at all. He seemed to have not felt it. His face was cold, and his right hand pressed against the hilt of the knife around his waist, looking like he was drawing his sword at any time.

"Amitabha, the donor may have misunderstood." Ji Zheng was very confident that Fu Yuesheng did not have this ability, but he still said gently: "It has been very difficult for my Buddhist Zen Master to see a genius in recent years. Today, I saw this little donor practicing the state of mind, so I became interested in accepting disciples."

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Wang Wenhao, who was kneeling on the ground and his expression was dull. Fu Yuesheng frowned and said angrily: "If I were to accept a disciple, why would my junior nephew become like this?"

"Oh..." Ji sighed, and Ji looked at Wang Wenhao with a pity, saying, "It's a pity that he has not practiced the Buddhist Zen master system, his mood is not pure, there is a little more wind and frost... I am helping him."

Hearing this, the expression on Fu Yuesheng's face suddenly changed. He looked gloomy and asked, "What did you do!"

"It just wiped out the breeze. If possible, I can wipe out the frost..."

The moment the words were finished, the figure with the long sword unsheathed exploded directly in Ji Zheng's ears, and at the same time, an endless knife intent turned into a thread of silk, reaching his neck.

Such a violent attack caused the space around to vibrate directly, and accompanied by the sound of the knife, Ji Zheng's eyelids twitched wildly.

He never underestimated anyone, but today on Fu Yuesheng, he felt that he underestimated the other party.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and when this extremely violent one appeared in front of him, it was directly shattered by the space.

Before he could speak, he heard Fu Yuesheng's angry roar.

"Isn't pure? Then do you know that the breeze is his eyes!"

The long sword in Fu Yuesheng's hand pointed directly at Ji Zheng's chest, his eyes full of endless anger.

Seeing this scene, Ji Zheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He could clearly feel Fu Yuesheng's overwhelming anger. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and said aloud: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

This is the Buddhist precept and the exclusive ability of Zen masters. They can influence the mood of others through their own strong state of mind, so as to follow the words and Dharma.

But today... he failed.

"Let me go!" Fu Yuesheng roared, and the anger in his eyes burst out directly, and the long sword waved at Ji Zheng's neck.
Chapter completed!