After saying this, the little monk of Zen no longer paid attention to Guo Dacheng and the others, but turned around, groped out a demon-slaying pestle from his body, and slowly walked towards the man with a hooked nose. 【擺\|渡\|search\|classic\|small\|say\|free\|fee\|down\|upload\|small\|say】

Before he got close, the man with the hooked nose had already felt that the little monk of Zen was walking towards him, and his face could not help but have some small doubts and puzzles, he looked up and down at the little monk of Zen heart, and there was obviously a trace of touch on his face, when Zen heart was still four or five steps away from him, the hooked nose finally spoke, and said coldly: "Little monk, although you are the reincarnation of a high monk, but your wisdom has not been opened, with your current Buddhist cultivation, you are not the opponent of the old man at all, are you not afraid of death?" ”

The little monk of Zen Heart held the demon pestle in his hand, his face was not sad or happy, and he blurted out: "Always get along, life and death successively, life and death, life and death, like a wheel of fire, without rest." What is the little monk afraid of? But you are a donor, and you have done such a thing, and you will go to the Infernal Hell after you die, you should be very afraid of death, right? ”

Eagle Hook Nose sneered, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and as if he was juggling, he took out a master knife from his body, which was a short brass sword, the blade was very blunt, the tip was oval, and the handle was strung with copper coins or small iron rings, and the shape was quite strange. The form is between a magic sword and a kitchen knife, and it is engraved with the holy name of Taishang Laojun.

This master knife is short and concise, not only can kill people but also restrain evil things, the knife body has a layer of rich evil aura lingering, cut on the body of the person is not only the body can not bear, even the soul will be damaged, and even the soul will be scattered, can take out this kind of yin damage magic weapon, it proves that this person is vicious, bad to the extreme, after killing the person, even his soul can not rest in peace.

Here the little monk of Zen heart has already blessed the demon pestle in his hand with his mental power, this demon pestle is the vajra demon pestle, Tibetan transliteration Puba pestle, also known as karma pestle, is a kind of magic weapon in Tibetan Buddhism, originally also belonged to a kind of ancient Indian weapon, and is now cited as one of the magic weapons by Buddhism. One end of it is the shape of a vajra, the other end is a three-edged shape with a point, and there are three Buddha statue heads as handles in the middle section, one is a laughing form, one is an angry shape, and one is a scolding shape. This ritual weapon is usually used by the Buddhist Tantric Cultivation Method to subdue demons and grudges, indicating that it has powerful mana.

The little monk of Zen heart is the reincarnation of a monk, and he does not know how many lifetimes of Buddhist cultivation he has accumulated, although he has not opened his wisdom, but the foundation is deep, this demon pestle is held in his hand, and the three Buddha statues in the middle seem to be alive, and there is a steady stream of Buddha light from the demon pestle to excite it, shrouding the little monk of Zen heart in a faint golden halo.

The first thing to attack was the hooked nose, when the little monk of Zen heart had just applied his mental power to the demon pestle, the hooked nose slashed down on the head of the little monk of Zen with his sword.

I don't know how much blood this master knife has drunk, the evil spirit is very heavy, and the cultivation of this eagle hook nose is profound, and its spiritual power is also infused into this master knife, as soon as it is waved, it is a black gas, only one moment to break through the golden halo supported by the little monk of Zen heart with the demon pestle, the little monk of Zen heart flashed slightly, dodged the master knife, almost against his nose and crossed it, from the master knife came a cold feeling, so that the little monk of Zen heart so favored and not surprised people could not help but be scared out of a cold sweat. One