Sha Wujing died, even his soul was worn out, and his body sank into the river. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Chen Yang stepped into the air, the river automatically separated, Chen Yang stood at the bottom of the river full of quicksand, and put the two sky-replenishing arrows into the storage space.

His eyes fell on Sha Wujing's corpse, Chen Yang smiled coldly, slowly looked up at the sky where the thunderclouds had dispersed, and said to himself: "No one can control everything, even if you are a Buddha, you can't!" ”

Chen Yang stepped on the quicksand and turned into a streamer and left.

Chen Yang flew in the direction of the Pure Land Temple along the way, his divine sense spreading, searching for the figure of the little monk.

"Roar!"

This forest was just east of the Liusha River, and Chen Yang heard the roar and flew away, but when he fell and saw the thin figure in the mouth of a huge tiger, Chen Yang's eyes were full of anger.

In the tiger's mouth, there was a bald child in a tattered monk's robe. The child was not dead, his eyes were full of fear, and one hand slowly lifted up and grabbed two tiger whiskers. And this move of his angered the tiger.

"Click!"

The tiger's upper and lower jaws bit hard, the little monk's body was bitten off from the middle, and the two legs reflexively kicked and slowly drooped.

"Zheng!"

With a sword roar, Chen Yang's hand raised and fell, bringing a cold light and a stream of blood out.

The tiger fell heavily to the ground, and the little monk lay in a pool of blood, losing his vitality.

"Teleportation: Thirty Years Later."

"Countdown: 10 seconds ......"

Chen Yang didn't have time to be angry and sad, grabbed the tiger's upper and lower teeth, pulled hard, directly tore it in half, and picked up the little monk from his mouth.

And in the sky above the quicksand river, Guanyin Bodhisattva stepped on the lotus seat again, looked down, sensed the strong bloody breath, pinched his fingers, and counted his breath. His face changed drastically.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's figure fell, and the river below him parted to both sides, and Sha Wujing's lifeless corpse appeared in front of him.

"The soul has also been wiped out?" Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Sha Wujing's corpse, and the fingers in his hand changed faster and faster.

"Huh?" Avalokiteshvara frowned. muttered to himself: "Can't even count the cause of death? ”

Guanyin Bodhisattva gently raised his hand and waved, and a vast force swayed out from the snow-white sleeved robe.

"There."

Avalokiteshvara's gaze locked on the forest to the east, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

……

Time changed, when Chen Yang stood outside the Pure Land Temple again, looking at the rejuvenated temple in front of him with a gloomy face. The anger in his heart was slightly suppressed.

Putting the little monk's body into the storage space, Chen Yang changed into clean clothes and stepped into the door.

The sound of chanting scriptures sounded in the temple, and Chen Yang looked around at this temple, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

……

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the dead tiger in front of him, his divine consciousness spreading, but he did not sense any human breath.

"Who is it?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva was slightly angry, and with a grasp of the void with his slender five fingers, an illusory tiger was caught from the depths of the forest.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stretched out a finger and lightly tapped it on the tiger's soul, and pictures suddenly appeared in front of him.

When she saw a young monk in his teens coming from the forest. Guanyin Bodhisattva's face was slightly excited.

The little monk walked over slowly with a branch taller than himself in his hand, and the tiger who was resting on the ground found the little monk and slowly stood up.

When the little monk found out that he was being targeted by the tiger, there was no way out. The tiger pounced on the little monk and took it in his mouth, and just as the little monk was dying, a man appeared.

Avalokiteshvara stared at the man, but to her shock, she could only tell that it was a man, but she couldn't see his face.

The little monk was bitten to death by a tiger. The man killed the tiger with a sword. When the man took the little monk out of the tiger's mouth, it seemed that the moment she came here, the man disappeared.

"Who is this man?" Avalokiteshvara was shocked. Her thoughts were quickly disrupted by the tiger spirit. Looking at the tiger in the state of the soul, Guanyin Bodhisattva's face was expressionless, and his palms slowly closed, and this soul was instantly wiped out into nothingness.

……

Chen Yang stood outside the hall, listening to the monks chanting scriptures, waiting quietly.

Ten minutes later......

Half an hour later......

An hour later......

The monks continued to chant sutras. Chen Yang turned around the entire Pure Land Temple, but he didn't even see a single sweeping monk.

Chen Yang really couldn't help it, this group of monks had no concept of time to chant the scriptures, God knows how long they would recite it.

Chen Yang pushed open the door and walked in, and the monks heard the movement and looked up one after another.

"Who are you?"

"Get out of here and don't disturb us for our morning class."

The monks glared at Chen Yang angrily one by one.

The old monk sitting in front turned around and saw someone suddenly break in, with a look of displeasure on his face, and was about to let him leave, when he suddenly felt that this person was a little familiar.

After looking carefully, the old monk was shocked, slowly stood up, pointed at Chen Yang tremblingly, his voice trembled, and said, "It's you!" ”

Chen Yang saw the old monk staring at him excitedly, and asked, "Do you know me?" ”

"Engong!" The old monk knelt down for Chen Yang with a plop, which startled the monks who were doing the morning class.

"Host, why did you kneel down for this man?"

"I think the host may be old and dizzy, and his nerves are delirious."

"I'm probably sick again."

"Did you take your medicine today?"

……

"Get up and speak." Chen Yang held it with one hand, and the old monk felt a soft but irresistible force that helped him up from the ground.

And this hand also shocked those monks, and they let out exaggerated exclamations one by one.

Such a noisy and unruly appearance, where there is a little bit of a monk's appearance, really makes Chen Yang think that he is in the wrong place.

"Engong, sixty years ago, you once saved our lives." The old monk said excitedly.

Chen Yang remembered, and immediately looked at the old monk with some surprise, and said, "You are still alive, which is quite surprising to me." ”

At that time, most of those monks were twenty years old, but now sixty years have passed, and this old monk is at least eighty years old. In this era, living to the age of eighty is a real birthday star.

Chen Yang's words made the monks below dissatisfied, what do you mean that you are still alive? Is this something that people deserve to die?

The old monk didn't think too much, he knew that the benevolent prince in front of him was not ordinary, sixty years, the years had not left any traces on his face, and he was still so young.

Some of the monks below also thought of this aspect and began to mumble quietly.

Chen Yang asked, "What's your name?" ”

The old monk said humbly: "The poor monk's name: Fa Ming." ”

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Fa Ming! ”

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