"Traitor, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, betrayed the Buddha, and threw yourself into the devil's path, and sooner or later you will not die well!"

The old monk glared angrily at the black-robed human, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Master, Master, are you alright? Woowoo...... Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you back then, preaching and receiving karma?"

The little monk Huineng had tears on his face, and ran over to help the old monk up, his eyes full of anger and sadness.

The black-robed man was slightly shocked, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, but then he became indifferent and ruthless and said, "Little junior brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless today!"

"Don't you think about it!"

The old monk's face was like gold paper, revealing a miserable but resolute look.

"I don't know whether to live or die! In that case, then the temple will be destroyed today!"

The black-robed man's eyes were blazing with murderous intent, and he instantly rushed towards the old monk and the little monk.

The old monk is now at the end of his crossbow, on the verge of limit, and there is no way to resist it, so he can only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of clear tears flowed out.

Let's die, but it's a pity that the inheritance of the Panruo Temple is broken, and Huineng is still young and has to follow him to die.

Bang!

But at this moment, a black streamer was almost to the extreme, and it instantly attacked the black-robed man, containing an incomparably terrifying power, so that the black-robed man couldn't help but change his complexion, and he didn't dare to take it with his palm, so he hurriedly sacrificed a red-gold ring knife, bursting out with a powerful and incomparable holy might, and slashed down towards the black streamer.

Click!

The terrifying divine light exploded, and the black-robed man only felt as if he had hit an incomparably hard primeval sacred mountain, and suddenly his whole body trembled violently, and the ring knife in his hand was directly broken.

The black streamer was a small black mark, which directly hit the black-robed man's chest, blasting him away!

"Who are you?"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, staring at a figure flying from a distance.

It was a young man in white, heroic and extraordinary, with a transcendent temperament, black hair flying, and extremely cold eyes, containing a trace of strong killing intent!

It's Lingxiao!

"Surrender to the demons, deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and everyone will be punished! How do you want to die?"

Ling Xiao stared at the black-robed man and said coldly.

Ling Xiao originally didn't plan to meddle in things, but when he found out that this black-robed man turned out to be a disciple of Buddhism who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, took refuge in the demon clan, and turned his head to kill his mentor and junior brother, Ling Xiao was immediately enraged.

The remnants of the demon clan, deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, no matter which one you have, you must die, there is no room for negotiation!

"Just by virtue of your cultivation of the second and half saints, you really think that you have a powerful holy treasure, and you dare to spread wild in front of this seat? Boy, this holy treasure of yours is good, this seat laughs at it!"

The black-robed man sneered and said, and suddenly there was a murderous flash in his eyes, and a black-gold demon-slaying pestle appeared in his palm, thick and ancient, exuding a powerful holy might.

The top-level half-saint treasure just now was directly smashed by Fantian Yin, and the black-robed people knew that Fantianyin was extraordinary, so they directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao was just a second-turn half-saint cultivator, relying on the power of the holy treasure, and there was nothing to fear at all.

"It turned out to be the Fantian Seal of the War God Temple? Could it be that he is the new Lord of the War Temple?"

The old monk in the distance, with a look of surprise in his eyes, muttered to himself.

"Fantian Seal of the God of War Temple, Master, can this benefactor beat Senior Brother Huixin? If we can't beat it, then we will all be miserable!"

Hui Neng stared at her cute big eyes, and said with some expectation and some worry.

"Don't worry! With the seal of the sky, he will definitely not lose! Huineng, remember that you are not allowed to call Senior Brother Huixin in the future, he is a traitor, you must kill him in the future, and avenge my Panruo Temple!"

The old monk stared at Hui Neng and said, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and his breath instantly became extremely weak, almost running out of oil.

The old monk was already seriously injured, and this time he fought hard to consume the source of life and Huixin, but the result was even more injured, and it was already a return to the light.

He has held on until now, and after seeing Ling Xiao appear, Huineng was safe and sound, and suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Master, Master, you can't die, what if you die, what will I do?" Master, woo woo woo ......"

The little monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face was full of uncontrollable tears, and he cried very sadly, and his face was crying.

"Silly boy, no matter how happy life is, no matter how bitter it is to die, I just returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If you can enter the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool one day, maybe we will have a time to meet again! Huineng, follow him in the future, he should be a good person!"

The old monk smiled at Hui Neng, his face was full of kindness and reluctance, and he touched Hui Neng's little head, and the breath of the whole person became weaker and weaker.

Airplanes!

The old monk sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, looked compassionate, and recited the scriptures silently: "Meditation is at ease."

Bodhisattvas, when they are deep in Prajnaparamita, they see that the aggregates are empty, and they overcome all suffering. ”

"The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to do it......"

As the old monk's chanting sounded, the surrounding void was filled with brilliant Buddha light, as if the door of the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue fell, the void shook in all directions, and the old monk's body began to slowly turn into a rain of light.

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, and touch......"

“...... Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra to say: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para Sangha reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha. ”

As the old monk's last verse was recited, his whole body was crystal bright, and instantly turned into a brilliant rain of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk Huineng clasped his palms together and said the Buddha name lightly, choked up in his mouth, and burst into tears.

Bang!

And Ling Xiao controlled Fantianyin and Huixin's demon-slaying pestle collided, and immediately smashed Huixin out again, directly smashing the mountain wall in the distance into a human-shaped hole.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and at this moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk Huadao, and suddenly couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in his heart, but the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.