"Hey!"

Han Tianhong shook his head and sighed, slowly opening his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to be much older, and careful identification was actually a sublimation of his state of mind.

"You have a deep understanding, and you have comprehended the Buddha's meaning in a short instant, which is better than me! Why are you bound by the red dust?"

"I'm sorry!" Wang Zimo said to Han Tianhong this time.

He was deeply sorry for the harm he had caused to the Han clan at the beginning.

At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he was affected by the decisiveness of the big slaughter, and he was not merciful to the enemy who contained killing intentions.

Now that he has realized that all beings are equal, he should give others a chance to mend their ways.

"Amitabha, it's useless to say more, since you insist on leaving, then let me transform you first!" Han Tianhong held the Vajra Demon Pestle and chanted the Buddha's name.

Now he has long let go of grievances.

Fighting against Wang Zimo is not to avenge his dead brother, but to see through Wang Zimo's anger is too heavy, and it will set off a bloody storm wherever he goes.

And he wants to defend and eliminate demons!

The time of half a pillar of incense is also the work of a cup of tea.

The tea is cold and smoky, and a layer of tea oil is attached to the water, but the temperature is restrained. The surface looks cold, but in fact, the residual temperature has not disappeared, and the entrance is just right.

Cui Xiuran stood up suddenly, drank all the tea, and left Zuixuan Building with a cold snort. The cool shopkeeper stood at the door and watched him leave, stopping for a long time, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Priest Xue, I have done everything I can, and the rest ......

As soon as the shopkeeper Liang turned around, he saw Xue Jiaoniang standing behind him with a jade scumbag, and the beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell on the top of her head.

Glancing at the Takuta brothers and sisters, Shopkeeper Liang hurriedly led Xue Jiaoniang into the Zuixuan Building, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and said with a crying voice: "My aunt, why haven't you left yet?"

"Gone, gone!"

"Who's missing?"

Xue Jiaoniang's eyes were hollow, she put down the wine jar, grabbed the arm of the shopkeeper with both hands, and said incoherently impatiently: "Mo'er is gone! Bai Su is also gone, what should I do?"

It seems that as her appearance becomes younger and younger, Xue Jiaoniang's determination and composure gradually disappear.

At this time, she and Zai Kunxu judged the two of them, and if they were seen by Master Mu, they would definitely remember the time when she was still called Xue Lianzhu.

"Mo'er is gone!"

Xue Jiaoniang let go of the cool shopkeeper, rubbed her fingers, and secretly blamed: "I can't find anyone when I go out, Mo'er and Bai Su must have been taken away, you quickly send an order to the Holy Sect and send people to look for it in the whole city!"

"What should I do, I wouldn't have pushed Mo'er out the door if I knew it earlier!"

After Cui Xiuran left Zuixuan Tower, he went straight to the city gate, four city gates and four partial generals, each of whom was his cronies. After learning that no one was going out of the city with the jade, Cui Xiuran suddenly looked confused. Immediately, the corners of his lips hooked, revealing a sneer, and beat the war drums on the city wall.

"Knock! knock!"

The drums were dull and powerful, and Cui Xiuran laughed and beat the drums.

"This, ha, haha! Liang shopkeeper, if you want to play, this young master will accompany you to play to the end!"

When Cui Xiuran led a team of guards to surround Zuixuan Tower, Wang Zimo also exchanged hands with Han Tianhong.

Han Tianhong held the Vajra Demon Pestle in his right hand, put his left hand together, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good!"

Although he practiced Buddhism for a short time, he had no teacher and was self-taught, and he was enlightened in just a few days, and he surpassed Wang Zimo several times more than on the Tao.

In Wang Zimo's eyes, Han Tianhong was wearing a loose black night coat, standing in the center of the patio and standing against the railing, which made people want to bow and worship.

"Bang!"

The King Kong Demon Pestle was stood in front of Han Tianhong, and the pestle made a bell-like roar on the ground. He slowly let go of his hand, and the pestle was still standing.

The upper three strands of vajra slowly rotated, three denses and three bodies, and the treasure light flickered.

As Han Tianhong continued to chant the Diamond Sutra, the originally blunted blade unexpectedly cracked, revealing the sharp bone blade inside.

The lower triangular pestle stands on the ground and does not move.

The three Buddha statues in the middle section, the moon wheel is dazzling, one is laughing, one is angry, and one is scolding. With the blessing of Han Tianhong, it became more and more majestic.

Wang Zimo had never seen a Buddhist secret weapon, and he faintly felt that the top of his head, chest, back, soles of his feet, and even his internal organs were being monitored.

The heart is still the heart, the lungs are still the lungs, the liver is still the liver, and the stomach is still the stomach. They are still operating in the body, but it is as if something is extra in the body, forming an invisible barrier.

This barrier is not only in the lungs, as if all the flesh and blood in the body have changed hands, only one organ after another is soaked in a petri dish, barely supporting consciousness immortal.

"It's horrible!"

The prince silently said to himself, this is the heart attack technique of the Buddha Sect!

He looked up at the statues of the Buddha on the Mahavína Hall, holding all kinds of secret vessels. There are single-shared, three-shared, five-shared, and nine-stranded vajra, and five-strand ones are the most common. There are also those who hold vajra, those who have three-edged pestles, four-edged pestles, and cross-pestles......

The mandala pattern is brocade, and it also resonates with the Diamond Sutra.

Suddenly, the prince was like a bird in a cage, and outside the cage, there was a fire!

Han Tianhong only knew how to chant the scriptures, and the demon pestle stood in front of him, so that the prince was not beaten when he walked silently. People are kind to persuade each other, regardless of past suspicions, and now if they want to go to war, they are always embarrassed to do it first. But the two of them are so stiff, even if the sun goes down, they can't tell the winner.

Just when the prince was bored, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was solemn again. It turned out that Han Tianhong began to chant the scriptures for the second time.

"Damn!"

Wang Zimo couldn't help but burst into foul language, it turned out that the other party had already started, and he was still waiting stupidly. This sutra can mobilize the power of the temple, and with each recitation, the Buddha's power is increased by one point.

"It can be stacked!"

Wang Zimo didn't want to entangle with Han Tianhong and turned his head and left.

Who knew that Han Tianhong unhurriedly patted the demon pestle, and then lifted it suddenly, threw it high up at the patio, and quickly changed the scriptures in his mouth, and it turned into "The Great White Umbrella Covers the Buddha Mother Sutra".

Suddenly, the rain dispersed.

The demon pestle was restrained, but it laid a barrier in the entire temple, completely sealing Wang Zimo's retreat.

"Damn, play yin!"

After knowing that he was being calculated, Wang Zimo tore off the last layer of concern, and his fists slammed into the air, making a series of crisp "click" sounds.

"It's you who are unkind first, don't blame me for being unjust!"

Han Tianhong was silent, jumped hard with both feet on the ground, reached out in mid-air to catch the King Kong Demon Descending Pestle, turned around, and smashed the Demon Descending Pestle at Wang Zimo's head.

Although he was good at using bows and arrows, the Han family's boxing skills did not fall at all.

Wang Zimo crossed his arms in front of him, collided with the demon pestle, and smashed him out of several zhang with huge force, until he hit the Buddha behind him, making a "bell" sound, and then stabilized his body.

Suddenly, his forearm was sore, and his whole body was surging with qi and blood. The prince opened his mouth silently, shook his arm and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"It's so strong!"

His ears were buzzing, and Wang Zimo reached out and dug into it, but blood flowed down his hands. Suddenly I felt dazzled, and my body shook before I could stabilize.

I saw that Han Tianhong was really like a heavenly Buddha, his golden body was radiant, and he walked towards Wang Zimo with firm steps.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The Buddha's horn roared, like substance, and the words hit Wang Zimo's chest, making his already broken wounds even worse.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood foamed out, and Wang Zimo suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" Han Tianhong got closer and closer, and his voice was as loud as a bell. "The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is turned back!"

"I have nothing to do with the Buddha in this life!"

The prince clucked at the root of his teeth, clenched his fists like a leopard ready to attack, took two steps back, and rushed out with mana on the soles of his feet.

The huge force did not hit Han Tianhong's body, but it collided with the demon slaying pestle.

Facing the fist that hit the front door, Han Tianhong was not in a hurry, and the demon pestle in his hand stretched forward, instantly trapping Wang Zimo's entire arm on the head of the three blades.

The sharp bone blade directly slashed away the flesh on both sides, revealing bright red green tendons and white stubble bones.

"Amitabha, why is this so painful?"

Han Tianhong gently turned the demon pestle, and Wang Zimo had to turn his body accordingly.

He repeated his old tricks, taking advantage of Han Tianhong's laxity, gritting his teeth and ninja in severe pain, he suddenly turned around and pulled out his arm, clenched his fist, and slammed his elbow into the opponent's chest.