In the face of my questioning, the expression on the face of the great monk did not change, and he was still solemn, and those who didn't know thought that he was the Buddha in the world, and I was the devil with great sin.

"Amitabha, Master Li, as a decent person, should abide by his duty and not be associated with evil spirits." The words of the great monk are round, as if the Buddha is alive, and the white lotus is in full bloom.

I can't help but think of a sentence, in the face of hypocritical justice, you are either crazy or resigned to fate.

I sneered and gradually became expressionless, and asked, "What do you call the two masters!" ”

There is an unwritten rule in the Xuan world, Pingshui does not ask where it comes from, and it passes by without asking about its name.

asked, there are two situations, one is to remember gratitude, and the other is to hold grudges.

The great monk clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha, old man Fachuan." ”

The warrior monk said: "Little monk Shangkun." ”

I nodded.

took half a step back and gave Huang Jiu a look.

Huang Jiu had endured it a long time ago, and when he saw me let him speak, he immediately sneered: "Who should I be, it turns out to be Fahai's grandson, the sea is inclusive!" ”

Shang Kun scolded: "Huang Jiu, don't take advantage of your tongue. Today you have to pay it, and you have to pay it if you don't. ”

He said that he opened the posture and played a set of Shaolin seventy-two stunts, I don't know which one it is, anyway, it is a tiger and a tiger, a board and a glance.

Huang Jiu squinted his eyes, looked at Fachuan and said, "Fahai's grandson, just say a word, is this hurdle okay today, or can't you get through it?" ”

Fachuan said calmly: "Amitabha, it is the duty of my Buddhist disciples to subdue demons and eliminate demons. I don't go to hell, who does. ”

Hearing this, Huang Jiu took half a step back.

I asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, your mouth is not sharp?" ”

Huang Jiudao: "Talking to this kind of person is tiring. ”

Indeed, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and people are the most disgusting.

Huang Jiu put his hands in his pockets after retreating, and he had the meaning of doing it.

I also know that this matter can't be good today, but if the fight really starts and the blood thorn doesn't break out, the two of us may not be their opponents.

I glanced at the Korean language on the side, and slashed the two ogres, he had already collected his sword, and although the people were standing aside, no one could guess whether he would do it or not.

It is said that the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, but human feelings.

I think that's.

Now there is no more sophistication in the rivers and lakes, only fists and interests.

Without fists and interests, it is worthless.

I took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to make a move, after all, this is Peach Blossom Road.

What's more, if he wants to take a bloody stinger, it depends on whether he has the ability to do it.

The blood thorn spun in my hand, and then threw it at Fachuan, and after landing on the ground, it was stuck straight on the ground, emitting a bright red light under the candlelight.

I said, "I handed over the things, whether I can take them away or not depends on your ability." ”

As I spoke, I turned to the two ogres I had slain, crouched down to retrieve their weapons.

"Amitabha." Shang Kun stepped forward with a strong step, and blocked my hand with his arm.

The moment I made contact, I felt like I had touched a spring, and my wrist was flicked back by his muscles.

Shang Kun said: "Master Li, the things on their bodies belong to my Buddhism, and they should belong to my Buddhism." ”

I frowned slightly, there is a Jinguang Temple in the world?

But looking at Shang Kun who was in the way, I didn't make a move.

There are two kinds of monks, either ringing the bell and chanting the Buddha all day long, or practicing martial arts every day.

Shang Kun is clearly the latter.

If it really fights, Huang Jiu may not be able to get any benefits.

Huang Jiu sneered: "I also said that why are you busy with these two people, it turns out that you have taken a fancy to other people's magic weapons." ”

"It's really a little chick peeing, each with its own way, you guys have opened my eyes to the ninth master."

Huang Jiu was angry, but he was stopped by me.

After all, it is not wise to challenge the profession as an amateur. Let's see if Bloodthorn can teach them a lesson.

Fa Chuan clasped his hands together, and Bao Xiang solemnly sang Amitabha, and then walked towards the blood thorn.

The breath of the Dao realm on his body was released, and his soul was manifested, as if there was a heavenly light born behind his head, like a Buddha who saved suffering.

After approaching the blood thorn, he took off the Buddha bead from his neck, shook it in his hand, and wrapped it from the palm to the wrist, and the palm cushioned the Buddha bead, and then grabbed the blood thorn.

If the blood thorn is in my hand, facing Fachuan and Shang Kun, the souls inside may not react.

After all, these two people are not inherently heinous.

The blood thorns burst out of power before, and it was also because of those two ogres.

But if he takes it by force, it will be different.

Looking at Fachuan and Shang Kun, I was quite helpless.

Sometimes, justice is just so ridiculous.

A person like Fakawa, if he wants to kill someone, he just needs to move his mouth.

However, seeing Fa Chuan's hand approaching the blood thorn, the Dao Qi in my body was also running wildly.

If he can really suppress the blood thorn, I won't hesitate to shoot directly.

However, the moment he came into contact with the blood thorns, the blood thorns shone brightly, illuminating the entire courtyard in blood red, and for a while, the smoke of gunpowder was filled.

The moment the loud charge horn sounded, Fa Chuan snorted, and his throat squirmed, as if he wanted to hold his breath.

But after only a few seconds, he couldn't hold it anymore and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

One hundred and eight souls appeared at the same time, they were ragged and covered in blood, but their sharp eyes revealed a murderous aura that captured people's hearts.

Poof!

Shang Kun's face suddenly changed, and he knelt down in front of one of them, his forehead pressed against the ground.

Fa Chuan was stunned for a moment, his expression became panicked, and he hurriedly sorted out his clothes, folded his hands, and knelt on the ground.

Huang Jiu and I were stunned for a moment, not knowing what they meant.

The vision of the bloodstab did not last long, and then disappeared.

Fachuan monk Kun waited for a few seconds before he got up, his face was no longer public, and he bowed his waist slightly and said: "Master Li, the old monk has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he offended a lot just now, and I hope to forgive me." ”

Their changes made me a little confused for a while.

Huang Jiu sneered, pointed at the blood thorn and asked, "Is it a magic weapon, a murder weapon, or a magic weapon?" ”

Panicking Tianwei, Fa Chuan didn't dare to speak. Master Li, Lord Huang take care, Lao Wei has other things, so don't bother. He said, turning hurriedly.

Shang Kun hurriedly followed.

The two of them came and went in a hurry.

Huang Jiu picked the back of his head and said, "What's wrong with these two bald donkeys?" Is this to see Shakyamuni? Runs faster than a rabbit. ”

I let out a long sigh, and it was best not to do anything here.

I picked up the blood thorn, gently stroked my hand on the thorn, and said, "In the turbulent era, both the Buddha and the Tao have paid a great price. ”

Among the one hundred and eight souls, I am afraid that there are ancestors of Jinguang Temple.

I looked at the back of Fachuan and Shang Kun leaving, and my feelings were extremely complicated.

Sometimes, it's really hard to define good and evil.

Jin Qiaoqiao was thinking about the magic weapons on the two corpses, and he was about to search for them, but I stopped him, and I turned back to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, there is a lot of trouble, and the corpse will be bothered by the shopkeeper to deal with it." ”

The shopkeeper said with a hippie smile: "No problem, there will be fresh donkey meat tomorrow." ”