"What are you looking at me for?" The good-eyed monk was unconscious: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with wine!" The people of my Dajue Temple still can't handle two Tuxing grandchildren? ”

Lei Greed was very distressed when he heard that his uncle was so unreliable. In terms of IQ, he once deceived Zhang Xiaofo, but that doesn't mean that Zhang Xiaofo is easy to deceive, and he didn't deceive him in the end; In terms of force, he has not forgotten how Zhang Xiaofo perfectly interprets the Buddha's hand. When he was in a dilemma, he found that his uncle had made a move.

The monk's robe flies, the good-eyed monk wears a fluttering robe, his feet do not touch the ground, he walks in the air, and the Sanskrit sound falls from the sky......

The infinitely stretched robe made the good-eyed monk look a lot more inflated, and he had the immortal aura of a divine stick.

"It's not good, uncle, I can't help it!" Seeing this, Lei Greedy Fire was very anxious, so he could only persuade first: "You guys go quickly!" Otherwise, it's too late! ”

"Little Buddha, what about the hard stubble!" Although Chen Ran was nervous, he still lit a cigarette in his mouth, but he couldn't catch fire several times because of his nervousness...... Suddenly, a slender hand covered with dark wounds took hold of him and helped him light his cigarette.

Chen Ran said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous!" ”

"You're welcome!" Zhang Xiaofo withdrew his hand and faced the good eyes.

The dagger Su Xi had been lost in the urban village, and now Zhang Xiaofo didn't have anything in his hand that could be called a weapon.

The kind-eyed monk opposite, with apricot eyes half-open, compassion for all sentient beings, compassion and serenity all around, if ordinary people see it, it is difficult to raise a little resistance to the mind.

Chen Ran and Zhang Xiaofo were also uncomfortable, on the one hand, they wanted to bow down to the good-eyed monk, and on the other hand, they were resisting their sense of humility...... The two of them swayed, their minds became more and more stiff, and their knees were slightly bent...... They know that if the knee is really bent, it's over......

Watching Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran staggering in a cold sweat, their half-open eyes revealed contempt - but that's it!

Lei was in a hurry, and shouted at his Buddha-like uncle: "The Buddhas need Zhang Xiaofo to live!" ”

As soon as Lei Greed finished shouting, he felt that Uncle Shi seemed to look at him. That glance made him sweat. How did he forget? Dajue Temple advocates quiet and inaction, the four are empty, especially the monk who has a high level of cultivation who has borne the fruit of the Bodhisattva, in their eyes life is dispensable, all beings are equal, and human life is not much more noble than a fallen leaf. Lei Greedy has not been able to improve to the next level, that is, he can't really let go of himself. The monks who have attained the fruit will not be bound by feelings, nor will they be driven by interests, and the only thing that can make them obey is strength, the more powerful Buddha fruit.

Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran are equivalent to bare hands, and they are completely like two children in front of the good-eyed monk.

"It seems that the monks are not the same as the legend!" Chen Ran smiled bitterly.

"How is it different?" Zhang Xiaofo answered.

The two used this as a distraction.

"Isn't it all about saving the suffering in the legends? Look at this bald posture now, it looks like it's going to kill us! ”

"It's Guanyin who saves the suffering, maybe the method of cultivation is different!" Zhang Xiaofo stretched out his hands forward, his fingers slender and smart, flying up and down, deducing a perfect arc...... Although it is only the size of a small palm, it is difficult to ignore the mystery of the extreme perfection......

"Great Thunder Seal?" The good-eyed monk was full of disdain: "You want to use the Great Thunder Seal against me?" I'm not a monster! ”

Zhang Xiaofo did not waver at all because of the words of the good-eyed monk, and the imprint in his hand became faster and faster: "It turned out to be a big thunder seal, and I knew the name!" ”

Because of the killing thoughts, the original treasure was solemn and added an evil spirit, and behind the mercy turned out to be hideous.

Zhang Xiaofo's Buddha seal disappeared before it began.

The chanting of good eyes is also getting faster and faster, and behind every note of mercy there is a murderous intention.

The overwhelming Sanskrit sound, like a treasure umbrella, covers Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran, and there seems to be a celestial maiden flying and circling because of the chanting of the Buddha's wonderful voice...... People get drunk to death without realizing it......

Zhang Xiaofo finally couldn't support it, and his right hand was propped up on the ground......

"My Buddha is compassionate, you quickly let go of the obsession in your heart, and follow me to the Western Bli......ss" Shanmu was very satisfied with the effect, in front of his white Buddha's voice, it seemed that there was no one who could escape.

Zhang Xiaofo glanced at Chen Ran and found that he was kneeling on the ground, tilting his head, obsessively looking at the illusion in the air, and blood flowed out of the tangram.

An unwilling anger made Zhang Xiaofo's eyes split......

"Uncle Shi, they can't hold it anymore. The Buddhas don't want crazy people! Lei Greedy had nothing to do on the side, so he could only persuade again and again.

"Humph! If they are just abolished, then it is necessary to go to Dajue Temple! "Good eyes are still unrelenting. The Sanskrit sound has not stopped, and I don't know where the sound of the good eyes is.

Just when Shanmu was distracted and Lei Greedy Fire was talking, a string of black runes from Zhang Xiaofo's right hand spread out radioactively on the ground......

And all this happened when Zhang Xiaofo was unconscious.

"What's going on?" The good-eyed monk who came back to his senses frowned: "This Zhang Xiaofo has a lot of tricks!" ”

"Uncle Shanmu will stop here!" Lei Greedy became stronger: "Zhang Xiaofo is from the Wu clan!" ”

"Witches?" Shanmu repeated: "I remember that your dead ghost master seems to be also a member of the Wu Clan!" ”

"Yes!" Although Lei Greed was beating a drum in his heart, he let it go: "Before coming, the master explained that Zhang Xiaofo must be kept alive!" ”

"Humph! If I say no! The good eyes and eyebrows were upside down, and the extremely good face suddenly became as ugly as a demon. Rao has seen the thunder greed many times, and he can't bear to beat a few times in his heart.

"Go and explain it to Master yourself!" Lei greedy fire blocked in front of Zhang Xiaofo.

“……”

The two confronted each other.

Suddenly, the good-eyed monk relented, returned to his original state, and walked away: "You owe me a personal favor, there is no next time!" ”

Lei Greedy Huo breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned when he looked back.

Zhang Xiaofo was wrapped in strings of black runes, and the runes kept turning, like black silkworm cocoons......

Lei Greedy couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Stop!"

Lei Greedy retracted his hand and saluted the visitor: "Master! ”

"Hmm!" A delicate young monk came into view.

Lei Greed breathed a sigh of relief, he wondered why Uncle Shanmu was so good at talking, and before leaving, he asked himself for favors, it turned out that those words were all said to the master.

The young monk didn't say anything, but walked to Zhang Xiaofo's black cocoon and tapped it lightly with his hand. The black bars were drawn like crazy, wrapped around the monk's arm.

"Master!" Lei Greedy was startled and cried out in worry.

The young monk waved his remaining hand to indicate that he was fine.