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The monk king of Yangcuo looked at Li Mochou with affection, and said with a smile: "Mochou, why don't we go to the church tonight to get married." ”

Buzz~

At this moment, the lady sword behind Li Mochou suddenly trembled, and the extremely harsh sword sound also made her sober up.

"Thanks to the monk's love, now the injuries on Poor Dao's body have fully recovered, so say goodbye. Li Mochou made a big salute to the monk king of Yangcuo, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, she also sensed the abnormality of the monk king of Yangcuo, but the situation was stronger than people, and leaving was undoubtedly the best choice at the moment.

It's just that how could the monk king of Yangcuo allow her to go.

"Don't worry, but is there anything about me that makes you feel dissatisfied?"

Li Mochou turned around, looked at him, and slowly shook his head.

The monk king of Yangcuo is impeccable in appearance, temperament, martial arts, and power, but what does this have to do with her.

"Then are you still waiting for the person who will never come back?" "The Yangcuo Monk looked at Li Mochou's eyes and asked.

"Who am I waiting for, and what does it have to do with you?"

Li Mochou looked directly at the other party and said slowly: "And whether I can wait until that is also my own business, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, the monk king." ”

"I'm your savior, how can it have nothing to do with me. The warm smile on the face of the monk king disappeared and was replaced by a grim and chilling face.

"Even if I can't get your heart today, I will get your people. ”

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the body of the Yangcuo Monk King, Li Mochou's heart was cold, and his heart sank to the bottom. Finally, the worst came to her, and she bit her lip and made the hardest decision.

During the period of recuperation in this temple, although the monk king of Yangcuo intended to hide it, Li Mochou still faintly felt that there was something wrong with this temple from some clues.

Rather than be insulted, she would rather die.

As long as the monk king of Yangcuo has further actions, Li Mochou will immediately choose to commit suicide. But after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait, and couldn't help but raise her head curiously, only to see the monk king of Yangcuo standing in front of her in despair, looking behind her with a frightened face.

Li Mochou turned his head sharply and saw a man in a green shirt standing on the other side of the stone bridge, and couldn't help but be stunned, and a layer of mist immediately shrouded in the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, which became more and more misty. Her blood-stained lips snorted, as if she had a thousand words to tell.

And the monk king of Yangcuo looked at the familiar face of the man in front of him, and shivered in vain, and a trace of coolness came out of the tailbone and rushed down the spine to the door of the brain.

Rumble!

Thunder roared, and the heavens and the earth shook.

An extremely majestic thunderbolt fell directly from the sky, and the bright thunder light made his face uncertain.

The monk Wang of Yangcuo looked at Wang Chan in a daze, and said in surprise: "It's you?!"

"No, it can't be, absolutely not. ”

The expression of the monk king of Yangcuo suddenly became very excited, his face was full of madness, and he shouted sharply: "It is absolutely impossible to be him, you say, who are you?"

"It's your uncle!"

Looking at this madman who dared to touch his own woman, Wang Chan sneered, stepped in front of the monk king of Yangcuo, and punched out.

The monk king of Yangcuo only felt that his eyes were dark, and Wang Chan's fist was getting closer and bigger, and it was pressing towards him like a mountain.

Hard to dodge, irresistible.

"No, that madman is obviously dead, so you can't be him!"

The monk king of Yangcuo raised his head and roared, and his backhand was slapped forward with one palm.

Rumble!

The sound of fists colliding resounded in the air, and the whole person of the Yangcuo monk king flew out upside down, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices. Obviously he was seriously injured, but after landing on the ground, he felt unusually happy for some reason.

"Sure enough, it wasn't him, if it was him, I would have been dead with a punch from him. ”

"Since you're not him, then you give me a death!"

The monk Wang of Yangcuo laughed cruelly, and the light of the glass of the Buddha Gate suddenly appeared behind him, but it was not like the ordinary golden light of the Buddha Gate, and it was mixed with a little pink. Behind him is a hideous-looking golden Buddha statue!

This Buddha statue has a fierce and hideous face, and sits cross-legged. A woman with a delicate face is facing the statue, her legs spread out, her plump buttocks sitting on top of his left leg, her arms folded, her breasts pressed together, naked in a mating motion.

"Happy Buddha?!" Looking at the golden-bodied Buddha statue behind the monk King Yangcuo, Wang Chan's brows furrowed slightly.

According to ancient legends, the king of Brahmanism, "Vinayaka", was cruel and killed Buddhists, and the followers of the Shakyamuni sect turned into a beautiful woman and copulated with "Vinayaka", and the "Vinayaka" who was drunk with female sex was finally conquered by the beauty and converted to Buddhism, becoming the main deity of the Vajra on the Buddhist altar.

And this is also the origin of the Buddha of Joy.

In the world, Tantra has always been regarded as a branch of Buddhism, among which the Great Joy Zen is close to the devil's way, they believe in the Buddhist principle of "color is emptiness, emptiness is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color", the use of "empty happiness and double luck" to produce emptiness, so as to achieve the purpose of "desire to control desire".

They also seek liberation, but not in the afterlife, but in "this life", they cannot help but abstain from all kinds of pleasures in the earthly world, but instead try their best to tap all kinds of pleasures, believing that sex is the greatest creative energy, and through sexual intercourse, the creative energy in the human soul and body can be stirred, and the power of the universe soul can merge with the power of the soul of the universe to reach the highest spiritual realm. Thus achieving true liberation.

The golden body of the Joyful Buddha behind the Monk King of Yangcuo has gradually condensed, but the face of the woman in the arms of the Joyful Buddha is still blurred, which means that he has not taken the last step.

But even so, with his strength close to the realm of heaven and man, he was enough to sweep in the Condor plane.

It's a pity that his opponent is Wang Chan.

A genuine immortal, and one of the strongest sword immortals.

When the monk king looked at Wang Chan's face, he felt irritable for no reason, his face was cold, his hands were folded, and he whispered a mysterious and long-standing mantra in his mouth.

The golden-bodied Buddha statue behind him, his eyes suddenly opened, and an extremely terrifying aura came out from his body, which actually gave birth to four faces and eight arms.

Each of the eight arms holds a Buddha weapon and kills Wang Chan together.

"Die!"

The monk Wang of Yangcuo laughed and waved his hands.

Knives, guns, swords, halberds, staffs, sticks, shovels, pestles, and eight Buddhist artifacts sealed all the directions where Wang Chan could dodge.

In the midst of the heavy surrounding, Wang Chan's face remained unchanged, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and a dazzling sword light rose into the sky.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only this sword light left in this world, and there was nothing else...... (To be continued.) )