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Is it really ridiculous?

At least that's what Han Xian, who was in shock at the moment, was full of astonishment in his heart, and he was already sighing: "Do I really have a relationship with the Buddha? ’

The boast of this imminent death is truly ridiculous.

It is still unknown whether Han Xian is related to the Buddha, and how can this magical Zen machine be realized by his resentful little eyes, why this passage appears in his heart, it is completely the result of a Zen monk forcibly stuffed into his heart, but some people use their mouths to speak, and those who have attained Taoism speak with their eyes.

Everything about the Buddha is in one enlightened word.

This sentence appeared in Han Xian's heart, if he couldn't understand it, it would be the same as a boring and trivial sentence, and he would only quickly turn into slag and end up in a troublesome and dead.

He laughed at me, although he didn't understand, but the resentment on Han Xian's face was indeed slowly dissolving, and looking at the compassionate face of a Zen monk, he couldn't help but have a faint smile.

Suddenly, a Zen monk was full of sighs on his face, and exclaimed in his heart: "Han Shizhu is really a big Buddha in the next life" and praised in his mouth: "Donor, you have understood, good, good." ”

The monks have never lied, but fortunately, Han Xian did not become a monk.

Sometimes he tells a small lie, intentionally or unintentionally, not to mention that he doesn't tell the lie now, but just stares at it with a knowing smile on his face.

Even if this really should be defined as a lie, it is a Zen monk who led it himself.

Han Xian's smiling face doesn't know how thick it is, so he doesn't know how bitter it is in his heart, at this moment Han Xian's heart is already bitter, this sentence of Buddhist Zen machine with the solidification of the smile on his face almost forgotten clean.

Now there was only one word in this heavy head: 'Hum.' ’

It was as noisy as a cicada.

His head was so heavy that he almost fainted, but although his brain was heavy, Han Xian's heart did not dare to mess up at all, and Lin Lao'er's patience was almost exhausted, and there was a touch of mockery and disdain in the coldness of his eyes.

The Zen language of Buddhism was not said by Han Xian alone.

The wonderful words of a Zen monk also flashed in every bit of resentment that gathered into Lin Lao'er, but what did they talk about when they were like this, they were still roaring about the unkindness of this world.

It's no more than playing the piano to the cow.

For the cow, the grass on the ground is very delicious, and he wants to eat it, for Lin Lao'er, Han Xian, a person who can still breathe, is too envious of him, and he is so envious that he wants to be a part of it again.

But they are even more resentful, and they know that this is completely impossible, and the sky has kicked itself away, so the person who can still breathe should close his breath.

If you can't be a part of them, then they can be a part of yourself.

"Goo~~. ”

It was still the sound of choking and crying in that throat.

This resentment fell on Han Xian's mind, but it was very refreshing, and the simple word 'hum' was forgotten in an instant.

The corner of Han Xian's eyes twitched, and he shook off the remaining blood on his fist.

Although he still knew that his Dao moves were useless in this resentment body, he knew more in his heart that he had no other protective strengths except Dao moves.

Rather than letting the enemy move first, it is better to take the lead in making a move, maybe in the life and death struggle, Han Xian should understand that when this word is circling in his mind, it means that he has entrusted his life to Changtian.

Although he still has courage left, his courage is indeed based on Keling.

"Hmph~~. ”

A tenacious aura burst out of Han Xian's somewhat numb nasal cavity, and his figure suddenly flew into a shadow, and it was just a dazzling moment before he rushed in front of Lin Lao'er.

The sound of fists and legs is endless.

Is Han Xian fast?

Of course, the person who flashed into a shadow was very fast, but the blood red scattered in the air was also as fast as raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Lao'er resented that a faint layer of blood mist was scattered around him.

But Han Xian was like a demon, still fists with his own sorrow in order to smash Lin Lao'er's full of resentment, and of course what he got was only sadness and sorrow.

"Hey~~. ”

The once marveled praise had already withered and fallen in the blood rain, and a Zen monk looked at Han Xian's courage to find pain again and again, and his heart was unbearable, and he already understood that he still overestimated Han Shizhu, and after a light sigh, he whispered a Buddha in his mouth and said: "Amitabha, the donor should put it down." ”

Let go, let whom?

Han Xian heard this sound, although his body was densely covered with blood holes left by Lin Lao'er's fingers, but he didn't know how to put it down?

Is it possible for you to give up on this resentment?

No, this is not just thinking about the cause and effect of the past, but also a kind of mental obsession, this is her hometown, and the next time she comes here from the new, it will definitely be what she remembers.

Although Yiyang is now shrouded in resentment, I, Han Xian, am determined to restore it to her.

But not giving up is indeed like a thorny chicken rib, eating it can't help but be tasteless, and it is also full of wounds, and it is not necessarily a pity to give up.

Do you really need to make up for the debt in your heart with your life?

The stupid Han Xian thinks that's it, because he is loving with his life.

And now the road to make up for it is almost over, and a Lin Lao'er will let himself be covered in injuries and pain, and why not give up in the future.

This time I think that there is no way forward and let go, so will there be any hope for Lin Lao'er's resentment to be put into the Yin Gu next time?

How can Han Xian be sure, since this is the case, since he has not yet found a breach of hope, then it is good to concentrate the pain once, maybe he will die, but isn't the word 'death' always swirling in his mind?

The fist was still a shadow, but the rain that fell in the air was almost like a torrential rain at this moment, and the bloody fog that filled the surroundings was getting thicker and thicker.

The Buddha said, "Let go." ”

This voice also did not repel the resentment of Lin Lao'er.

The body wrapped in blood mist is so warm, but it is not his own, and the resentment should be roaring: "Buddha, compassionate Buddha, what you said is really light, what else can I put down in my Lin clan, I didn't want this body resentment, but it was completely forced by the sky, and it was his unkindness that forced me to this desperate road." ”

"I hate!"

"I resent!"

When it is called to heaven, the heavens do not listen, and the earth is called, and the earth should not, and those who are born and raised by heaven and earth deserve to die, because they are unkind species.

"Ah~~~!!"

I thought that the grievances were silent, but when I arrived here, I realized that their undispersed grievances could still roar and shock people's hearts.

Under the loud roar, the blood mist around Lin Lao'er's body was instantly pierced.

The sound wave with resentful anger and bloody coldness all reversed and pounced on Han Xian's face.

The giant roar not only pierced the blood mist, but when the sound wave pounced on his face with anger and coldness, Han Xian's heart was almost knocked blank, and his body involuntarily retreated, but at this moment, this head did remember the words of a Zen monk a little.

"Buzz!"

However, it was a drowsy memory caused by the aftermath of the loud roaring soundwave.

The blankness of his heart caused the godlessness of his eyes, but this godlessness still caused Han Xian's gaze to fall on Lin Lao'er's distorted face with resentment and anger.

The blood that had been reversed by the roar slipped from Han Xian's face and slashed across the godless eyes, and the red in them added a layer of bewitching color to the godless and twisted world.

What then?

In his eyes, Han Xian didn't understand what the blood-colored distortion was, but the original forgotten Zen machine actually came out of Han Xian's sluggish brain a little bit by itself at this moment.

"Cleanse the body!"

Does Han Xian understand this sentence at this moment?

From the word, it should be easy to understand, but if you want to understand the bone marrow essence Han Xian is still a little bit behind, but it is enough for people now.

What you see through the blood, it's karma, it's not just other people's karma, it's your own, it's your own twisted side that is roaring at yourself, and that's the legacy of the sky.

Put it down?

Hehe, sure enough, it was put down, and the heavens picked up benevolence and purified itself, so it put down the karma, leaving only the people in the vast world to suffer for it.

It's so simple, but when simplicity falls on people, it's really heavy.

"Destroy the foolishness!"

Han Xian's face stained with his own blood not only showed a somewhat bleak smile, this foolish karma was dropped by the sky, how easy is it to destroy it?

The gods and monks of the ancient Buddha of the green lantern all day long did not do it, and themselves, all the fools and all the fools were all immersed in the word "love", wanting to destroy it.

"Delusional!"

Han Xian didn't dare to think in this life, she was his wife, and this cause and effect fate were entangled, as for the transformation, Han Xian didn't dare or didn't want to.

Karma tried in vain to devour everything, and Han Xian's smiling face at this moment was even more disgusted.

Han Xian may have been fortunate enough to realize a little, but Lin Lao'er, who had no resentment, could not get out of the hatred of the Manchus, this time he was no longer waiting, and was begging to destroy Han Xian's foolishness with his own karma.

The distortion of the face, with the sharpness of the claws, to destroy the smiling face, was as merciless as the sneering of the sky.

"Ah~~. ”

Lin Lao'er's resentment was still roaring, but it really couldn't make the smile on Han Xian's face solidify for a minute, and what those eyes saw was not a distorted karma, but someone who he didn't dare to forget in this life.

She didn't want to see herself.

Indeed, the man in front of him wants to kill himself.

Laughed and laughed, it's time to understand, I hope this dedication can win her happiness.

The eyes were still those eyes, but at this moment, the smile in Han Xian's eyes was mixed with a hint of colorful color, and when it fell on Lin Lao'er's distorted face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pick up a sneer.

The teeth are white, and the Buddha spits out wonderful words.

"Hum. ”