The Buddha is like a god in this world, sitting in the golden waves between heaven and earth. His gaze was always on the distant clouds, and he never looked at the ant-like humans gathered beneath him.

Under the giant Buddha, the weak and weak Ah Ying was tied up in the pyre, and with just a fire, she could be trapped in the sea of fire and refine her bones!

Monk Kuroki said in a deep voice: "Today, if we can burn out this evil true murderer who killed Master and Elder Spirit of Broken Cloud Pavilion in front of the Buddha, I think Master will be able to rest in peace in the Heavenly Spirit, and the people in the rivers and lakes will definitely praise the merits of my temple.

"Senior Brother Kuroki, the Buddha has the virtue of a good life, wouldn't such a method be too cruel!" a young monk said.

In an instant, many disciples behind him whispered, and most of them agreed with his statement.

Kuroki didn't expect that his actions would not be treated by everyone, and he was very unhappy in his heart, so he said sharply: "The Buddha has the virtue of a good life! But the evil of a wicked person cannot be forgiven by any kind of merit!" His voice changed from anger at the beginning to resentment and sorrow, "Master is merciful all his life, treats people kindly, shouldn......'t he live a long life?" Is it the end of your life?"

The discussion of the monks finally stopped, and one by one they silently looked at the black wood on the stage, watching him sad and falling into grief, and no one thought that he was deliberately contrived.

The silence was first broken by a resentful roaring child's voice, and Aman, who was pulled by the conversion, yelled at the stage: "My sister has never killed anyone! Why! Why do people all over the world frame us, why!?"

He is like a crazy ancient beast, venting the grief and anger in his heart at this moment, complaining about the injustice of this world.

The towering mountain Buddha towered into the clouds, staring at the whole world, seeing all the joys and sorrows of the world, could he hear the screams of grief coming from under him.

The old monk bent his back and walked slowly to this place where many monks gathered. The first cry of pain he heard.

Many young monks have made way for him. He walked slowly behind Aman and put his dry hand on Aman's trembling shoulders as a sign of comfort.

It was Kuroki's first time in five years, and he looked more haggard than five years ago, with more obvious brown spots on his face, but his sunken eyes were as bright as they had been then.

He saluted respectfully and called, "Uncle." ”

Master Kujoy's gaze lingered for a moment on Ah Ying, who had been in a daze for several times, before turning to Hei Mu, and the old voice said, "Hei Mu, this place is a holy place, don't do anything wrong here. ”

"Shi Bogui is the presiding officer of the Temple of the Dead, so how can he serve the public by maintaining the murderer like this?"

Bitter Joy's seemingly rickety body didn't move, and it had already flown onto the platform and stood in front of Kuroki. "The death of the martyrdom is really strange, and Lao Gu, as the host, should find out the truth and give justice to the female benefactor. ”

Heimu withdrew half a step and said in a deep voice: "If the senior uncle insists on stopping me, then don't blame the disciple for committing the crime!"

Ku Le only slowly put his palms in front of him, calmly looking at this former disciple of the Temple of the Dead, Hei Mu, and the faint golden light around his body slowly overflowed.

Kuroki raised his hand, and a black thick black stick was already in his hand. He roared, leaping and slamming the black rod of Xuanmu to the ground.

Suddenly, endless black veins poured into the earth, and under the powerful blow of the black rod, a crack in the flying rock and gravel spread out like a giant snake, and jumped straight to the body of Ku Le.

If it weren't for the bitterness and happiness that rose up in a hurry, he would have been hit by this overwhelming force. Rao was so, and this fierce rift passed through the original place of bitterness and spread forward for several kilometers before it was stopped.

Seeing this, Kuroki rose up in resentment, clenched the thick black rod with both hands, and used his slack technique to slash half a circle in the air, and slammed it down again towards the thin body of Kule!

At this moment, there was no longer a distinction between young and old in Heimu's eyes, and he did not take the position of the presiding officer of the Bitter Happiness Master Death Temple to heart.

The bitterness in mid-air always looked calm, and the closed Buddha palm did not want to make any movements. But the flowing golden luster began to surge regularly from sometime, overlapping and intertwining with each other, until the black rod that came with a thousand momentum hit the golden light, but it could not stop, but surged faster!

Finally, a golden ancient bell appeared in the sky, within the sight of the monks!

The golden bell was actually condensed by the power of one person's qi veins, and the body of the bell was engraved with a large number of Sanskrit scrolls, wrapping the body of the bittersweet and crippled old man. Even so, you can still see the bitter body standing quietly in the sky through the bell wall!

Kuroki slammed the golden bell of the qi vein, but he couldn't hurt the bitterness and happiness inside, and only heard the gentle bell in mid-air swinging through the sky.

Below, Aman, Refuge and all the disciples raised their heads one after another, staring at the battle situation of the two attacking and defending in the sky, and did not dare to speak.

Suddenly, the originally calm Bittersweet Buddha's palm opened, the old eyes were shocked, and he scolded slightly, and the golden bell instantly scattered countless golden threads.

Kuroki was taken aback by the sudden trick of the Master of Bitterness, and hurriedly forced him to dodge, returning to the ground to avoid the edge for a while, but he did not stop. After a moment's effort, he flew up again, and the momentum was even more fierce than before!

Many of the monks, including the refuge, were shocked by Kuroki's Qi Pulse cultivation. Five years ago, although he was able to dominate the younger generation of disciples, he was not as good as several senior monks in the temple. In just five years, he has been able to stand in an invincible position in front of the Master of Bitterness, which is really amazing!

Just as the monks watched the flying black wood and bitter joy fight again, a black thing flew out of the ancient temple where it was standing!

One of the monks who first discovered this object heard the sound of "whirring ~" from the black object passing overhead, and raised his voice and shouted, "Not good!"

On the top of the heads of the monks, a black coffin more than a foot long, three feet wide, carved with strange patterns flew sideways!

All the monks were shocked and looked frightened. Aman stared at the black coffin even more, his face was already pale, and his heartstrings were tense.

Although this black coffin is a little large, it is not too bulky at all, and it is extremely fast. And the direction in which it flew...... In that direction, it was "Sister, be careful!" Aman yelled again.

The black coffin was instantly approaching in front of Ah Ying's body, but this momentum had not been reduced in the slightest, it was like a rapidly falling starfall, and everywhere it went, it would be shattered and unrecognizable.

"Sister!"

At this moment, a flying shadow fell at a rapid speed. He actually put a palm against the flying coffin!

Lined with the majestic thousand-pound sarcophagus, his already old and emaciated body was even weaker. The momentum of the black coffin forced his whole body to retreat, and when he fell down, the rubble shattered, leaving two rows of ravines on the ground.

But he did hold back the black coffin that came quickly. The thin body stopped in front of Ah Ying.

Ah Ying, who was almost asleep, seemed to feel something, it was light, some dazzling light. She looked up weakly and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing I saw was a thin and rickety back.

It turned out that the light just now was his light, the light of his qi veins.

In the back temple, under the knees of the giant Buddha, in front of the thousand and eight Buddha statues, everyone's eyes stopped on the slightly higher platform of the bitter music master, and many monks were already stunned.

Ah Man's fists were clenched tightly, his expression was extremely solemn, and the Buddha palm next to him who was taking refuge in front of his chest trembled slightly, and called in a deep voice: "Master......"

While the monks were amazed, a black rod struck down with the momentum of shattering the earth, directly hitting the withered old man who was already over 100 years old.

The golden light in front of Ah Ying suddenly rose again, and in the golden light, she faintly heard the old monk's muffled snort.

Bitter Joy held the stick that emitted purple and black light firmly in his hand, and the stone slab under his feet shattered a little.

He only said in an extremely low and dry voice: "Today, if the old man is not dead, he will protect this benefactor." ”

The voice was not loud, but it fell into the ears of every monk, and their eyes began to be extremely worried, and they took half a step forward, and countless voices urgently called: "Presiding!"

For the first time in a long time, they had heard bittersweet thunderous cries. At this moment, there seemed to be endless power, bursting out of the flesh and blood of this old body.

A wave of energy teased him, and his eyebrows flew.

He pushed the thousand-pound black coffin back with all his might, and his free hand also held the black rod above his head. With a hoarse shout, he lifted the black rod and the black wood and threw it out easily.

At this time, a hearty laugh finally sounded from the place where the black coffin flew back: "Master Bitterness is old and strong, and he really makes me wait for the five bodies admired by my juniors to the ground!"