The abbot has now begun to call Tang Ming a donor, which shows that the abbot already knew that Tang Ming was here as early as the beginning.

But when did this old man appear here?

"Abbot, when did you get here?" Tang Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Calm down, calm down, since the monk Dajue didn't make a move on himself at the beginning, it shows that there is still room for talking about everything.

"Lao Wei has always been there!" Da Jue's voice was magnetic, just like when he heard it on stage at that time, and it almost made Tang Ming resonate with him again.

Tang Ming couldn't help but make a swing, obediently, isn't this a joke, there is an old man sitting in the golden dome of the whole person, he didn't even see it, could it really be that his skills have regressed a lot in another world.

No, Tang Ming hurriedly shook his head, even if his skills have regressed, but his eyes are not blind, where is such a big living person sitting cross-legged, he will not be able to see?

"Abbot Dajue, you just lie to me, if you were there just now, why can't I see it?" Tang Ming asked in a deep voice.

Monk Dajue smiled, and then said, "It's like entering meditation, just now I have fused with the Buddha light in the golden dome, and you naturally can't see me." ”

Tang Ming always felt that if he talked about this topic with the Great Jue Monk again, he would definitely be surrounded by the Great Jue Monk, and then he was desperately instilled with Buddhism, so he quickly pulled away from the topic and set his eyes on the Demon Suppressing Pestle.

"Abbot, seeing that you are so calm, then I must not be able to take this demon pestle today?" Tang Ming asked tentatively, if the abbot said yes, then today's Tang Ming could only turn his head and leave.

The abbot looked at Tang Ming with a smile, and then said, "Donor, are you still obsessed with this kind of superficial power?"

"If I say that if you take this demon pestle, hundreds of thousands or even millions of people will die in the next catastrophe, will you still take the demon pestle?" the abbot sighed and said to Tang Ming.

Tang Ming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Could it be that the abbot is saying that this demon pestle is the key to stopping the catastrophe?"

"Yes, as long as we use this pestle to kill a god-man who has been kind to these 100,000 people for a thousand years, then the remaining 100,000 people will live, but if we lose the pestle, we will lose the opportunity to hurt the god-man who has the favor of the previous year, and at the same time the god-man can live, but the 100,000 people will die. Saying that, the abbot's gaze became sharp, as if a sharp knife was hanging above Tang Ming's eyebrows.

Tang Ming frowned, is this kind of topic again, damn philosophy.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Ming suddenly thought of a monk he had met in the lower world, a person from the Nine Pyloric Sect, but he was really entangled in the light of merit, even if it was not as good as the Dajue monk in front of him, but it was definitely much more condensed than most of the monks in the two Zen temples.

Tang Ming replied

Tao "One person's life is also a life, and the life of tens of thousands of people is also a life, perhaps the real Buddha should not choose between the two, but jump out and just let everything go naturally." ”

The abbot touched his nose and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Is everything going naturally? Then why did you get the Demon Slaying Pestle?"

Tang Ming hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth to Monk Dajue, "I'm simple, I want to use the demon pestle to exchange for a person's information, and this information is very important to me." ”

"What if this information will be stained with the blood of 100,000 people?" the abbot continued.

Tang Ming smiled, this question is not a problem for him at all, he smiled, "Don't say 100,000 people, it is to exchange the blood of millions of people and the blood of 10,000,000 people, it is also worth it!"

"Don't you think the killing is too heavy?" The abbot's tone did not change much, so he could not hear the abbot's feelings.

Tang Ming shook his head, "I'm not a Buddha, what I can help is the people I really cherish, as for the people in the world, what does the people in the world have to do with me?"

The abbot heard Tang Ming's words, and then he was stunned for a moment, he actually had a feeling of surging blood after a long time, and he stopped in place for a moment, and then smiled.

"Perhaps, I used to have you as free and easy back then, but unconsciously, I also became a stubborn old man. ”

Hearing that the abbot seemed to be relieved, Tang Ming was suddenly overjoyed and said happily, "The abbot, but you promised to let me take this demon pestle?"

The abbot shook his head, "The demon pestle is there, if you want to take it, you can take it, I never said that I would stop you, I just advised you." ”

Tang Ming frowned, and said to himself, "It's really a twisted old man." ”

Since the abbot had already said that he would not stop him, Tang Ming simply walked very generously to the barrier where the demon pestle was hidden, condensed a black thunderbolt on his right hand, and then directly probed his hand in.

"Click!" black lightning slammed into the golden barrier, instantly rendering the barrier with a layer of dark black lightning lines. All the erosion thunder wrapped around Tang Ming's hand was isolated from the outside of the barrier, but Tang Ming's palm penetrated it effortlessly.

"Gollum!" Seeing that his palm was about to touch the top of the demon slaying pestle, even Tang Ming couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Finally, at this moment, Tang Ming's palm was wrapped around the demon-descending pestle, and he was about to pull the demon-descending pestle out with force.

It was dark in front of him, and then there were eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighteen golden Buddhas in his head, constantly singing in Tang Ming's mind.

The Sanskrit sound, as if to destroy Tang Ming's brain, urged Tang Ming to let go of the demon pestle in his hand as soon as possible, as long as he let go of the demon pestle, it would linger in his mind

The 88,888 Sanskrit sounds will also cease.

"Damn...... This kind of thing also wants to trap me?" Tang Ming gritted his teeth, his divine power was no longer a beginner's realm, but a real orange realm.

Although this Sanskrit sound came suddenly, Tang Ming also held on, not being attacked by the Sanskrit sound and losing consciousness. Instead, he condensed a curved bow in his divine space and shot at the Buddha statue.

However, such a soft and weak arrow was swept away by the golden light of merit and turned into ashes in front of the golden Buddha statue.

"Damn it......" Seeing that his attack didn't work at all, Tang Ming gritted his teeth, followed the divine thought and returned to his own top, using the strength of his whole body to frantically pull the demon pestle. Forcefully pulled the demon pestle from the barrier for half a minute, and just this half a minute distance made the Sanskrit sound in Tang Ming's head increase a few points again, and the noisy Sanskrit sound was like forming a huge palm, pinching Tang Ming's head, making Tang Ming's breathing miserable.

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, and blood dripped down the corners of his mouth on his gums, rendering Tang Ming like an old man who had been hit hard, bleeding and panting heavily, but he never put down the demon pestle in his hand for half a minute.

The abbot nodded, this is the last defense of the demon pestle, the demon pestle is a Buddhist magic weapon, and there is a Buddhist law guarding it, and the non-Buddhist family can not pick it up.

If the little monk who does not have a deep understanding of Buddhism picks it up, he will be like Tang Ming, suffering the pain of the torture of the 88,888 Sanskrit sounds. Struggling in pain and suffering.

However, Tang Ming is already determined, if he is an ordinary person, he is afraid that he will let go of his hand as soon as he touches the demon pestle, this kid can pull out the demon pestle for half a point, it seems that he is indeed not a little monk who can only play tricks.

"I'm okay!" Tang Ming relied on his perseverance to pull out the demon pestle an inch again, and then, the pain in his head turned into a burst of Weng Ming whirlwind, Tang Ming almost threw the demon pestle in his hand in front of him.

The palm of his hand was a little loose, but Tang Ming finally came back to his senses, and once again pinched the demon pestle in the palm of his hand. The eyes that were originally shrouded by the golden halo were now shrouded in circles of blood, and the corners of Tang Ming's mouth also opened in disgust, and there was bloodshot saliva flowing down from it, which was very terrifying and terrifying, showing the vicious dog poking its head out of hell.

Even if he has never suffered such pain, as long as he stands by Tang Ming's side and looks at the expression on Tang Ming's face, he can also know what kind of extreme pain Tang Ming is suffering at this time.

The abbot squinted his eyes, there was still three inches of distance left, thinking that this kid could only rely on his willpower to pull out this demon pestle for half a point at most, and the two and a half inches behind, he definitely couldn't pull it out!

In fact, when Tang Ming first pulled out that half an inch, he was already close to the limit, and now it is still the end of the strong crossbow, not to mention that he will pull out the demon pestle for half a point, it is already very difficult to maintain such a state.

"This is, I have found the hope of Yunfuyan, I must not, I can't let Yunfuyan go from my hand again!" It was in this extreme state that Tang Ming roared.

The ghost spear in his mind trembled violently, and then a surging black gas erupted from Tang Ming's hand, but in an instant, it was wrapped around the demon slaying pestle through Tang Ming's palm.

The demon subduing pestle shook violently, and in the moment when it was wrapped in black qi, the aura in Tang Ming's body suddenly had a feeling of transparency up and down, and then the immortal Shura exploded, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up more than 88,880 golden Buddha statues of Sanskrit sound that were constantly chanting in his mind, and the pressure of Tang Ming's divine thoughts turned into nothingness.

He exerted force with one hand, only to hear the sound of "whoosh!", and the demon pestle that had been placed in the barrier for an unknown amount of time was pulled out by Tang Ming entirely!

(End of chapter)

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