The Hanging Temple is like a sleeping dragon around the green mountain, hovering upward, and it is difficult for ordinary people to step into. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the temple, there are three old monks and three young monks. Compared with Dingzen Temple, it is half a catty and eight taels. Inheritance of a single lineage, a monk to a monk, there are six monks in the air.

The six halls of the Hanging Temple were supposed to have six major inheritances, but the result was that the catastrophe damaged three Buddhist elders, and the inheritance was broken. The original six monks have really become six monks now.

The ascetic practice in the temple was dull for the three little monks. Mopping the floor, cooking, all have to do it, in addition, they have to face the vast sea of scriptures, which is a nightmare.

Boom!

In the treasure hall, in the golden body of the Buddha, the swastika on the chest suddenly flashed with a dazzling luster. Three golden rays of light fell, and the edict came from Hanhai.

"Amitabha, the poor monk was edicted. ”

"The poor monk is edicted!"

The three little monks heard the edict from the scripture building and rushed to it. The golden light in the treasure hall converged, and the last old monk swept his gaze to the three apprentices, and shouted, "The Hanging Temple is handed over to you." ”

The voice disappeared with the golden light, and the three little monks, you look at me, I look at you, with a blank face.

"Senior brother, don't we have to get up early when we get up tomorrow?"

"Seems so. ”

"What about mopping?"

"Uncle Fat Head is not here, who would be bored enough to lick the floor tiles with their tongues?"

"What about cooking?"

"Just do it. I went to sleep first. ”

“......”

As soon as the three old monks left, the temple began to have a holiday. The youngest junior brother had a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and said shyly: "Senior brother, second senior brother, the master just left, is it really okay for us to be lazy?"

"Do you have a late-night snack?"

The little junior brother blushed, "Eat." ”

"That's it. ”

The Ten Temples of Guangling, as well as other Buddhist temples large and small, received the edict. The temple is small, so naturally it doesn't want to wade into troubled waters, and the Buddha's light is just swept away. If you don't want to be edicted, why should you force them to stay?

The small Xiangguo Temple was directly ignored by the Buddha's light, not only that, but the swastika seal also provocatively brushed from the neck of the old demon of Delin. Although this Buddha light did no harm, it still made this old demon angry.

There are constantly eminent monks receiving edicts, which is an act of merit. There is a demon invasion, and the Buddha edict descends from the sky, how can you not obey?

The swastika seal on the top of Matthew's head is already ten zhang huge.

After Baixiao's edict is completed, all that remains is to wait.

Matthew Yuan wrapped the blanket on his shoulders and looked at the head of the Hanhai Customs City. There is only so much he can do, and the rest is up to fate.

The golden light of the swastika seal appeared, but the faint green magic flame came quietly.

"Truly, the ancient devil has a saying: a monk in the day, and I don't know the taste of meat in March. I don't know if I can help my demon flame mutate after eating the mind of Bai Xiaosheng of Buddhism. ”

Matthew wrapped his blanket tightly, ignoring the green flame.

"Hehe, why don't you speak?When you just issued the Baixiao edict, wasn't it very arrogant?" Green Flame slowly landed, and the little boy smiled innocently, "It is said that the Baixiao edict, a Baixiao edict can only be used once, but in the three thousand worlds, there are very few Buddhist Bai Xiaosheng who can issue the Baixiao edict, you used up such a precious opportunity in order to save a group of waste, should you praise you for your kindness, or should you call you stupid?"

Matthew's head was still exposed outside the blanket, and his whole body was wrapped in the blanket, which looked like a small mound of grass.

"My name is Yelan, and I hope you remember. The green flame in the little boy's hand began to burn. "But you're going to die. You know? All ants will be subjugated to the flames of the sky. ”

Matthew Yuan still didn't move, his eyes were closed, like an old monk had passed away.

Ye Lan's face turned ugly. He was still laughing a moment ago, and he became angry uncertainly, looking so hideous, "Who gave you the courage! Shouldn't you kneel in front of this sect and kowtow to this sect and beg for mercy at this time!"

The swastika seal gradually condensed, exuding a trace of fluctuation.

Ye Lan raised her eyebrows, and her smile grew, "It turns out that I was waiting for help, let's dream!"

The dark green demon flame may be a huge fire dragon, devouring towards Matthew Yuan.

Ma Xiuyuan, who had not moved, finally opened his eyes and muttered, "You, you can die!"

"Hehe, do you really think you are the Buddha of the Savior? What are you going to do to fight me!" The demon flame was like a dragon crossing the river, rushing towards Ma Xiuyuan. Before he touched it, the blanket on Ma Xiuyuan's body had already burned, if it weren't for the inviolability of Jiuzhai's monk's clothes, Ma Xiuyuan would probably have screamed in pain at this time.

Ma Xiuyuan threw away the blanket that lit the flames and shouted, "King Kong Demon Pestle!"

A bright light flashed from his chest.

The sound of the system prompting the redemption of the prize is heard.

Ma Xiuyuan felt that cloud of Buddha light appear, and in an instant, at this moment, the real Buddha pestle hit the head of the demon dragon directly.

Rumble!

Ye Lan's pupils shrank, and he said in horror: "How is it possible! What kind of Buddha weapon is this!"

The flames were devoured in madness.

This Buddha pestle is like a bottomless pit, devouring the demon dragon. Matthew Yuan surged up with a mouthful of blood and spurted out.

"Even though the demonic flames are monstrous, I am a little lighter. ”

On the Buddha's pestle, a trace of blood suddenly flashed strangely! Gradually, the Buddha's light became blazing and lost its original gentleness.

Buddha's wrath and blood plague!

A bewitching blood lotus blooms in front of the Buddha's pestle.

It's just three breaths, withering and thanking itself.

The Buddha pestle became even more furious, and pressed towards Yelan frantically.

The long-fasting monk's robe on Ma Xiuyuan's body burst out with bright Buddha light.

The blood plague is ahead, but the body is not stained. This is the peerless learning of Matthew who cultivated Buddhism for hundreds of years, and it is also a secret technique that has never been shown to people. In Buddhism, the method of blood sacrifice has always been secretive and is listed as a forbidden technique of Buddhism, but Matthew is far from believing that blood comes from the heart, and using blood as a sacrifice is a decision.

The Buddha pestle was stained with blood, and Ye Lan's body began to tremble.

"What kind of trick is this! How could the Buddha Sect have such a bad move? You ......?"

He began to panic.

Two bright flames lit under his feet, and he ran frantically towards the city. "Elder save me!"

Laugh at!

The Buddha pestle flew by, piercing through the center of Ye Lan's eyebrows.

Ma Xiuyuan clasped his hands together, without fear, and said coldly: "I said, you can die." ”

"Spare me, please, spare me!"

A dark green flame flew out, but the Buddha pestle was in hot pursuit.

In the depths of the sand sea, there was a sudden earth-shattering anger!

"Who dares to touch my son!"

A gust of wind came and knocked the Buddha pestle to the ground. Matthew spurted out another mouthful of blood, watching the dark green flame flee away. "Damn! That brute ruined the Buddha's good deeds!"