The dark purple northfall Zixiao was inserted on the ground, Yiyun pressed his head, and the color of the fingers he pressed was white, but the pain of the headache was still not alleviated, and he stuffed a stand-in doll on the little killing, which was picked up under the fallen cliff on the way to the second excavation ability of the selfless artistic conception, I don't know if it belongs to the two stand-in dolls that I remembered. ,!“ If you can't make it, I'll kill you. However, try to struggle when you can. ”

Xiao Kill didn't speak anymore, and she didn't have the sober consciousness to let her speak again, her left hand couldn't move, she was tightly grasped by Yiyun, her legs were tightly clamped, involuntarily rubbing, twisting, and not caring about her seriously injured and weak body at the moment.

Xixia City, in the middle of residential houses.

The monk's arms were raised above the top, and his whole body was shining with golden light.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, and the five aggregates are empty......"

The golden light, the strong light, the next moment, the monk disappeared, and the golden light also disappeared.

The golden light lit up and converged.

The monk appeared outside the city of Western Xia, standing on the crimson earth, the surrounding woods graffiti-dyed with blood red of various shapes and sizes. The remains of corpses in one place are in a horrible state. A long sword of the Wudang faction that was broken into many pieces declared the belonging of the master during his lifetime. The wind blew, mixed with a strong fishy smell, and there was, a little bit, less than an inch long, hair fluttering and flying, filling a large area of the sky......

"Amitabha, if I heard it, for a while the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, and he spoke the Dharma for his mother. At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to assemble. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha, can be in the five turbid evil worlds...... "The monk recited the Jizo Sutra, all the way through the red woods, and the places along the way, the killing remnants of the Soul Devouring Sword Array, the chaotic murderous aura, as if attracted by a powerful force, sank into the ground one after another......

Murmuring water. Yin was red, and he didn't know how many people had died in the river.

The monk went upstream, and the river became more and more fierce and intense, until the sound of the waterfall rumbling down almost obscured everything when it reached the pool under the waterfall.

By the waterhole under the waterfall. The big mouth of the little killing pain is wide open. She had completely lost her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, her tightly held hands couldn't break free of Yi Yun, her legs kicked wildly in a frenzy, and occasionally kicked and rubbed Yi Yun's legs and feet. but none of them can cause substantial harm. "Let go of me, let go of me! Please, give me ...... I want a man, I want a man, a man! Little Kill cried. Hysterical shouts...... The dark purple north-falling purple sky was inserted into the ground, scattering a faint light.

"Amitabha, why don't you save her?" The monk walked over and crouched next to Little Kill, with a compassionate look of pity.

Yi Yun looked at the monk and didn't make a sound, his head still hurt badly. He was in pain, but the monk smiled. "Amitabha, the donor has abandoned the murderous spirit. It can not only save oneself, but also save others, and become a Buddha in an instant. As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, the donor is the most applicable. ”

Yi Yun pulled out her sword, and the sharp blade flowed with a rich dark purple light. The head of the sword was right at the throat of the little killer who had lost his mind.

"Amitabha, can the donor save her, would he rather kill her? The donor endures, and the donor is willing? The monk frowned. The tone is serious, and the words sound. But it always feels a bit of a joke.

"Whether the monk can save or not, the monk is willing, and I am even more willing." Beiluo Zixiao did not move, the monk had already stretched out his hand, and the sword body was clamped between his two fingers, and the monk sighed. "Amitabha, the donor is really willing. Why is the donor willing to give it? ”

The power of the monk is very strong, just two fingers, just two fingers, just the north falling Zixiao can not be pushed down, such a skill, judging by the rhyme, the golden robe disciples of the Sword Buddha can't do it. "Instead of watching her fall into the enchantment, it's better to free her." The monk smiled. "Amitabha, the donor is an evil Buddha, it is difficult to become a Buddha, and it is also difficult to become an evil Buddha. The Buddha should be empty of the four major Buddhas, and the evil Buddha should also be empty of the four major Buddhas. It is not easy for the donor to pass the compassionate level. The donor killed her to free her from the doom of demons, and the monk must of course be merciful. ”

The monk let go of Yiyun's sword, meditated on his knees upright, put his palms together, his expression suddenly changed to piety, and recited the 'exorcism mantra'. Yiyun has read a lot of Buddhism, but the only thing she really cultivates is closed-mouth meditation, because instead of learning and refutating, it is better to learn and specialize. I have only seen the exorcism mantra, but I have never practiced it, and I was not originally interested in the Dharma. Therefore, the practice of closed-mouth meditation, because closed-mouth meditation is suitable, many Buddhism needs to be practiced in practical application to be able to improve quickly, exorcism mantras, meditation mantras, mantras and so on all belong to this category.

The power of the exorcism performed by the monk is much more powerful than the exorcism spells that are used in ordinary cities to calm people's emotions and sorrows. People in the rivers and lakes, many people who encounter great compassion and know the power of Buddhism will spend money to find a special NPC monk, listen to an exorcism spell, and the mood can be calmed for a certain period of time. After the statute of limitations has passed, you have to listen to it again, and the cost of each time is not cheap, so the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes will not spend this money. Some people say that it is like the illusion brought by the poppy, which is very beautiful for a while, and then it is inseparable after the beauty, because leaving is pain and suffering, and many people simply believe in the Buddha and redeem themselves, as if they can grow poppies to satisfy themselves.

The monks of the ordinary city are absolutely unable to expel the aphrodisiac effect of the yin and yang artistic conception, because the realm of Buddhist cultivation is far from enough, that is, the aphrodisiac palm effect of the novice disciples of the Middle Demon Holy Land, and there are not many monks in the temple who can expel it, let alone the Dan Fairy, the master of the Yin and Yang Gate.

But this monk can, really can, and very quickly.

Not long after reading the scriptures, the reason of the little killing had gradually returned, and the spreading desire in the body quickly subsided and subsided...... Not long after, the flame of intense desire generated by the artistic conception of yin and yang was completely and completely extinguished. At this time, Xiao Kill felt the extreme weakness of her body, Yi Yun fed her a few Guiyun Pills, and took pills to treat internal injuries and accelerate the healing of external injuries, and after resting for a while, Little Kill was able to do it on her own. "You're you again?"

Little Kill still remembers this monk, the one he met not long ago, shouting 'Monk doesn't stink, monk bath', not like a monk's monk. The monk smiled gently, with a compassionate generosity, such a seriousness made Xiao Kill quite uncomfortable, because she had the impression that this monk was not a serious monk at all. "Amitabha, the female benefactor should not be happy and sad, experience the stimulation of yin and yang artistic conception, the power of the soul is extremely weak, hold her breath and concentrate, carefully cultivate for three or two hours, stabilize the power of the soul, and when it encounters the stimulation of yin and yang artistic conception in the future, its resistance will be enhanced."

The little killing was silent for a moment, and she didn't make a sound, she was embarrassed to scold any more stinky monks, it was too ruthless and unjust, she escaped, although she was still afraid, but she was no longer worried about herself, but forgot to look at Yiyun. "Monk, you are so powerful, it is better to save him."

"Amitabha, the monk can't save it, he can't save himself, what can the monk do?" The monk's smiling face made Xiao Kill feel that he had not changed the solemn appearance of a monk again, and he couldn't help but scoff. "The monk is not capable enough." "Amitabha, the female benefactor is wrong, if sentient beings don't save themselves, the Buddha can't save sentient beings, it's not that the Buddha can't save sentient beings, it's that sentient beings can't save themselves. The Dharma is boundless, the Buddha crosses sentient beings, the Buddha builds thousands of ships, and the sentient beings do not go on the boat, what can the Buddha do? "Go, go! Don't talk about this in a few words, I hate it when you monks say that these things are reasonable, but they are also beneficial! I also said that the Buddha refused to get on the boat until people saw the other side! "The little killer is impatient.

The monk just laughed and didn't continue arguing, and when he saw that Yi Yun was still frowning, obviously continuing to endure the pain, he said. "Amitabha, the donor is in pain, but there are people waiting for the donor to be rescued. There is a person named God Destroyer is a female benefactor who turns evil into good fortune, and the donor is also a noble person who destroys God and turns evil into good fortune. To kill is to save people, and the donor is not willing to be merciful? ”

Yi Yun frowned, and sent the voice into the secret to ask about the God Destroyer.

On the other end, the god-destroying voice was solemn. "Long Jianzhi's righteous sister twisted her fingers and killed the man who is now like the wind...... Said what kind of Buddha light shining people, I followed a paragraph, and found that many monks hung from afar around their fingers, more and more people gathered, basically all of them were NPCs, and their combat effectiveness was amazing, and they were invincible. ”

"Coordinates." Yi Yun asked the coordinates and stood up, Xiao Kill was a little worried. "Can you do it? Headache like this. ”

"I have a headache, but I didn't say it, I can't fight." Yi Yun forgot to look at the monk, and the monk nodded with a smile. "Amitabha, donor rest assured, the monk protects this female donor. The monk and the donor will meet again. ”

Yi Yun said one more word, carried the sword, and galloped away......

Little Kill mocked the monk disdainfully. "Let's just say that you monks like to pretend to be ghosts, and if he comes back, of course he will see you again. Also, what do you say that the God Destroyer is someone else's nobleman, the God Destroyer is nearby, and Yi Yun can take them to break through and escape no matter how bad he goes, of course he is a nobleman. It's so mysterious, it's worthless! ”

The monk just laughed and didn't argue with the little killing. "Amitabha, the female benefactor is fresh and concentrating, and should not be overly emotional. The word chance is endless, and it is impossible to force it to be investigated. Monks don't pretend to be ghosts, monks tell the truth, and monks don't speak. ”

Little Kill no longer paid attention to the monk, closed her eyes and concentrated, resting and waiting for the drug to attack and recover from her injuries as soon as possible, because she didn't know if the people from the Vulture Palace would come again......

Xixia City, the rebirth point.

A large group of women.

All of them are disciples of the Vulture Palace, all of them are disciples of the Vulture Palace who were slaughtered by the Soul Devouring Sword Array in a moment, among them are masters, there are also people whose martial arts are neither high nor low, and there are also novices. (To be continued)

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