Jing'an bowed slightly, and clasped her hands together.

The old monk has been in meditation for a long time, and his breath is faint, as if there is nothing.

After a while, the blood-red Buddha bead in his hand turned around, which was regarded as a response.

A gust of wind blew, and the old monk's cloudy eyes slowly opened.

The wind blew the old monk's gray hair, and his thin body seemed to be overwhelmed.

"Senior Brother......

Shizuka suddenly felt a chill and tugged at Jing'an's sleeve.

Jing'an was unmoved.

"Heh, the little monk of the Jade Toad Temple?"

The old monk opened his mouth, probably because no one had spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and very unclear.

"Amitabha." Jing'an gave another salute.

The old monk grinned and let out an ugly laugh: "Amitabha is big." ”

Jing'an's pupils twitched, and she regained her calm in an instant.

The old monk continued to ask: "You little monk is born with beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, who did you study from?" ”

"The little monk studied under the treasure tree." Jing An replied honestly.

"Treasure Tree?" The old monk's heavy eyelids moved, as if searching for some memories, and he was silent for a while before he exhaled and said, "It turned out to be that little monk." ”

"Master asked me to invite Master...... Leave the beads behind. Jing'an's eyes looked at the string of blood-red Buddha beads in the old monk's hand.

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he said softly: "You can't take this with you, it has to go to heaven with me to see the Buddha." ”

"What about meeting the Buddha?"

"Kill him, and I will become a Buddha."

As he spoke, the old monk's body moved and turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Jing'an's pupils contracted suddenly, and her body quickly retreated a few steps, as if she had been greatly stimulated.

Under the old monk is a stone stele, and the last two words are revealed on the stele - kill the Buddha!

Is this the most famous stone tablet of Garan Temple?

Chant the Buddha, respect the Buddha, worship the Buddha, when to kill the Buddha!

"Master...... You're in the picture. Jing An said slowly, her voice trembling.

The old monk said lightly: "Hehe, I poured the Buddhist scriptures with the hearts and blood of the five hundred monks of the Garan Temple, and I have not yet realized it, so how can I talk about the appearance." ”

The blood of the hearts of 500 monks?

Jing'an felt a little dizzy, the monks in this temple ...... Dry bones!

Shizuka held her senior brother and plunged the purple gold demon pestle into the ground.

The mountain road paved with bluestone slabs exploded in an instant, and the purple gold demon pestle buzzed.

The old monk suddenly stretched out his tongue, licked it gently, and said very cruelly: "Are you angry? This makes your heart blood warm up and tastes the best! ......"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Jing'an pushed Shizuka away, sat cross-legged opposite the old monk, and looked at him with a sad or unhappy face.

The old monk smiled and said, "Is it merciful? It should be okay, I didn't let them suffer, all of them were killed in one move, but it's not Buddha's compassion, it's my compassion! ”

Jing'an had words in her mouth, and a soft light emanated from between her eyebrows.

He was sure that the old monk in front of him was not a look, but a demon.

Could it be that in the depths of this wasteland, in the hinterland of the demon clan, the wish power of the Buddhist family will also be polluted?

The soft light became brighter and brighter, resisting the cold on the old monk's body.

"Do you want to grab it?"

The old monk smiled slightly: "But your realm is too low. ”

Jing'an replied softly: "The little monk is willing to give it a try...... Master, you ...... Aren't you also seriously injured? ”

The old monk smiled indifferently, his cloudy eyes rolled, and he suddenly felt a little interesting.

In the blink of an eye, there was a ghost crying wolf cry behind the old monk.

Black blood stains rose to the sky, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Jing'an's brows furrowed, and she pointed a little, and the soft light condensed on her fingertips, like a bright light.

In this darkness of heaven and earth, there is only light left.

The old monk was a little surprised: "What a pure Buddha power!" ”

"Woohaha!"

Shizuka, who had been silent for a long time, screamed, pulled out the purple gold demon pestle, and smashed it towards the old monk's front door.

"Reckless." The old monk was displeased and flicked lightly.

Shizuka seemed to hit an invisible wall, and with a "bang", she fell back.

A big red bag was knocked on his bare head.

Jing'an put his hands together again and said sharply: "Little monk is brave, Master Duhua." ”

The light at his fingertips spun rapidly, emitting pure Buddha power.

It is not like a wild dragon, but it is like a long stream of water, slowly wrapping the old monk's body.

The old monk's beard danced, and the dark aura around him gradually dissolved, allowing Jing'an's pure Buddha power to entangle him.

"Amitabha."

With the Buddha name in Jing'an's mouth, the Buddha power wrapped around the old monk suddenly tightened.

Today, I don't cross the demon and the evil spirit, but the demon monk.

"Comfortable!"

The old monk felt very comfortable, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Even if he killed the five hundred monks of the Garan Temple, he had never felt so comfortable.

"Guy, I'm more sure now, your heart's work must be delicious."

"Papapapa......."

After the continuous explosion, the Buddha power wrapped around the old monk's body broke and disappeared.

Jing An was stunned and spat out blood.

"Waste, waste!" A black light brought Jing'an's blood and sent it into the old monk's mouth.

The old monk swallowed it along with the black light, then licked his lips and said, "Delicious." ”

This scene, not to mention how cruel and ugly it is.

"Old youkai!"

Shizuka shouted angrily, and the purple light of the demon pestle in her hand shone brightly, and she smashed it again.

The old monk is still reminiscing about the delicious blood of Jing'an, and he does not dodge or avoid this demon pestle.

"Boom!"

The demon pestle smashed on his head like gold and stone intersecting.

The stone tablet under the old monk's feet was cracked, but the person was not injured.

With a gentle push with her backhand, Shizuka's chest collapsed, she vomited blood in her mouth, and flew upside down.

The heavy demon slaying pestle rolled aside.

Another black light rolled up Shizuka's blood and sent it into the old monk's mouth.

The old monk swallowed the blood and frowned, very displeased.

"Your blood doesn't taste good...... Phew, little monk, are you on fire? ”

Shizuka nestled on the ground and did not react.

Jing'an glanced at his junior brother, sighed, took off the Buddha beads in his wrist, and threw them into the air.

The Buddha beads are dripping and rotating, and the gentle Buddha light reflects some warmth in the world.

The dark blood stain hurriedly retreated, for fear of touching this pearl.

If folic acid is definitely greedy here, what a rare treasure!

"This string of Buddhist beads has been offered in front of the Buddha in the temple for two hundred years, and it contains the prayers of the people of the world."

"Master, stop killing."

"Hehe, the old monk is going to stand up, and even such treasures have been given to you."

The old monk turned the blood-red Buddha bead in his hand, and a red light flashed.

The overwhelming howl of ghosts and wolves was even louder, and the darkness was still shrouded and getting stronger.

Jing'an bowed his head slightly, recited Buddhist scriptures silently, and controlled his own Buddha power to confront the old monk.

The old monk didn't care, waved his hand gently, and most of the light that Jing'an could control receded.

But gradually...... He could no longer reduce the scope of Jing'an's control.

Even...... The Buddha power emitted by Jing'an is getting stronger and stronger!

The old monk frowned, hateful...... If it weren't for the old horseman's charm, how could it be like this!

Half an hour later, Jing An sighed: "Master, your sins are too heavy, I'm afraid the Buddha won't be able to cross you." ”

"Heh, what a beautiful thing to say, if you can't purify me, there is no way."

"If you forcibly kill me, your Buddha's mind will be in turmoil."

"After many years of practice, are you willing to do it?"

Jing'an got up, dusted off his dust, and said with a smile: "Indeed...... Some are reluctant. ”

"But master, it's not just the little monk who wants to kill you!"

"Presumably Master, you don't have any friends, right?"

As soon as the words fell.

A talisman streaked across the sky, and the purple light was dazzling.

Folic acid and the others finally arrived.

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I feel okay.