Looking at the palm that was getting closer and closer to his head, Shakyamuni's pupils dilated, and his eyes were full of reflections of the palm.

Didn't you say that I was the reincarnation of the Buddha?

Didn't you say you had a relationship with me?

Didn't you say that I helped you, and there will be thick and thin in the future?

Although I didn't figure out anything for you, I helped you because of your identity.

But...... Can't you take revenge like this?

So..... What's going on now?

This legendary Great Virtue Patriarch, what kind of mechanical Buddha is he really as he said?

But..... The mechanical Buddha clan is also a Buddha clan, right?

Buddhist ..... Shouldn't it be the image of the great and righteous as it is recorded in the scriptures?

Why is there such a Buddha tribe who will take revenge?

Also, what does he mean when he just said that he is returning to the stage of history?

Why do you always feel that the real Buddha is not as beautiful as you imagined?

If that's the case..... What is the meaning of the Buddha of this despicable race, even if he is a Buddha?

Shakyamuni's heart went through confusion, struggle, numbness, and finally silence.

What Buddha is not a Buddha, just his own elm head, his own cultivation qualifications that are not even as good as pigs, where will be the reincarnation of the Buddha.

I was probably fooled by this monk and lost my mind.

If you are really the reincarnation of a Buddha, if you become a Buddha one day, then the first thing you have to do is to kill this kind of group that insults the word Buddha, right?

The last thought flashed, and the memories of half a lifetime flashed through my mind like a marquee.

Shakyamuni closed his eyes and waited for the final death to come.

The enemy in front of him was not at all what he could resist.

He could feel the terrifying oppression of an ant against a giant.

The gap between the two is unreasonable, and in the face of such an opponent, he doesn't even have a chance to struggle.

It is easier for the other party to shoot him to death than to crush an ant to death - after all, the ant is so small, and the accuracy of this operation is easier than that of a person as big as him.

It's just that......

Something seems wrong.

Obviously he has closed his eyes and waited for death, obviously it feels like a long, long time has passed, why hasn't that hand been patted yet?

Could it be that the other party has temporarily changed his mind?

No!

No!

The killing intent that this monk showed just now didn't look like a fake at all.

So..... Is it really like the legend that before people die, their thinking will be constantly accelerated and faster.

In just a moment, you can completely remember a lifetime.

Because thinking is faster, time is faster.

I feel that a long time has passed, but in fact, the real time is still only stuck in the moment when I closed my eyes and waited for death.

So..... That hand didn't shoot it down?

Thinking so, Shakyamuni struggled, cautiously..... He opened his eyes and glanced at the palm above his head.

Really.....

The fact that the hand was not withdrawn proves that the owner of the hand was not prepared to let him go.

It's just that the hand didn't continue to fall, time seemed to stand still, and the hand was frozen there, no longer falling for half a minute, but it brought him great pressure.

So.....

Sure enough, as I guessed, before dying, people's consciousness and thinking were infinitely elongated, and it was obviously just a thought of time, but only a moment passed, but the consciousness level seemed to have passed for a long, long time.

In this case......

Coming to this conclusion, Shakyamuni couldn't help but start praying a little secretly in his heart.

If that's the case, let the thoughts stretch a little longer.

If that's the case, how good would it be if time just freezes in one moment and never proceeds to the next?

He is not afraid of death, and even before he has chosen to close his eyes and wait for death.

It's just that......

As the saying goes, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

When a person knows that death cannot be escaped, he will face it calmly.

But..... When the expected death did not come, the apprehension and struggle of waiting for death would exhaust his courage little by little.

In the end, that kind of calmness about death will turn into apprehension, into uneasiness, into ..... A strong desire to survive.

Just like many death row prisoners, before being executed, they are numb, and rarely cry out for forgiveness, because the posture will die, and they can face death head-on.

But if the execution was carried out by a newcomer, plus a malfunctioning gun.

Put a few empty guns in a row, and then shoot the machine guns when you are nervous.

I felt the feeling of grinding with death with every gunshot, felt the strong wind brought by the bullets flying over my head, and felt the heat of the bullets scraping against my scalp.

So..... No matter how great courage is, it will eventually be exhausted in this torture.

No matter how calm you are, you may end up crying with fright, or begging for mercy...... Either ask for immediate death.

And now .... Shakyamuni knew that it was useless to beg for mercy, and the idea of seeing immediate death did not seem realistic.

After all..... Consciousness is something that does not change at the request of the individual.

So..... Shakyamuni suddenly began to have an incomparably extravagant hope that time would be able to stay at this moment.

Or rather..... Let his consciousness be infinitely stretched in this moment, stretched to become eternal.

In that way, although the future is unpredictable, he has endless time to recall the past, and recalls everything in the past like watching a movie, scene by scene, frame by frame.

Even, on the basis of the past, it is possible to conceive of countless possible futures in one's consciousness.

In this way, another kind of immortality can also be achieved.

Eternal life.

What a distant word for a cultivator with ordinary qualifications like himself who doesn't even know if he can step into the Sendai Realm in this life.

And now, I have touched the opportunity of eternal life in another form.

Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but want to say secretly in my heart: It's so good!

..... on the side

Looking at Shakyamuni, who was standing motionless under the old monk's slap and didn't know what he was thinking, Su Han's eyes showed a little doubt and self-doubt.

What's the situation?

Why didn't you move?

I turned up the skill list again and checked it.,That's right-the Seven Forbidden Souls are indeed single skills.。

The object of his performance just now is indeed the self-proclaimed Patriarch of the Mechanical Buddha Clan.

This can be directly proved from the abrupt palm movements of his hands and the weakening brilliance in his eyes.

So..... This little monk stood under the slap of the old monk, looking like he had also been suppressed by the three souls, imprisoned his spirit, and fell into a state of pseudo-great silence that he could only think about..... What the hell is it?

There's a problem with the introduction of skills.,Actually, the Seven Forbidden Souls is a group attack skill?

That little monk named Shakyamuni's realm is too weak and has been affected by skills?

No way..... Although his skill tree is a little unreliable in terms of skills.

But it's definitely not unreliable in this regard.

So..... Could it be that this little monk has been destroyed by the old monk's slap before he made a move?

Something like a zombie that eats your brain?

In this case.... I wasted a skill, and I knocked a bunch of pills to make up for the side effects of that skill that hurt the enemy by one thousand and self-damage and eight hundred..... What's the point?

"The ......"

Wondering and doubting, Su Han felt.... It's better to ask yourself.

Though..... The two monks in front of him behaved the same, which made people very suspicious that they had accidentally been poisoned by him.

Facts have proved that once people's thoughts fly unlimitedly, the speed of thinking is a kind of existence that far exceeds the limit of time.

In just a short period of time, Shakyamuni, who thought that he had fallen into a state where his consciousness before death was infinitely elongated, had already recalled seven times of his previous life memorabilia, and then started to imagine his life for the future five hundred times.

At the time of Shakyamuni's 501st yy achievement, becoming the ancestor of all Buddhas, uprooting the Buddha race, establishing a real Buddhism, and accepting thousands of disciples.

Ear..... Suddenly, a distant voice was heard.

Consciously, I subconsciously looked around.

Didn't see anyone.

Moreover, although these characters in their consciousness who are imagined by themselves will also shout 666 one by one, they will also wave their flags and shout for themselves, singing praises of virtue.

But it was a completely different feeling from reality.

And the voice just now always gave him the feeling that in reality, someone was standing behind him, or beside him, or in front of him, or somewhere else, talking to him.

So..... This feeling is ......

Consciousness is once again withdrawn from the wild dog-like fantasies that transcend time.

When I looked up, the hand above my head was still there.

So, did your expectations come true?

Is time really frozen in the moment before one's death, and consciousness gains another sense of eternity?

But...... If that's the case, then what's going on with the sound just now?

"You..... Don't you think about getting out of the way of this hand that almost killed you?"

He didn't notice it at first, but it wasn't until he saw the pupils in the two eyes of the little monk under that hand move imperceptibly again, that Su Han could finally be sure.

This little monk did not fall for his own skills, nor was he affected by his own skills.

So..... Theoretically, he should be fine, it should be..... Completely able to move freely.

So..... What the hell is he standing there motionless for a long time, like a living dead?

Scare?

The touch of porcelain with new routines?

Thinking of this, Su Han's heart couldn't help but feel angry for a while.

Almost!

He almost made it to the porcelain!

If it weren't for the absolute confidence in his skills, he would have almost believed that he was affected by his skills.

If you hadn't tried it yourself, if you hadn't found a blind spot.....

If you are really successful, you are so kind, great, upright, and selfless..... The 100,000 words are omitted here, and the character of a good boy in the new era who combines hundreds of millions of virtues, even if he is stripped from the influence of skills and let him recover.

Out of that damn guilt, you'll give him some compensation, right?

So..... What about trust between people?

He was kind enough to save him, and he actually wanted to touch himself.

What is the difference between this and some old immortals who are sent to the hospital by well-wishers, only to bite back and take revenge on others for a sum of money?

In the long run, who will dare to do good deeds?

This ethos ..... Absolutely!

Just when Su Han was thinking about whether to rely on his own medicine, and the special effects brought by skill alchemy could just make up for the disadvantages of the Seven Forbidden Soul Sealing Injuries to the enemy by injuring one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, he would give this little monk a little one more time and let him know the consequences of touching himself.

In front of him, the little monk who stood under the old monk's slap..... Moved.

He turned his head with a stiff neck, and after seeing and seeing the face of Su Han, the person who was talking behind him, obvious surprise and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Yo.... Don't slander anyone?"

Seeing that the little monk had a new movement and was no longer killed there, Su Han sneered.

The little monk blinked cutely, and there was some innocence in his tone.

"I'm ..... Are you alright?"

Su Han sneered, "How do I know if you have anything to do, you don't know your own body?"

Shakyamuni glanced back at the great master who was frozen there, like a sculpture, and looked at the figure that was fading in his eyes.

He looked down at himself again, and saw that he was unharmed.

He turned his head again and looked at Su Han, his face full of disbelief.

"You..... You saved me?"

"If you mean him, yes. ”

Su Han pointed at the old monk and said in a not very friendly tone.

Do you know I saved you?

Ungrateful and vengeful guy, I saved you, and you want to touch my porcelain?

Although his family is very rich, he doesn't care about this money, he goes to the street every day to help the old lady, and even hits the old lady on the street every day, and he is not afraid of losing his family for a hundred, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, and may even accumulate more and more.

But..... If you do a good deed and are blackmailed inexplicably, you are naturally unhappy in your heart.

Su Shizi is magnanimous, and he can support ten aircraft carriers in his belly.

Since the other party has given up touching porcelain, it is naturally not good to give him a soul sealing seven prohibitions, beat, untie, beat again, seal again, beat again, untie again, and beat again.

But you did this kind of thing, and I have a bad attitude towards you..... Right?

Well..... He is really magnanimous, and he can support a hundred aircraft carriers in his stomach!

secretly praised himself in his heart, but Su Han saw Shakyamuni on the other side breathe a sigh of relief, and made a sudden realization.

Still suddenly realized, do you think that if you do it now, I will forgive you?

Tell you, I will never forgive you who blackmailed me when I was saved and wanted to take revenge.

Unless you give me a skill book!

Hum!

Just when Su Han was arrogant in his heart, Sakyamuni, who understood the truth of the matter, looked at Su Han with a little shame on his face.

Still ashamed?

If shame is to be useful, there will not be so many old people who don't repair porcelain as long as they don't die as long as they don't die.

"That..... Thank you, I just ..... I just saw that hand stop there, and I thought I was going to die, and my consciousness fell into the last long memory state before I died.

Isn't it a legend that before people die, their consciousness will be constantly replayed in their minds like a marquee......

Su Han: "......"

Looking at Shakyamuni's embarrassed and polite apologetic expression, the expression on Su Han's face with three points of ridicule, three points of scorn, three points of arrogance and one point of disguise changed slightly.

What does he mean?

What does he mean that he didn't even have the idea of touching himself?

Completely self-inflicted?

Why is he?

Why wouldn't he want to touch himself?

He is so rich, he is such a tyrant, and he has such status and status.

Why didn't he take advantage of the porcelain?

He saved him, and he looked down on himself so much?

He's revenge!

Right!

That's right, looking down on himself is revenge, and he can't be forgiven even more than he wants to touch himself.

That is, he is magnanimous, he can support a thousand aircraft carriers in his belly, and he doesn't care about it in general.

Otherwise, if he changes to another rich second generation, his mother will definitely not recognize him.

Wrong..... He doesn't seem to have a mother.

So..... If you seal the soul seven forbidden, do you want to give him a shot?