Zhang Qing came back to his senses, and the whole person collapsed in the main hall, and the Buddha statue looked at him condescendingly, not angry and arrogant.

"Damn the Hidden Monk."

He didn't expect that there would be such a big pit waiting for him in this futon.

The whole person seemed to be crushed, and then it was crushed over and over again by a huge grinding disc, and Zhang Qing couldn't raise his hand if he wanted to, let alone mobilize his mana.

Mana is infinite, and under that palm is a joke.

After a long time, Zhang Qing was finally able to struggle to get up, but he felt that the whole person was divided into countless parts.

He tried to raise his right hand, but his left toe flicked.

Trying to open his eyelids, his nose twitched, and the palm not only shattered him, but also shuffled and reassembled his pieces.

"Well, it can't be the place of a Buddha, right?" Thinking of the picture he had seen before, Zhang Qing was afraid for no reason.

Can this futon connect to the place of a Buddha?

"Again?"

"All beings in the world are Buddhas, what can be called betrayal? The great monk just changed the temple and continued to believe in your Buddha. ”

Looking at the dragon shadow under Lingyin's arm, the old monk of the Battle Buddha narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That palm slapped me even more finely than I imagined." Zhang Qing was helpless, although his body was still intact, in fact, every inch of his flesh and blood was torn into millions of tiny particles.

"Is that going to betray the temple?"

Outside that night, Ling Yin felt the shocking energy in the void pouring inward.

"Can you stop it?" Lingyin returned to the small hall and looked at the Buddha statue, the gold paint below was about to fall off, and it seemed that he had saved me once afterward.

"In the past, the morning bell of the great monk was sufficient." The calamity is also progress, and the time for Hou Ling to hit the bell has been divided.

Ling Yin looked at the old monk of the Battle Buddha, I believe very much, that old guy knows everything.

When—

"Occasionally, the little compassion temple happened, and the old monk had to delay his return." The old monk clasped his hands together, "The donor seems to be in good shape." ”

I dare to go too far, after all, there is no threat of natural disasters in the Xiaobei Temple, if the bronze bell is there, what if the Buddha statue is only used to block the natural disaster?

"Damn it!" The dragon roared in both arms, Lingyin knelt on one knee, his fists frantically slammed under the small ground, and the deafening sound of the ground spread dozens of miles away.

So, it's too much to get paid, right?

Lingyin didn't have time to pay attention to me, the pain from all over my body made me tremble, and at this moment, no matter what means, there was a way to help me relieve that pain.

What are you going to do when he's gone? Lingyin stared at the calamity, forbidding the former to be like himself.

"The little master was not lucky enough to see the real Buddha, and he really didn't have a small chance."

It's just that what I had thought about was that before watching Lingyin collect the fragments of the bronze bell, the calamity also joined in.

"Donor, his physical body is too strong." There was finally a hint of pride in his eyes, and his expression was very backward, in order to let Lingyin drink it all in one gulp, I also took great pains.

"So slow?" Ling Yin's expression was surprised, "The junior finished cleaning the portal very late?" ”

"That's ......" Doom narrowed his eyes and looked at the two lotus leaf bowls.

"If you go up like that, the natural disasters inside will be stopped." Hou Ling said.

The natural disasters in the Xiaobei Temple are still continuing, and the bell and the Buddha statue seem to be able to be completely dispelled, but the bad thing is that Lingyin still does not feel that the Xiaobei Temple is not supported and there are signs of living.

Seeing that scene, Hou Ling also lost his belief and drank the spring water in another bowl.

But in the days before, Ling Yin picked up a fragment from under the bronze bell, and the former was also shrinking in size at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The little master of calamity is bad and low." Hou Ling naturally has no way.

Doom took a lotus leaf bowl and drank the water directly in it, and the whole person in front of him emitted golden light, and the golden body rose back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few days later, Zhang Qing was barely able to mobilize the mana in his body, and his mobility was reduced to a minimal.

Hearing that answer, Ling Yin finally understood that the monk had really changed, what to change the temple, you must know that outside it is the Buddha country in the palm of Dou Zhangqing, and all Buddhist cultivators are Dou Zhangqing's believers.

It is enough to come to find trouble, and the spirit is anxious.

"Let's go hit the bell first." Coming to the west, Ling Yin looked at the broken bronze bell behind him and took a deep breath, "Old monk, don't blame you for leaving him a family background." ”

"Donor, you're meeting again." Doom said to Ling Yin with his hands folded, and walked back on his own.

It's just that the dimness of the sky in the inner realm makes my expression so nervous.

Zhang Qing couldn't think, so he could only recover his body first.

"That's all the compassion of your Buddha, and the great monk uses it, and it is also a devotion to your Buddha's faith."

"However, this slap made me see the most fundamental composition of flesh and blood." Zhang Qing pondered, he didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"He's like that, is he really going to be struck by lightning? For example, this Buddha came down from heaven and gave him a slap? ”

On top of the natural disaster, there was one less person in the Xiaobei Temple, which made Hou Ling less restrained.

Before his thoughts gradually recovered, Ling Yin felt that he had received a palm from this giant Buddha, probably to protect the old monk Hou Ling from the disaster, and the other party definitely knew what would happen if I sat under the futon for a long time.

The Temple of Compassion lost two people whose bodies were split, and it lasted until ...... The day of the return of the old monk of the Battle Buddha.

"Isn't there anything the juniors can do?"

The face of the doom was fierce, "The great monk believes in your Buddha, and this heart is pious, why does the Buddha reward you?" ”

What the calamity betrayed was the temple where the heart was presiding, but the faith of Dou Zhangqing in front of him.

"Donor, the great monk is about to crack." The doom said with some difficulty, under my body, there were no dense cracks like spider webs, which were the most deadly for Buddhist cultivators who practiced the golden body.

It was blazing, and her whole body seemed to be burned, which made Hou Ling happy.

The bell sounded melodiously, mixed with the sound of metal cracking, and when it was young, Hou Ling picked up the fragments in the ground and headed towards the small hall.

If it weren't for Zhang Qing's divine soul being quite strong, this alone would be enough to make him helpless.

"The spring of Lingshan, the old monk once met the Buddha, and he was given this spring to repair the scars under their bodies."

"You haven't been short yet...... Did you chant and hit the bell? Ling Yin remembered one thing, and sure enough, when he came to the sky, the pitch-white sandstorm swept in again, and the natural disaster that time was even more terrible than after.

The old monk's palms were spread out, and two bowls made of lotus leaves floated in the void, containing a transparent liquid, like clear water.

"What the donor said is very true, but the natural disaster kills the dead monk, and the monk will leave very late."

"The host walked too slowly, and it was difficult for the monk to follow for a while, so he returned there, planning to practice in Xiaobei Temple for a while."

That kind of is very late, reflected in all aspects, such as the doom almost no time is to sit under this futon, chanting to the Buddha statue, such as the doom as long as it is chanting and hitting the bell, will take a broom to clean all corners of the Xiaobei Temple, with a pious expression.

It's just that on that day, Xiaobei Temple ushered in a quick guest.

Looking at the calamity of the cracks all over his body, Ling Yin tightened the smile on his skin.