The lifelong monk felt that this little second elder was much better than what he had speculated in his mind, which made him sigh that his cultivation was not enough. What you see with your eyes is still a little worse than the face of a real person.

Hongnin's eyes were already bloodshot, his whole face was red, his body trembled, and his teeth chattered, I don't know if it was because of what he saw, or because of some other magic in those eyes.

"The first precept of Buddhism is to abstain from killing, and don't close your eyes quickly-" The person opposite the lifelong monk couldn't take care of the surroundings, and a pair of fleshy palms slammed the wooden table, which actually split the table in half, and the table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, the wine jar and wooden chopsticks, all flew up, and the wine and soup were also scattered and splashed.

"Buddhism doesn't eat meat, isn't it because I quit killing, but I just want to eat meat now, which seems to conform to 'my' heart, not to this monk, and the monk will think that by breaking the vows to temper his heart, he can suppress 'me'. The voice was still a lifelong monk, but the tone was not at all, as if there was another person in his body.

The black cloth covering the head of the person on the opposite side has been broken, I saw that this is also a monk, but this is a big monk, a big monk who is much bigger than a monk in his life, his eyes are wide open, and the green tendons on his head are exposed, this black cloth is because of the changes in his body, and now he is still sitting upright, but the wooden bench under his buttocks has been broken into countless pieces of wood, and his whole person is bigger, even his head is the same, so the black cloth is broken, and the clothes on his body also have the sound of the cloth tearing.

The magic power of Buddhism, angry eyes King Kong.

The stool was broken, he was like an iron Buddha statue, the horse walked steadily, the two legs seemed to be cast in iron, motionless, but the movements of the upper body were exaggerated, and the palms smashed the table not because this table was a magic weapon of the fairy family, extremely hard, just because this monk wanted to reach out his palm - a hand grabbed Hongren, but a thick finger hooked the corner of Hongren's clothes, and he took him away violently, and then fell away.

Hongren rolled several times in a row, but he didn't react at all, and even his eyes were still blurred.

And there was such a big movement at this table, it was as if the surrounding drinkers didn't even seem to see it, which was not just not to smell, but also to look at.

Indecent manners, these two words are very short, but they are also very long.

The other hand of the great monk slapped at the face door of the lifelong monk, his idea was very simple, attacking the face door, he would be able to make the lifelong monk close his eyes, but unfortunately it backfired.

The somewhat thin arm of the monk of his life took this palm very easily, his entire arm and half of his body flashed with a golden light, very faint, but very tough, the strength of the great monk's palm could never be very small, but the monk of his life blocked this blow can never be said to be difficult. The monk of his life still has his eyes open, his eyes are full of blood, even if the green tendons on the face of the great monk are swimming violently like a dragon, obviously the law is in his body, he is still affected by these eyes, and the world in front of him is plated with a layer of red.

"Could it be that he is a senior monk of the Big Buddha Temple, and the little monk has no way to ask now. At this time, a relatively calm voice came out of the mouth of a lifelong monk: "The little monk has no way to control his body, this seems to be not just the spiritual qi retrograde that I once said, it is a worse situation." Half of the monk's face was hideous, and the other half was very peaceful, and his peaceful face slowly closed his eyes.

The little monk could feel the operation of the aura, and his next move was to attack the master's chest at close range. The voice of the lifelong monk was calm, even a little calm, his body was already out of control, but he was able to do this, which couldn't help but make the great monk opposite him cheer in his heart.

The big monk hurriedly coped with it, his hands protected his body, and then the monk of his life was a palm split, the big monk was still standing with a horse step, the whole person moved back on the floor of the restaurant for more than two feet, the unpleasant sound of rubbing the ground was uncomfortable, and the wood on the ground was also broken.

"I don't know if the master will use the 'streamer backtracking' of the Great Buddha Temple to seal my actions first, and then further seal the entire vein of the aura. The lifelong monk reminded: "Although this is not a Buddha country in the water, it is good to have wine-"

As soon as his wine word was exported, the great monk had already caught the wine cup that had just been flown up after the table was smashed by his own palm, and the wine was also in the sky, just like the water that was spilled out and it was difficult to find it back, no matter what kind of vajra he was, it was impossible to take back that big jar of wine, and even the aura operation in this restaurant was a little blocked, let alone use the mana in the body to restrain the wine.

Buddha jumps over the wall outside the restaurant.

One of the monks sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures, while the other monk stood on the side, as if listening attentively, and then reminded the sitting monk which Buddhist scripture should be recited.

This is a formation, but it is used in the scriptures, and the words left by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas naturally have some strange powers of Buddhism.

Now it's just in this restaurant, it's still almost forbidden, as long as it's a spell that is different from Buddhism, there is basically no way to use it.

"It's just an exaggeration to capture a 'soul', but to let Uncle Hongnin take action. The monk who was chanting in the north direction was very young, and with golden light in his mouth, one after another Buddhist scripture words flew out of his mouth, and then gradually disappeared in front of him about five zhang away from the restaurant. He had just finished reading the scriptures he was supposed to read, and he couldn't help but say.

It turned out that the big monk and the shopkeeper had the same name, both were Hongren, and Hongren was actually a very common Dharma name in the temple. 00

And the standing monk was an old monk, and he frowned: "If the person inside is really that lifelong monk in Zhongzhou, just let Hongren's junior brother come, it is all the Great Buddha Temple." ”

In the restaurant.

The great monk Hongren thought of his own way, he swiped in the air with a wine cup, caught some of the wine that had not yet landed, only a small amount of wine was enough, he inhaled sharply, his chest was open, and the clothes that had become rags were torn and even more broken, and the surrounding drinkers were still dodging, because of the formation of the eight monks outside the restaurant, it seemed to them that this was just a monk who was drunk and went crazy and wanted to beat another monk-

The "he" in the body of a lifelong monk will naturally not be restrained, his own spells are running slowly, so he uses the spells that a lifelong monk would have used, and a Buddha seal in his hand flashed with a shining golden light, and his feet flashed close to the great monk Hongren, and the Buddha seal was raised - even if he was a blind man, he could feel that this palm was down, and Hongren would not feel good.

The power is very strong.

Hongren also happened to be at this time, exhaling violently, just pushing the small amount of wine in the wine cup, and the wine was pushed by Hongren's breath full of mana, scattered into very small droplets, and pounced on the monk for life.

The monk laughed strangely, it was just that some mortals in the restaurant were drinking, it was not immortal brewing, and it was not a trap method that had been spelled, and his palm was about to fall, but he found that the palm he raised could not be moved.

The water droplets are like streamers, and like flashing stars, obviously very small, but attached to the monk's robe of a lifelong monk, and then the momentum of the impact is unabated, pulling out a very long and thin line, I don't know if the material is still wine, or changed into the mana of Hongnin, these filaments rushed out of the window of the restaurant, and shot into the air, like nails into the wood.

Faintly, there are four more solid walls around the restaurant, which are very thick and composed of golden scriptures.

The walls flickered.