The light is shining, and the dots are like stars.

It was the aftermath of the Yin Yang Soul Star, sprinkled in all directions.

"Boom!"

Wu Feng turned over and landed, sword in hand, staring at the front.

Under the impact of the Yin Yang Soul Star, the dead wood was still placed in front of him with one palm, and he never moved a single bit.

"Dervishes?"

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, unlike other monks, only ascetics were strong men who had grown up through countless temperings. These people endure hardships and train in one of the most strenuous ways.

Ascetics, with a tough personality, a solid foundation, and a very unique vision, are stronger than those warrior monks in battle.

"Amitabha!"

Deadwood whispered the Buddha's name and said slowly: "If the donor is willing to put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in my Buddha, all sins should be resolved by my Buddha." ”

Wu Feng grinned and said, "I'm such a sinful person, I'm afraid that your Buddha won't be able to save it." ”

"If you want to repent sincerely, you will spend your whole life and settle all sins for the benefactor. Enjoy the joy of peace and tranquility and realize this life. ”

Deadwood's eyes were calm, and he looked at Wu Feng quietly. "You are willing to change, but the poor monk is willing to cross. ”

"Hey, your old monk is not the same as the fat man before. ”

Wu Feng pouted, "He keeps saying that he wants to kill me." ”

Deadwood whispered: "Buddhism and Dharma together, change a lot." Even if you are a fellow practitioner, you may not be on the same path. The true meaning of the Buddha should be judged by the person. ”

Wu Feng shook his wrist and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I can't stand the control, even if I stay in one place for a while, I will feel panicked, and my whole body is very uncomfortable." ”

Deadwood said indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a small problem." ”

Wu Feng said again: "I have enemies all over the world, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear their revenge when the time comes." ”

Deadwood said slowly: "If the donor has truly repented, the poor monk should sacrifice his life to protect him." ”

A trace of ripples appeared in Wu Feng's vicious eyes, "You old monk is very interesting, you can give up your life in order to cross me?"

Deadwood said: "Human nature is evil, or human nature is good." Everything that is real is the present, the future, not the past. If one person who can cross is good, why not give up his life?"

Wu Feng laughed, "In that case, wouldn't you be at a loss?"

Deadwood shook his head, "In this way, it also confirms the true meaning of the Buddha." There was a mighty man who said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he just laughed.

Deadwood said again, "You don't believe me?"

Wu Feng pouted and said: "I don't know you well, how can I tell the truth from the falsehood of your words? For me, what you are doing now makes me very disgusted, very, very, very disgusted." ”

Deadwood couldn't help sighing, "Ten thousand laws return to the sect, but only people's hearts change." For example, the donor's own experience, there are countless people of all kinds, isn't it exactly the true meaning of our Buddha?"

"Today he is not yesterday, tomorrow is not today. If there is grace, it should be justified, but grace will take revenge everywhere. Different people do the same thing, it is not the same. Isn't it true that one person's kindness will take revenge, and the creatures of the world will no longer be gracious and do good?"

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "You old monk is very eloquent. If, according to your meaning, the true meaning of the Buddha is originally right, but it is because some young people, or even high-ranking people, have disturbed the situation, that there is today's Western continent?"

Deadwood clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, the benefactor has a wise heart, and the monks don't speak, this should be the reason." ”

Wu Feng suddenly shouted: "Since you understand all these things, why don't you change them?"

Deadwood lowered his eyes and whispered: "The form is bitter, the body is bitter, the heart is bitter, and the bitterness is sweet, which confirms my Buddha's enlightenment." The poor monk is stupid, and has been practicing asceticism for 5,000 years, but he has never attained enlightenment. ”

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his killing intent kept flickering, "So, there really is a Buddha in Lingshan?"

Deadwood looked up at Wu Feng, and the light in his dead eyes appeared again, "If the donor takes refuge in my Buddha, it will be a blessing." If the donor is unwilling, he should leave, which is also a blessing. ”

There is a Buddha in Lingshan, a real Buddha!

Wu Feng gritted his teeth secretly, he had no fear in his heart, even if it was a true Buddha, he wanted to fight and overthrow all this!

Deadwood said again: "It is a spiritual Buddha, who was shrouded in the light of the Buddha when he was born, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures in heaven and earth lingered for ten years. Ten years later, he will be an Arhat, and a thousand years later, he will be able to prove my Buddha's path. ”

Thousands of years to become a true Buddha?

The True Emperor?

This kind of thing, Wu Feng can't help but be shocked, even if evil has eroded his heart, but such a terrifying thing still makes him can't believe that this is true.

There is no such thing as turmoil in the Western Continent, and such a true emperor will be a true emperor in his heyday.

Wu Feng twisted his neck, "I don't quite understand, why did you tell me these things." ”

Dead wood said abruptly: "Amitabha, it's not a deviant and blasphemy against my Buddha." When the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, the death of the world is the death of my Buddha and the death of the poor monk. ”

Wu Feng sneered: "Then you should get out of the way!"

Deadwood stared at Wu Feng and shook his head slowly: "Don't you still don't understand? In addition, if we want to overthrow all this, we will inevitably overthrow the pattern of the entire continent, and there will be millions of people who will die because of this incident? The poor monks do not want to see such a tragic situation, so they come here only to stop it, and hope that the benefactor will come to his senses and leave or take refuge. ”

"Refuge? that's absolutely impossible!"

Wu Feng reprimanded without thinking: "As for leaving, then you must also have that ability!"

Deadwood sighed again, "The donor's spiritual platform is still guarded by a trace of clarity, if it continues." Murderous anger and resentment will further erode your soul, and if you still have your senses, it can only show that the goodness and self-improvement in the heart of the donor are difficult to annihilate. ”

"It's still too late to stop everything, and if you continue to kill, even if you have great powers, you will not be able to save you. ”

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. ”

"Hahahaha!"

Wu Feng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and the chains around his body rose to the sky, "Although the sea of bitterness is boundless, but when I turn back, it is an abyss!"

Deadwood shook his head slowly, "Anyone has a way out, when you look back, you can see your heart and understand life." Kishimoto is in his heart, it's just the difference between willing and unwilling. ”

Wu Feng's gaze became colder and colder, "It's a pity that you can't cross me." For your sake, get out of the way and I'll spare your life now. If you slow down for a while, you can blame the master's ruthlessness. ”

The dead wood parted his hands, and the Buddha beads on his wrists quietly slipped and fell into his hands, "There is no way ahead, please go back." You come from suffering, you should go to the sweet, and you should not allow yourself to be eroded. ”

"I said ......"

"Get out of the way!"

Wu Feng roared, and several chains slashed at the dead wood in the air, and at the same time, Wu Feng held a sword in his hand and slashed in the air.

The gray-white monk's robe on the dead wood's body bulged, and a strong air current slammed into all directions, shaking away all the chain attacks, and at the same time, the Buddha bead in his hand bounced up, shaking the Black Wind Sword and the bloodless sword apart.

The shadow of the dead wood's palm was unremarkable, and the moment he shook the sword, his left hand quickly slapped on Wu Feng's chest.

Wu Feng's eyes were cold, and there were chains on his body that quickly wrapped around Deadwood's left hand.

The deadwood had retreated, and all attacks had failed.

Wu Feng glanced down at his chest, and there were no scars.

"Stop, if you don't touch the emperor's door for a day, you won't be able to fight the emperor for a day. ”

Deadwood whispered, "Although the hanging tiger was killed by you, it was because he was careless, and he did not have the determination to die. Otherwise, you won't be so easy to succeed. ”

"As for the poor monks, it is for you, and you should go to hell. Death is insignificant to the poor monk, and it is only a matter of its own. ”

Wu Feng smiled, "It's really nice, who knows what you're thinking in your heart?"

Deadwood shook his head, "Amitabha, the monks don't speak, and the donor's words should be a crime to add." ”

After a pause, he said, "You only know that there are quite a few Buddhas in the Western Continent, but do you know how many there are? Do you ever know how many true Buddhas there are in the Western Continent?"

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

A ripple appeared in the dead wood's dead eyes, "The three truths and six are Buddhas, and the forty-nine are half Buddhas." ”

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, nine Buddhas?

Deadwood said again: "Is there ever a Buddha in the Divine Prison?"

Wu Feng sneered, but he didn't speak, there was really no Buddha in the prison.

Dead Wood said abruptly: "Don't the donor still understand? If there is a Buddha in the Divine Prison, I am afraid that the Divine Prison has already been Buddhaized." In the West, under the tranquility and peace, there are turbulent places. The strength is strong, although he has never fought in the Quartet, it is just because of an agreement made by the first generation of the god master Luo Renxian back then. ”

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows, "What agreement?"

"The land of the West belongs to the Buddha, and after a few years, everyone should be free again. ”

Deadwood whispered, "The Lord of God is here, and the Buddha will never be able to fight." ”

Wu Feng's mind flickered, looking back on the past, although what the Western Continent had done was outrageous, it was true that they had never made a move on other continents.

It's just that the so-called freedom of everyone has not been realized.

Wu Feng has already seen the power of the blessings of Buddhism, and if he rushes to this point, the Western Continent will not return those people to freedom.

Deadwood clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I still hope that the donor will retreat, and if you go further, it will be an abyss and a place of no return." ”

Wu Feng sneered: "If the situation is turbulent today, how can I trust you?"

Deadwood said, "The poor monk is soft-spoken and can't give you any promises. ”

The meaning is already very simple, I can't control their affairs, and I have no right to interfere with whether they fight or not.

"If ......"

Wu Feng immediately slashed and was majestic, "I have to see the power of the Buddha?!"

Deadwood whispered: "The poor monk knows that the benefactor has infinite magic methods, but your heart is empty, and no matter how strong the method is, it can't make you move forward again." ”

"Really, then you can try!"

Wu Feng shouted violently, and his figure flashed in front of the dead wood again, and in an instant, the artistic conception of his heart enveloped the other party, Wu Feng's position changed, and the black wind knife and the bloodless remnant sword slashed towards the back of the dead wood's head and back.