In the realm of ten thousand Buddhas, there was still a land of ice and snow, and a young monk in a monk's robe walked alone, letting the wind and snow blow on his face, and there was only a calm color between his eyebrows.

His solitary steps seem to have a special charm, and every step is secretly zen, giving people the feeling that it will never stop.

However, he stopped abruptly, for there was already a girl with a sword standing in front of him. The girl's long hair fell casually on her shoulders, and in her hand she held a long sword that was half black and not gray, and lightly tapped it on the ground.

The monk felt the boiling killing intent on the other party's body, and couldn't help but bow his head lightly and said: "I don't know where the little monk offended the donor, let Shi take the initiative to kill with such murderous intent." ”

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes, only a cold murderous intent. The long sword was raised slightly, and her whole person directly cut through the space, and instantly appeared in front of the monk, and the long sword fell gently.

Although the long sword fell very lightly, the monk saw the incomparable power from it, and his expression gradually became serious.

I saw him put his hands on his chest, make a strange gesture, and then calmly pushed out with his palm, directly colliding with the girl's sword.

A muffled snort came from the monk's mouth, and his whole body was split and flew out, but then his right foot touched the ground lightly, and his figure swept away into the distance like a swimming dragon. But before he could take a step, the girl flashed in front of him again, and another sword fell.

The monk's face finally changed slightly, he didn't expect the other party's body method to be so weird, and it was too late to change his moves, so he had to meet the sword with his palm again.

The first sword left a bloody mark on his palm, and the second sword fell in the same position impartially, but fortunately, the monk's hard skills were amazing, so the two swords did not really hurt him, but the golden light on the palm of his hand turned as usual.

The two swords seem to have failed to achieve merit, but those who really understand the Buddhist exercises know that this is just the hard work of the monks still playing a role, and the golden light fluctuations in the palms are a sign that they are about to break the gong.

The girl was so powerful that this time she didn't even give the monk a chance to escape, and instantly flashed behind the monk and slashed out a sword. The monk had no choice but to stretch out his palm again to take the sword.

He didn't dare to block it with his back in the future, because the opponent's body was too subtle, and he couldn't judge whether the opponent still had strength before. If the enemy has not attacked with all his strength before, then he will probably be the source of defeat if he takes a hard blow in the future.

After repeating this several times, the monk's palm was already dripping with blood, and the sword wound was so severe that he could see the bones, but the monk's face was still calm, as if he was not the one who was injured.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he relied entirely on his perception to determine the enemy's next possible landing point, believing that if he could succeed once, it would be a chance to break the current predicament.

The air flow fluctuations around the body converge in the bottom of the heart, holding a Zen heart and not moving, allowing the other party to slash one sword after another on both hands......

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded out of thin air, and just when the girl dodged again, a pair of bloody fleshy palms were pushed out of thin air, and the girl also happened to appear in this position at this time, and her palms hit the girl's lower abdomen hard.

The girl suddenly spat blood and flew out, and the monk slowly opened his eyes, with his firm Zen heart, at this moment, there was inevitably a trace of the aftermath of the catastrophe, and there was a trace of almost imperceptible relaxation.

But at this moment, a pitch-black short sword stabbed out of thin air from the void and took the back of the monk's head.

A trace of black qi emerged from the short sword, and the monk felt that countless demons were growing in his heart, and in an instant, he drilled into the flaw he had just given birth to, tearing his Buddha heart apart.

Countless hallucinations breed in the sea of monks' consciousness, and the pain of red dust desires, vast avenues, and years of penance that cannot be relieved all came to my heart at this moment. Although his self-control as an ascetic allowed him to adjust his state of mind in the blink of an eye, the enemy would not give him this time.

The monk's face finally showed a sad look, he knew that the strength of the other party was actually inferior to his own, even if he was two enemies and one himself, it was not without a chance of winning, but the timing of the other party's choice was too good.

The girl fought hard to create such a perfect opportunity at the cost of being seriously injured, and the monk knew that he could not escape.

"Poof!" the short sword sank into the back of the monk's head, and blood splattered out, and the picture seemed to freeze.

I don't know how long it has been, Chu Yanlan dragged the sword and dragged the seriously injured body back here, Chu He still maintained the posture of holding the Nine Turns Heart Demon Sword and stabbing into the back of the monk's head, and it seemed that there had been no change until now.

Chu Yanlan's face changed slightly, of course she could see that although the monk was no longer alive, the Buddha-nature aura around her body was condensed, and little by little she traced back along the Heart Demon Sword, completely enveloping Chu He.

"It's really a disadvantage. Chu Yanlan shook her head helplessly and said to herself, "I just found an ascetic monk to practice, but I didn't expect to meet a monk who has attained the Tao...... His Dao heart is too weak, shouldn't he be transformed like this?"

Buddhist monks have a saying that whether they die naturally or die on the spot, they can choose to condense their Buddha nature into relics, or they can spread out of their bodies and try to transform the people around them.

However, few Buddhist monks generally choose the latter, because this kind of transformation effect is not strong, and it can only make people who are not firm in their minds have a heart for the Buddha, and it may fade over time.

Rather than this, it is better to let the Buddha nature gather in the relics and leave it for future generations to quietly comprehend.

Chu Yanlan didn't know what kind of mind this monk had in order to condense all her Buddha nature on Chu He, but she was really worried about Chu He's situation now.

It didn't take long for her to see Chu He pull out the short sword suddenly, and after being stunned for a moment, she suddenly kicked the monk's body down with a fierce kick, and sneered: "Just because you are a great monk, you still want Lao Tzu to change to a vegetarian diet?"

After he came back to his senses, he found that Chu Yanlan was looking at him strangely, and couldn't help coughing lightly: "Where are the Buddha relics you said?"

"Relics are not available to anyone, and I have a secret method to refine them. Chu Yanlan sneered, and said to herself without asking Chu He how to survive the transformation of Buddha nature.

The golden pill of Daomen is not a treasure, and it has no inheritance, so not many people covet it. However, the relics of Buddhism are the world's most famous treasures, and if they were well captured, the Buddhist monks would have been killed long ago.

At least in the common cognition, the relics will only be left on their own initiative when the monks are seated, and I have never heard of anyone who can forcibly refine them.

And Chu Yanlan sat cross-legged on the spot, and a miserable white flame suddenly appeared from his fingertips, burning the monk's body into ashes in a moment, leaving only a black round object.