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It's the voice again.

I don't know how many times this voice has sounded, but every time I hear it, it makes people shudder, and every time I hear it, it makes Gu Jun feel uncomfortable.

But not absolutely.

This time is different.

Gu Jun is convinced that the Buddha name sung from the mouth of the monk this time is his own sorrow, and it is his only concern for the world.

These were his last words.

After singing this song, it was time for him to go home.

The Buddha is summoning him, such a big Buddha has lived for so long, it is really a big fool who has lived for so long, there is this cultivation not to experience the joy of the world, but to ask for a Buddha with a pure heart and few desires, what is the meaning of living, but now it is finally good, and now he has finally found the door to the world of bliss under his own excess.

Damn, he's finally going to die.

"Hey~~. ”

Gu Jun, who was tortured by the voice of the Great Sage, could still laugh in such an indifferent voice, he was also an immortal among the heavens and men.

Are you sure?

Is the Buddha name in the mouth of the monk really the last words of parting?

Amusing.

This is, of course, just wishful thinking.

However, in the case of Yakoki's spearhead that was intended to break the back of his head, this seemed to be true, and the monk's face turned around, as if he accepted his fate, and accepted the fate of being killed.

The face is a serene face.

The form is the form of harmony.

The Big Buddha is the Big Buddha, and the monks are worthy of being people who have lived for so long.

The wind behind him was thunderous, and the snake's tail was colder and more vicious than the snake letter, but his face did not change at all, and he was confident in his chest.

Compassion.

Affable.

He is like an ordinary person who does not know all evils, and he does not smile without a trace of dirt.

A pair of eyes fell softly on Han Xian's face, his face was like ashes, and his eyes were aimed at him, so the words in his mouth were naturally said to Han Xian.

Possibly, from beginning to end.

It doesn't matter if it's declining, it's good to sing about prosperity.

'Amitabha. ’

This voice was never sung to Gu Jun and other wicked people, but it was always for Han Xian, a destined person, to hear.

So now Han Xian, whose heart is almost dry, has heard it?

Silence.

The ashes of the face have created the silence of the heart.

The person is hanging on the Tiance Monument, as if he is really dead, his heart is still beating, he is still alive, but now Han Xian's depression is as if he is waiting for death.

Old monk with merciful eyebrows.

People who have been soaked in the years for so long, how can they not see the haggard under Han Xian's discouraged face, and want to expect him to hear it at this moment, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Amitabha. ”

These four words.

Sang by the monks, the wonderful words of Buddhism, the words of gold beads, one word and one magic.

A piece of light, a line.

It was directly submerged into Han Xian's tired forehead, afraid that he would not be able to hear, so he personally sent it into Han Xian's heart, we are destined, Amitabha.

Well-intentioned.

For the monk, this is not just a matter of good intentions, this is simply sacrificing the ego to save Han Xian's younger him.

Behind him, the Killer Edge is always there.

And now it's already saying that the monk is dead.

"Hum~~. ”

It's confident.

It is a bamboo in the chest.

The Buddha is not a real fool, it is true that the monk is saving Han Xian, but this is also based on certainty and self-confidence, just at the moment when the Buddha number exits.

At the moment when Yagongzi's snake tail was like a spear about to stab the back of the monk's head.

The abrupt light of the Buddha rose up.

The head of the monk was directly filled with a golden light, and behind his skull, a lotus platform actually appeared, and a small Buddha raised his palm.

There is a high monk.

Lived so long.

You should be a Zen who has lived from the shattering of the martial kingdom to the present, and thousands of years have passed in vain.

The years he spent were wasted.

The green lantern ancient Buddha is destined to be prosperous.

In this regard, Gu Jun's face was deeply stunned, he should have seen that his number one position in the world was already in danger before it was passed from Sheng Sushuang to his hands.

This monk must not stay.

"Amitabha. ”

Sing the Buddha's horn softly, where are you going with the snake tail.

The number one position in the world in Gu Jun's hands collapsed directly, and it couldn't reach his hands, and before Sheng Sushuang died, his second place in the world was also occupied by monks.

The snake's tail of the spear blade was directly fixed.

The astonishment is too many eyes, this is a means to kill Sheng Sushuang, but it was indeed taken down by a monk superficially, how dare they believe it.

The astonishment was Gu Jun, and they were stunned.

Harmony is the eye of the monk and has always been peaceful.

But I know it.

Although the little golden Buddha behind his head has fixed the spear and snake tail of Yagongzi, the monk himself knows better than anyone that this is only temporary.

If you delay, you can only die.

"Donor, I can only send you here, everything is arbitrary, everything is as you like. ”

Talk off.

"Whew~~. ”

Yakoki's snake tail was light, and the body of the divine monk actually disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment he appeared, it was as if he had never moved a bit.

Big Star.

Enchantment.

The wolves looked around.

He was still in the midst of them.

"Amitabha. ”

With mercy in his face, he seems to be saying that he is so innocent.

looked at him with a dull face, leaving only a very frightened heart.

"Giggle~~. ”

I don't know if it's the sound of the Great Sage's last voice tormenting Gu Jun's teeth trembling, or the resentful tooth cutting that the number one in the world in his hands will be destroyed?

Gu Jun's face was full of hatred.

yelled: "What do you see, keep killing." ”

Under the anger, the person finally couldn't keep the face of talking well, he howled, Yagongzi trembled, this Nuwa snake is so sad I don't know how many times I raised my head, the target is still there for a while, but he is indeed swaying left and right with mixed feelings.

Torture.

The torture of piano sounds.

Tease.

The teasing of the priest.

Drink and scold.

Gu Jun scolded.

It's uncomfortable, it's not a good thing to be the focus of everything, all this is not a choice, and I can only continue to kill at the moment.

Yakomi continued to bite.

Gu Jun continued to howl.

"Look at him, look at him. ”

Gu Jun gritted his teeth hysterically.

Of course, this is to let his minions look at the monk, not letting him be a demon is only one of the ideas, Gu Jun is hoping that he will solve the first place in the world of Sheng Sushuang, the first in the world in killing the monk, then he is still the first one in the world.

No. 1 in the world?

"Amitabha~~!"

The Buddha spoke again.

Did Han Xian hear the joke he said?

A Zen monk's bitter heart, Han Xian has heard it.

"Amitabha~~. ”

Under the star map, under the Dao tree, the weak soul repeated the words of the Buddha one by one, and in front of his eyes was also magnificent in the golden light.

The large characters spit out by the monk are now shining in the dark void of the star map.

But his light did shine on Han Xian's weakness.

Once the star map was emptied by himself, and a great project was completed, and the blood ocean in it was really re-incorporated into the hundred rivers by himself.

I thought it was done.

I thought it would be for me from now on.

But now?

"Knock~~. ”

"Ding Dong~~. ”

The spring water is melodious.

I can't imagine that those things that were sent away by myself would reappear in front of my eyes so quickly and tenaciously.

Under the golden light, see you in one point.

Scarlet.

Under the golden light, there is a trace of it.

Thick blood.

A trickle of water flows for a long time.

The former madness, the former infatuation, and the hard work are indeed a little bit of disintegration in front of me, so ruthless, and the taste is so painful.

And under the golden light of the Buddha word.

This is ruthless and bitter.

This pain goes deep into the bone marrow.

Do they really not belong to themselves, and will they really replace themselves one day?

"Whew~~. ”

The blood wind was cold, and the thick of the fishy thick made Han Xian feel cold, and a pair of eyes couldn't help but fall on the shining Buddha characters very gloomily.

whispered in his mouth: "You say we are destined?"

"Hehe~~?"

With a pale smile on his face, he said, "When the time comes, do you remember to save me?"

Ask?

Someone who is destined to ask.

The golden Buddha shimmered, and there was no trace of sound in it.

"Uh~~. ”

But the abrupt Han Xian's eyes that looked at the Buddha word and were about to give up were indeed suddenly startled, and in it, in the golden light of the Buddha word, there was indeed a trace of different color.

It's green.

Eyes converge.

What is that?

It's the leaves.

Ye Cuirou, the face is so quiet, the veins are so quiet, and the leaves bathed in the golden light are as peaceful as a big Buddha.

"Bodhi leaves. ”

What the monk sent in was not only a Buddha number, but also a Bodhi in front of the Buddha.

"Hehe~~. ”

The face was dyed with a smile.

In the past, the great Buddha had left traces in his own heart, and now he seems to have come again, refusal?

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian's face smiled so thickly, and in this smile, his hand was indeed slowly stretched out, and the Bodhi leaf that emitted this Buddha's light knew that it came with its own imagination.

Bodhi leaves?

Great compassion bodhichitta?

If he can be his true self, if that is his true self.

Then you have no choice.

"Amitabha. ”

Han Xian's mouth also recited a Buddha name, and he raised his fingers to take the cuirou bodhi leaf in his hand, and raised it in front of him, seeing that it was soft.

"Hehe~~. ”

The surface is still dyed and the leaves are still dyed.

The face is soft and the softness of the dyed leaves.

The eyes have found their own shadow, their own face, and color from the emerald green leaves, the pure color, the flawless face, the serene face, but there is no hair.

The head is shiny.

There is not a single trace of hair on it.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian's mouth smiled again, but the smile in it was indeed a little unclear, this uncertainty seemed to be a little lonely, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sighed softly: "Hey, Buddha, you are not my thoughts, and you are not the real Han Xian." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Raise your hand and wave it lightly.

Green and gloomy.

was laughing in his mouth, but he was indeed laughing and threw the Bodhi leaf that might save his life again.

leaf trembling,

The emerald shadow is dripping and turning.

"Hmph~~. ”

Seeing the coldness on his face, Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth and roared: "I am Han Xian, not a Buddha, I am Han Xian, not a blood demon." ”

"Boom~~. ”

Just when the roar in his mouth completely exploded, the demon knife suddenly burst out with a loud bang, and the edge was directed at the emerald shadow Bodhi leaf.

The calendar is cold.

Maybe it felt that such a thing should not appear in Han Xian's heart.

Maybe it's been hurt by this thing once, so it's afraid that it will sink again, and if that's it, then smash it.

That's what it thinks.

But this is not Han Xian's will.

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xian sneered in his mouth and said, "I'm still here, you don't have the possibility of going wild." ”

This is the star map, and he who is still alive will always be the only master, and with a palm of his hand, he immediately stopped the demon knife of the murderous calendar.

"Hey~~. ”

Cold laughter, demonic words.

He said, "Don't you don't want to become a Buddha, don't you say that he is a false face, then I will cut it for you, so as to resolve this thought, and the road to eternal life is pure." ”

The road to eternal life?

It's ridiculous.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian's laughter.

The smiling face is so quiet, the smiling face is so soft, and it is even more sparkling, one face is like the Buddha coming to the world, and said: "But I don't want to be a demon." ”

That's not the point anymore.

That's not the point anymore.

Blood to anger.

Buddha to the present.

"What are you doing, fire and water are incompatible, the enemy of Buddha and demons through the ages, you can't succeed. ”

What are you anxious about?