"The evil demon has sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and he specializes in confusing sentient beings with evil words, and thousands of households must not talk to him too much, lest they fall into the evil law and be manipulated by him involuntarily."

Pudu Cihang waved his hand, stopped Zuo Qianhu who still wanted to say something, and the compassionate smile was still there, and said to Liao Wenjie: "The evil spirit of the donor is deep in the bone marrow, and it is already terminally ill. ”

What's the situation?

Zhiqiu blinked, although Liao Wenjie was a little evil, but after two days of getting along, he could see that these were all appearances, Pudu Cihang's Buddhism was profound, and there was no reason to come up in the name of subduing demons and subduing demons......

Could it be that these two people have a grudge?

Zhiqiu Yiye scratched his head, and persuaded each other with good words: "Two, monsters are coming soon, everyone should abandon their previous suspicions and work together, it's not good for your own people to beat your own people, and it's not good to hurt anyone." ”

It makes sense, but no one birds him, it's like he didn't say it.

"The evil demon has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and he specializes in confusing the public with evil words...... Nothing wrong with it, I couldn't agree more. ”

Liao Wenjie nodded, beckoned slightly, and held the Sword of Victory and Evil in his hand: "I didn't expect that you, a monster, are quite self-aware, but it's a pity that you are full of demonic energy, even if you practice Buddhism and put on a layer of human skin, you can't suppress the defeat, don't pretend in front of the poor road." ”

"Donor, do you really have no intention of repenting?"

"You smell fishy, you shouldn't eat people, let me calculate, what kind of monster has become a ......"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and pinched it: "It's not like a spider, it's not like a long worm, it's not like a poisonous scorpion...... Hey, could it be that you're a big centipede!? ”

"Amitabha!!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes, and he shouted a Buddha call to cover it up, and his tone was indifferent: "The poor monk is kind to persuade him, but the donor is not only obsessed, but also hurts people with bad words, and humiliates him wantonly. ”

"It should be, if the reason doesn't make sense, go to physics, and it's nothing more than subduing demons and subduing demons."

Liao Wenjie nodded, and then condescendingly, glancing at him: "Your human skin is dry and thin, your fists are far less big than the casserole, and you must have no strength to beat people, so it is better to show the demon body of the big centipede, and let's fight for life and death." ”

"Donor, don't talk nonsense!"

Pudu Cihang's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands folded in front of his chest, his body bloomed with golden light, and he whispered the Buddha's name.

Behind her, more than a dozen monk attendants danced with orchestral instruments in their hands, and for a while, the Buddhist scriptures were sung aloud, which made people feel in a trance.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ~~~"

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is ~~~"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot~~~"

“……”

Ask for life!

If you practice Buddhism, your heart is not right, and the Dharma will not be right.

The good Zen of Buddhism turned into a chaotic mind and demon distraction at this moment, and frantically impacted Liao Wenjie's seven senses and six senses.

Like the tide, like silk threads, although there is no thunder in the ears, but it is endless, unclear, and constantly chopped. Once it penetrates into the ears, it will make people fall into the illusion of illusion forever, and they only want to die.

"Oh, why are you fighting the law, why are you involved me, I'm innocent."

Zhiqiu put a charm into his ears and jumped off the roof with a strange scream, and now he still thinks that Liao Wenjie and Pudu Cihang are fighting bravely because of personal grievances.

Liao Wenjie: (a' ́一)

How to say it, although the opposite side sings very hard, the voice is not small, and there is no lack of gloomy artistic conception or anything. But when he listened to the sound of Suo Life, he didn't feel it at all, and he was even a little sleepy and wanted to sleep.

Just Nima is outrageous!

If you really want to say something dangerous, when he didn't have a mask of Montenegro before, the mental impact brought by his blood-colored mental power was far more dangerous than that of Suo Sanyin, and the slightest carelessness would cause killing thoughts to arise, and he wanted to find a head to chop off and kick the ball.

So, more than a dozen people play, play and sing, just this bit of power?

"Demons are demons, disturbing people's lives at night, don't neighbors have to sleep?"

Liao Wenjie snorted coldly, the Victory Evil Sword took off his hand, roared down, turned into a sharp red light, wrapped in the intention of boundless sharpness, and went straight to Pudu Cihang in the monk's array.

"Shaped like a sword!"

Pudu Cihang was unmoved, the robe danced without wind, and suddenly spread out in front of him, the swastika Buddha seal bloomed with golden light, and the sword of victory flew into the air with a ding.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ~~~"

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot~~~"

“……”

Suddenly, the sound of Suo Sheng's Sanskrit was even heavier, and Zuo Qianhu bore the brunt of it, his eyes were blurred and he stood in place, and stiffly raised his hand to touch the steel knife behind his back.

The grip was loose, loose and gripped, and his expression was extremely struggling.

Like Zuo Qianhu, his concentration is already amazing, and the entire Zhengqi Villa, except for Zhiqiu Yiye who has a charm in his ears, the rest of the people, whether they are officers and soldiers or the Fu family sisters, are all buzzing in their ears, unable to resist the destruction of the Sanskrit sound of asking for their lives, and their eyes are dull, and they are stupid and smirking in place.

No matter how miserable it was, he followed the devil's shock, knelt on the ground and kowtowed wildly, while thinking about putting down the butcher's knife, crying that he was deeply guilty, and begged the national teacher to show mercy and help them get out of the sea of suffering.

"Hey, it's not right for you to do this, the fighting method affects ordinary people, what kind of Buddhist monk are you?"

Zhiqiu Yiye shouted, was ignored again, and jumped on the spot in anger.

"Heaven and earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious, and the ...... is too yuan"

Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged, holding the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra] in his arms, Pudu Cihang recited the Buddhist scriptures, and he recited the Taoist scriptures. The two voices are mixed, one is merciful with demonic nature, leading people to indulge in intoxication and depravity, and the other is brilliant and magnificent, driving away evil and avoiding evil, just like the dawn of dawn sweeping away the darkness.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot~~~"

“……”

"The demon king binds his hands and guards my Xuan; The ferocity dissipates, and the Tao Qi remains. ”

“……”

The two voices are mixed together, and the direct teacher can't distinguish them, as if two are lost, and they don't know which one to choose.

"Zuo Qianhu, the demon Dao mana is strong, and I also ask you to live as a poor monk." Pudu Cihang's eyes drooped slightly, his compassionate smile converged, and he became extremely fierce in an instant.

"The national teacher is polite, although I am a martial artist, but the skill of slaying demons and eliminating demons is in the society, so naturally I will not stay out of the matter."

Zuo Qianhu agreed in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, according to his past experience, when he couldn't distinguish between good and evil, he just obeyed orders.

Boom!

He pulled out two steel knives behind his back, his eyes burst with astonishing killing intent, his toes touched the ground, his body swayed up, and slashed at Liao Wenjie who was sitting on the roof.

A red ghost hand poked out, and when he saw this, he quickly stopped his figure, and a thousand catties fell above the courtyard wall.

Unexpectedly, the ghost hand did not attack him, but rolled up the Zhiqiu leaf in the yard and threw it twice in the air before smashing it at him.

"Hey, you guys are endless, aren't they! I'm going to be angry, really going to be angry————"

Zhiqiu Yiye and Zuo Qianhu collided, and the two fell from the courtyard wall, both of them had a headache and a brain swelling.

"No, this is not a Buddha sound, this is a life-seeking Sanskrit sound!"

Zhiqiu Yiye suddenly woke up, looked at Pudu Cihang with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: "You, a demon monk, actually use evil magic to harm people, who are you?" ”

"Bold, how dare you collide with the national teacher!"

Zuo Qianhu shook his head, his eyes had just regained clarity, and he was taken care of by Pudu Cihang, and immediately fell into a state of delirium, and raised his knife to slash at Zhiqiu Yiye.

"Oh, you person, I really think I have a good heart and won't use a spell against you, right?" Zhiqiu Yiye was slashed by the knife light net, and he sneaked underground.

Zuo Qianhu staggered, his mind was lost, not only did his sword technique lose his previous sharpness, but even his perception regressed a lot, and he was stunned and couldn't find the whereabouts of Zhiqiu Yiye.

"The divine soldiers are in a hurry, as urgent as the law, give it to me!"

Zhiqiu Yiye burst out of the ground, and his hand quickly drew the word 'edict' on the palm of his hand, and then slapped it towards Pudu Cihang.

Capture the thief first capture the king, shoot the man first shoot the horse, he hit Pudu Cihang.

However, it didn't work, Pudu Cihang suffered a fixed body technique, and there was no such thing as a light fart, and he still bowed his head and read the Buddhist scriptures and wrestled with Liao Wenjie.

"Damn, you just look at me......"

Zhiqiu Yiye was hit by a critical blow, and his heart hurt, and in a fit of rage, he urged his mana, and with a charm in his hand, he slammed out the flame pillar.

"Exorcism Order!"

The pillar of fire drowned Pudu Cihang, and the flames rose into the sky, rolling up the dust, and the monks and attendants behind her were all shrouded in it.

The sound of the life-seeking Sanskrit stopped, and after the fire dissipated, Pudu Cihang was still standing intact, but the monk attendant behind him was gone.

"Amitabha, Zuo Qianhu, don't quickly kill the evil demons."

The bewildering sound was in his ears, Zuo Qianhu just woke up and fell into it again, waved his knife and shouted, the knife net continued to split, and he learned that Qiu Yiye only dared to escape, and did not dare to show his head.

"The donor's mana is strong, and the poor monk is ashamed of himself, but you go against the sky, repeatedly killing and creating evil, and the poor monk will surrender you even if he fights today." Pudu Cihang said coldly.

"So, your band disbanded?"

Liao Wenjie also responded coldly, and as he spoke, dust rose in the courtyard of Zhengqi Villa, and the dense red line rushed into the sky like a rainstorm, and gathered into twelve half-meter-wide columns.

Laugh at! Snort———

The red line rotated, like a rag to gather and strangle, and with the screams, the red pillar exploded with a dull sound, and wisps of red and green blood splashed in all directions.

A single red thread can be torn off by ordinary people reaching out, and hundreds or thousands can be condensed into a ball, not to mention people, even a piece of iron can be twisted into twists.

The red line retreated back to the ground like a tide, leaving twelve corpses of rotten flesh that could not be identified, Liao Wenjie covered his face with his hands and shook his head slightly: "It's so smelly, I don't know if these little demons are your son and daughter, or your grandfather and second uncle?" ”

“……”

Pudu Cihang didn't speak, there was no sadness or joy on his face, but he was trembling with anger.

"I killed them by mistake, and I regret it when I think about it......"

Liao Wenjie's eyes shone with red light, clenched the sword of victory and evil, and said coldly: "It's really an unintentional mistake, I still hope that the national teacher is wise in Buddhism, and then persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, maybe as soon as you say it, I will really let it go." ”

"Evil demons, today the poor monk will send you to the eighteenth layer of hell!"

Pudu Cihang's face was hideous, countless golden lights shone around him, and with the wind and thunder rolling upside down, a huge demonic aura vented out.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the demonic aura vanished, disappearing to the point of no trace, and in its place, a piece of gold.

At the location of Pudu Cihang, the vast golden light spreads out, the boundless Sanskrit sound falls, and thousands of auspicious clouds roll in from afar, illuminating most of the night sky.

The golden light is gone, about 100 meters high, and the Buddha who is coated with a layer of dark golden light sits on the lotus platform, raising his chest with his right hand up, palm facing outward, and forming a 'fearless seal'.

"Minami Elysium ————"

"The West Heaven is here!!"