"Another one!"

The great wisdom monk looked at Wang Mazi who appeared beside Zhao Ke.

was originally a hideous expression, but for a while became serious and cautious.

Because the big man standing next to Zhao Ke in front of him gave him a great sense of oppression.

The invisible aura has already shown the strength of the other party.

A true top performer.

"How about it, let's panic in it, find a target for you to try your hand!"

Wang Mazi moved his hands and feet, and after looking at the Dazhi monk, he said with some regret: "But he is injured, not my opponent!" ”

After listening to Wang Mazi's words, the Dazhi monk's face was slightly cold, and his heart was like a great enemy.

Instead, Zhao Ke kicked Wang Mazi's ass and scolded: "What nonsense, hurry up and kill him, I have something else!" ”

In fact, if you want to kill the Great Wisdom Monk, Zhao Ke can do the same.

Under the blow of Fang Cai's resentment, the head of the Great Wisdom Monk was hit hard, although he was conscious, but another negative effect of the blood hammer, "Damage Dao", had already had an effect.

And activates the resentment.

In a state of resentment, the physical strength and consumption of the Great Wisdom Monk will increase exponentially.

Even the ability has a high probability of error.

Calling Wang Mazi out, on the one hand, is to verify Wang Mazi's strength.

On the other hand, in this way, he can also free up his hands and go to the attendant who called himself the third prince and have a good chat.

In the blink of an eye, this guy was so badly injured that he was still struggling to get up from the ground.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke turned around and walked in the direction of the attendant.

Seeing Zhao Ke approaching, the attendant instinctively wanted to retreat.

But his injuries were too serious, and the punch of the Great Wise Monk almost killed him.

If it weren't for the blood hammer that smashed on the head of Monk Dazhi in time, I'm afraid that Fang Cai's punch would have been enough to kill him.

Zhao Ke approached, and when he looked around, he found that there was a black thing in the attendant's arms.

This thing, Zhao Ke has seen it on the body of the young general of the Yuan army.

It's fireworks.

Obviously, the attendant had been rubbing on the ground for a long time, just trying to take this thing out and ask for help.

In fact, thinking about it, of course he wouldn't rush here alone.

However, I was worried that the content of the conversation with the Great Wisdom Monk would be leaked, so I asked the horse to guard outside.

"Who are you?"

The attendant saw Zhao Ke stretching out his hand towards him, his face tightened, and he asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Ke casually took out the fireworks bombs in the attendant's arms.

Twist the trap underneath.

"Wow!" With a bang, a large red firework shot out of the canister and shot straight into the sky, eventually exploding a huge red firework in the sky.

Seeing the fireworks overhead, the attendant's eyes suddenly glowed with hope, and he knew that as soon as his subordinates saw the signal, they would come immediately.

Then you will be safe.

Thinking of this, the attendant's eyes when he looked at Zhao Ke softened a lot for a while, at least it showed that the person in front of him was not an enemy.

"Xiaguan Du Caoyun made the Simen experience, originally just passing by here, but I didn't expect to encounter a major case of tribute robbery, and rushed here to trace the clues, I never thought that I would meet the messenger of the third prince."

Zhao Ke said, taking out the official seal from the postal album.

[Hint: Do you want to activate this stamp, after activation, you will get the official status of the envoy of the capital.] 】

Looking at the prompt from the postal book, Zhao Ke chose to activate without hesitation.

The attendant looked at the official seal, and the tense muscles of his face were completely relaxed.

However, looking at Zhao Ke's eyes again, he couldn't help but have a little disdain and contempt.

Of course, he has this qualification of contempt, not to mention the experience of Cao Yun, such a small Congqipin.

Even if he is the governor of Caoyun in Zhengsanpin, he doesn't pay attention to it, let alone the petty official in front of him is still a Han man.

"Hmph, you did a good job, when I go back, I will tell the third prince that you are indispensable!"

In the eyes of the attendants, Han people like Zhao Ke, even if they are officials, are still the dogs of their Yuan clan.

What a great merit, it is enough to give a bone.

However, Zhao Ke did not kneel down immediately to thank him as he wished.

Instead, his eyes narrowed into a straight line and stared at him, staring at him for a while.

And Zhao Ke's next words made the attendant's eyes widen, and he only felt a cold air coming out of the tip of his nose.

"My lord's good intentions have been understood, but I'm afraid you won't be able to go back today."

Zhao Ke said, and saw that the blood hammer just now fell back into Zhao Ke's hand.

"What do you do?" Looking at the hammer in Zhao Ke's hand, the attendant couldn't help screaming: "You dog slave, I am the personal attendant of the third prince, the Badulu (hero) of the grassland, if you dare to touch me, the third prince will take off the skin of your dog!" ”

Zhao Ke had a cold face, slowly raised the hammer in his hand, a cold chill appeared in his eyes, and he picked up the hammer in his hand and smashed it on the head of the attendant.

"Click~"

With the sound of skulls shattering.

The attendant's eyes were Turkic, and his eyes were staring directly at Zhao Ke, as if he wanted to remember Zhao Ke's appearance even if he died.

It's just that his hideous expression was exchanged for another hammer by Zhao Kehao's ruthlessness.

"Bang bang bang~" echoed in the mountains and forests with the sound of bones beating.

On the other side, Wang Mazi stepped forward, and the invisible aura was pressed down like a mountain.

A bloodthirsty cold glint flashed in the eyes of the great wise monk, and he suddenly regretted it in his heart, regretting why he had brought Zhao Ke to the back mountain.

He just wanted to kill the messenger of the third prince.

But he didn't want to put himself in danger instead.

"Amitabha, the donor put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, besides, you and I have no grievances, why ......"

"Noise!"

Monk Dazhi didn't finish his words.

Wang Mazi stepped forward step by step, and with the pace of advancement, the overwhelming aura suddenly approached, as if to evacuate the surrounding air.

The thick palm reached out and slapped it on the top of the head of the Great Wise Monk.

The seemingly ordinary slap blurred the surrounding void.

You can even see invisible ripples, stirring in Wang Mazi's palm.

As the ripples swept across the ground, the grass and stones on the surface made a sound of squeezing, and then turned into a terrifying scene of shattering.

The melee postman, in most people's impressions, is a very disadvantaged existence, relying on nothing more than flesh and blood, and the ability of stamps to fight to the death.

As everyone knows, once the strength of the real melee postman reaches a certain limit, the power he shows is enough to change everything.

Just like Wang Mazi at this time, after he regained his strength after being in a state of being a wasted person for a long time.

I have a deeper understanding of martial arts.

Now with the blessing of gold stamps, it has been reborn for a while, and the fish has jumped into the dragon gate.

In the face of such a terrifying palm, Monk Dazhi's face was like ashes for a while, but when he saw the huge temple that was gradually being built in the mountains and forests not far away.

As if inspired, the Great Wisdom Monk strengthened his faith and was fearless, looking into the distance, as if he could penetrate the sky.

The words that Sanjie said to him just yesterday, when he looked at him, flashed back to his mind.

"Dazhi, Master is very disappointed in you!"

Dazhi still remembered at this time that when Sanjie spoke, his eyes looked at him from afar, full of pity and sympathy.

This kind of eye-looking wisdom is familiar, because he also shows such expressions when he looks at those poor people who are hungry and ignorant.

It seems that in the eyes of Sanjie, he is actually the same as those untouchables.

He didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

The Bodhisattva Sutra itself is a means for Buddhism to purify the world, and the world is ignorant, so what is wrong with using the Dharma to transcend it.

Why do the three precepts say that they should not modify the Bodhisattva Sutra to confuse the people?

Are they only allowed to use the Bodhisattva Sutra for personal gain?

Since childhood, he has been worshipping under the name of Wuxiang Zen Master, but he is only a registered disciple.

Seeing the three precepts and other senior brothers, each of them comprehending the supreme Dharma, Dazhi could not hide his envy and jealousy.

Now that he is finally about to establish a Zen temple of his own, he is about to establish a sect, how can he fall here when the scenery is immeasurable.

As soon as he thought of this, Dazhi's eyes flashed with a fanatical light.

"I can't die yet! I also want Putuo Temple to be famous all over the world! ”

For a while, the Buddha's light rushed into the sky, "Om! The infinite sound of the word "Om" was echoing, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable chant singing

I saw that his clothes were torn piece by piece, revealing the thousand-character scriptures branded on his body.

I saw that the scriptures were like gold, irradiating the sky, giving birth to the protector of the Buddhist family, and angrily looking at the Vajra Dharma.

For a while, it was as if countless monks were chanting, deafening and impacting people's souls.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Dazhi punched out, and the air was squeezed out with a thunderous crackling sound, and the angry King Kong behind him swung out his fist together.

The power of Dazhi's full force blow has infinitely approached the full force of the fourth-order postman's blow.

It's just that Wang Mazi didn't look at him directly, and a pair of golden gloves covered his palms.

Facing the great wisdom monk, he punched out.

The golden blood rushed to the sky, and the unpretentious fist burst out with endless power at once.

Dazhi wanted to persevere, but his face became more and more ugly, his forehead and eyebrows, and the black mist representing resentment was even thicker.

For some reason, the Buddha power in his body was rapidly decaying.

Even feeling that my breath was starting to become disturbed.

At this moment, Dazhi suddenly felt a red light in front of him, and opened his eyes to look back.

Monk Dazhi's eyes widened for a while.

His mouth was so wide open, his brows were furrowed, and even his hair was shaking.

His face turned pale from the spasms of his heart, and he screamed, "Fire, fire, fire!" ”

I saw that the red fire in the distance covered the sky, and the fire was like an angry fire dragon, ruthlessly devouring the Daxiong Treasure Hall that Putuo Temple was still building.

The fire is still spreading, and the huge flames are not only burning this newly established Putuo Temple, but also the faith and hope of the great wisdom monk.

There is no need for Wang Mazi to make another move.

Watching the treasure hall collapse in the flames, the Great Wisdom Monk was distracted, and he couldn't suppress the bursts of mournful wails in his mind for a while, his eyes suddenly went black, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.

"Poof!"

The inner sadness broke out at the same time, and the body fell straight to the ground.