[Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. Chen Junjie grabbed Yuan Wenyao, who was full of anger, and shook his head slightly to signal her not to be impulsive. After she looked at herself with an inquiring look, he explained, "This old bald head in front of you is not the one we have seen in the Taiyi faction. ”

Yuan Wenyao didn't show too much surprise. Although she didn't understand much of the words of the monk who didn't have a chance to play meditation, she also heard the hidden mystery in those words.

Chen Junjie also opened his mouth twice to ask the monk who had no chance to "call him out". That he was referring to the undestined monk who had appeared in the Taiyi sect and whose deity was an asura clan.

Chen Junjie couldn't figure out what the real monk and the other head were related. But he was sure that there was a great connection between the two, and it was not difficult to see that the Lord seemed to be intent on favoring the other.

Not only that, judging from Hu Han's performance, he is also an insider. Including his wife and children are of the Asura clan, obviously he also knows it.

After a while, Hu Han led a bald monk with a monk's robe to protect his face. Judging from the monk's body and footsteps, it is obvious that he has been banned.

Chen Junjie's eyes narrowed slightly, and the black thunder mark on his forehead flashed twice, and he suddenly saw that the monk himself who was following Hu Han was an Asura clan.

"Amitabha!" The monk clasped his hands together and shouted to greet the two people who had just walked out of the gatehouse.

Suddenly, the monk stretched out his arms, and the golden robe flew up like a drum without wind.

I saw that the golden robe was spinning at high speed in the air and rising in the wind, emitting a golden Buddha light like a substance to cover the monks who followed behind Hu Han.

In a second, the monk dodged and rushed towards the monk.

The golden robe fell, enveloping the monk and the monk at the same time.

Hu Han shouted, "Master", and reached out to pull the golden robe, but was shocked and retreated several steps.

"What is the old bald head playing?" asked Yuan Wenyao with affection and puzzlement.

Chen Junjie shook his head blankly, "I don't know." ”

Just when everyone was puzzled, Hu Han, who was shocked back, suddenly knelt down with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, Furensong and the Arhats of the Eighteen Protectors Temple all knelt heavily on the ground. Their faces were full of grief and sadness.

"Amitabha. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Senior Brother Wuhua, the heavy responsibility of Pudu sentient beings has been handed over to you. ”

The golden robe fell to the ground gently, and the figure of the monk and the monk was no longer visible. But the last words of the monk were spread in the air like a flood of bells.

When he heard this, he felt compassion in his heart, and the person who was a little worse couldn't help but cry.

When!when!when......

Immediately afterwards, the bell rang in the Xiguang Temple, and one after another lasted for a long time. The birds in the mountains and forests near the temple are frightened and crying, and the beasts are roaring and wailing.

Hu Han, Fu Rensong and others couldn't kneel, and they couldn't stop crying from their hearts.

The Arhats of the Eighteen Guardian Temples flashed and moved, sat cross-legged around the golden robe of the unfortunate monk, and began to chant in a humming manner.

Feng Li suddenly said to Chen Junjie: "The master has passed away." ”

After a long time, after Hu Han bowed to the golden robe three times and bowed nine times, he picked up the robe with both hands and slowly walked towards the Wuhua monk.

The Wuhua monk held a nine-ring Zen staff in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and his lips turned at high speed, reciting obscure scriptures.

Hu Han knelt in front of the Wuhua monk, dragged the golden robe with both hands, and shouted, Uncle Shi hung his head and didn't raise it for a long time.

After another half hour or so, Monk Wuhua suddenly opened his eyes, ignored the existence of others, and trembled with both hands and took the golden robe and draped it over his body.

When! The Wuhua monk slammed the nine-ring Zen staff to the bluestone ground, "Amitabha." There is no robe, and the old Na changes the law to nothing. ”

After reciting the Arhat scriptures of the Eighteen Guardian Temple, they all jumped up, put their hands together and bowed to the Buddha Master Huawu, and shouted in unison: "Presidence!"

Their voices were incomparably loud, reverberating through the entire Xiguang Temple Territory Mountain Range.

The bell rang again in the monastery, and it rang nine hundred and eighty-one times.

Hua Wu Zen Master walked to Chen Junjie and the others with the nine-ring Zen staff. The Arhats of the Eighteen Temples followed in two teams.

At this moment, Hu Han suddenly shouted and moved, and slapped his palm on the forehead of his wife Lu Dingxiang, "Even if it is evil, it will be killed!"

"Dad!" Hu Haoqing, who was one-armed, suddenly turned pale as white as gray with fright, and knelt down with a plop.

The sudden change shocked the audience. The Zen Master was unmoved, and continued to walk towards Chen Junjie and the others with a calm face. And the Arhats of the Eighteen Protector Temples behind him were also unmoved.

Hu Han looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughed out two lines of tears, and touched the top of his son's head lovingly, "Tiger poison does not eat children." But thou hast done many wickednesses, and thou shalt not be kept. ”

As he spoke, his hand suddenly exerted force.

Chen Junjie's eyes froze, and the colorful wings behind him appeared, turning into a streamer and jumping towards Hu Han.

Between the lightning and flint, Chen Junjie slapped Hu Han out with a palm. Immediately afterwards, the Sky Devouring Sword Qingmang flashed and pierced into Hu Haoqing's heart.

Fu Rensong reacted extremely quickly, and with a loud shout, he brandished the Glaive Knife and slashed at Chen Junjie.

Chen Junjie shifted in a staggered step, avoiding Fu Rensong's head knife and kicking it away at the same time.

Furen snorted and flew out upside down, slamming into the plaque at the door. After landing on the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time, and he felt a huge pain as if the bones in his whole body were falling apart.

Everyone exclaimed again, and they all looked at Chen Junjie with a smile on his face.

Since Hu Han wants to kill his relatives in righteousness, why does Emperor Jie have to wade into this troubled water?

Isn't this stupid enough to ask for trouble?

Hu Han stabilized his figure, hurriedly jumped to Chen Junjie's side, looked at his son whose body was shriveled down, and exclaimed bitterly, "Son!" He knelt on the ground with a thud and pulled out the Sky Devouring Sword that was still inserted in Hu Haoqing's heart.

Chen Junjie smiled faintly and waved his hand to withdraw the Sky Devouring Sword, "If you want to avenge the murder of your son, you can come to me at any time." ”

Hu Han looked at Chen Junjie with teary eyes, and two words burst out from between his teeth, "Thank you!"

Huawu Zen Master flashed with the Buddha's name, and bowed deeply to Chen Junjie with his hands together, "Emperor Jie is merciful, Lao Na is grateful!"

The Arhats of the Eighteen Protector Temple also shouted the Buddha's name and bowed deeply to Chen Junjie.

The crowd was petrified again, and many people couldn't figure out why. Emperor Jie committed murder, and the monks even thanked him. Are you crazy?

Yuan Wenyao pursed her lips and sighed and muttered: "Parents, if they are not forced to be anxious, who can bear to kill their sons and daughters? ”

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

As the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat children. If Hu Han really killed his son in righteousness, it will leave an indelible psychological shadow.

Hu Han flew away in full view of everyone, holding the bodies of his wife and children.

Huawu Zen Master shouted the Buddha and invited everyone into the Daxiong Hall of Xiguang Temple.

Some people paid homage to the golden Buddha statue, but Chen Junjie looked at Feng Li on the side with a smile.

Master Huawu waited for a long time before he said in a shocking voice: "Senior Brother Wuyuan has passed away, and he will fall into hell forever with his sinful karma." ”

Chen Junjie said: "I've been upset listening to stories lately. Great monk, you make a long story short, I just want to know the point. ”

Zen Master Huawu nodded slightly, "Amitabha, this matter is a long story, we have to start from 100,000 years ago......"

Chen Junjie rolled his eyes directly, took out a mattress from the storage ring and lay down, "Yes, you can speak slowly." I'll get some sleep first. ”

Although the Zen master was unhappy, he didn't say anything. Continuing what I just said, I continued to explain the reason.

As early as 100,000 years ago, when the monk was crossing the catastrophe of life and death, he practiced a clone. That clone is the monk of the Asura clan who once appeared in the Taiyi faction.

The monk without fate is bent on good, but the doppelganger is bent on evil. But the strange thing is that the evil did not know why and deliberately became an asura.

No one knows the real reason, and the Zen Master is just boldly guessing that it is very likely that Evil Wuqi has taken the body of a certain Asura clan.

After the battle of the Taiyi faction, the evil had no chance to return to Xiguang Temple. The real monk of the Eighteen Protector Temples restrained him and banned him.

In the process of the battle, what Master Hua Wu said was very shocking and moving, but Chen Junjie was not interested in listening to it, so he directly omitted it. He was still muttering in his heart that 30,000 words could be saved here.

There is also the identity of the Lu Lilac Asura clan, which Hu Han already knew about hundreds of years ago. It's just that she remembered that she didn't do anything hurtful to heaven and reason, so she kept it secret and didn't admit it.

However, Hu Han informed the monk of the matter.

At that time, the monk only said, "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, if there is no great fault, then cross it." ”

Therefore, Hu Han has been traveling abroad and is reluctant to go home, and does not want to face his evil wife of a foreign race. As for Hu Haoqing, it is no different from his biological son, but this son is cruel by nature.

Hu Han had already moved the idea of killing his relatives and sons, but he had never been able to be ruthless. Today, if it weren't for the fact that the monk sacrificed himself and died with the evil clone, he would not have made up his mind to kill his wife and children.

Hu Haoqing can be described as a heinous crime, killing many innocent girls. Although Lu Dingxiang did not directly do evil, she committed murder by her son, and in Hu Han's opinion, her sin was greater than that of her son.

"That's it, it's okay, we have to go. Chen Junjie stretched his waist and sat up.

The purpose of his and Yuan Wenyao's trip was to miss the monk and Hu Han's wife and son. Now that they are all dead, the matter is settled satisfactorily, and there is no need for them to stay any longer.

"Emperor Jie, please stay, Feng has something to say. Feng Li shouted.

Chen Junjie glanced at Feng Li impatiently, "What kind of tirade do you want to make?" I'm really not interested in listening. As for the tragedy of the 100 people of the Taiyi faction, you can just make it clear yourself. ”

Feng Li dodged and stopped Chen Junjie, "Emperor Jie, the stakes are very high, and I hope Emperor Jie can stay." ”

"What is the tragedy of 100 people? The secret you are talking about?" Yuan Wenyao suddenly became interested.

Chen Junjie smiled bitterly and nodded, "Yes, it's the secret you have been asking." However, it doesn't have much to do with us, so don't listen. ”

Feng Li saw that Chen Junjie had made up his mind, and hurriedly said to the point: "The originator of my Taiyi faction, Taiyi Zhenren, is very likely to be an Asura clan!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Chen Junjie frowned, thought for a while, and said, "That thing is not an Asura clan. ”

Feng Li then said: "There is a forbidden place under the deep pool at the end of the Yingyue Creek in the back mountain of my Taiyi faction. The second and third generations of our ancestors died in that forbidden place. Uncle Taiyuan's body was also among them. My Taiyi faction was infiltrated by the Asura clan many years ago. ”

"What a shocking secret. Let's take a closer look. Chen Junjie suddenly became interested, and he had to pay attention to the Asura clan.