With the blood monk's murderous intent, several aurora-like golden rays of light surged out from the blood monk's body like ocean waves!

When the unsad monk who was not far from the blood monk saw his senior brother's move, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he exclaimed:

"It's... Is this it? ”

Also shocked was Murong Ping, who was subjected to this move head-on!! under this move, Murong Ping instinctively wanted to dodge, but he couldn't do it anymore. Because when he saw these thousands of Buddha lights, this Buddha light had already fallen on him!

The shocked look on Murong Ping's face had not yet receded, and a trace of golden light shining on him actually emerged from Murong Ping's body again. Only this time, these rays of light actually came from Murong Ping's body!

Seeing more and more golden light breaking out from Murong Ping's skin, the blood monk clasped his hands together and shouted at Murong Ping:

"Amitabha!"

With the sound of the blood monk's Buddha horn, just listening to the bang, Murong Ping's whole person was blown to pieces by this countless golden light that broke out from his body!!

Countless blood spread with this violent explosion! But this time, Murong Ping's demonic blood could no longer condense under the light of the golden Buddha light around the blood monk. The drops of demonic blood that scattered with the explosion were as if they had encountered golden thunder under the direct rays of the Buddha's light, and they burned violently in the air at the touch of a button! After a few breaths, Murong Ping, who was still dancing with his teeth and claws, turned into flying ashes all over the sky.

Looking at the flying ash floating in the air and a little spark in front of him, all the surviving people in Frost City couldn't help but be a little stupid for a while. They don't know if this nightmare is really over.

This strong contrast made everyone in Qingfrost City a little unacceptable for a while. At this moment, the entire Clear Frost City fell into an extremely strange tranquility.

At the moment when everyone was in shock, one of the blood monk's hands was put back on the body of the unsad monk. Behind a stream of true qi that traveled all over the unsad monk Zhou, the blood monk said slowly:

"Senior brother, your injury has basically stabilized, as long as you don't touch Jin Dan again in the short term, there should be no major problems.

Now that Murong Ping has been removed, it is time for him to leave as a brother. You and my brother are destined to see you again. ”

When the people surrounding the two great monks heard that Murong Ping had really been killed, a wave of earth-shattering shouts immediately erupted among them.

The remaining people in the city are either happy for their own survival or sad for the death of their loved ones. For a moment, the sound of sorrow and laughter rang out in unison, and the shouts and roars rang out in unison.

When the unsad monk heard that his senior brother actually said that he was going to leave alone, he couldn't help but hurriedly say:

"Senior brother, you can't go. Senior brother, I crossed most of the hopeless forest sea from Lingzhou to find you.

In order to find you, the junior brother did not hesitate to use a high-grade spirit talisman of Heavenly Cloud Pavilion. Even in order to find you, I even called the centennial spirit shrimp in the temple without authorization. Now that I've finally found you, how can you just leave.

Senior brother, come back with me. Go back to the Master. The old man will definitely bring you into the temple again. Come back with me!"

When the blood monk heard the words of the unsad monk, he knew that this junior brother of his had really suffered a lot and suffered a lot in order to find him. For a moment, his heart couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth.

Looking at this junior brother who grew up in the temple together since childhood, after a burst of indescribable emotion, the blood monk still sighed and said:

"Don't feel sorry for the younger brother, the reason why the brother was kicked out of the temple by the master.

First, it was a big mistake due to the uncontrollable murderous intent. This mistake and this sin will not be repaid even if you chant in front of the Buddha for the rest of your life.

Second, it is because although my brother grew up in the Miaofa Temple since he was a child, he has never been able to do the four major emptiness, and he can't let go of the obsession in his heart.

During the period when I was planted by my master, I also tried to let go of this attachment and treat everyone with compassion like my master. But in the end, I still didn't make it.

It wasn't until I was woken up by this little benefactor that I realized that the reason why I couldn't break the seal of killing, and why I couldn't achieve the compassion that Master said, was because I wasn't a Master! I couldn't become a person like Master! And most importantly, I didn't want to be like a Master!!

If the master is the embodiment of the Buddha walking in the world. Then I am not angry, and I am willing to be the Shura king who protects sentient beings with the path of killing!!

Junior brother, everyone's path is different, and that path is determined by everyone's heart. And the heart that I have without anger is a compassionate heart that preaches with killing.

Junior brother, you will also find a path that matches your heart in the future. ”

When the unsad monk heard the blood monk's remarks, he couldn't help but be more anxious when he was shocked:

"Senior brother, the master has repeatedly taught us that we must persuade people to be good, and we must not kill lightly. Because as soon as the killing ring is opened, the killing intent will rise. Once the murderous intent is achieved, it will be difficult to eliminate!

If you don't know how to restrain your murderous intentions, this killing will become a habit. When people kill more and more, and karma accumulates heavier and heavier, it will eventually harm others and themselves. Senior brother, the change of the Demon Suppression Tower is a lesson from the past!"

The blood monk was not angry when he heard the unsad monk talk about the changes in the Demon Suppression Tower again, his face changed slightly, but then he said:

"Senior brother, it is precisely because of the change in the Demon Suppression Tower. Senior brother must go down this path. Because only by saving more people can I make up for the sins I have committed before. can be worthy of the brothers who died because of me.

After this reminder from the little benefactor, I finally knew the way to control the killing intention, that is, to always remember that I have a compassionate heart of a Buddhist practitioner. As long as the compassion is not extinguished, even if the murderous intention is still there, what can I do!!"

Seeing that the blood monk was so persistent, the unsad monk suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and said:

"Senior brother, why are you so confused! How can this murderous heart be compassionate. How can there ever be such a record in the Buddhist scriptures! This statement is completely distorted by the Buddhist scriptures and is slanderous to the Buddha!

If, according to such remarks, there are so many unrighteous and wicked people in the world, will it not be possible for the senior brother to kill them all? Can this heart, which has killed thousands of people, still be called compassionate?!!!

Senior brother, I can tell you that it is definitely not compassion! That is the demonic heart that the master said, it is the persistent heart! Senior brother!!

When the blood monk heard the rhetorical question of the unsad monk, he wanted to answer, but suddenly thought of something, turned his head slightly, and asked Wang Yuetian:

"This little benefactor, you may answer my junior brother's question?"

Ever since Murong Ping was turned to ashes by the blood monk who had re-entered the killing path, Wang Yuetian had been carefully observing the movements in this city, and he was afraid that this Murong Ping was not dead. At this time, hearing that the blood monk suddenly asked himself, Wang Yuetian couldn't help but be stunned.

The problem of not being a monk is naturally not a problem for Wang Yuetian, who is extremely talented. Unless that enlightened master is really here, he is definitely not Wang Yuetian's opponent with the level of Buddhism of a non-sad monk.

If on weekdays, Wang Yuetian would definitely follow the words of the unsad monk and argue against the blood monk. After all, this unsad monk had a very good impression of Wang Yuetian, and he had just persuaded the blood monk that he was just forced by the situation. Moreover, the words of persuading people to be good are more in line with the general thoughts of the public, and are more in line with the glorious image that they have always created.

But now, Wang Yuetian heard this question from the blood monk. Not to mention that it was he who had just pushed this blood monk back to the killing path, if he retorted now, he would seem to be too fickle. What's more, Wang Yuetian has not yet determined whether Murong Ping is dead or not. After all, the survivability of this Blood Demon Cultivator was too perverted. In case he followed the meaning of the unsad monk and went around the blood monk again, then Murong Ping didn't know where to jump out again, and who would protect him at that time!! wouldn't he dig a big pit and bury himself?

Thinking of this, Wang Yuetian couldn't help but put his palms together in front of the two great monks, and replied respectfully:

"Regarding the question of the master of non-compassion, the disciple thinks that just because there are many evil people in the world cannot be a reason not to open the precept of killing.

If the number can determine whether to kill or not, it means that killing one person can still be killed, but killing tens of millions of people cannot be killed.

Buddhism has always said that all beings are equal, and in the eyes of the disciples, the equality of all beings mentioned here is not just the equality of the six realms. Behind it is a layer of priceless meaning of life.

For Buddhist practitioners, the lives of ten thousand people must not be valued more than the lives of one person. If this is the case, it is actually a discriminating mind, and it is also contrary to the compassion that the Buddha said.

Not a sad master, but so. ”

was asked by Wang Yuetian's soft words, but the unsad monk was stunned, because Wang Yuetian's words were indeed not wrong. Before the sad monk could think about it, Wang Yuetian replied again:

"As for what Master Bu Compassion said, if you kill too much, your Buddha's mind will be covered with dust and become persistent. The disciples still disagree with this.

At that time, the Buddha preached and vowed to cross the Three Realms to get rid of the lost guests. And back then, the king of Jizo Bodhisattva made a grand wish that hell would not be empty and not become a Buddha.

There are more unenlightened people in the world than there are more evil people in the world than there are hundreds of times and thousands of times, is it because they have a large number of them, so they are also obsessed and persistent?

Could it be that the compassion of the Buddha and the king of Jizo will become numb and persistent because of the quantity?"

"This... This... ”

When the unsad monk heard Wang Yuetian's series of rhetorical questions, he was immediately stunned on the spot. Although Wang Yuetian's series of remarks that distorted the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures were completely sophistry in the eyes of the unsad monks, he was really completely unable to respond for a while.

The unsad monk who didn't leave much sweat during the vicious battle with Murong Ping, in the short time he was arguing with Wang Yuetian about the Buddha machine, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his head.

"Hehe... ”

A low laugh like a silver bell suddenly sounded in Wang Yuetian's ears. It turned out that Zhang Yiren, who had been snuggling up to Wang Yuetian due to his injury, saw that Murong Ping finally died in the hands of the blood monk, and the heart that had been tense was finally relieved.

At this time, she saw that the unsad monk was completely confused by Wang Yuetian's sophistry. The slightly exaggerated expression that was too tangled made her laugh out loud.

Zhang Yiren's smile couldn't help but make the blood monk's face a little unhappy, and his brows furrowed slightly. So, without delay, he said to the unsad monk:

"Senior brother, you don't have to persuade you anymore for the sake of your brother. No matter what the intentions of this little benefactor are, it did help me break the seal of killing. It also helped me find a path that suited my heart.

Senior brother, take care of your injuries and return to the temple as soon as possible. In the future, you and I will meet again. ”

Hearing the words of the blood monk, the unsad monk was anxious, and Wang Yuetian also felt a heartbeat when he heard it. Before Wang Yuetian could react further, he heard the voice of the blood monk come again:

"Little benefactor, you are so proficient in the Dharma, I don't know if you can give you another guide or two to the poor monks. ”

Wang Yuetian heard the words of the blood monk, and for some reason, he felt that there seemed to be a slight unkindness in the tone of the blood monk.

As soon as Wang Yuetian wanted to refuse euphemistically, he felt that his eyes were dark, and the last thing he heard in his ears was the exclamations of the unsad monk and Zhang Yiren

"Brother Wang!!!"

"Senior brother, what are you doing here!!