Is he cunning?

Is he hypocritical?

I'm afraid it's hard to get a definite answer to all this from his beautiful coat, the soft white clothes must have been born with the sun, otherwise how could there be a holy glow everywhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The monk's voice of 'Amitabha' successfully relieved Han Xian's burden.

His gaze swept over the face of a Zen monk like a torch.

He was staring at the color of the monk's sigh with his own smiling face, and did his smile at the corners of his eyes contain this hypocrisy, and did this smiling and toothy expression mean that it was cunning?

Everyone laughed and couldn't see through it.

How can there be half a cunning color in his eyes, compared with the sigh and sadness of the monk, his eyes are full of smiles, which is the real compassion.

And the corners of his mouth are even more unlikely to have hypocritical pretenses, but compared with the dim compassion of the monks, the corners of his mouth are smiling with sorrow and joy, which can be regarded as true compassion.

His every move is a good man.

His gestures are as if the real Buddha is in the world, and he may appear from the sun is the incarnation of the Buddha, of course, he is more compassionate than the compassion of the monks, of course, he will be more compassionate than the compassion of the monks, because he is the true Buddha with hair.

But for this true Buddha, worshipping incense and worshipping the Buddha for half a lifetime is indeed like being in a deep sea of suffering.

The mercy is so bleak, the people in this world don't need him to have mercy anymore, he himself is the one who desperately needs mercy and redemption.

"Amitabha!"

I don't know if this Buddha horn came from the mouth of the monk or from the throat of the Buddha.

But what can be known is that the monk closed his eyes with grief on his face, and perhaps this whispering Buddha chant came from him, because his expression was too much like repentance and praying for salvation from the gods and Buddhas.

In the face of repentance, the long-haired Buddha wearing the sun robe appeared more gentle, looking at his image, as if this Buddha chant was indeed coming from his throat, because he saw the humility of the believer, the piety of the believer.

Look at the level of compassion and the degree of hypocrisy.

"Hehe~~. ”

It is only Han Xian, who has been transferred by others, who has such a leisurely and elegant view of the benevolence between the true Buddha and the false Buddha, and has long had a plan in his heart from beginning to end, and his eyes fell on the smiling and compassionate face of the Buddha, and his expression was sneering.

He laughed in his heart: "What kind of kindness does he pretend, can he be called a Buddha with his shining skin and flesh?"

This is Han Xian's inward sneering and smiling question, and of course, the first to answer can only be the same sneering heart, and said: "If the skin is good, it can be called a Buddha, then this Buddha is too worthless." ’

At that time, the Buddhist chant of the monk shared the pressure for Han Xian, and at this moment, Han Xian's sneer also attracted the attention of the Buddha with long hair.

His gaze fell back and stared at Han Xian's face.

The smile disappeared in an instant, and there was only a majestic face, but no one could detect a trace of anger from this majesty.

From the eyes to the heart.

The majesty of the Buddha was already through Han Xian's sneering gaze, pointing directly at the contempt in his heart.

With just one look, the sneer on Han Xian's face was frozen, and the sneer that was originally loud in his heart was frozen in an instant.

To that face.

It seems that man does not dare to be angry, and it seems that he cannot be angry.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~. ”

The heart was beating excitedly, and the blood was hitting the numb barrier in the heart again and again, but at this moment, the efforts of the heart and the blood seemed to be a little hollow.

Han Xian was still a little stunned.

"Hmph, you deserve to be on par with me. ”

What is this Buddha in majesty and rage?

Of course, it was Han Xian who took advantage of his unpreparedness to disobey, all beings in the world should be prostrate under his feet, and at this moment, this person was actually daring, and he actually stood at the same height as himself.

Of course, the great god will not move, and the humble ant will naturally kneel under the snort of the great god.

Did Han kneel first?

Of course not.

The Buddha is destined to be disappointed, and the heart and blood can't break the numbness that is solidified in his body, but the arrogance in his bones can, and this cold snort that blinds everything should have aroused the arrogance in Han Xian's bones.

It is delusional to want to grovel in front of those who think highly of themselves.

Han Xian's eyes were rolling around, and there was a look of ill intentions in them.

The corners of his mouth cracked, and he sneered in his mouth: "Hehe~~." "I know very well in my heart that the best way for such an empty-eyed person is to give back to him in his own way.

Is the Buddha majestic?

Is it the pride of the Buddha to look down on everything?

Han Xian told him with his sneer, your majesty is worth half a cent in front of me, your arrogance looks down on everything, and I trample you under my feet with pride.

Angry.

The gods and Buddhas are also angry, the pretty face of the Buddha with hair is upside down, the eyes are as cold as a knife cutting the heart, and the momentum is like Mount Tai buried heavily, and it completely covers Han Xian's body in an instant.

"Wow~~. ”

This is not vomiting blood, but Han Xian's reaction to spitting his feet and swallowing his saliva, can you cut my heart like a knife with a cold gaze?

Amusing!

Can you bury my body like Mount Tai?

Lamentable!

Isn't it sad or ridiculous that a hypocritical villain tries to make me succumb with his gaze and momentum!

"Ha, ha, haha~~~. ”

Han Xian, who was spitting, was almost about to laugh, and his right ring finger pointed at the majestic face of the Buddha who was not angry, and he interpreted his contempt to the extreme.

He should have laughed enough. ’

Even in this glittering hair-growing Buddha's heart, Han Xian was a clown through and through, then he had succeeded in making this great god angry.

The true Buddha is also angry, not to mention that this is still the true bald donkey who left these three thousand troubles.

"Bang~~. ”

This sound was not a gathering of strength in the throat, but a random sound after the two lips of the Buddha struck each other, and it fell into the air so slight that it could not shake even a minute of air.

But falling into Han Xian's ears and heart, it was like the explosion of the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder.

People are already sick, and when they heard this sound, their souls immediately sank into a state of confusion, and their bodies were fluttering in an instant, and they almost fell from the air.

What kind of monster is this?

Han Xian was shocked and suspicious.

You must know that you are not a fool, although you despise him very frivolously in your behavior, but the Dao power in the star chart has long been stretched into a string, waiting for him to be the first to attack.

His 'difficulty' was made, but he was almost shocked into a fool when he was prepared.

But the long-haired Buddha who successfully shook Han Xian into a fool was indeed not as happy as he imagined in his mind, but added a bit of gloom to the look on his face.

Although Han Xian's body was about to shake, in the eyes of the Buddha with the hair, the swaying from side to side was more like a piercing mockery.

'Angry. ’

The bald donkey with this hair was really angry.

The upside-down eyebrows seemed to have been ignited by the flames, and there was a faint hint of ice in his eyes, and at this moment, the surrounding of his body was not as thick as Mount Tai, but the coldness of Xuan Bing.

But before this cold could crush Han Xian into ice ballast, he was killed by the real monk and in the belly.

"Amitabha. ”

The monk with closed eyes chanted a Buddha horn in his mouth again, and this time, the Buddha horn was not a powerless scream, but the derivation of the loud Dharma, and the cold ice of the Buddha was melted and swept away in an instant.

The Buddha roared in a low voice, "Monk, do you really want to meddle in your business?"

The benevolent monk naturally wanted to spend the injustice of the world, and the monk's eyes that were closed because of sad sighs still chose to open them in helplessness.

With a slightly sad true charity, his eyes calmly fell on the false benevolence and righteousness that was thick and angry.

"Hey. ”

After sighing, the look on the face of the monk actually rose a little remorseful, his head shook slightly, and he whispered in his mouth: "It seems that the old man is wrong, he shouldn't let you leave that day, so as not to suffer the people in the world." ”

What is the monk talking about?

Han Xian, who was scratching people's cheeks, listened very inexplicably.

But the Buddha with the hair full of holiness and anger and distortion on his face obviously knew that the monk was regretting the past, and his smile like sunshine instantly painted his face, and he whispered very kindly: "It's not too late to turn back at this time. ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Hearing the sound, the monk Yizen just shook his head slightly, and chuckled lonely in his mouth.

He knew in his heart that he was not only soft-hearted then, but even more so now, because he was watching in the fog as the man crawled away from under his nose like a reptile at one time.

He is a wicked person, and the monks are very clear from beginning to end, but he has indeed spared his life again and again.

The sigh of the monk and the long-haired Buddha who incarnated as the first good person in heaven and earth were of course angry, his face was righteous and yang, and his eyes were majestic like knives, and he asked, "Shouldn't he be killed?"

"The. ”

The monk replied with a sigh.

The first good man's face and eyes were more righteous and majestic, and he continued to ask: "Since you know, then you go and kill him, he steals the yang energy of all beings in the world with his own filth and virtue, he deserves to kill, deserve to die." ”

That's right, he really deserves to be killed, to be killed.

Who that person is, Han Xian should already know at this moment, who is the first villain in his own cognition in heaven and earth.

"Uh~~. ”

The abrupt Han Xian was shocked in his heart, and his heart was bright.

The heart is opened, it is suddenly opened, this is not a monk with this hair, but the demon sacrifice that was strangled by the Buddha that day, this is its true form.

Devouring human life, soul in one of them.

And the second is to be with all the high virtues and goodness of greedy beings, that is, the supreme merit, and when the merit is completed one day, then the demon sacrifice will not be a demon, but a great god of mercy, loyalty, and bravery.

At that time, Yakoki, who has successfully fused with the gods, will be able to successfully whitewash away all the filth of the past.

At that time, he will be a great god of kindness, loyalty, and courage.