How is it possible?

Lichen felt a little funny in his heart, as if he wanted to refute, but it was difficult to say anything anyway.

Since he crossed over to this world, he had never practiced any supernatural powers at all, and all he relied on was the power that this Buddha already possessed.

Although he was worried that the monks in the temple would see through the details of his crossing, he had always been frank and unafraid of entering the demons.

However, when he wanted to step forward to argue, as if he had touched something, there was a "gurgling" sound under his feet, which made his heart suddenly chuckle.

Looking down, he saw that he had just been knocked to the ground by an old monk with a detached head, his gray beard and long eyebrows, his face full of folds and gushing blood, which made his hands and feet cold.

Master of Empty Words!

The high-ranking monks of the "empty" generation, with unfathomable cultivation, speculated in the dust, and may even have mastered the six paths of Buddhism, and the Buddhist Zen master who has practiced closed-mouth meditation for decades has really shut up this time.

When Lichen saw this master in the Jialanbao Palace, he had guessed what level of martial arts cultivation this high monk had reached.

Although there is no basis, Liao Chen feels that this master's martial arts may have the triple Dao of the Arhat realm, and between this heaven and earth, it can be called the existence of the pinnacle.

It's just that now, this high monk who had made Chen jealous fell to the ground like a piece of wood, and his neck seemed to have been forcibly cut off by some sharp weapon, and the hideous wound made people feel chilled to see.

Red blood gushed out from his neck, and soon soaked the futon on which the master was sitting, and the bright red of the monk's robe and robe on his body was extremely strange in this dimly lit hall.

"Lichen, you took the opportunity of entering the Luohan Hall to sneak attack your uncle and ancestor, and you dare to say that you have never been demonic?

Zen Master Jueyuan held the Buddha beads in his hand, his eyes showed a look of grief and indignation, and the shadow of the Buddha was derived from the Arhat Dharma behind him, which reflected the Buddha beads in his hand, and it was obvious that the Dharma of the Buddha family had been completely unfolded.

Lichen's palms trembled slightly, looking at the dead Buddhist monk, his feet seemed to be a little floating, in the face of his uncle's accusation, he wanted to open his mouth to deny it, but there was a strange feeling in his heart.

His spiritual platform seemed to be obscured by a dark cloud, and his mind seemed to have fallen into a momentary chaos, and the feeling of being enlightened was like waking up from a big dream and suddenly recalling the dream he had had.

In that dream, he seemed to have really fallen into the demonic path, his hands were stained with blood, and the blood stained the ancient hall red.

"This can't be, this can't be ......"

Lichen's eyes were slightly red, his pupils were bloodshot, looking at the red of his hands soaked in blood, and then looking at the fallen corpse in front of him, his body staggered slightly, but he did not fall.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, after he crossed over, he naturally did not practice any supernatural powers, but after all, he was born from the body, the owner of this body, known as the dust of the Buddha, is really as rumored in the temple to study the Dharma, and has a high level of understanding?

If this Buddha had already entered the path of demons before he arrived, then what would he do?

At this moment, an obscure feeling seemed to well-emerge in his heart, looking at the corpse of the Master of Empty Words in front of him, there didn't seem to be much sadness in his heart, but indifference.

"Although Uncle Shi said that he knows your origin, how can you kill the teacher!"

The two Venerable Beings glared at him angrily, but a sudden look appeared on Chen's face.

Yes, he remembered why he wanted to kill this monk. This secret method of Buddhism should not exist in this world, and this monk should not have gone to the Jialanbao Hall that day.

He knows what he shouldn't know, so he has a way to die, and he is an existence different from the beings between heaven and earth, why should he follow the way of heaven in this world?

He should have been free to go in the sky and the sea, and he was at ease in the nine heavens and ten places, why was he trapped in this small Thousand Buddha Mountain, and he was cautious in his words and deeds on weekdays, wouldn't he be shackled in vain?

If you stand in my way, you can kill all of them! How can you only kill such an old monk, and the others naturally can't let go.

The bloodshot in Lichen's eyes completely spread, turning into a layer of deep blood qi that obscured the clarity in his pupils, and his gaze raised to look ahead, and the two monks who were waiting for him came into his eyes.

A strange black aura surged from where he landed, turning a quagmire-like pitch-black realm within a radius of several zhang, and the rancid aura gushing out of it was as disgusting as a swamp.

The black qi suddenly spread, surging in all directions with a surging momentum, as if it wanted to turn this ancient hall into a black ocean.

It was just that in the midst of the black qi surging, a golden light suddenly lit up, and the astonishing sharp qi connected the heavens and the earth. It was a sword momentum that reached the sky, not only slashing through the surging black qi, but it seemed that even this space was smashed in the air.

The chilling sword aura filled the entire universe, and after the sword light flashed, the surging Buddha light also reflected the nine heavens.

The endless Sanskrit sound spread, and for a moment it seemed to reflect the shadow of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the sound of thousands of monks chanting and worshipping the Buddha almost suppressed the black demonic appearance.

It's the Dharma Sword!

I don't know if the ghost is confused, in the face of this volley of supreme sword momentum, he didn't dodge or dodge, his five fingers were together, and he really met it with his palms.

In his pair of fleshy palms, there seemed to be a Buddha manifestation shadow sitting cross-legged, but there was no Buddha light to accompany it, instead of a strange black gas like a swamp.

The black air flow formed the Buddha's Dharma body, and the Buddha manifested in his palm turned into a three-headed and six-armed evil ghost face, and the palm print method that originally contained the meaning of Buddhist compassion was echoed when this palm was slapped out.

The Buddha's Prajna palm was really changed by him.

The Buddha's presence in the body made Chen's body pause slightly, and the sword momentum came to his body, so that the black qi on Chen's body dissipated a little, but the invincible sharp aura of the Dharma Sword did not seem to be as cold as he imagined, and this Venerable Monk did not seem to be as unattainable as he imagined.

It was as if the tiger that had been passed on by word of mouth had become a flower cat, and that unworthy feeling made the blood in the eyes of the dust great, and the three demons in their hands suddenly opened their eyes and let out a terrible howl.

And before this Venerable retracted his sword and retreated, the surging black qi surged upward, and the golden light towards the Buddha Gate shrouded it.