A Zen monk and Wu Jitang did not know each other, so it can be said that he had never met face-to-face, and he had already decided in his heart that the demon dragon who exuded a ghostly aura must not be a benevolent person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The eyes of a Zen monk may not know Wu Jitang, but the Buddha he believes in recognizes all people in the world, and his benevolent heart wants to overcome all suffering.

And now, those old eyes, opened to witness the occurrence of suffering?

When a living soul enters the gate of hungry ghosts, a Zen monk doesn't need to think about it, he knows what kind of pain it will be, but if it's as simple as that, it won't be too much sorrow, but more importantly, the gate of hungry ghosts will definitely wipe out Wu Jitang's soul, and Wu Jitang will not have any afterlife to speak of, and there are too many innocent people like Yiyang City today.

Maybe to the man who was sealed in his heart, what a stupid thought, 'What if there is one more of him,' but that's not what he really wants to express.

There was a hint of excitement hidden in the coldness, and a voice sounded in Yizen's heart: "If you can't do it, let me come, I swear with my soul, I will definitely imprison him in front of the Buddha, and he will never leave, how about sending you this merit, and it will save you the trouble of choosing and leaving, as far as your indecisive nature is concerned, if he escapes, countless living beings will definitely die tragically." ”

With a few words, the love is sincere, there is no half-falsehood, indecision is true, the tragic death of countless living beings is also true, and it is even more true that Scarlet Yizen has such an ability, and the only falsehood is also the most important, Wu Jitang's little life Scarlet Yizen did not consider it.

"Amitabha. ”

The sound of the Buddha is not from the mouth of a Zen monk, but from the existence in the heart that the blood stain can wash away half of the world, but this Buddha horn is really a little bit like it.

Intrigued?

The heart of a Zen monk had already moved, and the hesitation on his face did not change for a minute, and the old eyes were still staring closely at the figure of the demon dragon, as well as the quiet and peaceful Wu Jitang who was holding in his hand.

"Well, what's wrong with him, he needs to suffer this unwarranted calamity," whether the soft sigh decided what was in his mind.

Maybe a Zen monk is wrong, Wu Jitang's body is already carrying a lot of blood, let's talk about the innocent soul of Yiyang City, that is also provoked by him.

He should also be responsible for everything Wu Jitang today, but in the compassionate eyes of a Zen monk, do Yiyang people still need someone to accompany the funeral to be responsible?

Isn't it already too much!

The dragon's heart tugged deeply, but he still had to try to maintain a calm smile on his face to hide the anxiety of burning fire in his heart.

It's useless to shout thousands of bald donkeys, the worst plan is already prepared, that is the price of almost fighting for the whole life, if you can get away with it, then you don't know how long it will take to conceive and get back.

Minute by minute, I hope to be compressed a little bit.

Because of the proximity of the magic dragon, the Buddha light emitted by the word "Mi" was even more enthusiastic, and the face of the magic dragon actually showed a little pain, and the transparent body seemed to be about to be melted away by the rolling sun.

And now the most painful should indeed be Wu Jitang, he was already tortured, and this pain is completely different from the Demon Dragon's methods, it is more like a kind of Heavenly Dao suppression, as if he should not exist in this world, desperately trying to throw himself out, and the roughness of the way has completely distorted the pain on Wu Jitang's face.

Dying and struggling, Wu Jitang didn't have this idea, but the magic dragon had, how much he wanted Wu Jitang to cry out in pain, and he was not Wu Jitang, the pain that could be shouted might be a strange happiness for Wu Jitang.

If it can be disguised, the magic dragon will definitely replace Wu Jitang and remind a Zen monk loudly.

And since the bitter master couldn't make the final explanation, he had to do it for the demon dragon.

He stopped, the demon dragon actually stopped, the scorching sun above his head was so intense, Wu Jitang must have wanted to scream crazy, why did he stop, why did he torture me so much.

In fact, the demon dragon was not comfortable, after all, the scorching sun above his head, he breathed heavily in his mouth, tried to stabilize his body, and said loudly: "Divine monk, do you just watch him die?"

A Zen monk has a look of pain on his face, and the body of a person who has not suffered half of the torture, does the soul suffer with Wu Jitang?

"Amitabha. ”

The Buddha's name was accompanied by a sigh, and it was clear that there was a choice in Yizen's heart.

The pain on the face of the demon dragon completely exploded, and his pain was more important for the back of most of his life, he was still unwilling, and shouted loudly again: "Bald donkey, what kind of Buddha you cultivate, the Buddha can cut meat and feed the eagle, and you are obviously capable, and you do not save when you see death, such a person, the Buddha does not accept it, and I love it deeply." ”

After speaking, without any hesitation, he casually threw Wu Jitang towards the door of the hungry ghost.

Whether or not you heard the quiet wind, all the original pain turned into a peaceful smile in an instant.

Perhaps this was a long-awaited moment, Wu Jitang's eyes could be as open as Qin Muhai's, and he could see the chaotic world clearly.

Nothing to keep in mind.

Wu Jitang's eyes did not close, and the eyes of a Zen monk really couldn't bear to look directly at the sorrow of others, so they quietly closed.

"Hehe, it turns out that we are fellow monks. The voice of sympathy sounded in the heart of the monk.

As for who would be so cynical, only those who were also sealed would have such distress.

"Amitabha. ”

Endless sighs carry infinite infatuation, and for the pain in front of him, a Zen monk can't sit idly by, as for the sins in this world in the future.

Is he less?

The demon dragon is overjoyed, he is fortunate to have let his plan succeed, maybe he should be lucky, he met a stubborn bald donkey, not a righteous person full of hypocrisy.

"Haha. ”

Rampant and smug laughter occupy the whole sky, what is the difference between the thick clouds and the sea in the eyes of the magic dragon, today to get away, the next time will be able to be at ease, you must know that this era is not a wilderness, the dragon enters the sea, everything will be surrendered to the feet, and all living beings will be fish, meat, delicacies.

The demon dragon must have been very anxious, and his body instantly surpassed Wu Jitang who was thrown out, and his arrogant eyes did not stop on that peaceful face.

The arrogance of those hands has climbed countless steps in an instant, does such a person need to do it himself?

It's ridiculous.

A gentle Buddha light fell gently, gently wrapping Wu Jitang's thin body, he had suffered too much, and Yizen wanted to pray for him in front of the Buddha.

And now is obviously not the time, for the dragon is really going into the sea, and the righteous are still on the way.

Now the capable Buddhists are indeed just chanting the scriptures.

Always on the road, eternal love is difficult to help, but the disciples of Buddhism chanting scriptures are also a kind of ability.

The expression of a Zen monk is now without half a point of compassion, and it can be said that when the Buddha formula of the word 'Mi' is dispersed, his face has changed from compassion to angry eyes.

Does the dragon care about this?

And in his opinion, it is useless to tighten his brows now, without the seal, he can go wherever he wants, and he must know that he is a great dragon!

"Hehe, silly worm. ”

A cold smile sounded in Yizen's heart, and the people who obviously shared the same fate knew what the means would be.

In the empty and lonely world, there is gradually a little clearer, and in the peace, there is a huge and eternal sound of scriptures, and the gray monk's robe of a Zen monk dances leisurely in the wind.

At this moment, a Zen monk is like the center of the Qingming world, and this world is destined to be a quiet Buddha land, and countless pale golden scriptures in the air quietly emerge.

They seem to have always existed in this world, and people don't feel the slightest disobedience.

With such a vast and long-lasting means, the demon dragon knew who it was against.

A smug smile flowed into his face excessively, and he was really glad that he didn't misjudge the bald donkey's means, if he was still in the seal, it would be difficult to know if he was alive and dead in the face of this, even if he escaped with the vitality of the dragon, it was basically crippled, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover.

And now it's different, although the bald donkey's methods are terrifying, but for himself, as long as he spends some means, it is too simple to get out.

Those manic eyes floated to the scriptures in the air, sneered, and said, "Bald donkey, wake up now, it's too late, let you see the methods of this Demon Venerable." ”

The demon dragon's transparent body slowly turned into nothingness, and it completely disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And when it appeared, it was already dozens of meters away, as if teleporting, and a smug laugh sounded again: "Monk, how is the deity's means, you still want to seal me, do your dreams, the deity doesn't play with you anymore, I've been hungry for so long." A cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

Yizen's face did not change in the slightest, as if he had not discovered the means of the demon dragon.

And the person who hides in his heart does not have such a good heart, and chuckles: "Stupid!"

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