The Buddha statue shattered very quickly, and the extremely sudden change made us feel a little helpless.

Before that, the temple had been shaking wildly, but the amplitude of the vibration was sometimes large and sometimes small, and in my opinion, it should not affect the Buddha statue in a short period of time.

But the strange thing is that since the two cracks appeared next to the eyes of the Buddha statue, the Buddha statue seemed to collapse, constantly cracking, and more and more cracks appeared.

With the sound of stones shattering and falling to the ground, the seated statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, starting from the head, collapsed one after another.......

However, in just half a minute, the seated statue that was still standing in the main hall of Supo Temple had unconsciously turned into a broken piece.

When the dust was filled, the old monk wiped his eyes, slowly stepped forward, stood on the pile of ruins, and frantically scraped with his hands.

He seemed to be looking for something, and it was in this pile of ruins.

"What are you looking for?" He Xigong asked curiously, "Do you need help?" ”

The old monk didn't reply, no, and then continued to plane silently, anyone could feel the lifeless smell on his body.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Buddha statue is broken, and the old monk's heart is dead.

This temple is very different from the traditional temple, and what can really make the old monk have a sense of belonging is probably not in the temple, but only in this seated statue of Sakyamuni.

The Buddha statue is its spiritual support, and it is also the only pillar that supports his inner spiritual temple.

Originally, he didn't plan to live, it can be said that he was absolutely borless, and he didn't have any expectations for life, until now...... He must be eager to make sacrifices in the next second.

Early death and early superbirth, he is talking about the old monk.

Looking at his busy back, He Xigong and I looked at each other for a while, and then glanced at Chen Qiuyan, both shook their heads, and no one knew how to comfort him.

Perhaps for the old monk, he didn't need comfort.

Suddenly, the old monk put his hand into the stone stool, seemed to hold something, and with a loud noise, he pulled it out violently.

"Found it!"

Hearing the old monk's words, we all raised our heads and looked over there.

At this time, the old monk was holding something similar to an ancient sword in his hand, which seemed to be diamond-shaped, and the surface was wrapped in a layer of oilcloth, and there were some black ink marks on it.

Without waiting for us to ask more, the old monk raised his hand violently and tore the oilcloth wrapped around it directly, revealing the thing wrapped in the oilcloth.

It looked like a sword, and it was indeed diamond-shaped, with three or four sides, but the edges were rounded and smooth, as if they had been artificially polished.

If I'm not mistaken...... This thing should be one of the Buddhist instruments.......

"Vajra?" He Xigong was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old monk with some curiosity: "Shouldn't this kind of thing be carried with you?" What's the use of burying it in the seated statue of Shakyamuni? ”

"The killing intent of this vajra is too heavy, and only the seated statue of the World-Honored One can suppress it." The old monk sighed, gently stroked the vajra, and his face was full of memories: "This is still passed down to me by my master, and it has been passed down for seven or eight generations, but it's a pity that ......"

"It's up to my generation."

The old monk smiled, held the vajra pestle, jumped over, and jumped directly from the stone.

The vajra is one meter long, and it may be shorter, I don't know if it is made of copper or gold, anyway, it looks golden with an indescribable extravagance.

But when I looked closer, I realized that there were many black stains on the vajra, like dry black mud, and a little like rust.

I could faintly smell the smell of blood, which should have emanated from those things.

"Bloodstains?" He Xigong asked quietly, pointing to the black sludge on the vajra.

"Yes....... the old monk sighed, his face full of helplessness: "The evil qi of this vajra is too heavy, either you don't use it, or you have to kill people if you use it, or you have to kill evil, don't look at it as a magic weapon of our Buddhism, it has violated the meaning of compassion.......

"It is the Bodhisattva who is compassionate, you are not, what you cultivate is the Vajra Dao, it is the Vajra Method......." He Xigong smiled: "Angry eyes Vajra, there is no excess, this vajra is a rare object, you have to cherish it." ”

Hearing this, the old monk shook his head, didn't say anything more, raised his hand suddenly, made a lot of effort, and thudned the vajra into the ground.

The moment the vajra touched the ground, I vaguely saw a burst of golden light from there, but the light was fleeting, giving people an indescribable sense of illusion, so I thought I was mistaken.

"Little Shen Shizhu."

"I'm here!"

"If I have an accident in a while, you will come over and be responsible for printing the ....... according to this method," the old monk sighed: "I have a hunch, I always feel that something will happen, as if there are variables hidden in it......."

"Variables?" He Xigong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Do you feel something?" ”

The old monk thought for a moment, nodded, shook his head again, and said nothing.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not quite sure what he was saying, and his eyes were a little dazed.

At this moment, the vajra pestle, which had been inserted into the ground, shook without warning.

It was as if someone was holding the handle and swaying it from side to side, and the shaking amplitude was so large that it almost came out of the ground.

Seeing this scene, the old monk hurriedly grabbed the handle, looked back at me and said, "You can do me a favor." ”

"You say." I nodded.

"If you take the vajra and smash it on my head, as long as you smash it out, the tile-breaking method will be completed." The old monk said.

As soon as I heard this request, I was indeed a little surprised, fuck, let me go and be an executioner??

Not to mention whether I can do it ruthlessly, even if I do, I may not be able to hurt the old monk.

He is a Buddha's enemy, and he uses the Buddha's Dharma weapon to hit him...... Will this work?

"Can't get it?" He Xigong asked me.

I didn't say anything, but my expression had already told He Xigong that I really couldn't get this hand.

"If you want to use the tile breaking method, you need to use the power of the tantric vajra needle, but unfortunately I didn't have it with me, so I can only use the vajra to make do .......with it" The old monk sighed, slammed, and pulled the vajra out of the ground: "I used to hit others with this magic weapon, so I know how painful it hurts, so I can't do it, Xiao Shen Shi, can you help me?" ”

Hearing the old monk's words, I felt a little entangled, but Chen Qiuyan walked over, patted me lightly on the shoulder, and said, just help the seniors, don't think about anything else.

I was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"Okay."

As soon as the words fell, I no longer hesitated, raised my feet and walked to the old monk's side, and took the vajra pestle he handed over.

The vajra is very heavy, don't look at its small size, just such a vajra has a weight of at least two or three hundred catties, and it can't be said to be a press.

I took the vajra, gently rubbed it with my hand, and asked the old monk in a low voice, how do you smash it?

"Whatever." The old monk replied: "Don't keep your hands when you smash it with all your might, the vajra is repulsive to my body, and I can't control it without breaking the tile." ”

"Can it break through your flesh?" I asked with some concern.

"Yes." The old monk said truthfully: "I am only half a gatha ten, and my physical body is not enough to resist this vajra. ”

As he spoke, the old monk closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was mentally preparing.

I did the same, breathing deeply, and the hand holding the vajra began to sweat.

"Come !!"

The old monk suddenly shouted, and I was so frightened that I hurriedly raised my hand and smashed it down with the vajra almost instinctively.

I didn't spare my hand at that moment.

As the vajra touched the old monk, there was a muffled sound, and countless cracks opened on the ground in an instant, and the old monk's entire body was smashed by me for nearly ten centimeters.

Really, I went straight into the ground, and that scene was extremely exaggerated.

As he said.

Half of Gathata's physical body is indeed very strong, enough to resist most of the magic weapon attacks, but it can't stop this vajra treasure pestle.

The old monk's heavenly spirit was covered, and I smashed out a big pit, the size of a child's fist.

And many golden ...... Like a liquid of gold, it quietly emerged from the bottom of the pit, like a puddle of spring water, gradually spreading upward.......

At this time, the old monk's voice sounded again.

"Again....... ....... again."