That day, Zhuge returned to Tibet and left Yanyu Building, all the heroes saw that they had no chance with the treasure map, Luo Jiang was withdrawn by nature, and he had a look of rejection thousands of miles away, and the other people lived in a simple place, and they easily did not show up, even if they wanted to form an incense relationship with Yanyulou, they couldn't start, and they said goodbye.

Although the monk is not dead, he tries to get his hands on the treasures, but after being defeated by Murong Yunsheng with one palm, he knows that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, and he does not dare to be too presumptuous.

With a group of entourage, he dragged the iron cage where Hui Ling was imprisoned and prepared to return home. In the iron cage, Hui Ling was already disheartened, thinking that by taking advantage of this group of heroes, a good man who saw injustice on the road could draw a sword to help and save himself from the dire situation, but Zhuge Guizang and other top masters were not willing, and he was not good at taking the initiative to ask for help.

A group of people and horses walked halfway, and more than a dozen monks stopped on the road in front of them, all of them staring at each other, their eyes were like copper bells, as if they were about to erupt fire. Can't straddle the horse, sneered, he didn't recognize the group of monks in front of him, but the one in the robe at the head had some impressions, and he didn't have to think about it to know that this group of bald donkeys was coming for the Hui Ling behind him.

Sure enough, the middle-aged monk at the head walked out of the crowd, pointed at the halberd, and shouted: "You thief, hurry up and release my abbot brother!Otherwise, the monks of my Jinguang Temple will not be able to spare you!" It's funny. Huifa glanced at the senior brother who collapsed in the iron cage, was furious, and shouted: "It's not right for you to be domineering and evil, no matter what pickling methods you use to hurt my senior brother, today the poor monk vows to take him out of here!"

The wisdom of the Dharma is not weak, and the Dharma is also profound, but in the face of such strong words, I feel speechless for a while, clenching my fists and saying nothing. can't be aggressive: "Since you are bent on death, Uncle Ben will send you to the west to see the Buddha as soon as possible!" After speaking, a horse's belly was clamped, falling from the sky like an eagle fighting a rabbit, and the iron fist pointed directly at Huifa. The latter steadied his horse and raised his arms to block, even though he was protected by an iron cloth shirt, he was still repelled several feet away by a punch. Huifa's arms trembled slightly, his heart was shocked, he had been practicing diligently for more than a month, but this guy didn't see faster progress for a few days, and he was cowardly for a while, and he couldn't let him breathe, and he bullied himself again, a pair of iron fists danced like a tiger, and Huifa didn't dare to fight-for-tat, so he had to retreat while fighting.

Jinguang Temple martial arts is the most imposing, although he is not able to cultivate, but if he is fearless, he can fight to the outside of a hundred moves, but he is cowardly without fighting, and he can't show his magical powers, and he has been forced to be in danger of less than ten moves. Seeing that Huifa blindly retreated, he didn't dare to fight head-on, he couldn't sneer, and stood still with his arms folded around his chest: "You bald donkey not only has a very tight mouth, but also has no bad footwork." Huifa heard the sarcasm in his words, his face did not change, rescuing the senior brother was the most important thing, and he did not want to do more verbal disputes, and said in a deep voice to the monks behind him: "Tie the Arhat stick array!" The monks agreed, picked up the wooden sticks and hugged them, and they could not surround them, and the ten sticks were fired together, covering the sky and the sun.

couldn't move like a mountain, let the wooden stick add to his body, he didn't care at all, and he still couldn't help but laugh in his mouth: "This stick is not bad, just for the master to tickle me." Not to mention the Arhat stick method, even if the Buddha comes into the world, the old man's iron fists will knock him down from the world!" The strong attack came, and the monks fell to the ground, shocked. Huifa also frowned two thick eyebrows, it turned out that this Arhat stick formation is only the basic formation, Jinguang Temple is not without a more intelligent formation, but now the master in the temple retreats, disappears, and now most of the monks in the temple are mediocre, only this "Arhat stick array" with tacit understanding, with this array against the enemy is a helpless move.

Huifa knew that the disciples were far from being invincible, and he didn't want them to give up their lives in vain, so he ordered the monks to retreat, and he himself met the invincible iron fist. The latter laughed wildly: "The monk is sensible in the end, he just scratched the itch, and he came to send the muscles and bones to his grandfather." The two fists were like thunder, and the torrential rain smashed on Huifa's body. Even if there is a miracle to protect the body, the iron fist smashed on the body is also quite painful, Huifa is full of blood rolling, the body is red and swollen, obviously about to be unable to support, the opponent's internal force seems to be endless, the fist momentum does not decline at all, Huifa knows that such a blind beating, after all, is not the way, since the head-to-head confrontation is not the opponent, then win with the body, can not be tall and leg, think far less flexible than themselves.

As soon as he thought of this, he gathered his internal strength on his legs, and with the help of the wind of his fist, his body rose from the ground, jumped up, and jumped behind him. Sure enough, he couldn't be tall and his movements were far less swift than his own, Huifa was overjoyed, clenched his fists, and slammed down on his heart! This punch was powerful and had the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, but it could not be killed with one blow! Seeing that his fists were about to touch his back, the latter's right arm reversed, poked out from under his armpit in a strange posture, clamped Huifa's wrist, and threw him to the ground in a volley! The force was so great that it smashed the land out of a deep pit. couldn't be puzzled, and kept picking up Huifa's body and smashing it to the ground.

The speed was too fast, Hui Fa's ears were whistling, and he couldn't just use brute force, the giant palm tightened around Hui Fa's wrist to prevent him from escaping, and at the same time, a domineering force continued to flow into Hui Fa's body, crushing his body protection true qi. Under the heavy pressure, Huifa only felt that all the internal organs seemed to be twisted together, and every impact hurt the lungs, and he could no longer support it, and the seven orifices were oozing blood.

Can't continue to be violent, continued a stick of incense, Huifa's whole body has long been blurred with flesh and blood, during which the monks of Jinguang Temple wanted to come to the rescue, but they were shocked by the can't shout, and no one dared to step forward. In the iron cage, Hui Ling opened his eyes weakly, looked at the tragic situation in front of him and burst into tears, and begged: "Enough, you let my junior brother go, and give you the life of the little monk." You can't sneer: "You are also worthy of negotiating terms with me? You cheap old man wants to take it at any time! Since this bald donkey is looking for his own death, don't blame my subordinates for showing no mercy." After speaking, he pulled Huifa by the throat and lifted him high.

At this moment, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and it was pouring rain in an instant, and the body like a mountain was in the rain curtain, as if the demon king had come to the world, which made everyone present shudder.

couldn't lift the muddy Huifa, and laughed: "Thief bald donkey, do you accept it?" Huifa was paralyzed at the moment, unable to lift up a trace of strength, gritted his teeth, and spit a mouthful of blood on his face. The latter was furious: "The thief is bald and looking for death!" punched the corner of Huifa's mouth, knocked out a few teeth, and broke his limbs one by one with a cruel smile. Hui Ling is in a cage and can't bear to look at it anymore.

Just when he couldn't prepare to kill Huifa with a punch, a lightning bolt crossed the sky, and at the same time, a Buddha horn sounded not far away, and he couldn't let go of his fist, and everyone turned his head to look, only to see a seven or eight-year-old child with a round bald head, wearing sackcloth, looking nondescript, striding from behind. Can't let go of the already fragile Huifa, looked at the visitor with interest, and made a look, the eagle dog who was originally gloating on the side understood, and stopped in front of the child with a wicked smile.

The little bald head looked at the group of people in front of him, he was not afraid, he shuttled through it like a swimming fish, and his small fist kept swinging, and the scene was a mess.

It turned out that this child was Hui Ling's new apprentice Liu Jia after going down the mountain, although he had not followed Hui Ling for a long time, but his Buddha nature was very deep, and his martial arts were already quite good. It was Hui Ling's sudden farewell, Liu Jia's mind was delicate, knowing that the master was going to find revenge on the big evil man he had said, and he waited for three days, but he still didn't see the master return safely, but he left his hometown and ran around looking for the master's traces. But after all, he was only seven or eight years old, and he was penniless, so he could only walk over on his legs. When I got closer, the master was locked in a cage, and a giant man next to him was beating another monk.

Although there are many people who can't follow, Liu Jiaren has a small fist, where is this group of rabble his opponents, and all the kung fu of a cup of tea was knocked to the ground, wailing bitterly. Can't seem to care about the life or death of his subordinates, and looked at Liu Jia coldly. The people of Jinguang Temple were also full of doubts, not knowing who this little doll was.

I couldn't see that the entourage was all knocked to the ground, wailing bitterly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Little ghost, are you also the bald donkey of Jinguang Temple?" Liu Jia looked at Hui Ling in the iron cage, and replied: "I'm here to find my master." Only then did everyone understand that this little baby was a newly accepted disciple of Hui Ling. can't sneer: "The dignified Jinguang Temple, there is not even a master, and it is necessary to rely on this little doll to get ahead." He laughed.

When did Liu Jia see such a scene, he said that he was not afraid that it was fake, and he didn't know how to answer, but the master treated him very well, and he had to take the master out of here no matter what. In the iron cage, Hui Ling roared loudly with all his might: "Liu Jia, run, you are not his opponent!" Surprisingly, Liu Jia, who has always been very obedient, did not do what the master said this time, but walked closer step by step, and put his hands together and said: "Donor, I hope you will let my master and the monks go?" The corners of his mouth could not be hooked: "Little bald donkey, full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, if Lao Tzu does not let go, what can you do to me?"

It's strange to say, when you meet someone who can't be this kind of crazy demon, if you replace it with an ordinary child, you have already been scared and galloping, but Liu Jia is not afraid, and recites the Buddha's name with his hands together: "Amitabha, life is in the world, but for a hundred years, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." "Can't laugh angrily, he didn't find trouble with this little hairy child, but he enlightened himself, and said angrily: "You keep saying that you will become a Buddha, Lao Tzu will send you to the west to see the Buddha today!" and listened to Liu Jia said unhurriedly: "Three thousand prosperous, a snap of the fingers, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand, since the donor is a mortal fetus, sooner or later he will also ascend to the Western Bliss, and meet my Buddha like a little monk, so what is the difference between dying early and dying late?"

Can't Buddha nature is not weak, just because the teacher Fa Ming died for no reason, the heart of the devil, no one to suppress and solve, this is the road to extremes, Liu Jia's words are in line with Buddhism, can not be a heart, and then said angrily: "Good boy, dare to talk nonsense to hurt my Dao heart, looking for death!" The mountain-like body was like a feather arrow, shooting at Liu Jia. The latter had seen his parents die tragically when he was young, and he had already looked down on everything when he came here, but after all, he was not yet ten years old, and when it came to the end, he was still afraid and forgot to dodge for a while.

Seeing that Liu Jia was about to die on the spot, the monks of Jinguang Temple couldn't save him, Hui Ling let out an angry roar, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Suddenly, time seemed to stand still, and memories of the scenes came to Huiling's heart, he went up the mountain, apprenticed to learn art, Buddhism became small, the Buddha's heart was blocked, he went down the mountain to accept apprentices, and he was humiliated if revenge was not successful, and the marquee generally appeared in his mind. I seem to have returned to my childhood, and I heard the sound of the master beating the wooden fish in my ears, and Fa Ming's thin figure appeared in front of him, and asked himself kindly: "Hui Ling, where is the Buddha?" Different from the answer of the Buddha in the West Heaven when he was young, this time Hui Ling's eyes burst out with golden light, and he said loudly: "The Buddha is in the heart!"

Can't be menacing with an iron fist, where can Liu Jia hide, seeing that he is about to die on the spot in the next moment, only to hear a loud noise, Hui Ling actually broke through the iron cage with a broken body, and blocked in front of Liu Jia in a shock, and he couldn't resist a thunderous blow. Liu Jia had already closed his eyes and was waiting to die, but after waiting for a while, only a few drops of warmth were sprinkled on his face, and he still couldn't help but open his eyes and look, only to see a figure in front of him, it was the master, Liu Jia's eyes were hazy with tears, and he panicked for a while.

Suddenly, Hui Ling stretched out his hand, wiped the tears on his face for the apprentice, and said softly: "Don't cry, apprentice, the master is fine." Liu Jia looked at the letter suspiciously, and saw that although the master was covered in blood, his face was radiant, and he sniffled and stopped his tears.

Can't be slightly frightened, others don't know the mystery, but he is clear, not to mention that Hui Ling's limbs are broken, unable to break through the iron cage, just now the punch used seven or eight points of strength, enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, but Hui Ling not only took it hard with his body, his fist was faintly painful, and he shouted in horror: "The thief monk is pretending to be a ghost again, and then eat grandpa's punch!" picked up his fist and slammed it on Hui Ling's body.

Hui Ling was unmoved, let the rainstorm of iron fist add to his body, protected Liu Jia behind him, folded his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, and chanted words in his mouth. Can't be under a heavy punch, Hui Ling is like a flat boat, his whole body is covered in blood, and suddenly he roared, and he didn't see how Hui Ling moved, he couldn't fly ten zhang away, fell to the ground heavily, and gasped for breath.

At this time, the dark clouds dissipated, a beam of sunlight shot down from the sky, and the rain passed and the sky was clear! Everyone looked at it, and the blood flowing from Hui Ling's body showed a strange pure gold color! Hui Fa muttered: "Amitabha, the Buddha has come to the world, Master, Senior Brother has become!" Hui Ling's lips moved slightly, and there were words in his mouth: "No, you have sinned deeply, the sea of suffering is boundless, and you look back to the shore, and I hope that you will put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha as soon as possible." "You can't be full of horror and shout, "Who the hell are you!" ”

Although I can't guess what happened, I was constantly beating Hui Ling, but every punch was like a mud cow into the sea, and the latter's body seemed to be empty, and it seemed to be a world of its own, so he returned his fist power and hit himself hard in one fell swoop, he was not a reckless person, and he knew that he was far from being Hui Ling's opponent at this moment, so he ran away. Hui Ling shook her head: "Idiot, it's too late to leave now." "Can't take a step, stride meteor, the wind behind his ears flickered, he seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand, unable to move, the next moment, Hui Ling's body suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, can't have the first time in his life to despair, retract his strength, no longer resist.

It turned out that when Liu Jia was in danger just now, all kinds of memories of Hui Ling came to his heart, and he broke through the shackles in one fell swoop, after Fa Ming's death, he took over as the head of Jinguang Temple in the year of his establishment, and he was under great pressure, so that the heart of the Buddha was damaged and did not know it, if he said that he could not be trapped by the demons, how could he not have the demons in his heart, that is, after losing to the can't, he was humiliated and captured, and the Buddha's heart was not restored to the realm of innocence again, always thinking about relying on others to save himself, but the appearance of Liu Jia made him realize that instead of others crossing me, it is better to cross me by himself, but he is like a Buddha。 Break through the ban and achieve the golden body of Buddha in one fell swoop!

Hui Ling folded his hands and walked to the front of him: "You and I are out of the same door, only because of the demons in the heart, only to take a detour, now the little monk to eliminate the demons, willing to cross you to become a Buddha, are you willing to re-go to the Buddha?" Hui Ling put his hand on the top of his head, and said softly: "The sea of suffering is endless, turning back is the shore, even if it is evil once, then it will be good in ten days, as long as you have good thoughts in your heart and compassion in your heart, everyone can become a Buddha." ”

Wake up people in their dreams with one word! Although the character is paranoid, the Buddha nature is not weak, and Hui Ling's words are directed at the hearts of the people. I saw him stand up, shook his shoulders, as if unloading his burden, laughed and stretched out his hand to wipe it on the top of his head, wiped away three thousand troubles, and knelt down to the west: "Disciple can't, today I vow to be dedicated to the Buddha, do a good deed every day, hope that my Buddha will be merciful, and forgive the sins of my disciple." Then he helped Huifa not far away, and together with Liu Jia, followed Huiling's footsteps and walked towards Jinguang Temple.

From today on, there is no demon monk in the world, the world only knows that Jinguang Temple Hui Ling re-succeeded to the position of abbot, there is a tall monk with the name "Hui Ming" around him, teaching everyone the Dharma, accompanied by each other all day long.