Looking at the old monk who suddenly appeared, Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and his eyes showed a rare look of vigilance.

The person who can make the king fall into the city like a great enemy is not a general.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Lin Huang withdrew the Demon Suppression Knife and asked calmly.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

I saw the old monk pause, chanting the Dharma with his palms together, his body was still a little rickety, but he raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face.

The old monk looked old, but his eyes were full of peace, as if they were full of compassion.

"Poor monks have no Zen temple Cisheng!"

The old monk bowed.

"No Zen Temple?!"

Lin Huang's expression was suddenly startled, and he looked at the old monk in front of him, his heart was full of surprise. Prior to this, Xuanyuan had mentioned Wuzen Temple.

But I never thought that in half a month, I met someone from Wuzen Temple.

In the field, Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopan were both a little puzzled, and they had never heard of Wuzen Temple. This Wuzen temple, which has existed for more than 200 years, can be said to be buried in the loess, and few people in the Eastern Spirit Realm know about it.

Jun Chengcheng didn't pay attention to any Wuzen Temple, and the long sword in his hand was already ready to go.

"Old bald donkey...... What do you want to do?"

Bai Xiaopang opened his mouth arrogantly, although he was not in tune, but he was not really stupid. The latter appeared here, rescued Lei Li from Lin Huang's knife, and must have a plan.

Bai Xiaopang wielded a hammer, full of smug brawl.

"Poor monk, please don't kill again!"

Ci Sheng said peacefully, "The so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the donor kills one less, which is to save one person, which can be described as immeasurable merit." ”

"Master knows, if I kill one, I can save several!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Tzusheng was unhurried and recited the Buddha's name, "All living beings in the world have their feelings." If you kill someone, you will hate, and if you hate, you will kill again, and it will be repeated like reincarnation, and after all, hatred will not stop, and it is not the way to stop evil. Only by taking refuge can all living beings prosper!"

"The master is so knowledgeable!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I don't know the master, can all the sentient beings in the world take refuge in Buddhism? If not, crossing one person may change the world? If good thoughts can't educate the common people, the only way to preach with blood is to preach the Tao!"

"The donor has such a big murderous intent!"

Ci Xian looked at Lin Huang with a fresh face, and his voice was dry, "The art of killing is to cultivate demons in the heart. The more people you kill, the more demons you have. If the donor doesn't turn back as soon as possible, he will become a demon one day!"

"I've been enchanted once!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

"Amitabha!"

Cisheng was reciting the Dharma again, looking at Lin Huang's eyes with compassion, "That being the case, I hope the donor will follow me into the Wuzen Temple to wash away the demonic thoughts around me." The so-called sea of suffering is boundless, and the only way to turn back is the Bodhi world!"

Lin Huang smiled and shook his head, and suddenly asked, "I don't know if Ye Wuchan is here?"

"No Zen master is still there!"

Cisheng nodded and smiled, "But as soon as you enter the empty door, there is no more vulgar body, and there is no thought of red dust." The family teacher once said that there is only no Zen temple in the world, how can there be no Zen in the leaf!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, his voice became fierce, "Since Ye Wuchan is still here, then ask Master Cisheng to help me ask." Since it is better to save people's lives than to build a seventh-level floating slaughter, then more than two hundred years ago, when Xuanyuan Wuxiang's wife killed herself in the Moon City Tower, did he ever feel guilty?"

"This ......"

Monk Cisheng's face suddenly froze, and he suddenly didn't know how to reply.

More than two hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang died to seal the Yin Yang Valley. The Xuanyuan clan is the blood-killing spirit hall, and the white-clothed people of the Xuanyuan clan enter the East Spirit, and the East Spirit of the Town is small.

And Xuanyuan Wuxiang's wife, Sanshang Wuzen Temple, invited Ye Wuchan to come out of the mountain, but he didn't even see the latter. In the end, he was forced to die at the head of the Falling Moon City and killed himself!

"Xuanyuan's incident, the family teacher hated it for life. In the past two hundred years, I have recited it a hundred times a day, and I only wish to exceed two people!"

Monk Tzusheng continued.

"Then please tell me Master Tzu Sheng, has it ever worked?"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and asked.

Monk Cisheng's face was stunned again, but he didn't know how to answer, and in the end, he could only put his palms together and chant Amitabha.

In the middle of the avenue, Lin Huang once again pulled out the Demon Suppression Knife, his expression was full of coldness, "Since Ye Wuchan can't even surpass Xuanyuan Wuxiang and his wife, why can the master cross this thief of the Blood Spirit Palace!"

Monk Cisheng bowed his head and said nothing, but he slowly took a step forward and protected himself in front of Lei Li.

Jun Chengcheng then drew his sword and stood beside Lin Huang.

"When compassion and goodness are powerless, why not hold a butcher's knife in hand and kill a clear blue sky?"

Lin Huang stepped forward with a faint smile, not afraid of the latter's terrifying forces at all.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Monk Cisheng listened to the astonishing murderous intent in Lin Huang's mouth, recited the Buddha's name in horror, sat down cross-legged, and stood in front of Lei Li, "The donor's words are sharp, and the poor monk sighs to himself." However, the monks are merciful, and since the poor monks are here, they categorically cannot tolerate the killing of the donor. If the donor insists on going his own way, he will step on the body of the poor monk!"

"Old bald donkey, you dare to threaten me Boss Lin!"

Bai Xiaopang was suddenly furious, picked up a hammer and smashed it on Cisheng's head, and the speed was so fast that even Lin Huang didn't react.

Bang!

Monk Cisheng sat cross-legged in front of the four of them, but he did not dodge Bai Xiaopang's giant hammer at all. With a loud bang, the latter's skull cracked and his face was covered in blood.

Lin Huang frowned and stopped everyone from taking a few steps back.

The monk in front of him seemed to be a withered god, but he didn't know what amazing ability he hid, which made Jun Chengcheng jealous. If the latter breaks out, I'm afraid that everyone present will not be able to stop his means.

However, Cisheng did not move at all, and even slowly closed his eyes, and said compassionately:

"The poor monk said that if the donor insisted on killing the Lei Shizhu, he would step on the poor monk's body...... Please rest assured, the poor monk will never fight back!"

Cisheng said with a smile on his face covered in blood.

"Old bald donkey, that's what you said!"

Bai Xiaopan snorted coldly twice, and another hammer landed on the latter's head. With a sonorous sound, Cisheng's head was split into countless cracks.

As long as he hammers again, I am afraid that Cisheng's head will be shattered directly.

Lin Huang gradually frowned......

In the middle of the avenue, Cisheng was no longer speechless, like a withered ancient tree, stopping Lin Huang and the others.

"His grandmother, your head is very hard!"

Bai Xiaopang suddenly had a fire, with the unparalleled strength of his physical body, with a hammer, the head of an ordinary martial artist could be broken into eight pieces, and this old bald donkey suffered two hammers but did not die, which is very good.

In the middle of the avenue, Cisheng's robe was stained red with blood, but he still didn't move, and his wrinkled face was full of peace and indifference.

It seems that he has already seen through life and death.

"You old guy, don't think that the master really won't dare to kill you. The people who stand in the way of the little master are damned! If you still want to save Lei Li, that is to help the abuse!"

Bai Xiaopang said arrogantly, and the big hammer in his hand was raised high again......