"Tsk."

The little donkey glanced back and said, "What kind of evil skill is your little monk practicing, and he can't even look down on you for the exposition of the precept knife." This knife has always been a refusal for Buddhist disciples, but it looks down on you. Looks like you're in the wrong business. ”

The sword represents the root mechanism of never becoming a Buddha, but to hold it, you must have the root nature to become a Buddha.

Buddhism has a saying that all living beings have Buddha nature, and everyone can become a Buddha. This statement is not false, but it is just the probability of missing a sentence.

And Shen Yi, he is now judged to have no Buddha nature by the exposition of the precept knife, and he was directly expelled from the Buddha gate by the exposition of the precept knife.

"It's okay, I don't mind forcing it." Shen Yi replied calmly.

If it weren't for the fact that this elucidation ring knife had to be handed over to the Linglong Iron Brake, he would not be able to get his hands on it, and he really wouldn't mind eating a strong twisted melon.

When it came to his hands, even this Buddha door control device had to be put into eighteen postures. Let's see if his "Xuanjun Seven Chapters of the Secret Sutra" is tricky enough, or if your sword is evil enough.

As he spoke, he walked past the sword without stopping, without any covetousness for the Buddha's door control.

After that, Shen Yi walked all the way to the entrance, and what appeared in front of him was a half-fallen stone door, and the ground covered with knife marks and rubble.

His master, the four warrior monks he had seen earlier, and a few monks he didn't know, fell all over the square in front of the stone gate.

Shen Yi investigated the situation one by one in the past, and found that everyone was only unconscious, and although their bodies were covered with knife marks and their injuries were very serious, they did not kill them.

It seems that although Kong Ming has gone astray, he still hasn't completely lost his mind in the end, and he hasn't killed his peers.

Seeing this, Shen Yi could be regarded as relieved.

He knew before that the Blood Demon Donkey and Chen Tianyuan had the means to observe the entire Demon Suppression Cave, otherwise they would not have been able to sit on the first floor with peace of mind, and they would not know their secrets.

Since Chen Tianyuan is here, he can ensure that the monks stationed there and the void phase have no worries about their lives, but this is only speculation after all. Now that he sees that there is no need to worry about his life, Shen Yi doesn't have to worry about changing his master.

He put down the void and walked briskly into the hole where he had come first, and ran up the stone steps.

When he walked through the intersection of the two stone steps, Shen Yi suddenly had a thought, and instead of returning to the cave when he was facing the wall, he walked up another stone step.

It was a stone staircase that extended from the empty wall, and along this stone staircase all the way to the end, a large hole could be seen in the eye.

Listening to what the void said, if the monks facing the wall want to go to the Demon Suppression Cave, they still need to apply to the Discipline Academy. Without the permission of the Vinaya, the monks facing the wall should not be able to open the passage.

Looking at this situation, Kong Ming used violent means.

The opening of the cave continued to exude a pitch-black aura, which was the demonic thoughts that emerged from the depths of the Demon Suppression Cave, raging in the cave.

Kong Ming not only destroyed the rock wall, but also destroyed the arrangement for suppressing demonic thoughts, causing black qi to surge in the cave.

However, at this moment, in the lower layer of the Demon Suppression Cave, Chen Tianyuan had already helped the monks in the temple to suppress the riot, because although the demonic thoughts inside the cave were strong, they had not yet reached the point of being unbearable.

Shen Yi walked into the cave, his pupils contracted slightly, and he looked like bright day in the dim environment.

The pitch-black demon thought approached Shen Yi like a shark smelling blood, but before he could enter Shen Yi's body, a strange bell-shaped air shield appeared, and the wolf head and the phantom of the human face flew around the air cover, constantly swallowing the black qi.

This demonic thought can also be regarded as spiritual power, which can be devoured by "The Demon Detention Ghost Urn". At this moment, Shen Yi used the mutated golden bell jar, constantly absorbing the black qi, and the mixed evil thoughts suddenly poured into his mind, invading his consciousness.

But Shen Yi had already made a decision that he would no longer look ahead and backward in the cultivation of the "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra", and at this time, even if evil thoughts disturbed the gods, he had no intention of stopping.

Either it is "Xuanjun's Seven Chapters of the Secret Sutra" and Shen Yi's "Xuanjun's Seven Chapters of the Secret Sutra", if one of the two must be defeated, Shen Yi believes that he will not lose.

Maintain the diligent heart of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, and refine the Buddha with demons, not moving like a mountain.

Shen Yi continued to look around, and sure enough, he saw that there were deep or shallow knife marks on the rock wall inside the flash.

His guess was right, Kong Ming's knife technique was really in the same vein as the Shura Seven Killing Knife, so he was able to trigger the sword intent of the Shura Seven Killing Knife at the beginning.

During the time when he was facing the wall, Kong Ming should have been constantly familiar with the sword and practicing the knife technique, so he would cause such a big movement when Shen Yi and Kong Xiang entered the Demon Suppression Cave.

The fingers rubbed on the knife marks, and a faint stinging pain appeared on the finger ends, if it weren't for the horizontal practice of protecting the body, the fingers would have been cut directly out of the knife marks at this moment.

Even if the person has left, this knife mark still retains the hatred and killing intent of its owner, which shows the depth of Kongming's obsession and the absolute strength of this knife technique.

If the previous battle hadn't been in the Demon Suppression Cave, if it had been in a different place, I am afraid that it would have caused a landslide and covered up the people inside the mountain.

Shen Yi observed the knife marks while evolving in the etheric illusory realm, distracting himself for two purposes, and after recording the knife marks thoroughly, he walked towards the entrance and walked out of the cave.

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On the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, all the monks gathered, and the Sanskrit sound was endless.

There are more than 20,000 monks from the Linglong Iron Brake, visitors from various sects, and good believers who came to participate in the conference. Around the square and in various halls, there are guests coming and going, and the flow of people is endless, which can be said to be an unprecedented grand occasion.

Without anger, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, chanting mantras with all the monks, but his ears were always paying attention to the movements around him, especially the position of the abbot of the Linglong Iron Brake in front of him.

As long as that movement is together, Wu Yan will carry out the long-planned plan - assassinate Shangguan Pei.

It's just that he waited and waited, and waited until the chanting was almost over, but he didn't hear anything about it. The abbot also sat in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, reciting Sanskrit scriptures, spitting out a brilliant gold "swastika", and there was a Buddha shadow looming around his body, and there was no sign of getting up at all.

The irritability in his heart gradually rose, and he opened his eyes a little uncontrollably, just in front of a pair of eyes that were also looking at him.

It was a middle-aged scribe dressed in a white Confucian robe, with three long whiskers under his chin.

He grabbed a folding fan in his hand and struck his palm one by one, his face seemed calm, but the movement of his hand revealed his mood.

He was also waiting.

The innocent gaze met the scribe, and both sides saw the impetuousness in each other's eyes. The accident happened and caught both of them off guard.

Then, the middle-aged scribe suddenly nodded slightly, and his palm firmly grasped the folding fan that had been struck.

Do it!

He said so.