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A few days ago, the old man suddenly sensed in the night and heard the Buddha's decree. www.biquge.info The old monk said solemnly with a compassionate tone: "Now, Maitreya has been born, and he should cross the sea of suffering. ”

"I see that you are talented, but you are too angry, and I pity you for your talent, if you don't understand, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will eat the consequences!"

The old monk's words seemed to carry the power of Gu huo's heart, and suddenly a large number of people knelt around the old monk and prayed for Maitreya Pudu.

After the crowd of kneeling down, Ma Liang frowned, and his eyes looked at the old monk deadly.

The hearts of the people that I have earned with all my hard work and sweat are not worth a few words from an old bald donkey?

The old monk's eyes looked at him with a smile on his face, but he clasped his hands together and recited some scripture silently.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Ma Liang sneered: "The master's good calculation, Ma Liang's painstaking results, the master took it away in a few words, will it be too simple?" ”

The old monk whispered in a fanatical tone: "Maitreya is born, and all living beings should take refuge." ”

Ma Liang sneered: "So I should take refuge in Buddhism, kneel in front of that clay wood carving, and offer this city with both hands?" ”

"Yes, yes." The old monk bowed his head, as if this was the right principle in the world, waved his hand to the crowd, and a piece of light sprinkled down, and several people who were infected with evil diseases suddenly recovered without medicine, and couldn't help but exclaim.

The old monk said with a solemn expression: "This is the magical power given by Maitreya, if you don't take refuge quickly, when will you wait?!" ”

A few words mixed with spells spread out in the crowd, and even a few soldiers under Ma Liang's command couldn't help but throw away their weapons, knelt in front of the monk, and offered the looted gold and silver with both hands, begging the master to shave.

"Snort......" Ma Liang gritted his teeth, suddenly sneered, picked up a knife that had been thrown away from the ground, and walked towards the monk: "That bald donkey, you come to cross me?" ”

Looking at his vicious appearance, the old monk couldn't help but wonder in his heart, the magical powers given by Maitreya, ordinary people will be enlightened even if they listen to their words, before taking refuge in the Buddha, but why is this person in front of him so stubborn?

I'm afraid that the demon in the center of my heart is more prosperous, and has he become a demon? It doesn't matter, I still have the demon-subduing supernatural power given by Maitreya in my hand, and these obstacles must be removed, and they must not hinder the great affairs of the Buddha!

With a big decision in his heart, he whispered a Buddha horn, and the sound spread through the crowd like Huang Zhong Dalu, but suddenly disappeared in an instant.

The omnipotent demon subjugation thunder sound, just like ...... Swallowed by something?

He looked at Ma Liang in surprise, but his gaze couldn't help but look over his shoulder, and found that behind Ma Liang, there seemed to be a person standing?

For a moment, he felt a gratuitous fear, and under a gaze from nowhere, he almost felt the urge to scream and fall into madness.

In an instant, the Zen mind that had been practicing Buddhism for several years was shattered by that gaze, and even the supernatural powers given by Maitreya disappeared.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the darkness naked, and in the darkness there were countless people whispering in their ears, the kind of voice that ordinary people would fall into the madness of a collapse of their minds.

In the darkness there was an indescribable monster that opened its eyes, and there was no reason for malice and madness in its eyes, and it spoke in his ear of all kinds of incomprehensible evil and darkness.

Before that gaze, he could no longer hold back the terror that flooded in his heart, and let out a scream of fear that was extremely sharp.

Right in the middle of the crowd, he collapsed to the ground, trying to move his body backwards with all his might, trying to get away from the monster.

In Liang Chengcheng's curious gaze, the old monk knelt on the ground, his fingers kept scratching his body, he couldn't help himself, and scratched blood marks on his body, as if he was crazy.

Liang Chengcheng chewed an apple in his mouth, didn't know when it appeared in front of his eyes, looked directly into his eyes, and asked: "You have too much medicine?" ”

The scream came out again, and the old monk's voice was instantly dumb from this extreme fear, and his pupils instantly retracted.

The eyes that Maitreya had given him supernatural powers allowed him to see through Liang Chengcheng's disguise, and beneath that humanoid body was an indescribable behemoth, a thick shadow that covered the starry sky.

Even just a peek at the leopard in the tube, before he could even see the specific mo-sample, his eyes were bleeding and tearful, and he was completely blind.

But Liang Chengcheng's question turned into a vague, hoarse and strange noise ringing in his ears, which made his last reason completely collapse, crying and screaming in front of everyone's eyes, constantly smashing his head on the ground, bleeding profusely, but he could not die.

As if he hadn't seen Liang Chengcheng at all, Ma Liang passed through his phantom body, lifted the old monk on the ground, and dragged his body brutally and violently, through the crowd, and threw him in front of the bound prisoners.

With one foot on the old monk's back, Maleonn's palm lifted his chin from behind his back, allowing him to look at the bound prisoners with blind eyes.

"Maitreya Pudu? Are you kidding? Ma Liang whispered in his ear: "A hundred years ago, there was a great drought in the world, where was Maitreya?!"

Three hundred and thirty-one years ago, the flood was rampant, and there were countless casualties, where is Maitreya?!

The world has been in turmoil for 700 years, where is Maitreya?! ”

An angry roar drowned out everyone's voices, and Ma Liang stepped on the old monk's back and laughed disdainfully: "If you want to cross me, it's too late, right?!" ”

"I don't know how many people died, and only came out to save the world after the living people were about to die? What's the use of me asking for that unreliable Buddha?! ”

Ma Liang kicked away the sluggish executioner and snatched the big knife in his hand, under the huge force that erupted at this moment, the executioner only felt that he had been hit by a speeding carriage, and couldn't help but stumble back a few steps, and finally sat on the ground with his butt and looked at Ma Liang who was as hideous as an evil demon in horror.

The broadsword was raised, and after using all its strength, it fell, and in the roar of Ma Liang, a head flew up, rolled to the ground, and finally landed on the hand of the old monk.

Right in front of the old monk, the corpse that had lost its head fell to the ground and spewed bright red blood, and the splash of blood sprayed the old monk's face, making him finally regain consciousness and let out a frightened scream.

Ma Liang's deformed right hand grabbed the big knife tightly, the knife rose and fell, and several heads fell to the ground, and finally the old monk was already stained red with blood, looking hideous and abnormal, and the mo-like appearance of the monk suddenly became a demon.

Ma Liang kicked over the big box beside him, lifted the collar of the old monk and shouted: "They don't want this kind of inexplicable god!" ”

As the box toppled over, the shiny silver fell into a pool of blood and rolled to the ground, with a crisp sound.

The blood-stained silver reflected the sunlight and dazzled people.

"If you want to purify the world, let's see what they choose!"

As he spoke, he threw the trembling monk into a pool of blood and said to the horrified crowd, "If anyone believes in something inexplicable, just carry that monk away!" ”

"The rest of the people, the people who want to live, these things, all of them are yours!"

He kicked over the silver piled up and let them fall into the crowd: "Those who can't live, take the money, follow me, I can let you live!" ”

In the silence, there were only the voices of countless people gasping, and their eyes were clutched at the blood-stained silver, and they could no longer take their eyes off.

Finally a little beggar cowered into the field and picked up a piece of silver.

In the next moment, the crowd collapsed, everyone rushed into the middle, snatching the silver on the ground, and the monk whose face was stained with blood was drowned in the crowd, and no one paid attention to him anymore, and the messy feet stepped on him, and everyone scrambled to grab the blood-stained silver on the ground.

Ma Liang stumbled out of the crowd, gasping for breath with difficulty, his body was stained with blood, and the big knife in his hand was still dripping with scarlet liquid, but the overly forceful palm couldn't even let go of the handle.

Seeing Liang Chengcheng, who had been waiting for him for a long time outside the crowd, Ma Liang smiled much better than crying.

His voice trembled, as if crying: "I made it." ”

Justice grabbed his hand, broke his fingers one by one, threw the big knife on the ground, and stuffed half of the fruit he had gnawed: "Reward you, give you apples." ”

Ma Liang raised his trembling hand with difficulty and took a bite of the mutilated apple, but he was almost choked by the apple, and Ma Liang, who was so red in the face that he was red, finally spit out the apple stuck in his throat, and his face was covered with snot and tears.

Choked up, he squatted on the ground, like the child curled up in the corner back then, and asked uneasily: "Brother justice, you say, is it right for me to do this?" ”

Liang Chengcheng looked down at Ma Liang, his expression was indifferent, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, it's not important to me." ”

"Really?" Ma Liang laughed, and after a long time, he wiped his face clean with the blood-stained sleeves. Got up from the ground and whispered to himself, "But I know, I'm right." ”

"I'm on the right path." He took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes lit up with an inextinguishable light, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Only I am right." ”

"Everything else is heretical!"

Beside him, Liang Chengcheng patted him on the shoulder silently, and smiled: "Since it's right, prove it to me, even if it's wrong, I'll give you full marks." ”

He happily cocked up his finger and whispered, "This is your privilege with me. ”

Not everyone can be like Peter Pan, who can never grow up and fly freely in their own innocent world.

Once a child grows up and loses his innocence and innocence, his wings will be covered with layers of dust, and he will never be able to fly again, nor will he be able to return to the country that leads to his dreams.

When they realize how heavy their dreams are, how many people will still hold that thing, clutch to the barbs of thorns, and refuse to let go even if they bleed?

Even if they don't have wings, some people are destined not to lose the direction of their dreams, they will step on thorns and move forward with blood and tears.

No matter what the cost, they will not stop, even if they die on this doomed road.

Ma Liang, go along your path, it doesn't matter if you cry while you're still in pain, and if you fall in the mud, you have to get up again and move towards the finish line.

One day, I will put your crown on you at the end of the road, and all will prostrate themselves under you and make you king!。