The Killing Buddha was smiling at a few of us. I saw the shadow of a juggler from him, that is, the audience who didn't eat melon seeds around, otherwise he would be like a cross talk from a distance.

After such a toss, the Killing Buddha turned his head to look at the stone Buddha, and he sighed, "Every time I go up to Tu Mountain, I must also come here to have a look." How lonely was before? It's just me and the Big Buddha, we are communicating silently, but today is different, so many people came, look, how lively. ”

He took out a posture of bowing step by step and leaned towards the stone Buddha little by little.

Based on this alone, I wonder if there is something wrong with the brain of the Killing Buddha, or is it a bit perverted?

In this way, in the end, the Killing Buddha leaned on the lotus platform again, and he still raised his head and continued to look at the stone Buddha. He muttered, and I don't know what he was talking about.

I took the opportunity to look at the others. Lao Ba's neck is still thick and thick, I guess he is still using his own methods to recuperate, and Yaksha and Gao Teng have not struggled much, especially Gao Teng, who is lying on the ground through the net, motionless.

I wonder if he had some internal injuries, which were aggravated by a toss.

I finally set my sights on the beard. We made eye contact.

I meant to "ask" how Beard was, and I even had an idea that once Beard and I were able to recover from our strength, we would try to sneak up on the Killing Buddha, and this would be the only chance we had to turn defeat into victory at the moment.

But the beard's "answer" was a sad face, and I felt a faint sense of loss and regret in my heart.

After about half a cigarette, the Killing Buddha stopped muttering and stopped looking at the Stone Buddha. He set his eyes on the two unconscious mercenaries.

The two mercenaries had been tied, especially clinging to the lotus platform.

The Killing Buddha sneered with satisfaction, pointed to the direction of the Tushan Giant Buddha from a distance, and said to us, "This is Tushan, there are two Slaughtering Buddhas, one large and one small, the big one has been made into a scenic spot, and it is worshiped by countless tourists and so-called believers every day. Slaughtering Buddha, slaughtering Buddha, no blood, no killing, how can you be called this right? So ......"

The Killing Buddha pointed to the two mercenaries and said, "Today is a good day, I will use the blood of these two dogs to sacrifice to the Buddha, and also make the Buddha happy!" ”

The implication of this could not be more obvious. I saw that the Buddha of Killing was walking towards the two mercenaries. I couldn't help but shout.

The Killing Buddha ignored me, he didn't hesitate at all, first put the short-handled iron rod on his waist, and quickly freed the two mercenaries from the lotus platform.

I was in a hurry, so I simply changed the topic and started from the perspective of the Buddha.

I shouted, "Of course, the Buddha also kills, but the purpose of killing is to save the victimized beings from misery, and to save the evil spirits from all calamities!" You come and go every day, don't you even understand this truth? Amusing! ”

The Killing Buddha was hugging the two mercenaries to the edge of the cliff when he suddenly stopped.

He stared at me, and after a while, I looked at him without flinching.

The Killing Buddha took a sip and replied, "Zhang sullen, did you learn this theory from the old monk?" I admit that the enlightened bald donkey has some unique opinions, some of which are the same as I thought, but some of which are ...... Far from it. ”

He ignored the two mercenaries and confronted me and added, "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but how can it ******?" Some people have been working hard since they were born, they are hardworking, they are down-to-earth and willing to work, such as farmers, but in the end, what is it, they are old, sick, but they don't even look down on illness, just wait to go home and wait for death, what is this like? And there are some people who are lazy and gluttonous, just because they have a good father and good parents. They were born to be the second generation of rich and the second generation of officials, they drank a lot of wine and engaged in women in this life, and did nothing, and in the end, didn't they finish this life in a chic manner? It can be seen from this that all beings are not equal! For another example, let's talk about living beings, some living beings such as pigs, horses and cows, the day they are born, they have already counted down to death, either waiting to be fattened and killed, or become slaves, and when they have contributed enough, they will become the food of human beings, is this fair? Come, you explain to this Buddha. ”

I didn't expect the Buddha of Killing to ask these two questions, especially since this question is as evil as his person.

I got a little stuck, but I also knew that I couldn't answer myself.

I thought of an answer that wasn't the answer, and I replied, "Everything has cause and effect, didn't the Buddha say that there are past lives and future lives?" This is the cycle of cause and effect, so don't kill innocents indiscriminately, or the Buddha will get you back! ”

The Killing Buddha scolded, "Ridiculous! He still didn't agree with me, and even raised his voice to retort, "People only have this life, and when they die, they will be sent to the crematorium, and if they burn it, this life will come to an end." As for your reincarnation statements, hehe, they are all just the words of an old monk who has no Taoism. ”

The Buddha pointed to himself and told me that people have to do everything to live, and that he was an orphan before, and he happened to be taken by an organization that also trained him to become a killer. So if he wants to survive well, he has to kill, which is his means of making a living, but in his spare time, he will also worship the Buddha, because he has a relationship with the Buddha, especially the Buddha, life and faith, this is not a conflict, life and death, this is not a contradiction.

I admit that I am not interested in Buddhism, especially when he goes around and over like this, I finally get confused.

I was briefly surprised, that is, I didn't keep up with the words, which made the Killing Buddha focus on the two mercenaries again.

With a hideous expression, he shouted Amitabha, and then pushed the two mercenaries off the cliff one after another.

I couldn't describe my mood, not only me, but also Beard and Yaksha scolded.

The beard was probably excited, scolding and scolding, he was stuck, and he coughed continuously, and it was estimated that there was phlegm in his throat and eyes.

As for the Yaksha, he doesn't scold at all, and he scolds and scolds, and it's a little painless.

I was really red-eyed this time, so I played at a super level, I scolded, and gave the Killing Buddha a new nickname, calling him the Cuckold Buddha.

The word green hat aroused his anger again. He looked at me with a hideous face.

I suddenly had such a feeling, my heart said that he cared so much about the green hat, and when he originally scolded him, it was purely made up, could it be that this man really had such a sad past?

And before I could say anything, the Killing Buddha grinned and walked towards me hideously.

He said to me, "It's tolerable, it's intolerable!" "Zhang sullen, Lao Tzu let you taste a taste today, don't rely on me not to dare to kill you, you will provoke me again and again.

The Killing Buddha suddenly pounced.

He rode on top of me and put his hands around my neck.

I'll admit that this rabbit cub has a knack for pinching people, and his hands are in a ring, especially the two thumbs, which are aimed at my carotid artery and pressed hard.

He also held the scales, sometimes loose and sometimes tight.

My eyes will be black for a while, and then they will shine again, especially the stars in my eyes, which are more and more.

I couldn't help but struggle, I tried to reach out my hands and tear him up or something. But he's also wary of me.

He deliberately pressed my two arms with his knees, saying that the arms couldn't twist my thighs, and I was suffering such a loss now.

After struggling like this, the Killing Buddha must have been annoyed by me, and he increased the strength of his knees again, and even his entire body was slightly raised, transferring the weight of his body to his knees.

My head was very bad, my arms hurt badly, and eventually my hands were shaking because of the lack of blood and oxygen.

The ring had been on my hand, and this time, it was crushed, especially the beads on top of it.

For a moment, it was as if a hot air had penetrated my head. It's still scurrying around.

As a result, not only did my hands tremble, but my whole body also trembled wildly, like a swing.

The Killing Buddha didn't want to really kill me, after all, he had an agreement with the owner, so seeing me trembling, he let go of his hands and even stood up from me.

He moved to the side, took out an appreciative posture, and looked at me "epileptic".

I was very weak and had difficulty getting up, but after a few episodes of madness, my body was much more relaxed.

I was affected by the strange feeling in my head, and I stood up violently and danced in front of the Killing Buddha.

I looked like a fool, the Killing Buddha looked surprised, he must have been a little confused, I don't know how I have this kind of physical strength, I can suddenly stand and dance wildly.

I was originally pessimistic, saying that if Lao Tzu continued to dance like this, sooner or later his physical strength would be completely depleted, and he would not even have the strength to speak.

Who knew that this time was different, and suddenly, a turning point came.

The thought of dancing in my head was gone, and in my place, a handsome figure came to mind.

He looks very resolute, not only has a crepe appearance, but also faintly reveals a domineering energy on his body.

The Killing Buddha originally had a pair of eagle eyes, and when he looked at people, he gave people a sense of rebellion, but how could this person's eyes be more than unruly? It's more of that kind of domineering, or for this person, everything seems to be so simple and dismissive.

He also commanded me at once.

A thought came to me, and my body didn't hesitate to do it.

I suddenly jumped at the Buddha and wrapped my legs around him.

I was in a strange position, my legs strangling his head, neck, and half of his shoulders.

My body was swept away by gravity, and I ended up falling on my back.

The Killing Buddha was made by me like this, and he also stumbled forward.

The strength on my legs was like a wave, one after another, and all the strength was gradually stacked together, and the killing Buddha couldn't bear it.

My legs were still stuck straight, and the whole face of the Killing Buddha was suffocated.

He had just suffocated me with a playful attitude, and this time, we were completely reversed, and it was time for me to give him a taste of it.

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