Chen Pipi looks like a cute young fat man who is harmless, but in fact he is a very remarkable person, so when he decides to do something, there is one thing that can make his mind lose his mind for a moment, then this must be a very great thing.

When the wide courtyard robe on his body fluttered without the wind, and he raised his right arm to point it away, the thin warrior monk who had been silently guarding the middle-aged monk's side appeared in front of his fingers, and his face seemed to be carved out of stainless steel with an indifferent and ruthless face.

Chen Pipi's cultivation realm is extremely high, and the warrior monk can react faster than him, which can only show that the other party has been prepared, and he has long known that the middle-aged monk will use the essence blood to feed the Buddha with such a compassionate and cruel Buddhist divine skill, and if the middle-aged monk does not find out that Ning Que has fallen into the demon, this trip Chang'an is also ready to directly abolish Ning Que by means of subduing demons.

However, even if the thin warrior monk had already prepared and reacted extremely quickly, appearing in front of Chen Pipi's fingers, it was still impossible for him to stop this Tianxia Xi Shenlin that the academy had unintentionally released, because his face and his physical body seemed to be as solid as steel, but he was still a mortal in the flesh.

So the warrior monk did not hesitate to make a move, pulled out a sharp knife from his sleeve like lightning, and did not stab Chen Pipi, but stabbed it into his lower abdomen.

There was a pop, like a skin full of water was pierced by a feather arrow, and the sharp knife pierced deep into the stomach, the warrior monk's face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes were still firm, without any hesitation, his right hand held the handle of the knife and pulled it down fiercely, and with a bang, blood flowed out.

The intestines in the warrior monk's abdomen also flowed out of the gap that had been broken by the knife with the blood, steaming with a faint heat and a pungent smell of blood.

The warrior monk's left hand rested under the wound in his abdomen, and he looked at Chen Pipi with an indifferent expression, as if he couldn't feel the pain coming from that place at all.

A drop of blood landed on the fingertip of the tangerine peel.

He stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

Chen Pipi has never killed anyone, never even fought a real battle, never seen a life-and-death battle in a battle, and never seen such a bloody picture.

In his life, he fought with Wang Jingluo in the winter garden of Chang'an Mansion a few days ago.

Chen Pipi had always thought that the battle between cultivators should be so chic and casual, but it was not until today, seeing the bloody scene of the warrior monk in front of him disemboweling his intestines, that he understood that the real battle had nothing to do with the strength of the realm, let alone the demeanor and posture, but only about victory and defeat, life and death.

This warrior monk just wanted to disturb his mind a little, so he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life, what kind of spiritual spirit is worthy of respect or fear?

The warrior monk's face was extremely pale, he looked at Chen Pipi with an indifferent expression, and his voice trembled slightly: "Self-section, please understand the rules of Mr. Twelve." ”

These two monks from the Moon Wheel Country have indeed made extremely adequate preparations for today's encounter on the Long Street, and they know very well that the two-story academy in history has never been a place where rules are spoken, so they do not hesitate to gamble their lives to try to shake this unruly rule.

For Chen Pipi, the bloody picture in front of him and the pink intestines between the monk's left hand were undoubtedly an extremely shocking education, which may not be able to change the perception of rules and the like that the academy education had formed, but it was enough to make him stunned for a moment.

A split second is enough.

Because it only took a split second, the battle between the middle-aged monk and Ning Que was over.

The strength of a middle-aged monk lies in the fact that he can subdue demons and eliminate demons in a single thought.

Chen Pipi's fingertips trembled slightly in the morning breeze of Chang'an City.

At this time, the middle-aged monk's spiritual power was all on Ning Que's body, and he had no defense at all, he only needed to kill the other party with a slight click, but he knew that the invisible battle was over, so he waited until Ning Que was dead, if the junior brother died, what was the point of him doing anything.

Chen Pipi's cheeks trembled, and he looked extremely painful.

He decided to kill all the two monks in front of him later.

Although he had already vaguely guessed that there was something wrong with the origin of the middle-aged monk.

Although he has never killed anyone in his life.

But if you use the words of the senior brother, no matter how you look at it, Ning Que will not be short-lived, and he died a short-lived death.

So where else are there any principles or rules in this world that must be followed?

The fastest thing in the world is not fog, not rain, not wind, but lightning.

The world often uses the word "lightning" to describe such a thing as a thought.

When the mind moves, no time drains at a rate that can keep up with it.

So in a single thought, in the spiritual world, there are enough things to happen.

When the middle-aged monk dug up blood and smeared his face, and cast the essence blood to feed the Dharma Gate, in the space where Ning Que's mind was located, a lot of shocking pictures and changes suddenly occurred.

The stone Buddha, which is dozens of feet high, has been standing silently and peacefully behind the stone rain in the sky, and a straight line under his nose has not been opened for thousands of years, and then he suddenly grinned, so he had a mouth.

Two streaks of blood, thick as iron slurry, flowed out from the corners of the stone Buddha's mouth.

These two streams of blood did not drip to the ground, but ignored the laws of space in the real world, spreading in all directions, gradually coating the huge Buddha face.

With the thick blood on the face of the stone Buddha, many deep cracks appeared, like cracked dry earth, but soaked in blood water, it was more like the blood mouth on the body of thousands of people.

An extremely powerful coercion spread from the stone Buddha and spread throughout the space.

The solemn face of the stone Buddha was full of countless subtle wounds, soaked in blood, which should have been a hideous and bloody image, but on the contrary, it was full of compassion, as if the lacquer in the old temple had fallen off and only mottled vicissitudes were left. The blood on the stone Buddha's face became thicker and thicker, and the supreme compassion became thicker and thicker, and all the bloody wars and chaos between heaven and earth separated and harmed, and all the negative feelings seemed to be absorbed by the Buddha's face.

All that was left was a world that was extremely clean and pure.

The earth and rocks that kept falling from the sky were purified and turned into a white holy lotus flower in the sky, and countless flowers rained down one after another, sprinkling Ning Que's body.

A petal fell on his padded jacket, silent and silent, but quietly tore open a hole, and blood seeped out like a red soup of sour and hot noodles spilling out of the edge of the bowl.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and with a movement of his mind, he called out the Haoran Qi in his body, which erupted majestically from the center of his eyebrows, and escaped with the qi, and all the lotus petals that came into contact with him shattered themselves.

However, the sky is full of wind and rain, and there are too many lotus flowers, where is it completely isolated from the sky?

The lotus blossoms opened, and the petals fell, falling on his face, falling on his body, cutting through his padded jacket, burrowing into his skin, scraping off pieces of flesh and blood from his bones.

The endless pain crept into the bone marrow, and then exploded to every part of his body, and finally converged into Ning Que's brain, causing him to tremble like a tide of consciousness, and the pain was extreme.

Feeding the Buddha with essence and blood is a strong sect of Buddhism.

However, the stone Buddha with a bloody face after the rain actually means to sacrifice himself to become a Buddha.

Sacrificing oneself to become a Buddha, temporarily creating a lotus pure land, and purifying one's evil and evil intentions are beyond the scope of ordinary Buddhist sects in the world, and are the supreme wonderland outside the world.

If it is not a Buddha with great perseverance, great determination, great compassion and great evil, he cannot enter this wonderful realm.

Even Chen Pipi, who has already advanced to the realm of knowing fate, if he is put into this lotus pure land by the great virtues of Buddhism, he will face great trouble and must be dealt with with extremely carefully.

What's more, Ning Que only broke through the Cave Realm on the shore of Daming Lake.

His realm and his mind are simply not enough to see through this lotus flower in the sky

The rain of lotus flowers in the sky reveals a very clear meaning of deforestation.

Ning Que looked at the stone Buddha in the distance through the curtain of blood dripping from his eyelashes, and asked after a moment of silence: "It turns out that you wanted to kill me from the beginning, this matter has nothing to do with my entry into the world for the academy, and it has nothing to do with you knowing that I entered the demon in the wasteland, you just want to kill me, so I don't understand, even if you are an outsider from the Hanging Temple, can you afford to kill me?"

The huge stone Buddha grinned and dripped, as if he was laughing happily and crying sadly, and did not answer Ning Que's question, just silent.

"This is a duel that happened in Chang'an City, I will kill you in a fair environment, there will be no troublesome consequences, the Tang people love face, the academy loves face more, they will not be angry with the moon wheel, let alone the Buddha, on the contrary, in order to maintain their hypocritical spirit, they will be silent. ”

The middle-aged monk's voice sounded outside the flower rain.

"What's more, it has now been confirmed that Mr. Thirteen, you have fallen into the devil. ”

Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked at Hua Yuwai and asked in a slightly astringent voice: "But before you knew that I was going to kill me, why was this? What did I do to the Buddha Sect that people and Buddhas are angry with the Buddha, and I would actually provoke a great master like you, Master, to enter Chang'an City to kill me." ”

"As I said, you have insulted your aunt in the wasteland, then you will insult the moon wheel and the Buddha. ”

Ning Que sneered: "I always thought that most people in the world were idiots, but I didn't expect that someone would dare to treat me as an idiot, Qu Ni Madi, that old woman, can make the Buddha Sect dare to offend the Tang Dynasty and the Academy?"

The middle-aged monk's voice was calm and firm: "Of course, there are other reasons, but when you insult your aunt in the wasteland, you are doomed to today's end." ”

Ning Que wiped the blood off his face, and when his sleeve brushed the wounds that had been deeply cut by the lotus petals, it was an extremely unbearable pain, but there was a lot of smile on his face.

"Could it be that monk, your surname is really Yang?"

Ning Que held his stomach and laughed out loud, looking at the stone Buddha outside Hua Yu, wiping his tears and blood, he said with a smile: "If this drama turns out to be a romance drama in the end, it will be too disappointing for me." ”

"There's a lot of things you don't know. ”

"Then can you sue me?"

"No, since you're already enchanted, then I just need to kill you. ”

The middle-aged monk's voice looked particularly ethereal in the lotus rain, and then turned to confusion.

"The two generations of people in the academy have entered the demon one after another, is this the will of Haotian or the rotation of the wheel of life?"

Ning Que didn't notice the big doubts hidden in the voice of the middle-aged monk outside Hua Yu at all.

His attention was all in the rain of lotus flowers in the sky at this time.

He looked at the lotus petals that fell in front of him, remembered the dream a long time ago, remembered Sangsang's white little feet, and remembered that he had been kicked countless times by those white little feet in the quilt over the years, and his heart became sore, and then began to be angry.

"I don't want to pay attention to how many reasons you have to kill me, but since you know that I have fallen into the devil and made so many pairs of my Sangsang's feet to kick me, I will definitely kill you. ”

He pulled out a large black umbrella from behind him and opened it.

The black umbrella is like a black lotus flower, which is particularly eye-catching among the white lotus flowers in the sky.

Holding a black umbrella, he stood in the lotus rain, looking at the stone Buddha with a bloody face in the distance. It is like a tourist holding an oil-paper umbrella standing on the drizzly bank of the river and looking at the smoke willows on the opposite bank.

Then he said, "Na Buddha, I'm here to kill you." ”

(To be continued)