With the sound of crying and laughing, Mo Fan suddenly woke up from his confusion, and then Mo Fan looked back and saw two figures flying quickly, fast.

And these two figures are one red and one white, but they are depressed ghosts and happy ghosts.

Seeing the two of them coming, Mo Fan felt a little relieved. If you want to say that you rely on your voice as your attack power, in Mo Fan's understanding, there is no difference between a depressed ghost and a happy ghost.

You must know that Mo Fan fought with them at the beginning, and in their coordinated crying and laughing, he couldn't defeat them.

Although at that time, Mo Fan was just a blue-eyed zombie.

With the bitter laughter of the depressed ghost and the happy ghost, not only Mo Fan and them were sober, but even the monk was stunned.

Then I saw countless small skulls around Mo Fan explode one after another.

This is the huge sonic power carried by the crying and laughing that shook those skulls apart, after all, the crying and laughing sound of the two of them is so powerful that it gives even the masters of the Ghost King level a headache.

"Boy, I didn't expect it, although you are powerful, but such a trick needs our help." The depressed ghost was crying with a sad face at the moment, and said to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan asked, "How do you know I need help?" ”

"When we were chattering with this monk, we sensed the power of his sound waves. After all, this is also our couple's strength, so we came over to have a look. I didn't expect to see you suffering, so I helped. ”

When the depressed ghost was talking to Mo Fan, he didn't cry anymore, and the happy ghost didn't laugh anymore. Slowly, the face of the happy ghost became depressed, and the sad ghost became jubilant.

The monk also reacted to this, and when he saw that his voice was cracked, he looked at the depressed ghost and the happy ghost with a little anger, and said:

"You two little ghosts, you actually stopped the poor monk from crossing them, it's really hateful, no matter what, the poor monk crossed you two together today."

As he spoke, he was about to fold his hands, but when Mo Fan saw this, where was he willing to give him a chance? Suddenly, the body disappeared.

The monk on the opposite side saw Mo Fan disappear suddenly, his face changed slightly, and his body hurriedly retreated, and the degree was also fast and terrifying.

As soon as his body retreated a few meters, Mo Fan's body appeared in front of him strangely, and he raised his hand and slapped it down with a palm of rolling corpse qi.

The monk did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his hands were quickly folded. At the same time as he closed it, a red light in his hand exploded instantly, confronting Mo Fan's green corpse qi.

With a bang, Mo Fan withdrew his hand and stood, but the monk hurriedly retreated, almost not standing firm.

Mo Fan stood with his hands in his hands, looked directly at the monk proudly, and said lightly: "You fake monk, if you have any other skills, use them." ”

The monk's face was not very good-looking, and after a while, he smiled coldly and said, "Amitabha, donor, your demonic barrier is too deep, and the poor monk will remove it for you!" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly shouted: "Om, well, what, horn, mic, ......"

With each word he said, a red Sanskrit word spat out of his mouth, and it grew bigger and bigger, until it was the size of a basin in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked at the Sanskrit words flying in, snorted coldly, his body didn't move, he just raised his hand and smashed it out.

With a bang, the fist smashed on the first Sanskrit character, and the Sanskrit text was instantly shattered into a shattered red breath.

Then he jumped up and kicked the second Sanskrit character to pieces.

Facing the remaining four Sanskrit characters in the back, Mo Fan also punched and kicked at will, and easily resisted the four Sanskrit characters.

Then he stood up, looked at the monk, and said, "If it is really a six-character proverb of the Buddhist family, I am still afraid of three points, although it is not easy for you to conjure up the six-character proverb with the demonic spirit, but it is only in vain." ”

The monk was completely stunned at the moment, staring at Mo Fan with a pair of eyes and saying, "I underestimate you, you are so strong!" ”

"I'm only thinking about it now, but it's a little late. Now answer my question, who are you? Mo Fan asked coldly.

When the monk heard this, he clasped his hands together and said, "Poor monk, Hanging Ming Temple, no vain monk!" ”

"Hanging Ming Temple?" Mo Fan frowned, thinking to himself that there didn't seem to be this temple nearby, right?

As soon as he thought about it suspiciously, he heard Ni Ba be shocked and said, "Is it ~ Hanging Ming Temple?" I went, wasn't the Hanging Ming Temple abandoned for more than a hundred years? There are no monks in it, and it is an empty temple that has been empty for more than a hundred years. ”

The monk smiled and said, "No, no, no, the temple has never been empty!" ”

Hearing this, Ni Ba shook his face and said, "Yes, I haven't been free, I think in the past hundred years, the temple can be filled with a ghost, right?" ”

The monk had a smile on his face, turned his head and looked at Ni Ba coldly and said, "What is a ghost?" Is death a ghost? We are Buddhists who only practice Buddhism all our lives, and we only want to ascend to Elysium as soon as possible. There is no such thing as death! ”

"Okay, you can say that, even if you go to Elysium. But after all, he is dead, and as for whether he went to Elysium, you should know in your heart. ”

When Ni Ba said this, he looked at the monk carefully and said, "No, you are not dead!" ”

"The poor monk didn't die in the first place!" The monk glanced at Ni Ba.

Not only was Ni Ba confused, but Mo Fan couldn't figure it out.

I heard Ni Ba ask again: "You didn't die, but Hangming Temple died more than a hundred years ago, and you said that you were from Hangming Temple, this is a bit contradictory, is it possible that you are more than 100 years old?" ”

As soon as these words came out, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the monk's face. At the same time, Mo Fan and Ni Ba were already discouraged, and the ghosts, including Ning Wuxin, were suddenly stunned.

They all thought of a possibility, and that was to take it!

"Guess what? Hehe, yes, the poor monk did use the method of snatching away. The monk said with a strange smile.

Mo Fan reprimanded when he heard this: "As a monk, you actually do such a thing as taking away your conscience, do you still have a little compassion?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the monk's face gradually became gloomy. He stared at Mo Fan deadly, as if a wave of anger was about to explode in his heart.

Then I heard him suddenly say angrily: "Compassion? It's ridiculous, you're talking to me about compassion here?

How do you know that poor monks don't have compassion? Hmph, it's just that that thing, a hundred years ago, the poor monk did have it. Not only the poor monks, but also the monks of the Hanging Ming Temple.

But what's the use? We have no quarrel with the world, we are compassionate, we just participate in the Buddha and cultivate the mind.

And the result? The result is ~~ that huge temple, the more than 100 compassionate monks, all died in the rain of bullets! ”

"I ask you, in the midst of the bullets and bullets of the invaders, has anyone ever shown mercy to us?" The monk asked Mo Fan loudly.

"In the rain of bullets and bullets of the invaders, has anyone ever been merciful to save us, the compassionate monks?"

(End of chapter)

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