The diffuse demonic aura of the Nine Dead Silkworms, with the meaning of ominous and dull silence, the grass and trees wither and decay when touched, even if they are far away, they also give people a strong invisible pressure, like a layer of gloom covering the heart, lingering, and not dispersing.

Mo Qingge's eyes were slightly cold, and he stepped out diagonally, horizontally in front of the pale Li Yaohua and Jiang Qingyue, and with this step, a momentum suddenly pulled up, like a strong mountain and a tough wall, even if the pressure was like a tide, it was also immovable.

"Amitabha, the weight of the donor's murderous heart, the depth of the evil spirit is really rare in the life of a poor monk, the Nine Dead Silkworm Demon Sutra is too extremely cruel, contrary to the Heavenly Dao and the hearts of the people, people who have always cultivated are rare to have a good death, if possible, I hope that the donor can rein in the precipice, don't continue to practice this Demon Sutra. ”

He lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and spoke in a peaceful tone, showing the compassion of his family.

calmed the tumbling and boiling killing intent in his heart, and the Nine Dead Heavenly Silkworm Demon Qi that overflowed from his body slowly converged and closed, and entered Yan Bieli's body together with the wriggling illusory silkworm in the air.

With a jealous glance at the karma, through the temptation just now, Yan Bieli was already sure that the little monk in front of him with a little childish face was definitely above the Yang God, and nine times out of ten he was the master of heaven and man who could coexist with heaven and earth.

When the world of immortals and demons are not visible, the land immortals are hard to find, the master of heaven and man has been the world's first-class person, enter the world, the name of Zhenyu, retreat ridiculously proud of a state, called the ancestor as the ancestor.

The strange light in his eyes flickered, and Yan Bieli tried his best to recall that in the next few years, one after another, the masters of heaven and man appeared one after another, but he did not find anyone who matched the "little monk" in front of him.

With his mind racing, Yan Bieli suddenly smiled and said, "What the master cultivates is the way to kill, why don't you kill Yan Mou, who is very angry?

Chopping karma and good smile: "The poor monk cultivates the way to kill, not the way of extinction, although the donor cultivates the Demon Sutra, but the devil has a Buddhist Zen meaning, obviously has also read through the Buddhist scriptures, as the saying goes, the Buddha and the devil have a thought, if the donor can be enlightened, put down the butcher's knife, it is not better than not being able to become a Buddha on the ground, so as long as the donor is not embarrassed by these donors today, the poor monk will not be embarrassed by the donor. ”

In other words, if Yan Bieli was embarrassed by Li Yaohua and the others, he would definitely not stand idly by!

Yan Bieli was silent, as if weighing something.

Seeing this, Mo Qingge on the side couldn't help but shake his head and laugh secretly, this old monk of the industry is full of nonsense, it is completely serious nonsense, others may not know that his heels are fine, but Mo Qingge knows the roots, and the monk insists on walking with him with the grace of dripping water and the reason for reciprocating with springs.

On the way, the two had a few words of conversation, that knew that there were only three, and the monk said solemnly, Mo Qingge had a relationship with the Buddha, and even more with the Lonely Zen Temple......

For the next words of the cutting industry, Mo Qingge can already deduce that he has no intention of being a bald monk, and other rules and precepts are not mentioned for the time being, and he can't abide by the rules and regulations alone!

Sage Yun, chromophobia, Mo Qingge is not Liu Xia Hui, and he has not reached the profound realm of seeing the pink beauty as a white bone skeleton, so he is naturally grateful for this, and as soon as the words changed, he mentioned the matter of the destruction of the Lonely Zen Temple.

When it comes to the destruction of the Lonely Zen Temple, the look of the slashing is very complicated, there is helplessness, regret, but more guilt, Xu is this matter is pressed on the heart of the slashing industry, pressed for a full seventy years, he also needs a suitable listener, after a while, he will explain the original situation to Mo Qingge briefly.

Eighty years ago, by chance, in the ruins of a Buddhist gate, I got a secret method called Red Dust Refining Heart, which pays attention to reflecting his heart with my heart, refining my heart with his heart, and taking the seven emotions and six desires in people's hearts as a hammer, and forging a flawless glass Buddha heart.

The practice of this method is no less than dancing on the cliff, a little careless, refining the heart can not be achieved, but for the desire to invade the heart, become a slave of desire, of course, if you can not be disturbed by external desires, you can naturally refine and improve your own spiritual will.

Cutting the industry at the beginning of this method, cautious, only to find a "furnace ding", with its inner desire, tempering their own heart, really beneficial, within a few years, the Buddha's heart has been like glass, transparent, logically stepped into the realm of heaven and man.

With the improvement of cultivation, the "furnace ding" used to refine the heart is also increasing, from a few people to dozens of people, until one day, the karma has a whim, and I think of the monks of the lonely Zen temple as the "furnace ding" for refining the heart, so that you can save the search for the "furnace ding"

You can also know the emotional changes in the hearts of the monks in the temple, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone!

However, in the lonely temple, except for a few people, the vast majority of monks practice are biased, and the weight of their killing heart is far beyond the Buddha nature, and the karma is too big, and at the same time, dozens of monks are the "furnace" of refining the heart, as a result, dozens of monks are hidden in the depths of the heart of the killing intent together, like a monstrous sea, the mental will of the karma is swallowed.

Affected by the endless killing intent, he incarnated as the Shura Demon Buddha, slaughtered the Lonely Zen Temple, and then recovered his senses, and was full of pain and remorse.

At present, although the cutting industry has awakened, the spirit and spirit are extremely weak, and the strength is only between Mo Qingge and the middle.

To put it simply, at the moment, he is a paper tiger who is strong on the outside and dry on the outside.

And the Yan Bieli in front of him, who had a grudge against him to kill his father, judging from the Nine Dead Heavenly Silkworm Demon Qi that he had just exuded, this person's strength was only a few points stronger than Xiao Dongting, and now Mo Qingge's meridians in his hands were damaged, and his kung fu was less than seventy percent.

After Yan Beili was silent for a while, he sighed helplessly, and smiled at Li Yaohua: "Miss Li, it seems that Yan Mou came at a very bad time today!"

Although Li Yaohua has a big temperament, she also saw Yan Bieli's jealousy of this little monk, although she didn't know where Mo Qingge moved the big Buddha from, but she also relied on it.

Relying on the backer behind, Li Yaohua smiled at the corner of her mouth, and reprimanded in a coquettish voice: "Since you know that it's not the right time to come, then where is it not where to come, where are you going back?"

Yan didn't get angry, turned his smiling face, looked at Mo Qingge, and said, "Your Excellency who I only heard just now called yourself Mo, but you forgot to ask Your Excellency for your name?"

Mo Qingge said with a smile: "Mo's name, I think it's not unfamiliar to you as the eldest son of Yan, Yan Qingfang!

Xu is arrogance that goes deep into the bone marrow, even if he knows that if he reports this Jianghu vest, he may increase the number of tables by a lot, Mo Qingge did not find a random name to prevaricate in the past.

Yan Bieli's eyes flashed coldly, his breath floated, and after a while, his breath calmed down, and he said with a smile: "It's really like thunder, Brother Mo, there is a grudge between you and me, and if we say goodbye today, we will meet each other." ”

Mo Qingge seemed to disagree, and said with a free smile: "Mo is waiting at any time." ”

"Master, Yan has retired, and he will meet again in the future!"

After bowing to the slashing industry, Yan Bieli turned around, looked at the tall and thin young man who had been standing quietly aside, keeping to himself, and said calmly: "Yan has a lot of interest in you, come with me." ”

The tall and thin young man nodded silently, did not refuse, glanced at Mo Qingge and the others, and followed behind Yan Bieli without saying a word.

Li Yaohua seemed to think of something, looked at the direction where Yan was leaving, and shouted: "The surname Yan, how are my two senior brothers now......? Or die?"

In the darkness, a voice came in the wind.

"The two of them are still alive, but it's no different from dead, if Miss Li misses your two senior brothers, you can come to Yan, Yan will let them and the girl you want to meet. ”