Feng Xing didn't speak, he was happy to see such a scene, after all, he also had the heart to plot holy water.

Who doesn't want something that enhances their attributes?

The impatiens on the side didn't speak, their eyes were cold, and they stretched their necks to see the scene inside.

"Amitabha, do you donors want to break in?" The smile on Guangnan's face had gradually disappeared, and although he didn't say too much, standing here was better than saying anything.

"It's going to break in, what can you do!" I Hongchen pushed and shoved and was about to go inside.

Guang Nan spread his hands, looked at the fat man who came over, and said in a calm voice: "Amitabha, then don't blame the poor monk for being rude." ”

I Hongchen wore a half-fingered iron fist, and he did not intimidate the Guangyan monk who was a circle bigger than him at all.

When he was four or five meters away from Guang Yan, Hongchen had already rushed to punch and hunt with fists.

Guang Yan didn't want to resist, but instead covered the back of his head with his hands, raised his elbows in front of his chest, and drilled into the arms of Hongchen.

"Bang."

Guang Nan stood in place with a lunge, on the other hand, Hongchen was pushed out, and it took four or five steps backwards to stop his body.

The great monk Guangnan clasped his hands together and shook his head slightly: "Amitabha, it's a pity that the donor has brute force but doesn't know how to use it." ”

"I'll come."

Ma Yan shouted, pulled out the stainless steel long sword on his back, and his figure flashed, slashing towards Guangyan.

They also have skills, but many of them are specially used to deal with ghosts, and if you want to fight with people, at the level of their modern people, they are really not the opponents of great monks.

However, after all, Ma Stalk has a brute force, and the long sword in his hand is also wielded in such a way, even if it is a wide difficulty, he does not dare to grab the white blade empty-handed, and can only dodge back and forth.

With the same physique, it is basically impossible to grab the white blade empty-handed. When you encounter the opponent holding a weapon, don't think about being tough, be sure to choose an angle that the opponent can't hurt to counterattack, or run away directly.

"Khooth!"

A wrought copper iron rod stopped the long sword of hemp stalks, and the owner of the stick was an ordinary-looking monk, even the height was only 1.7 meters.

"Amitabha, donor, forgive and forgive, we are not good at fighting bravely when the monks are not ruthless, but if the donors chase after them, the monks will naturally be angry." The most ordinary-looking monk lowered his eyebrows and said pleasing to the eye.

As he spoke, he looked at the tall and thin hemp stalk that had been shaken out by the cooked copper rod for half a step.

At the same time, two more monks appeared behind the monk, one burly and tall, the other round and strong, and they didn't look easy to mess with.

Feng Xing frowned, and the remaining three monks appeared together, their pressure doubled.

Originally, if you broke in, you would have broken in, but it's a big deal that there are more people and fewer people bully.

Now the number of people on both sides is the same, and if they fight, they always feel that they don't have an advantage.

And there is a steady stream of monks who came to the door of the Great Buddha Temple, and I don't know if they heard the sound, or what, more and more monks gathered, and the players who were not dominant, now they have no advantage at all.

"If I knew there were still people, I should have broken in."

The intestines of the repentant ones were all blue, their faces were blue and white, white and black like the bottom of the pot, and in the end they still didn't fight with these four great monks.

"Let's go." Fengxing greeted, and Hongchen was the first to respond, Ma Stalk was very unwilling, and glanced at the impatiens beside her, she didn't mean to fight, so she could only sigh faintly, and finally left with a gray voice.

"It's a pity." Jiang Ye shook his head.

These four players are too cowardly to miss the crucial information.

Looking at the more and more monks gathered, Jiang Ye also had a headache, those four big monks already made him feel troublesome, and now that there are so many monks, he can't get in at all.

"Forget it, I've found a place to squat, this time it won't work, and there will be a next time."

Jiang Ye walked down the shadow behind the big tree and returned to the guest room.

……

Two days have passed since Senior Brother Huiming was killed.

The night before yesterday, the whole temple was looking for the murderer.

Although the murderer was not found in the end, it was in an uproar.

Night comes.

Everyone was asleep, but Smartcom was in a state of anxiety all the time.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, because the night before yesterday, he vaguely seemed to hear something.

The voice seemed to be calling his name, and he was about to wake up, but the voice stopped abruptly, and Huitong fell asleep again.

In the morning, he found out about Huiming's tragic situation, Huitong was frightened, naturally he didn't think nonsense, and now the more he thinks about it, the more he can feel the strangeness of the night before.

A hole appeared in the center of Huiming's forehead, and his eyes were completely two black holes, turning his head sideways, the eyes of the two black holes seemed to be looking at him, and he was in a panic for so long, but Huitong still didn't settle down.

His vague feeling should be related to the gathering of monks in the Great Buddha Temple last night.

In addition, that morning, when Jiang Ye came to see the corpse, he casually mentioned "It doesn't look like it's artificial", and Huitong has always remembered it in his heart.

Tossing and turning until the end of the night, Huitong quietly got up from the couch, looked at the sleeping brothers around him, Huitong cautiously walked out of the meditation room, and closed the door of the meditation room.

Along the way, Huitong avoided the brothers who were keeping vigil.

As a small novice, he also watched the night many times, and he had a good grasp of the internal shift time and patrol time.

Bypassing those brothers who were keeping vigil, Huitong appeared on the outer wall of the Great Buddha Temple.

Faintly, Huitong heard what seemed to be a voice talking inside.

Huitong quietly approached the gate of the Great Buddha Temple and glanced at the gap.

Although it was getting late, through the reflection of the moonlight above his head, Huitong vaguely saw a rough idea of the big Buddha temple.

Two very strong fat men, one with a burly body, and the other with a more ordinary body.

"Amitabha, this old Buddha has gone out to eat people again, and this time he has eaten Huiming, so let's deal with him." One of the big fat monks pronounced a Buddha name, and his face was solemn.

The squinted big monk sighed: "The time is getting shorter and shorter, the last one can last for half a year, but now it is less than three months, I don't know if the one inside is too greedy or we are getting weaker and weaker." ”

The burly monk pronounced a Buddha call, and said in a flat voice: "Amitabha, first choose one of the disciples to become a Buddha, as long as you survive for a while, and wait for the abbot to go further, maybe there will be a turnaround." ”

Huitong's eyes widened, covering his mouth stiffly, by looking at the figure and listening to the voice, Huitong had determined who the four people in the Great Buddha Temple were.

The four people in the Great Buddha Temple are clearly the first of the four courtyards, and one of them is still his master.

And what they were talking about turned out to be who to make a Buddha.

Huitong's face showed doubts, and he thought in his heart: "How can it be so easy to become a Buddha, saying that whoever becomes can do it?" ”

"Is this Buddhahood a ......?"

Thinking of the flesh-bodied Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform in the Great Buddha Temple, Huitong suddenly felt shuddered, and his hands and feet were cold.

"The attainments of the Dharma among the disciples are too low, and even if they become Buddhas, it is useless." The monk, who looked normal, shook his head and said.

"Master?"

Huitong almost exclaimed, but fortunately he had already covered his mouth.

After hearing the voice clearly, the last person to speak was his master, Guangfa, one of the first seats of the Four Courtyards.

"Senior brother, is it ......" Guang Nan, who was squinting, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Guang Fa, who was of normal size.

Guangfa clasped his hands together, nodded and said, "Yes, I already feel that my time is running out, and the erosion of the holy water is getting worse and worse. ”

Although Guangfa means that his time is short.

But he didn't break down, he didn't fall silent, he didn't shout.

The face is all calm, with indifference, as if he has already looked down on life and death.

even smiled with satisfaction: "Amitabha, today I will become a Buddha with this senior brother." Ladies and gentlemen, senior brother will go first. ”

As he spoke, Guangfa walked to the lotus platform made of stone in the middle, sat down calmly, lowered his eyebrows, and folded his hands.

"Congratulations, senior brother."

The remaining three heads joined together at the same time and pronounced a Buddha horn in their mouths, bowed and saluted, with a complicated look on their faces.

They say they have become Buddhas, but that's just their hope.

People like them who have drunk the blood of ghosts will not become Buddhas at all, and sooner or later they will become that kind of terrifying monsters, let alone become Buddhas.

After saluting, each of them took out a three-foot-long nail and a small hammer.