The green mountains stand tall and tall, clothed in verdant, to welcome the wind and rain and dew, and send away the sunset and bright moon.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk only felt that Qingshan's open-mindedness gave him a broad mind.

There are a few wild chrysanthemums by the water, which are blooming brightly, the middle-aged monk looked at the wild chrysanthemums, his mind gradually drifted away, he stood for a long time, came back to his senses, touched his bald head and whispered: "How can I feel sad and lingering in my heart, there is no white in the temples, I can't be as famous as a scholar, put the chrysanthemum on my head, and the flower should also feel humiliated." ”

It was late, the grass veins were affectionate, the sunset was silent, and the middle-aged monk simply sat on the ground by the water.

The dark clouds swelled up, like ink splashing, but they revealed a section of mountains on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashes stirred up by the raindrops were like white beads and gravel. The middle-aged monk frowned and was distressed, and the drizzle kept going as if he was deliberately trying to wet his clothes; The breeze blowing on the face can no longer feel the cold, and the tender green willow dances with the wind, which is extraordinarily light.

The turbulent waters are faster than arrows, and the fierce waves are like galloping horses.

The clouds rose, and it was so thick that it was impossible to see the surface of the river that was close at hand.

The middle-aged monk suddenly became alert, stood up and silently retreated, walked into the forest behind him, lifted his mind, and looked around.

The sound of churning waves sounded at the water's edge, a low howl came from the air, the grass and trees were shaken, the mountains and forests resonated, the deep valleys echoed, the wind blew, and the clouds and mist were like waves.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the rain of arrows formed by a large splash of ice arrows covered the sky and the sun, as if the entire mountain forest was enclosed.

The middle-aged monk saw the ancient tree hugged by five people next to him, and subconsciously wanted to go behind the ancient tree to take refuge.

Well?

The middle-aged monk lowered his head, and the trickle formed by the rain climbed up from his ankles, and the speed went around his neck very quickly, binding his whole person and unable to move.

"Demon, you dare!"

In an instant, the middle-aged monk molded his golden body, looked around, and chanted aloud.

The scriptures are like substance, and the sound waves are layered on top of each other, spreading circle after circle.

The rain of arrows stopped, and there was no way to move in at hand.

Whoa~!

There was a noise at the water's edge, followed by a cyan figure flying rapidly in the clouds, and there was a faint sonic boom in the air.

Green silk, green clothes, green socks, and blue embroidered shoes.

Between a pair of eyebrows and eyes, there is a peerless elegance.

A warhammer with both hands raised in the air and slashed from above, swinging its weapon with the sound of whirring wind.

The middle-aged monk's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, word by word, and chanted loudly.

"The head of the Three Realms, take refuge in the Buddha of the Ten Directions; I make a great wish today to hold this Diamond Sutra ......"

Words and sentences, Buddha sounds fill the ears, the heart lake is stirring, and the heart is engraved.

Clang~!

The war hammer struck on the top of the monk's head, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, and then he broke away and fell to the ground, but he had not lost a single bit.

Pick it up and pound it again!

The sound of bells and bells resounded through the mountains and forests, and in the clouds and mist, like air currents, it shook away circles of clouds and mist.

Just as the 'dialect' was about to run wild, the middle-aged monk's body, which was bound by the current, moved with difficulty, slightly bent his fingers, and tapped gently.

Boom!

Like a bell ringing through the mountains.

Like spring thunder, it sounded silently.

The middle-aged monk suddenly broke free from the current, strode forward, raised his right hand, and a demon-descending pestle appeared out of thin air, striking the 'dialect' on the head.

Between walking, the momentum is fierce and amazing, like a tiger descending from the mountain and a dragon crossing the river.

'Fang Yan' stepped back, put his left hand behind him, quietly pinched the law decision, and swung it out violently, sneering at the corner of his mouth, "Dead bald donkey, eat me a square inch of thunder!" ”

The thunder and lightning filled the mountains and forests, shaking so that the monk couldn't open his eyes, holding the demon pestle and was stunned in place, and had to close his eyes to cover it.

"Whew~"

"Bang!"

There was a whirring sound of wind in the clouds, and some sharp object hit the monk's body, and the force sank, making him take a few steps back.

The sound of the wind and the rain sounded in the clouds and mist of the mountains and forests, that is, the noisy and irritable heart, but also represented a certain purity.

Boom ——!

Immediately afterward, there was an explosion, like thunder in silence.

The monk looked down at his bloody chest, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around, and said with a slight smile: "And accomplices?" You fought for a long time, just to wait for her arrow, but unfortunately you lost all your hands and didn't move......"

"Now ......" the middle-aged monk tiptoed a little, bent forward, laughed loudly, once he chose to make a move, the smiling monk, the momentum changed suddenly, and the narrow and cramped mountains and forests echoed with follow-up words, "It's my turn to shoot!" ”

A brilliant white light exploded, and the breath of madness scattered scattered in an instant, instantly filling the mountains and forests, mixed with the surrounding clouds and mist, because the monk's figure was too rapid and rapid, making his vague figure blend into it, not easy to detect, making people mistakenly think that it was like a mountain stream flood after a rainstorm, using the mountains and forests as the riverbed, frantically rushing to the 'dialect' in the downstream.

The demon pestle was slammed down, without any fancy tricks, but it was like wind and thunder.

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly, let go of his fingers, and the demon-slaying pestle, which was still two or three feet away from the chest of the 'dialect', swished, and pierced his heart.

'Dialect' had a demon-slaying pestle inserted in his chest in an extremely embarrassed manner, his flesh and blood were blurred, lying on the ground, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

"And one more ......"

The middle-aged monk took out the demon pestle, looked around, and the Buddha light dispersed the clouds and mist.

"Whoa~"

The sound of some kind of creature entering the water was heard at the water's edge, and there was quite a lot of movement.

"Your companion ran away......"

The middle-aged monk smiled, glanced at the 'dialect' lying on the ground and couldn't move, dispersed his golden body, almost couldn't stand, took two steps back, covered his eroded chest, his face was pale, he shook his head quite embarrassed, and sighed: "Demons are demons, what kind of affection can there be......

"Bang!"

The dull sound of arrows entering the flesh sounded, and the monk was carried high into the air, nailed to an ancient tree, and hung from the trunk of the tree.

Lying on the ground, the 'dialect' sneered, "I thought it would take three arrows to kill you...... I didn't expect you to give yourself a chance. ”

The voice fell, and the woman in front of her turned into a little fluorescent and dissipated into the clouds and mist of the mountains and forests.

The middle-aged monk looked down at the arrow on his chest, with faint runes flickering on it, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky obscured by clouds and mist; When I remembered my life before I became a monk, my family was poor, and my parents often had no drinks and dishes for their guests, and my mother would laugh and complain, "There are guests but no wine, and there is wine and no dishes." The moonlight is bright, the breeze is blowing, how do you spend such a beautiful night, when guests come? ”

My father would always laugh honestly, scratch his scalp embarrassedly, and tell my mother: "This evening, I caught a fish with a big mouth and fine scales, just like a perch from Wujiang." ”

When the mother heard this, she would squint her eyes at her father, revealing that he always liked to hide the wine under the bed.

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly, and laughed at himself with emotion: "I really regret not being at the beginning!" If you have to be a monk with no desire and few desires, how can the Pure Land of Buddhism be free? The longevity of bullshit......"

Boom ——!

The sound of explosion and thunder sounded again, interrupting the monk's unfinished words.