Faced with the powerful move of the corpse ghost dragon, Ye Qing and others were also shocked. This powerful power was not something they could resist. At this time, Sakyamuni was still far away and had no time to come to rescue him. Besides, even if Sakyamuni came, with Sakyamuni's power, he would at most ensure that he would not be injured, and he would not care about everyone's content.

Seeing that this force was about to rush on everyone, at this moment, a voice suddenly came, just like the sound of heaven coming from the nine heavens, shaking the whole audience.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name fell from the sky, and everything on the scene seemed to be solidified in the Buddha's name. Even the movements of the corpse ghost dragon slowed down, and the power he had exerted slowly dissipated in the sound, and even he himself didn't know what had happened.

Ye Qing and others were even more dazed. The Buddha's name was accompanied by the sound of the Sanskrit sounds, making people feel as if they were in the Pure Land. All the emotions in their hearts dissipated in this instant, and replaced by endless tranquility and peace. Even the face of the corpse ghost dragon was a little more calm!

However, the calm was only for a few seconds. The face of the corpse ghost dragon suddenly became ferocious again. He turned his head suddenly and roared: "Who is it! Who is it! Who is it!"

The roar of the corpse ghost dragon brought everyone in a daze back to reality. Everyone turned their heads and looked at them, and they wanted to know who shouted the Buddha's name.

"You're finally here!" Shaka shook his head, looked at the back of the corpse ghost dragon, and said, "If you don't come, I can't hold on alone!"

"Since I promised you would come, how could I not come?" A calm voice came over. At this moment, the corpse ghost dragon realized that this person was behind him.

The corpse ghost dragon suddenly turned around and saw a handsome young monk standing not far from him. The monk was dressed in white clothes, without any dust. He walked along the way, as if he had no entanglement with this world, without any mortality. Compared with Sakyamuni, this monk was better than a real monk and a Buddha-like figure!

"You...who are you?" The corpse ghost dragon shivered a little, and his intuition told him that this monk was definitely not simple.

The young monk had already come over at this time. He nodded to the corpse ghost dragon and said softly: "I am not a flower!"

This young monk is no other person, it was the Wuhua monk that Ye Qing had met in Shenjiazhuang before. That time, the killing gate attacked Shenjiazhuang and was preparing to resolve the previous grudges. Wuhua rushed over and took Cui Yulong away. I don’t know what he had talked to Cui Yulong. Anyway, Cui Yulong, who was originally very murderous, actually restrained a lot. If Cui Yulong had no choice, he would not kill anyone anymore, which made Ye Qing very shocked and admired.

When Ye Qing saw the monk Wuhua again this time, he was even more surprised. He finally knew who was invited by Sakyamuni, and finally knew why Sakyamuni said he had seen this person. That's right, Ye Qing had seen him in Shenjiazhuang last time.

"Monkey Wuhua?" Helian Tiehua whispered beside him: "Isn't he Shaka's disciple?"

Shen Tianjun nodded slowly, looked at Wuhua, and whispered: "But, why do I look at him? He doesn't look like Shaka's disciple. His strength is not inferior to Shaka!"

"What's going on?" Everyone was surprised. Everyone knew the reputation of Sakyamuni and knew a lot of things about Sakyamuni. However, this monk Wuhua was different. No one knew his situation at all. Even Chen Tianjun was the same. Wuhua helped Shenjiazhuang, but until now, Chen Tianjun didn't know what Wuhua's true identity was.

Hearing the discussions of everyone, Shaka turned his head and said, "What are you muttering, he is not my apprentice!"

After hearing what Shakyamuni said, everyone was in an uproar. Chen Tianjun was surprised and whispered: "Master Wuhua, is it your junior brother?"

"This..." Shaka scratched his head and said, "You can't say that, he should be my uncle!"

"Ah?" Everyone exclaimed in surprise. What is Shakyamuni's identity? He is the most deserving first person in Buddhism and the longest-lived person in Buddhism. He should be the highest-ranking person in Buddhism. Unexpectedly, a monk Wuhua appears now, who is still his uncle? What a joke?

"Your uncle?" The dragon of the corpse ghost also widened his eyes, stared at Wuhua for a long time, and suddenly said, "The Buddha said, "A flower is one world, one tree is one Bodhi. For Buddha, flowers are the same as this world. You are so arrogant and dare to claim that Wuhua, is it that you don't respect Buddha in your heart?"

"Wuhua is Bodhi." Wuhua smiled faintly and said, "I am not disrespectful to Buddha, but the Tao that I practice is different from that Tao!"

The corpse ghost dragon frowned. Even though he had experienced it, he didn't understand what Wuhua meant.

After a moment of silence, the dragon of the corpse ghost gritted his teeth and roared: "Hmph, no matter whether you are flowers or not, Bodhi is not Bodhi. It depends on your age. Even if you are a little capable, how capable can you be? As long as you have not mastered the golden body of the Buddha, today, I will still take your life!"

The dragon of corpse ghosts suddenly rushed towards Wuhua, exerting all his strength with both hands, just trying his best to kill Wuhua with one blow, killing this big trouble.

"Amitabha!" Wuhua closed his hands again and let out a soft cry. With this soft cry, the surrounding Sanskrit sounds rose again, and a quiet and peaceful aura suddenly rose again.

The corpse ghost dragon was trying his best, but when he heard Wuhua's voice, his heart became calm again for some reason. The power he had accumulated involuntarily disappeared. The palms he had slapped out had no strength at all. Even if it hit Wuhua's body, it would be at most a helping Wuhua pat his clothes, and it would not hurt him at all.

In fact, before the corpse ghost dragon could catch Wuhua's body, Sakyamuni next to him rushed over and stopped him directly.

"I'll go, your uncle!" Shaka swears and punches the corpse ghost dragon in the face. The strength of the corpse ghost dragon dissipates with Wuhua's soft cry. Now he has not mobilized his strength. He was hit by Shaka in the face and fell to the ground.

The corpse ghost dragon was furious and immediately used its power to prepare to fight back. At this time, Wuhua yelled the Buddha's name again. Just like before, the corpse ghost dragon's power had just been circulated, and there was no power to resist at all.

"I'll trample your grandson to death!" Shaka raised his stinky feet and kicked the corpse ghost dragon's face one after another. The corpse ghost dragon mobilized its strength several times in a row, but was dissolved by Wuhua's Buddha's name. When Shaka was stepped on the ground, he couldn't even climb up. He was trampled on his face and was in a mess.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The corpse ghost dragon roared wildly, and tried several times in a row but couldn't get up. Instead, he was kicked down by Shaka again.

"Howl, uncle!" Shaka simply took off his shoes and knocked the face of the Ghost Dragon with the soles of the shoes, without giving the Ghost Dragon any face.

The corpse ghost dragon circulated its power crazily, but it could not mobilize it at all. After dozens of attempts, he finally understood what was going on. When Wuhua called the Buddha's name lightly, the Buddha's seal and Buddhist singing could make people feel calm in their hearts instantly, and the accumulated power disappeared instantly. Therefore, Wuhua could not mobilize any power at all. However, Sakyamuni was not affected by the Buddha's name at all, so Sakyamuni still preserved his power, and he had no power at all. Naturally, he was beaten by Sakyamuni and had no power to fight back.

"What kind of evil skills are you?" The corpse ghost dragon roared angrily: "Wuhua, who are you? Why haven't I heard your name before?"

Wuhua whispered: "I am a nameless person, so why should the donor insist on pursuing it?"

"Impossible!" The corpse ghost dragon said angrily: "You are the number one person in Buddhism, how could you be an unknown person?"

"You don't know much about Buddhism. If you have heard of it, then my Buddhist people are too worthless!" Sakyamuni said, pressing the corpse ghost dragon to the ground and constantly slapping the corpse ghost dragon's face with the soles of the shoes.

After a great fight, Shaka turned around and shouted, "Hey, you guys, should you try it too?"

Ye Qing and the others were beside him, listening to Wuhua's Buddhist voice, they could not mobilize their power. Looking at Sakyamuni's crazy corpse and ghost dragon, everyone was already ready to move. Hearing Sakyamuni's words, Ye Qing was the first to rush over and said, "I'll do it!"

Ye Qing snatched Saky's shoes from Sakyamuni, rushed up and slapped the sole of the shoe on the face of the Ghost Dragon. The Ghost Dragon was extremely annoyed, but he could not mobilize the slightest power to resist. Now everyone seems to be ordinary people without power, and on Ye Qing's side, Sakyamuni is still keeping all his strength. It is obvious that the Ghost Dragon was beaten up.

Ye Qing snatched the shoes, Shaka was very dissatisfied and said, "Hey, why are you snatching my shoes? You don't know how to slippers yourself?"

"Your shoes are smelly enough!" Ye Qing gave a reason that Sakyo could not refute, but this sentence almost made the corpse ghost dragon irritated. Damn, you beat me and deliberately brought the smelly shoes, right?

Shaka stood beside him and thought for a while, suddenly took off his other shoe, turned his head to shout at Shen Tianjun and others who had just run over, "Selling shoes, this one can't kill anyone, and you can even kill someone!"

"I bought it!" Shen Tianjun snatched the smelly shoe from Sakyamuni without saying a word, rushed up and beat the corpse ghost dragon with Ye Qing.

Shenjiazhuang was almost destroyed by the corpse ghost dragon. How many people in the Shen family died at the hands of the corpse ghost dragon? Shen Tianjun hated the corpse ghost dragon to the core. However, his strength is no match for the corpse ghost dragon at all. How could he miss the opportunity this time? Not to mention ten million, he would also get a hundred million!
Chapter completed!