As the wall of swastika flew up, all the attacks seemed to be pulled and slammed into the swastika in a twist.

The swastika disappeared in an instant, and those attacks disappeared into the air along with the swastika symbol, without a sound, without a trace of force, not at all like the strong force and force hitting each other, but more like those forces were swallowed by the sponge of the swastika symbol.

However, none of those guys on the other side are good at stubble, and all the means on the surface have been eaten, and there is still an undercurrent hidden in the secret.

At this time, the bluestone under the feet of the sad-looking monk suddenly cracked, and a snake-like thunderbolt burst out of the ground, and slammed into the monk's chest with a click.

The monk's body flew upside down like a defeat, and slammed into the green jade throne.

At this time, the monk was running up and down the electric current, flickering endlessly, and the crackling electric shocks came and went, as if the monk had touched the current of tens of millions of volts, and was also caught by the current, and the electric shock did not stop until he was shocked into dust.

The monk's robe on the monk's body was full of holes in an instant, and the huge electric shock caused the monk's robe to fly away in the air like velvet.

Zhou Jiaojiao in the Twelve Pillars showed a faint smile on her face, behind her were two young women and a frost-white old woman, at this time, the old woman's body one by one Gang Qi came out of her body, gathered into a crutch in her hand, the skinny crutch tip pierced deep into the ground, faintly you can see that there is Gang Qi swimming in the crutch, turning into electricity and burrowing into the ground.

Behind these people, there was a wet teenager, who was growing his mouth at this time, looking at the scene in disbelief.

The young man never thought that there were really immortals in this world, and there was really this kind of immortal Taoism that seemed to be extremely mysterious, and the young man's world suddenly became infinitely wide, and the world world became infinitely new.

The wet young man was suddenly stunned, he saw the mad monk on the green jade throne look at him, although he was hiding in the pitch black darkness, although he hid behind a huge dragon column, the mad monk seemed to see him, even approached him, came to his side, reached out and gently stroked his head.

Then the boy felt that his head was a little itchy, and when he reached out and touched it, the thick hair on the top of his head fell off one by one, and he wiped it indiscriminately, and the boy was shocked to realize that he had become bald.

The boy was so frightened that he almost cried, and even if the sixteen-year-old who did evil in the village was strong-minded, he was not necessarily really strong there, and sometimes he had to wipe his nose and tears, such as when he missed his father and mother.

At this time, the white jade door that had been hidden suddenly opened.

A person walked out from behind the white jade door, this person was slender and slightly thin, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, the skin on his face was extremely white, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses was a pair of pale blue pupils, which became deeper and deeper under the reflection of the surrounding firelight.

"Thank you to the Crazy Arhat for helping me stop them, and I won't bother the Arhat about the rest of the matter. ”

Hearing these two words, the immortal cultivators around him were all shocked, and their faces showed shocked expressions, and then they looked up and down again at this crazy monk, who dared to be called an arhat, they were all in the Buddhist family, and they were by no means comparable to them, and the distance between them and the arhats was like the distance between mortals and them.

Fortunately, I didn't directly attack this crazy monk just now.

"It's over so soon?" the mad monk showed a look of unfinished business, stretched out his hand and grabbed it on his back, stood up from the green jade throne, jumped off the throne, and reached out and gently patted the sad-looking monk who was constantly being struck by the electric current.

This light pat, like a slap of dust, scattered the electricity on the monk with a sad face, and said with a smile: "Sinister, go, I'll take you to see your little junior brother." ”

This sad-faced monk is called sinister, how can there be such a name?

The sinister monk was quite embarrassed at this time, and the monk's robe on his body turned into ashes, revealing a black and naked body, which was not enough to be embarrassed, and this sinister monk was not injured at all, and he looked like he had nothing to do.

The sinister side was not afraid of the eyes of others, and calmly followed behind the mad Arhat with his bare buttocks, and walked straight through the Twelve Pillar Stones, a cadre and others, and walked towards a dragon pillar behind them.

There was no awareness that the two of them had ever been hostile, and that he had even killed the other two, as if nothing had ever happened.

Just walked by calmly and disregarded, and it seemed that the surrounding immortal cultivators were like dust on the table, which could be wiped off at will.

The two monks walked towards the Panlong pillar, and after understanding that the two monks were coming towards him, Long Aotian screamed, turned his head and ran.

However, no matter how wild his legs ran, he could only run back and forth in square inches, and he couldn't run a meter away at all, all his efforts were in vain, and even looked a little funny, like a clown who was pulled by the collar and his feet hung in the air.

The crazy Arhat walked up to Long Aotian and looked at Long Aotian with a smile.

Long Aotian was so frightened that he shouted: "I don't want to be a monk, I still want to marry Cao Ni, I don't want to be a monk......"

The monk smiled tolerantly and said: "Don't worry, you can also marry a wife and have children when you become a monk, don't hinder it, don't hinder it, I know at first sight that you are a member of Buddhism." ”

Long Aotian once thought that he might one day pick up garbage, thought about going into the city to live in a big house, thought about his own good food and wine, thought about being beaten to death, but never thought about being a monk, let alone a monk who could marry a wife, it sounds like a crooked way.

Long Aotian couldn't stop running hard with his legs, and at this time he finally seemed to understand that he couldn't run at all, and there was no need to waste his strength, so he stopped, panting and looking at the mad monk and the sorrowful monk in front of him with a cautious and cautious face.

At this time, Long Aotian suddenly remembered the legend about the deep well, among the legends, there was such a crazy monk, it seems that the legend about the deep well is true.

"Are you the crazy monk in the legend? No, no, that monk is a matter of the Ming Dynasty, it has been hundreds of years ago, how can you still be alive?"

When the mad Arhat heard this, he couldn't help but smile and asked curiously, "What does the legend say about me?"

Long Aotian told the story of the queen who knew how to go to the well to fish for mud and win a wife, this story is basically well-known in Caojia Village, and anyone can tell the last paragraph without stumbling.

When the sad-looking monk heard that Housheng had robbed his wife and went back to call his friends to call the flowers and candles in the cave room, the flesh at the corner of his face jerked violently, and a dark spot began to appear on his face, followed by bursts of foul odor emanating from him.

Long Aotian, who was standing opposite the monk, suddenly widened his eyes, and his pupils contracted rapidly, because he saw that the monk's face with a sad face was full of hideous fierceness, completely turned into pitch black, and there were earthworm-like wriggling everywhere on it. It looks like a demon has come out of hell.

Streams of dead anger and resentment surged out of the monk's body.

Seeing this, the mad monk suddenly opened his mouth and whispered the word 'live', and as the word "live" spit out, it exploded in the air, and a violent wind swept through the sinister monk who was about to turn into a ghost, and in an instant, it blew away his hideous and lifeless resentment.

At this time, the sinister monk had returned to normal, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, looking like he had palpitations.

The crazy monk was not so crazy at this time, and said: "Sinister, the day before yesterday you thought that you had completely detached yourself and could enter the path of Buddhahood, and today you only heard others tell about the past, and you fell into the hell again and turned into a fierce ghost, more than 400 years have passed, you still remember it, and now you know how deep your obsession is, right?"

Sinister was silent.

Long Aotian looked sinister with a look of surprise.

The crazy Arhat spoke: "The bastard second-rate son you said about losing his wife is your sinister senior brother. ”

Long Aotian's eyes were suddenly stunned, you must know that Lu Dao, the bastard who bet on his wife and then lost his wife, has always been the object of ridicule and ridicule in Cao Village.

This is the first story that the old people tell when they educate their children, because of the existence of this bastard second-rate child, there is no gambling atmosphere in the village, everyone is unwilling to bet, and there is no gambling.

The young people in the village got together, and from time to time they had to mock the bastard second-rate son who lost his wife, but he didn't expect that today's negative teaching material would stand in front of him.

The Crazy Arhat spoke: "Things are not as simple as the legend says. The seven or eight drunkards who made a bet to go up the mountain together were all in league with the descendant who knew how to water, and they set up this game together for the purpose of usurping the sinister vulgar wife, and the latter went into the water with an altar, which was filled with air, and after he went into the water, he lurked on the edge of the well, and maintained his life by the oxygen in the wine jar. ”

"The diving time was about the same, and when the afterlife was about to be overwhelmed, several accomplices on the shore began to say that the afterlife had drowned and brought the danger down the mountain. ”

"Then the latter crawled out of the well, dug up a pile of mud, soaked it in well water, ran down the path to the waist, pretending to be the illusion that he had just climbed up from the bottom of the mountain, inside and out, this is a bureau, and the human heart is sinister!"

The words of the mad arhat made Long Aotian pause, he had actually experienced such a sinister human heart not long ago.

Those villagers knew that he was short of money, so they spread the word that there was a treasure under the well and could be exchanged for a lot of money, so that he didn't want to jump into the well and drown himself alive.

Long Aotian then frowned and said, "Since this is a trap, why do you want to watch your wife being taken over?"

The sinister sighed slightly: "At that time, I was already stunned, where can I still discern the truth? At that time, I felt that I had lost my wife, and I was bent on death, so I ran back to the mountain and jumped into the well, I couldn't swim, so I was naturally drowned in this well." ”

Long Aotian's hairs stood on end when he heard this, "Dead, dead, dead?"