"The benefactor has planted evil causes today, and he will naturally reap the evil results in the future." The old monk preached.

"Then, according to the master's words, how can I resolve today's evil causes?" Ang Lee asked.

The old monk shouted the Buddha's horn and said: "Simple, as long as the donor enters my Buddhism and becomes a disciple of Buddhism, he will naturally be able to resolve today's evil causes." ”

"Then isn't the Buddhism that the master said is the authentic Buddhism or the Dark Buddha?" Ang Lee asked again.

The old monk said without changing his face: "In the eyes of the donor, what is the authentic Buddhism and what is the dark Buddha?" ”

"Those who do good deeds are authentic Buddhism, and those who tie up women like the master should be dark Buddhas." Ang Lee pointed out directly.

The old monk smiled and said, "But in my eyes, what the donor said about doing good is just hypocrisy, and my Buddha is true and good." ”

"It's a hypocrisy, but in my eyes you're just a stinky shameless." Li An scolded.

The old monk glanced at his eyebrows, shouted the Buddha's name again, and then said: "Since the donor is unwilling to enter my Buddhism, then my Buddha can only send the donor to the Western Elysium." ”

"After so much rambling, I finally got to the point. Old monk, let's say, how are you willing to let her go? Ang Lee asked with a snort.

"There's no hurry."

The old monk shouted the Buddha's horn again, and then preached,

"Donor, I want to ask you one more thing. The poor monk has a junior disciple named Wudao, and dozens of disciples of my Buddha in this manor are at the hands of the donor? ”

"That's right, I sent them to Elysium." Li An responded.

"Amitabha."

The old monk shouted the Buddha's horn, and then preached,

"My monk wasn't supposed to be competitive, but he thought of a compromise.

The donor can sit here and let the donor punch or slap him, and if the donor can hurt the old man, even if he takes the female donor.

If the old man is lucky not to be injured, then please also sit there like the old man and let the old man slap him.

If the donor unfortunately died at the hands of the old man, it is naturally destined by God, no wonder the old man. ”

Li An thought about the electric turn, and had already guessed that the old monk had the ability to protect the body, otherwise he would not have put forward such a condition.

It's just that the old monk miscalculated, and he didn't know that Li An also had the magic skill of refining the body.

"What if I wasn't hurt either?" Ang Lee asked.

The old monk said: "If the donor is not injured, then the old man will sit there again and let the donor slap him, and then it will be the turn of the old man to slap the donor."

How about this reasoning until the winner is decided? ”

"Okay." Li An responded.

"Amitabha." The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, his eyes closed slightly, and waited for Li An to slap him.

Li An entered the pavilion, first signaled Liu Shiya not to be critical, then circled around the old monk, and finally struck the old monk in the back of the heart.

This palm almost used up Ang Lee's strength.

Not to mention the Martial Sect Triple Master, even if it is a Martial Sect Triple Master, if he stands still, he is afraid that he will die on the spot.

"Bang!"

When Li An's palm hit the old monk's heart, he saw a flash of golden light, as if it had hit an iron wall.

Not only was the old monk unharmed, but he sat there unmoved.

The golden light just now was even more weird, as if the Buddha was possessed.

"Amitabha."

The old monk shouted the Buddha's horn, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sneering and said,

"The donor is good at kung fu, but the donor shouldn't know that I have the body of King Kong, if it were someone else, I am afraid that I will really die at the hands of the donor today."

The body of Vajra?

Li An's eyebrows tightened slightly, slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything.

The old monk got up and said, "Since the donor failed to hurt the old man, then according to the previous agreement, it should be the old man who slaps him." ”

Li An stood there still, clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Come on." ”

"Hmm!" Seeing this, Liu Shiya struggled hard, let out a muffled snort in her mouth, and with a worried look on her face, she wanted to signal Li An to leave her alone and escape as soon as possible.

Whether it was Ang Lee or the old monk, neither of them paid attention to Liu Shiya, and now their energy is focused on each other.

"The donor is ready, the old man is here."

As he spoke, the old monk raised his hand and slapped it towards Li An's chest, and a golden light flashed on his palm, like the hand of King Kong.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came.

Li An's body shook, but he also stood there without moving, and he was also not injured.

The old monk's eyebrows tightened, and he looked at Li An in surprise.

He didn't know that Li An had an extremely domineering body refining technique, although it was only the first stage of the mastery, but it was also very good.

He didn't even know that just after his palm was printed on Li An's chest, under his clothes, a layer of scale armor appeared on Li An's body, which was the power of the zodiac.

The defensive power of the scale armor is also very amazing, which is also an important reason why Li An was able to stand there and take the old monk's palm.

"Amitabha.

I didn't expect the donor to hide it deeply, it was the old man who was clumsy.

Since the donor is not injured, let's go to the second round. ”

The old monk sat cross-legged as he spoke, his eyes closed, and waited for Li An to fight.

Liu Shiya, who was not far away, was relieved when she saw that Li An was fine, but she looked at Li An with resentful eyes, and secretly blamed Li An for worrying about herself in vain.

Li An thought for a while, and no longer attacked the old monk's heart, but set the target on the old monk's head.

Since ancient times, the brain has been a difficult place to refine the body technique, even if the old monk is really the body of the vajra, it should be the weakest link.

In addition, the other party is sitting there cross-legged, and it is most convenient to attack the opponent's head in the posture of Li An standing.

"Smack!"

Li An didn't spare any strength, and raised his hand to hit the old monk's head.

I saw a flash of golden light, and the old monk's entire head turned golden, as if he had crossed a layer of gold, and there was no brain splashing.

However, the impact of this palm power on the old monk is also obvious.

The force went downward, directly causing the marble mesh under the old monk's buttocks to crack, and his body sank down a few inches, and at the same time, both eyes were small stars, and his throat was almost spurting blood, and it took a long time to return to normal.

"Donor, it's the turn of the old man again, please get ready." The old monk got up from the ground and preached.

This guy really has some ability, and with this body protection divine skill, his strength is no less than that of the master of the Martial Sect.

Li An muttered in his heart, thinking that if he had another chance, he would have to use a trick, otherwise he might be planted in the pit if he kept going.

With his feet shoulder-width apart, Li An secretly exerted his strength, his feet sank down an inch, and his body was nailed there like nails.

"Come on." Ang Lee opened his mouth to speak.

"Donor, be careful." The old monk said and waved his palm and smashed it into Li An's chest.

Unlike last time, this time the old monk's entire palm turned golden, and there was a faint hint of black light.

You don't have to think about it to know that the power of the old monk's palm is far greater than before, and he uses the power of the Dark Buddha.

(End of chapter)