"Heh, you really look up to me." The kid wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and pursed his lips disdainfully.

The old bald donkey, who is known as the first grandmaster in the world, will stop me, even you, surnamed Zhang, will come to stir it up, really think I'm afraid of you?

The kid's eyes were uninhibited, squinting, and he looked up at the arrogant appearance of those doglegs.

In the ninety-nine heavens, there are densely standing in white clothes, like the so-called immortals of the funeral.

There, there were immortals who looked at them angrily and shouted loudly, angrily scolding the boy for not knowing the height of the sky. Some immortals jumped to their feet, gritted their teeth, and scolded the kid for not knowing things. And more immortals stared down at the kid with a cold expression, their eyes were cold.

"Cut," the kid turned to the dry well monk Nunu, "a bunch of waste." ”

The dry well monk was silent, the furrows on his face deepened and sunken, his eyes became more and more cloudy, his withered hands were stained with blood, and if you looked closely, you would find that there was a big hole in the palm of his hand!

No matter how much the light of the Buddha flows in his hands, it can't break the fireworks in this world.

But he was still so compassionate, staring quietly into the boy's eyes.

"This is the so-called one person attaining the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven?" The kid also looked into the eyes of the dry well monk, his eyes were clear, and he didn't back down at all, "But why do I think these things are still waste?" ”

"People don't become birds just because they have wings, and the same goes for chickens and dogs." The dry well monk opened his mouth abruptly, and his voice was hoarse.

"Huh?" The kid's eyes flashed, "I didn't expect you to be quite interesting as an old bald donkey, it seems that these pieces of waste have nothing to do with you." ”

The dry well monk clasped his hands together and silently called out the Buddha's name, "But it has something to do with the donor." ”

"Nonsense," the kid said lightly, "I'm so amazing and handsome, looking at the past and present, who else can compete with me?" ”

Hearing this, the dry well monk nodded, shook his head again, and said, "If it is higher than the talent, no one in the world today can surpass the donor, but if it is compared with the previous sages, there are still some capable people who can be compared with the donor......"

"I want you to take care of it," the kid's eyes widened, "Anyway, they're gone, and you can't beat me, of course I'm in charge." ”

"The donor is naturally powerful, and compared to those sages, no one can stop you in this world," the dry well monk stood up with his Zen staff, supported it, and slowly got up, "However, the old man still wants to try." ”

The kid pointed to the sky with a fire stick, "And him?" ”

The body of the dry well monk shook, his head also shook, and the Buddha behind him blurred.

The boy asked, "Since you didn't become a Buddha in the first 30 years, why do you want to become a Buddha today?" ”

The dry well monk still shook his head, and after all the immeasurable Buddhas retreated, he said slowly, "The sea of suffering in the world has not disappeared, and all living beings have not been saved, how can I become a Buddha?" ”

There is a sea of suffering that arises out of thin air, and sentient beings are on both sides.

Half peaceful, joyful, peaceful, half wailing, bitter, and vicious.

It's clear!

Among them, there is a flat boat, fluttering in the wind, seemingly aimless, but in fact it does not deviate from the middle section at all, like a dry well monk floating leisurely.

The dry well monk stepped forward, sat down, and used the Zen staff as an oar, swaying and swinging through.

"Don't you want to become a Buddha without going through the suffering of all beings in the world? Now for the sake of me, a genius, I am willing to achieve the bodhisattva status," the boy was a little stunned, "old man, am I so guilty of such a great crime? ”

There are immeasurable merits descending, and there are also Rakshasa ghost women who are born.

The dry well monk sat in the sea of suffering, his expression was still so compassionate, but half of the Buddha's face was crying, and half of his face was laughing.

"I am compassionate." Half of the peaceful Buddhas looked at the boy with pity and sorrow.

"I am compassionate." Half of the hideous ghosts stared at the boy greedily.

"I am compassionate." The flat boat turned into a lotus, and the dry well monk stood on it, holding a staff in his left hand and a bead in his right hand, leading the sea of bitterness and pressing down on the boy.

Those immortals in the sky were not to be outdone, and one hundred and ten heavenly soldiers and generals each came out of the ninety-nine heavens, each sending a thunderbolt, killing the kid with great momentum.

They're high, they're on their toes, but they're still trash!

In the sky, ninety-nine heavenly thunderbolts descended straight down, and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals came forward to catch them.

They said, "Iniquity, come quickly and die!" ”

Underground, a sea of suffering beings walked towards him, and an old monk who had attained the bodhisattva status was standing in it.

They said, "Donor, please turn back!" ”

Old man, what should I do? The old bald donkey and the shameless ones bullied me together.

What else can I do! The old man will definitely grab the messy head and say with an innocent face, "Hit!" Let's talk about it if it's killed!

The kid thought about it and grinned.

That's right, you have to fight! It's good to discuss if you kill you!

Ninety-nine heavenly thunders gritted their teeth and smashed down first, with so much strength, it was like smashing all the five hundred years of indignation, so as to avenge the dozen revenges of more than a month ago!

Are you a thunderbolt? So what?

The kid raised his head and stepped on the ground fiercely, and the floor tiles shot out, and the impact was so great that it collapsed those small bungalows on the side of the road!

He rushed forward, turned his qi into a raging furnace, caught the arrogant thunder, and threw them in!

Thunder was furious, aren't the mortals under this heavenly path just pigs and dogs in captivity raised by immortals, how dare they demonstrate to the heavenly thunder? Tianlei was resentful, and wanted to kill this arrogant beast alive, but the result of the last battle made him have a heart, and he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy again, and directly resorted to the means of pressing the bottom of the box!

Ninety-nine heavenly thunderbolts swam in the sky, and in an instant, they merged into nine purple lightning, turned into nine five-clawed thunder dragons, and slammed straight into the kid's chest!

Its momentum is like the charge of the golden iron horse!

"Good time!" The kid held the stick and stepped forward, his left hand stepped forward, its shape was like a hook, no matter what purple lightning it was, he grabbed one fiercely, took it, tightened it, and smashed it down with a stick against the dragon's head, and the thunder dragon that hit it couldn't be divided into east, west, north and south, and it didn't dare to open its mouth to bite again, and it couldn't tell right from wrong!

With a flick of his wrist, the boy threw the unlucky brontosaurus into the raging fire, and no matter how much it roared, it didn't pay any more attention!

The remaining eight thunder dragons saw it and roared around him as if they had spirits, but they didn't get close to him at all.

"Come on," the kid hooked his hand, and there was the wail of the unlucky thunder dragon in his ear, "slaying the dragon?" It's just a dog slaughter. ”

At this time, 99,999 heavenly soldiers and generals had descended to the mortal world, the sound of copper drums was throughout, the golden spears were roaring, and they shouted, "Presumptuous!" ”

The kid didn't say much, he held a stick in both hands, stepped out with one foot, and looked at a dragon head, that is, a hard kick, and another stick! The left hand was raised, dragged and pressed, like a river flooding, rushing straight down. Scold! No matter how majestic you are, when you encounter this river, you have to bow your head obediently!

The kid did the same, and five more thunder dragons were trapped in the oven.

Those high-ranking heavenly soldiers and generals finally arrived, the big shield was raised, the armor was rambling, and they shouted angrily again, "Beast, don't stop yet!" ”

The kid raised his head and replied lazily, "Shut your mother's fart!" ”

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ps. Something is delayed, there is another chapter behind, sorry.

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