Outside the crater, the voice of the old monk came: "Amitabha, you can't be reincarnated until you wait for the ghosts to do evil in the world." Today, all the ghosts who have the heart of reincarnation, my old monks are willing to cross it, but how can Nair and others be bent on evil, and they want to refine people and gods, even if they cultivate ghosts and immortals, they will be abandoned by gods and Buddhas, and the law ~ wheel often turns, and there is another spring when you put down the butcher's knife and turn back. ”

The green-haired old monster was suddenly furious, raised his head and scolded at the entrance of the cave: "Thief monk, you guard the door of Lao Tzu every day, is it just for the sake of chattering? If you have the ability, you can come down and let all the ghosts of our family also cross for you." What else do you say about another spring, ghost grandpa I am not rare, even if he has boundless magic power of gods and Buddhas, but what is the source of fun. Meditating cross-legged every day, the so-called desirelessness, desirelessness, desirelessness, and stubbornness, what is the meaning of the existence of sentient beings, let alone the positive results of cultivation. That's if our family wants to kill and kill, we will be happy to be honored by all ghosts. ”

Nian Jue's voice came again: "Miao Ye! Everything in the world is like a wheel, and life and death have their own ways. Those who think of it will have good thoughts in their hearts. My Buddha doesn't care that he has no desires and no desires, and those who have great compassion and good thoughts are all 'wants'. Everything in the world is in its right way, and the Dharma ~ wheel often turns and continues to be for its 'seeking'. My Buddha is compassionate and does not be confused by the evil in the world, and with the elimination of the Dharma ~ wheel, I hope to be able to influence and return to the heart and re-enter the reincarnation. Wouldn't it be backsludge to think that you don't know how to repent?"

"Don't take a bite of my Buddha, what kind of Tao. That bullshit is your Buddha, not mine. Since my evil spirit exists, there is a reason for its existence. There's no need for you to babble here. When Lao Tzu's blood stains the ghost hair, he will definitely smash your bald scoop. ”

As he spoke, he rolled the green hair on the side of his face, and he felt better when he stuffed it into his ears.

I saw that although the legs of the green-haired old monster did not move, his body was shaking rapidly, shaking so that the green hair on his body stood up, and he stroked the green hair on his chest with both hands, and suddenly the whole ghost body swelled like a towering mountain, and the green hair continued to exude a corrupt breath outward.

The green-haired head flicked back, and reached out to greet the trolls on the side.

With the thousands of hammers of the giant ghosts, the people and demons in the mortar have been turned into dark red blood mud. Tens of thousands of imps floating in the air, bats and mosquitoes flew into the bone mortar. grabbed a handful, and the floating ghost king faced the side of the green hair, and smeared it carefully.

This ghost king's face was full of hideousness, as if he had been smeared on his hair and hurt into the bone marrow. With a big mouth open in a black hole, he kept spitting thousands of ghosts. The ghost was still dark green when it was spit out, and when it was about to be swallowed back, it was already red and shiny. The green hair was fried, like weeds in a hurricane, dancing back and forth.

As long as it is a ghost that has been smeared here, the entire ghost hand is dyed blood red, and the ghost hair is immediately glued and integrated into it. These ghosts simply stretched out their heads to bite their elbows, but if they bite slowly, the entire ghost shadow will also turn blood red and become a red hair of the ghost king.

For thousands of years, there have been a lot of ghosts in the realm of evil ghosts, and one batch of them has been smeared and another batch has followed, but they are also like moths to a fire, and they continue to fly and smear with perseverance.

The ghost king was furious, and scolded at the group of ghosts: "A group of stupid ghosts, Lao Tzu Mao has enough, but he still comes to make up the numbers." Four ghosts, guard for me, see who wants to move slowly, and kill me directly, lest my grandfather and my handsome face are all red hair. ”

Suddenly, four holes slowly appeared on the ground, and four strange-shaped ghosts of blue, purple, yellow, and pink popped out from within.

The slender body, like a green ghost with a bamboo pole, nickname, a bamboo pole to fight ghosts, a bamboo ghost who hits the head and does not hit the legs.

Fat and big, like a molting dead pig-like purple ghost, nicknamed, dead pig iron butt hairless stocky ghost, meat brake ghost honor.

Ordinary people's figures, but with a huge fish head on the top of the yellow ghost, nicknamed, the unprovoked yellow croaker ghost honor.

Two huge tits like a grave bag, but there is a pink bewitching female ghost with a thin waist and plump buttocks, nickname, a twisted buttocks, and a ghost in the ghost who has no life.

The Soul Brake Ghost Venerable grabbed the bamboo ghosts, and slashed at the two slow-moving ghosts, and fell into the volcano in four pieces.

The stocky ghost, the one who flew up and couldn't stop trembling at the trembling one, was a whole butt pressed into a flat ghost.

The yellow croaker opened its mouth and aimed at a little ghost who was only half of its body in size, and it couldn't stop tasting the taste in its mouth.

After a commotion, suddenly, the ghost figure wandering in mid-air obviously accelerated a lot.

The green-haired old monster crossed his legs, raised his arms up, and tilted his head, and screamed again and again. Look at it again, at this moment, the ghost king has already become blood-red, transforming into a red-haired old monster.

"Little ones, give me a good look at the nest, and when I flatten my bald head, it will be the day when our evil ghost path will come out. ”

The demons cheered.

Monk Yamaguchi shouted, "Not good!"

pinched in his mouth, threw out the wooden fish, and suddenly turned into two. Fly up and take a vertical leap, sit cross-legged on it, put your hands together and recite the Dharma, stretch out a foot, and knock on the highest part of the wooden fish with a wooden fish mallet between your two toes.

With a bang, the huge wooden fish jumped forward with the sound.

"Don't run away from the damn bald donkey, Lao Tzu asked you to cross, why are you running?"

He recited it very quickly, but he didn't forget to reply: "Amitabha! Buddhism is boundless, and I am a monk who is not running, but I am just sitting for a long time and living smoothly!"

The red-haired old monster flew into the air, and the red hair on its body shot backwards like flames, pushing the ghost body to chase forward quickly.

The old monk in front of him, the voice of the wooden fish became more urgent, but whenever he knocked on it, he jumped forward dozens of feet away. Look at it again, holding the feet of the wooden fish mallet, flying up and down, it is almost connected like a god chicken nodding wildly. With the rapid flight, the old monk had decades of volcanic ash on his body, floating backwards, like a gray broom star.

The red-haired old monster stroked the ashes sticking to his hair and shouted: "You bald donkey, you have blocked me for decades, and you still slipped away so fast, I think your muscles and bones are smooth, right? Don't you wish Lao Tzu would go out of the mountain so that he could come to Duhua and me? What are you running?"

"Running is the foundation of strengthening, and it is really a great road. My generation has legs always, and it's a pity not to practice diligently. ”

"Bastard bald donkey, I haven't seen you practice diligently for decades, and now I think that my legs are easy to use. doesn't let you see Lao Tzu's true ability, you still think you're jumping fast. At this point, the red hairs between his hands joined together, and they pulled back violently like two red sails. It's more than twice as fast.

The old monk's beard trembled, stretched out his other foot, and his toes were also clamped to the mallet, and his feet were so hard that the mallet kept swinging back and forth. It's twice as fast as swinging. The sound of the wooden fish that knocks directly is connected, forming a long buzzing sound.

"You old immortal, you slip away! Lao Tzu is looking for a dog, and he will come back to you to settle accounts. As he spoke, he made a big circle and flew towards the west.

The red-haired old ghost, who was flying, turned his head sharply and skimmed. "Thief bald, you didn't go alive, why do you want to chase after you?"

The old monk pouted and did not forget to justify: "Heaven and earth are so big, let me swim." Ghost friends are running in such a hurry, why don't you and me go together?"

"Yo he! We're not green-haired old monsters anymore, why are we called ghost friends again?"

"If I win over the ghost, I will cross it, and if I am not as good, I will be a friend. However, the great wisdom of my Buddha can also be abused for a long time if he does what he can. ”

The old ghost stretched out his finger and pointed at Nian Jue and scolded: "Fart, you are a thief, you think it is quite beautiful, you want to call me a brother, I think you are not qualified to do so." As he spoke, he turned around and threw himself towards the wooden fish again.

"Thief bald, you don't want to go with me, why do you want to slip away?"

"What does it mean to go together? You and I go in the same direction, how can we not go together?"

"Ahhh

"Oh!!! my friend is here for a dog, a dog is the best beast in the world, how can he bear to harm him. ”

"Bastard, I can't tell you, you can follow if you want! But don't let me catch me, or you have to block my stout ass. ”