"Amitabha."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

"Why do you want to increase your karma?"

The monk was still compassionate, clasped his hands together and bent down slightly.

At the moment of bending down, the ancient Dharma image emerges behind itself, and even the movements are consistent with it.

Jinguang Daisheng.

Disperse the surrounding dust and smoke directly.

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, looking at the ancient Buddhist appearance behind the monk, a look of disgust flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"For some reason, I see you now..."

"It's more annoying."

As the words fell, the middle-aged man slowly raised his arm and pressed down gently.

A swirling column of water fell out of mid-air and struck the monk.

"Ugh..."

"Your heart is in turmoil."

"I am compassionate."

The monk's tone was full of helplessness, and he gently turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

As soon as the Buddha bead turned, the solemn Dharma behind him suddenly moved.

The huge arms were slightly hemmed, like two iron gates, blocking the monk's face.

The torrent slanted in, was held back in front of the monk, and eventually flowed back onto the ground, soaking the earth.

"You can't kill me."

"It's better to retreat."

The monk spoke again.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly: "Why only defend and not attack?" ”

"I said we were family."

"The dearest family."

"So, how could I do anything to you?"

The monk raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes were so sincere.

"Hearing your words, the disgust in my heart is even worse."

"When I get my memories back..."

"Will come back to you."

The middle-aged man spoke lightly, and after determining that his current self could not kill the monk in front of him, he turned around decisively and gradually drifted away.

"The sea of Buddha is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

The monk sighed again, looking at the back of the middle-aged man who was far away, his eyes were so sincere.

Until he completely left in middle age, his gaze turned from compassion to violence almost instantly.

The weight of that anger is almost impossible to hide.

"You're still alive!"

"It's a pity..."

"Now I can't kill you."

The monk spoke lightly, looked at the dozens of believers in the distance, and then looked into the distance.

"There's no time left to play here."

"Presumably they should all know that my Lingshan... Returned. ”

"Next, it's time to find some old friends..."

The monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes, but when he walked back to the crowd, he returned to his compassionate attitude.

"Everyone..."

"This city is your Buddha field."

"I hope that by the time I return, this place has become a Buddha country, and everyone is good."

He looked at the many blessed ones and spoke softly.

In response to him, there were shouts full of passion.

In front of everyone's eyes, the monk was like an ascetic, with nothing to come and nothing to go.

It is still the simple monk's robe, a string of shabby Buddha beads, walking on the ruined ground, gradually moving away, but on the body, there seems to be light overflowing.

……

"That fat man surnamed Geng is very fast, and he is very smart."

After three days of cultivation, Zhao Gongdao has been able to move freely.

It was impossible to fight, and he didn't have the strength to carry a bucket of water, but it didn't prevent him from taking a slow walk in the yard.

Looking at the walls of the courtyard, Zhao Gongdao nodded with satisfaction: "It looks like an earthen wall, but it is watered with steel juice and painted on the outside." ”

"And the rockery, which looks like a stone, but the inner core is a piece of alloy."

"This material, even if it is fought again, will not be reduced to ruins as easily as it was at the beginning."

"The main thing is that the little fat man's mobility is really good."

"Such a big yard was renovated in three days."

"Even the overall shape is more beautiful than it was at the beginning."

Zhao Gongdao looked around.

What he was most satisfied with was that Geng Fatzi was very considerate and gave him a rocking chair alone.

It is placed not far from Su Yang.

And it seems...

More expensive!

It's even better!

Although Su Yang scoffed at this, Zhao Gongdao always lazily fell beside him, showing off the many functions on this rocking chair.

Tong Tong has been relatively tired in the past two days, and he always has to go back and forth in Suyang, the fool, and the lame.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of sick numbers.

And this also caused the dissatisfaction of the rest of the black street!

Those who participated in the battle, but who had a little scratch on their bodies, would inadvertently show their wounds to Tong Tong.

As a result, children need to be busy with more places.

"Oh, yes."

"Bixiao texted me."

"She bought a new phone, and she's currently in Springgrass City."

"It is said that she also got a car and picked it up on the side of the road."

"But Bixiao is really amazing, in just a few days, the car will drive."

"Also, when I had a video call with Bixiao yesterday, she was in a very good state and her smile was much brighter."

"She told me that she had heard a lot of myths and legends about their three sisters."

"And right in Springgrass City, there's a mountain."

"Everyone said that Yunxiao Niangniang had a manifestation, and she was going to take a look."

Zhao Gongdao was like an old father, sitting in a rocking chair, chattering with Su Yang, completely ignoring Su Yang's loveless expression.

"If I can carry a knife now, I will cut your mouth."

Su Yang tilted his head, looked at Zhao Gongdao, and said seriously.

Zhao Gongdao sneered: "But you can't carry a knife now." ”

"That's why I want to cut your mouth even more."

Su Yang responded.

But Zhao Gongdao seemed to be in a very happy mood: "We have all fallen into this tragic situation, there is only one mouth left to move, and if you don't chat, wouldn't you be bored to death." ”

"I'd rather enjoy solitude."

Su Yang opened his mouth quietly.

Zhao Gongdao chuckled: "But I don't want to, so you should continue to chat with me, you don't know, seeing Bixiao's current state, how much am I..."

"Can she really find the clouds?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Su Yang.

Su Yang looked at him silently: "You used the gossip map to calculate, if Yunxiao and Qiongxiao were still alive, would you only go to Bixiao..."

"If I'm not mistaken, you hid the gossip plot from her."

Zhao Gongdao's smile disappeared instantly.

"At first, I thought you were just lying to her."

"But now..."

"You seem to have lied to yourself."

Su Yang mended the knife again.

For a moment, the courtyard fell into absolute tranquility.

Zhao Gongdao didn't say a word, sat in the rocking chair, looking at the blue sky, a little distracted.

And Su Yang took the opportunity to enjoy this rare calm.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Zhao Gongdao finally came back to his senses and looked at the sky, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was explaining to Su Yang: "When people live, they always have to have some thoughts..."

"If even the last shred of hope is lost..."

"Soul..."

"And they dispersed."