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This slightly mocking and playful smile is really good Han Xian, if you keep smiling like this, then the 'Demon Knife' that lives in the star map can also be relieved for the time being.

But when the heart of the 'demon knife' had landed steadily, in the end, I found that it was completely shattered.

"Amitabha~~. ”

The first sound of Changtian, this sound can only come from Han Xian's mouth.

The expression on his face changed, and when it was a turn of 800 degrees, he sprinted for 100 meters and fell directly into the arms of the Buddha and his old man.

There is a slight sadness in the sigh, when he is alive, he is the reincarnated monk who has not yet been shaved.

After this sigh, it may be that the original affection and love in the bones have been purified thoroughly, maybe in this sound, there is one less red dust layman in this world, and more people think that there is a profound way.

The 'Demon Knife' who once clamored that he would not let Han Xian become the second Yizen is still sitting still, which is really wonderful and different from ordinary people.

But it's not a human body in the first place.

But what is certain is that the 'Demon Knife' that has not yet reacted will certainly not be a potential manifestation of giving up on Han Xian, let alone indulging the Buddha's thoughts in Han Xian's heart, but in its opinion, now is not the time.

It was born with no eyes, but it was born to see things that lurked in dark corners.

After sighing, the face of Han Xian, a senior monk, was slightly raised, the sun was as warm as ever, and it was still as warm as ever on the face.

This sun is so similar, this sun is very curious.

Hanging high until now, people don't know how many days and nights have passed, or under its light condolences, Yiyang has never been divided into day and night.

The sun is the same as before, but the world of Yiyang has indeed changed.

Originally, the sky was clear and clear, but now Yiyang City is indeed different, between heaven and earth and Hengyu, there are spots of light scattered by this demon sacrifice everywhere.

They prove that the demons of this place have been here.

But it also proves that in this place, the Demon Emperor collapsed, the Demon Confucianism immolated himself, and the Demon Buddha turned into dust.

The light spots move with the wind, and drift with the wind to any place where they can go, but this is limited, the wind can reach any place, and the wind can leave the ruined world of Yiyang's bitterness, but these light spots that are as light as nothing and flutter with the wind really cannot.

Invisibly, Yiyang is a shackle, locking too many things that should not leave this world.

But sometimes, there are things, and the limited range is enough for it, and the spots of light that move with the wind float and swim in front of the six-character mantra Buddha.

Is it the Buddha's formless mantra derivation, so the essence is nothing, or is it a little bit of light to see the mantra Buddha as nothing.

Drifting, they drifted into the body of the Buddha.

"Hehe~~. ”

It must have been found that he was happy, looking at the fluttering of the light spots, Han Xian's face actually laughed kindly, and the person who was a novice before becoming a Buddha was actually stupid.

At this moment, the demon sacrifices have been eliminated, but the six characters of the mantra are still derived from gold and bear the wind and sun.

Now it is eroded by the light spots, which is more like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian was still laughing, still smiling stupidly and indifferently, maybe at this moment, people who sincerely worship the Buddha already feel that all things have their own roots, and they are born with it, and they are defeated with it.

In other words, in the words of the world, 'Let them fend for themselves.'" ’

Han Xian's Buddha is also quite ruthless sometimes, is this still a profound Buddha, but in other words, ruthlessness is exactly what the 'Demon Knife' needs.

People can be ruthless, and so can Buddhas.

But whether it's a Buddha or a human, you can't be ruthless to yourself.

A little spot of light deceived into the side of the Buddha of Shingon Buddha, and also deceived into Han Xian's side, and when the little spot of light invaded the body of the Buddha of Shingon Buddha, it did also melt into his heart with Han Xian's breath.

What is this little spot of light?

Is it a colorless and odorless poison?

Han Xian didn't know, what he could know was that everywhere he looked, they were everywhere, even if he was condensing, they could drill into his body from any angle in a tricky way.

Since it can't be changed, the Buddha said, 'Forget it.' ’

Although he was resigned to the light spots in his body and behavior, in his heart, Han Xian didn't dare to let them do anything, and he always knew that the essence of this crystal clear light spot was resentment.

Although they are transformed by high virtue and good thoughts, they still cannot change the nature of resentment.

I originally wanted to accommodate them, since I can do it by breathing, then why not do it, after becoming a 'Buddha', Han Xian's heart is really big.

Stunned is even greater than 'the Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle,' does he want to use this body to contain these lingering resentments?

Of course not.

Han Xian just looked down on himself a little, thinking about turning from the throat of breathing to entering the Yin Gu, and this really did it.

But this is not perfect.

One, or two, drifted away and went where they shouldn't.

Deceived into the blood vessels, they are as light as nothing, they swing with the blood, and they break into the heart in a trance, this is a beautiful world, and this is an unexplored world.

"Hey~~. ”

Laughed.

Han Xian's face had never given up a smile, but this cold voice that came out of his mouth and seemed to come from his heart was indeed a real sneer.

"Hum~~. ”

It's not a mantra, it's the world in front of you that is trembling.

In front of Han Xian's eyes, he watched, looking at the originally bright world, there was actually a thin red mist, these were not out of thin air, they were indeed released by those light spots breaking and exploding.

The starting point of all this started from Han Xian's heart.

The end of it all ends in the body of the six-character Shingon Buddha.

The world shrouded in red mist is beautiful, and looking at Han Xian's pious and intoxicated look, it seems that he is making a firm affirmative reply.

Piety should represent the solemnity of the Buddha's treasure.

Intoxication should represent the sincerity of the Buddha.

When the red mist was shrouded, the world of Yiyang changed, from the original desertion to a lot of people, including men, women, old people, and children.

Men plough and weave, husbands sing and women follow, teasing grandchildren, and Chenghuan knees.

They are all laughing like Han Xian, maybe Han Xian's laughter comes from them.

But are these people the only ones in this red-misty world?

Impossible, how can such a beautiful world not have monks and monks who purify all sentient beings, coming, they are coming, they are happy, sad, and have different looks.

There are six in a line, all of them bald, and even naked, and they all come to this beautiful world crazy.

Han Xian must have known them, and he must have placed high hopes on them, and the heavy responsibility of missionary work fell on them, and the hope of Pudu's suffering beings fell on them.

They are the six-character Mantra Buddha who suppressed the demon sacrifice.

It's just that compared with that time, they have completely shed their robes, and they are really open and exposed.

Here comes the Buddha!

In this beautiful world shrouded in red mist, are the happy people who live in harmony and happiness still laughing?

They cried, this beautiful world shrouded in red mist, it burned and fired.

Han Xian watched them cry with a smile, they were crying with such hysteria, they couldn't stop the fire from devouring the sky and the earth, but Han Xian was indeed indifferent with laughter, conniving at the fire to turn the beauty into ashes.

Smiling, he should be the first evil in the past, but the first evil in the past.

Because this is tantamount to connivance on the sidelines.

And this is also the result of Han Xian's connivance, because this heaven-devouring flame was put by those true bald donkeys who were open-chested and exposed, they were preaching the teachings of 'Buddha', but conniving at the evil consequences of 'demons'.

The Six Buddhas of Shingon were sent by Han Xian, so what is Han Xian not the first evil!

Are they just setting fire to the world?

No, they did much more than that, they laughed and dragged the man down into a ploughing tool, and they also released the red blood on the ploughing tool.

The men died, and they laughed.

It was they who dragged the woman out of the loom, and the dignity of life that was defiled on the loom, and the blood was shed on the loom.

The women died, and they laughed.

It was still them, they dragged the old man and the child, the flesh and blood were pulped, the spine was broken, and the child was cold in front of the old man's dry and weak knees.

The old man, the child was gone, and they laughed.

The six-character mantra Buddha was laughing, and he, Han Xian, was actually laughing too.

Laughing at the Buddha who killed men, defiled women, tortured old people, and took away children, is this laughter an endorsement of the anger of heaven and people?

Or maybe Han Xian's laughter is a kind of rigidity, a manifestation of numbness against his will, and this laughter should be understood as a kind of sluggishness, just like the golden Buddha statue in the temple.

He only knew that he watched his people do a lot of evil with kind eyes.

Chiseled eyes saw that the monks were deceiving the pious pilgrims and believers, and even saw that the merit box was full of money, and as for the believers' requests, the golden-bodied Buddha heard them, but they were sluggish.

All the beauty of the world has been lost, the red mist is gone, and the ruins of black smoke are everywhere.

But this seems to be the most real.

Han Xian was indifferent in the face of this truth, but the sky seemed to be unbearable, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the dark and bleak daylight.

A cold sword color polished this bloody and ruthless world without hesitation.

The majestic and heroic man wipes the injustice of the world with his sword, and wherever the pride shines, those damned heads fly one by one, and the blood flows unfatally.

In the blink of an eye, Han Xian's minions all fell.

And the sharp edge of the long sword dripping with the blood of the Truth Buddha pointed directly at the thief who indulged in evil, and pointed directly at the cheek of Han Xian, the solemn and kind Buddha of Baoxiang.

"As I said, it's not over between us.

"I'm back. ”