The heavens and the earth suddenly thundered, the mountain wind swept the fallen leaves, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, and there were black clouds covering the sky and the sun.

Outside the Sanzang Temple, Mu Mu, a disciple of the Eight Desolations Sword Tomb, stood without any reaction, while the melancholy hero was lying on the ground with occasional weeds, and raindrops fell from the sky, dripping on his eyes, also indifferent.

The empty bowl hurriedly hugged the senior brother, and after the old monk inspected the injury, he scolded indignantly: "Beast! ”

The senior brother lay on the bluestone face again, but there is no monk who understands medical skills in the entire Sanzang Temple, the big and small monks, you look at me, I look at you as a pot of ants, just at this moment, but I heard the senior brother murmuring.

The old monk was the closest, and he looked down and heard the eldest disciple saying, "Master, you said in your story that you cut meat and feed the tiger, which is wrong. ”

Hearing this, the old monk was very excited, at this time more than the old man to get a son more than a million times more surprised, this real demon since more than 20 years ago on the mountain to paint the ground as a prison, never said a word to the old monk, this master shouted the old monk is old eyes red, but the real Buddha has an allusion to cutting meat for an eagle, where is wrong to cut meat to feed the tiger?

"Cut the meat and feed the tiger, let the tiger taste human flesh, and it should be a disaster for the people in the future."

The old monk frowned and complained: "There are more people in the world who are worse than sheep, so let the tiger eat it." ”

The melancholy hero no longer has a sad look, he stretches his eyebrows and smiles, although Master's words are angry, but they make a lot of sense. These people outside who regard themselves as righteous are so many flies and dogs, and they do not hesitate to plot and frame them for a sword book, what kind of morality do they talk about? ! In his eyes, the owner and wife of Fengjian Mountain Villa are truly chivalrous, but it is a pity that his true temperament is so bad that he has a relationship with the people in the Demon Sect, leaving trouble.

The old monk sighed, thinking that the eldest disciple had come down the mountain to reason over the years, he must have seen too many ugly people's hearts.

The melancholy hero said stupidly: "Master, cut the meat and feed it to the tiger, how many days can the old monk feed dozens of catties of meat?" The tiger will still be hungry, and such a sacrifice is just a fulfillment of his helpless compassion, which is not beneficial to all beings in the world, and he is delusional. ”

The old monk bowed his head heavily, sighing that he was not as good as the big disciple.

The melancholy hero said to himself: "If you let the tiger eat the sheep and let them have their own karma before the cycle of life and death, then what is the use of me enlightening Zen Dao?" Outside the world, there are still robbers in the world who kill people, villains who kill Zhongliang, and count this as a homework report, so what's the use of me living? Manpower is sometimes poor, what should I do? ”

The melancholy hero's self-questioning and self-deprecation, the monks and monks around him were speechless, and as the old monk lowered his head and said Amitabha, the others whispered together.

"Kill, if you want sheep to have no sorrow, kill tigers, if you want to create a Buddha kingdom of bliss, the greatest truth is to kill all the unreasonable!"

"Let all the sins come to me, let me never recover, let me go to hell, and become an Asura King!"

The rain gradually intensified, wetting the bluestone slab, and the melancholy hero spit out a mouthful of thick blood, his breathing was finally smooth, and he suddenly laughed, laughing a little crazy, and a little enlightened, like returning to the light.

"Kill!"

The righteous people outside the temple heard it clearly, and someone shouted the most taboo word in the Buddhist gate.

"Kill!"

The melancholy hero's eyes are shining, and his face is evil.

The big and small monks were afraid of retreating by a killing word, and the old monk's back was cold, this temperament was no different from that of the eldest disciple when he went up the mountain.

The True Demon is back?

"Kill!"

This killing sound was like the ancient demon god looking up to the sky and drinking, shaking the sky and the earth.

The melancholy hero slapped his palm on the ground, and then flew over the temple gate and landed in front of the righteous man.

The next moment, with a single palm, he blasted the Eight Desolation Sword Shrine disciples who couldn't extricate themselves into a cloud of blood mist.

Zong Yang stood silently, protected by the crows and Yuan Ben who were like on the verge of the ghost gate, and witnessed the bloody slaughter of the reborn true demon.

After a long time, the outside of Sanzang Temple returned to death, and the bloody true demon returned to the center of the field, facing Sanzang Temple, folded his hands together, and said sincerely: "Please give the Dharma name Sanzang to Master." ”

The old monk stood inside the temple gate, smelling the fishy wind from surprise to enlightenment, and said: "Amitabha." ”

True Demon Sanzang turned to leave, a child suddenly ran out of the temple gate, all the way to the True Demon Sanzang, although the foot is the hell Shura field, but he is not half afraid, hurriedly grabbed the blood-stained big hand, as if holding the meaning of his life.

The true demon Sanzang looked sideways, the child looked up and smiled, and then the two held hands and quietly disappeared into the rain and fog.

People in the world are not born demons, and they seek demons only because there is no way in the world.

Boom.

There was a loud noise in the Sanzang Temple, the old monk ran to the Buddha hall with all the disciples, only to see the Buddha statue collapse and shatter for no reason, the old monk lost his mind for a long time, and only commanded: "Pack your luggage and go down the mountain with me." ”

The monks who had no opinions had already lost their souls by the killing outside the temple, and they no longer asked why, and went to the fasting room to clean up.

Zong Yang walked into the Buddhist hall, bowed to the old monk who knocked on the wooden fish, and asked, "Abbot, why do you want to leave the temple?" Are you afraid that things outside the temple will cause more trouble? ”

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish six more times, opened his eyes and asked, "Do you want to hear a story about Sanzang Temple?" ”

"Listen up." Zong Yang picked a futon and sat down, and the crow Yuan Ben also sat down.

The old monk seemed to like telling stories very much, completely forgot what happened before, and said with great interest: "The name of this temple is Sanzang, because the first generation of abbots who built the temple thousands of years ago was Master Sanzang. In order to carry forward the Zen Tao, the Sanzang Master was ordered by the emperor to learn the scriptures to the west, experienced nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and finally wrote thirty-five true scriptures, which are still hidden in the palace treasure pavilion, but now the empire worships the Tao and degrades the Buddha, and these supreme scriptures can only be dusted. Master Sanzang also realized the supreme realm of Zen Taoism, completed his merits, promoted to the great position, and sealed the true Buddha of Zhantan merits. Before Master Sanzang became a true Buddha, it is said that there was an old demon in Montenegro who wanted to borrow the Master's destiny to become a god, and finally Master Sanzang reasoned and said that he would destroy his soul, but Master Sanzang also planted evil causes and left a oracle: a great perfection of demons, a life of evil Buddhas. ”

Zong Yang seemed to grasp the ins and outs, and asked, "Reincarnation?" ”

The old monk nodded solemnly, the eldest disciple begged for Sanzang, and the Sanzang Buddha statue collapsed, all of which confirmed the oracle.

Zong Yang asked Yuan Ben, Yuan Ben couldn't perceive the cultivation of the reborn true demon just now, which means that he is at least above the land god fairyland, such a true demon, who has experienced the ups and downs of life, became a demon and believed in Buddha and then became a demon, and what he realized was actually a killing dao, and he didn't know what kind of bloody storm he would stir up in this world in the future.

The monks of all sizes came to the Buddha hall with their luggage, the monks had no valuables, and the luggage was very small, the old monk got up and left, and said: "The reincarnation of the Asura King is the calamity of this temple, and there will be no Sanzang Temple from now on." ”

The old monk took the big and small monks down the mountain in the rain, and when Zong Yang felt that there were only three brothers left in the Sanzang Temple, there were red clothes and red clothes coming.

I don't know when this storm on the mountain will stop.