The holy monk of Fukya just spat out a single word.

I saw that the man's leather sail was directly torn by an invisible force, and the white bone ship, which was a hundred times stronger than pure gold, also exploded at the same time, and in the white bone boat, a black-clothed monster monk with half a head and body fell out of the white bone boat, spitting blood from his mouth, and smashed to the ground, looking at the holy monk of Fujia with horror, and never dared to say more than half a word.

This is a typical pretending that nothing can be done, but it is exported.

In the crowd below, many people had gloating expressions on their faces.

"Sure enough, it is the holy monk of Fujia, others are afraid of the master of human bones, how can the holy monk of Fujia be afraid. If the human bone master is really here, it happens to be the holy monk who slays the demon and destroys the demon. ”

Only a very small number of intelligent people knew that although the Fukya Holy Monk was not necessarily afraid of the human bone master, he was at least afraid of it.

Otherwise, this disciple of the human bone master would not have vomited blood from the ship, but the ship would have died.

"This disciple of the bone master is also a fool, will he die if he says two nice words? One sentence directly pushed Fujia to the corner, Fujia has the name of a holy monk, even if he is afraid of his master, but in front of everyone, he doesn't want to lose face?" Xu Dao continued in a low voice, as if he was addicted to explanation.

Chu He pulled Xu Dao and shook his head slightly.

At this time, it is no longer suitable to say cool words.

And whether it is a disciple of the master of human bones, or a holy monk of Fujia, it is not to mention it.

Even if the holy monk of Fujia made a move and broke the arrogance of the disciple of the human bone master, the momentum still seemed weak, and the puja on the Dragon Mountain had not officially begun, and there were already a few scattered moments of amazement. After all, Master Fujia has a high rank, and he has already lost some face when he punishes the disciple of the human bone master.

And it was not only him who lost, but also the disciples of these Buddhist sects.

"I came from the mountains, and I carried a chest full of beads. Stay until the Zen machine arrives, and the light shines on the fifty states. "There was a trumpet of poetry in the distance.

Between the floating clouds, there was a yellow-clothed monk, carrying a purple wooden box, stepping on a brisk pace, stepping on mango shoes, and holding a bamboo battle.

Every step he takes, he steps on a beat, and when this beat is coherent, it communicates with the aura of the mountain, and it moves slightly.

The flowers that were originally budding were all blooming, and the rocks and grasses that had been stained with dust and soil were all blooming with bright and bright colors as if they had been washed away by new rain.

After a few imperfect appearances, a stunning appearance finally appeared.

Mysterious, powerful but not deliberate, and this moment seems to be a natural bloom, perfectly integrated, it can be described as a master of the world.

"Treasure Chest Monk! I heard that there are endless treasures in his chest. And he travels all over the world, likes to get in touch with people, if he meets someone who is destined, even if it is a big baby, he is willing to give it away. If there is no chance, then even if it is a copper plate, he will not give it. In the crowd, many people went crazy, shouted loudly, and then crowded and ran towards the monk.

Although there are bald heads all over the mountains, there are few who can really achieve the four major emptiness.

Those who come are nothing more than fame and fortune.

Those who can't ask for fame want to get some benefits, it's okay.

In this chaos, almost no one found that Chu He, who was originally with Director Xu and the madman, was gone.

Thundered!

Suddenly the sky began to thunder and the wind surged.

The long wind brings a hint of coolness, but the majesty of the thunder still makes people feel a little awe.

A sword light suddenly descended, tearing the clouds apart.

The arc spread, and it directly turned into a purple light spot, and under the magnificent heavenly dome, it converged into a figure wearing a purple monk's robe.

The little monk has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his wide monk's robe is whistling in the long wind hunting.

With a sword on his back, he was righteous and powerful, with layers of flames.

Stepping on the thunder arc and stepping on the silver snake man dance all over the place, the little monk shook his sleeve robe and walked directly towards the disciple of the human bone master.

"Amitabha! The little monk has not asked for advice?" the little monk asked solemnly and solemnly with a solemn and solemn expression on his face in front of the disciple of the human bone master.

The disciple of the Human Bone Master had already stood up from the previous blow, and looked at the little monk in front of him with a sneer: "Just a nameless rat, you also deserve to ask my Dharma name? Do you still want to step on me to make a name for yourself? Do you have this ability? Do you have this qualification?"

The little monk slowly pulled out the sword that was wrapped in flames behind his back.

"Then please give a move! The Buddha Gate Puja will not be defiled by evil spirits. "The righteous words of the little monk said.

"I'll just stand here and let you three. The words did not fall.

But when he heard the little monk say a poem, his eyes showed a compassionate and compassionate color: "Killing is to protect life, cutting karma is not killing people, a sword flower blooms, and the flower blooms to see the Buddha Amitabha!"

Before the sound came out, the sword had already exploded into layers of fire.

Above the firelight, there were traces of thunder and lightning.

In the midst of thunder and fire, a lotus flower with purple in the fiery red blooms layer by layer.

When the lotus flower bloomed and fell, the light dissipated, and the disciple of the human bone master was already in a different place.

The boss with a big head and eyes still staring at him seemed to be in disbelief.

And his Yuan Shen, because he was full of malice and evil thoughts, had already been cut by the sword qi of Nan Mingli's fire sword, and his soul was scattered.

The entire Dragon Mountain was silent, and all eyes were fixed on the little monk who slashed the disciple of the human bone master with one sword, his eyes widened, his mouth propped up, he forgot to breathe, he forgot to breathe, no one spoke, and no one cheered.

"Kill well!" the three words of the holy monk of Fukya finally broke the unusual silence.

At the same time, the entire Longshan Mountain also seemed to be blown open by hundreds of catties of explosives, and began to sound extremely lively and noisy discussions.

In the crowd, the abbot of Jutong Temple had no regrets, and his intestines were full of regret at this moment.

His Dharma name is No Regrets, but at this moment, he can't put his head in his stomach and hide it with remorse.

Jielu actually killed the disciple of the human bone master, this is a bucket out of the big basket, and it has caused a catastrophe!

Jutong Temple is not the White Horse Temple, not to mention the Dalin Temple, Hanshan Temple, Daxiangguo Temple such as the world's great temple, Lingshan has a backstage, the temple has the support of great virtue, if the human bone master really knocks on the door, with the few pieces of material in the Jutong Temple, no one can stop it.

If the precepts are still there, it will be a little more reassuring.

But I don't know where the precepts are going, and I don't return for a long time.

"Good killing! Good killing for the sake of protecting life, cutting karma is not killing people! Little monk, which temple are you practicing in, and which bodhisattva are you worshipping?" asked the holy monk Fukya again.

Scold!

The little monk turned around and put away his sword, and also hid his edge, and the whole person seemed peaceful, as if the previous violent sword to punish the enemy was not his move.

"The little monk Jielu, practicing in the Jutong Temple of Leiming Mountain, worships my Buddha Rulai, and sees the true Buddha in my heart. The little monk said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The poor monks of Jutong Temple have also heard of it, but it is a famous mountain treasure temple. However, there are fewer scriptures in the temple, and the little monk is willing to come to my White Horse Temple to place an order? The holy monk of Fukya smiled and threw out an olive branch.