"Dry Bone Old Devil, what are you going to do? These mortals are innocent, you put them down!" Zen Master Huikong shouted anxiously. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The old demon with dry bones smiled brightly: "What am I going to do? My millions of dry bones have been destroyed by you, and I naturally want to make up for it! Although these mortals have no spirituality, they are better than they still have a body of blood, which is enough, enough!"

The voice of the old devil with dry bones fell on the ears of Zen Master Huikong, which was tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky! What he was most afraid of was that the old devil with dry bones would hit these mortals with his idea! You must know that the old devil with dry bones is a demon who has accumulated years of practice, and has killed tens of millions of living beings! In his eyes, these millions of people are just low-grade materials! Buddhism is merciful, how can Huikong endure these millions of people becoming playthings in the hands of the old devil with dry bones, and the equipment for refining magic treasures?

However, if Guanghui's body is given to this old demon, I am afraid that after a few decades, when the old demon reconciles this body with his own body perfectly, then there will definitely be a peerless demon who has survived the thunder tribulation, which is not good news for Buddhism, immortals, and even the common people in the world!

Just when Huikong was entangled, the king of the Lijiang River appeared on the street with a panicked face, and he cried to the old devil with dry bones: "This immortal, please don't hurt the widowed people, whatever you want, the widow will give it to you!"

The hundreds of thousands of people who were controlled by the old devil with dry bones let out a penetrating laugh, and as soon as the old devil with dry bones moved, thousands of people hugged their heads with their hands, twisted their heads with all their might! Huikong's eyes were suddenly blood-red, and he said angrily: "What are you doing!" The king of Lijiang cried even more miserably, crawled to Zen Master Huikong, hugged his legs and cried: "Grandpa Buddha, you just agree to this fairy's request, my poor people, they are all widowed people! Grandpa Buddha, I beg you!"

"This ・・・・・・" Huikong looked down at the King of Lijiang who was crying with his legs, his eyes were full of unbearable, but if he gave his body to the old devil with dry bones, the disaster it would bring in the future would not be a matter of killing millions of people!

"Hey, hey!" the old devil with dry bones smiled, and thousands of people grabbed his neck and strangled himself to death!

"Help me, I don't want to die!" Suddenly, the old devil with dry bones let go of a little control over those mortals, although the hundreds of thousands of people couldn't move, there were still demons manipulating their bodies, but they regained control of their mouths, those people, one by one opened their mouths and cried, some begged the old devil with dry bones to spare their lives, some begged Huikong Zen Master to give their bodies to the old devil, hundreds of thousands of people shouted together, more chaotic than the vegetable market, the old devil seemed to be listening to the beautiful music of the world, looking at the people who were controlled by him proudly, and the eyes of Huikong Zen Master were even more complicated and tangled！

At this time, in the crowd without ** control, a young man shouted angrily to Huikong: "That monk, you quickly give him the body of the old monk! Why did we all contract the plague this morning, why did the old monk of your family be able to cure it, and saved the people of the city so quickly, and finally, provoked such a powerful immortal! Among them, what are your calculations?"

"Yes! Yes! This matter is strange, our Lijiang City suffered such suffering, it was all deliberate by you monks, my mother, you died so miserably! In vain, you go to the temple every day to burn incense and worship the Buddha, but those monks are uneasy and kind to harm you!" Another young man, he was lying on the ground and weeping bitterly, that look, as miserable as it was!

In the crowd, in the crowd, from time to time some people echoed the words of these two young people, although there were not many people who could hear the voices of these young people, but the ordinary people, who were not very literate, could not open their minds, and were the most easy to be fooled, otherwise they would not be willing to be exploited and oppressed! With the promotion of people in the crowd, and the demonic energy of the old devil aroused the demonic thoughts in their hearts, starting from the people in the city, their eyes began to change, looking at Zen Master Huikong, no longer the same as before, but began to be suspicious, even with a trace of hatred!

When the King of Lijiang heard what those young people said, he suddenly let go of the hand holding the Huikong Zen Master, and asked with suspicion and anger in his eyes: "Master, is what they said true? We left the country, but we are a subject country of your Golden Pagoda Temple, why do we have to make such a calculation in our Lijiang King? My people, you died so miserably!" The King of Lijiang even pointed the finger at Huikong Zen Master, this great Buddhist master who originally saved the suffering, and in an instant, he became a demon monk who regarded human life as a mustard and used millions of people in Lijiang City as chess pieces!

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can the monks of my Jinta Temple be such a person? Why don't you hate that old demon, but come to resent my ancestor?" When Guangyuan heard this, he immediately became angry, and roared at the King of Lijiang.

The king of Lijiang seemed to be frightened by Guangyuan's ferocity, and immediately sat on the ground, and then said with a trilling voice in his voice: "Do you still want to commit murder?" Our Lijiang City has worked hard to collect spiritual objects for your Jinta Temple and offer incense, originally to pray for peace, but now, there is no peace, this disaster is still brought by you, are you worthy of our Lijiang City's worship for hundreds of years?"

The old devil with dry bones laughed at the complaint of the king of Lijiang, a mortal, to the Zen master of Huikong, with his eyes, how could he not see that the king of Lijiang was deliberately targeting Huikong, a mortal, daring to do against Buddhism is already extremely strange, and it is also a great virtue of Buddhism who has cultivated into a primordial god, this is even more strange, don't think that Buddhism is merciful, and he will not kill at will, monks are high, especially cultivating into a primordial god, he is even more noble, and he is bullied by a mortal like an ant, who can bear this breath? Buddhism also has vajra angry eyes, and there are also Buddhas who should not be humiliated!

The old devil with dry bones guessed that this king of Lijiang must have relied on, and this reliance was either a master of the Yuan Shen like Zen Master Huikong, or higher than the realm of the Yuan Shen! But no matter how the old devil of dry bones investigated, he didn't feel a trace of breath, which made his heart full of doubts, even if he was an old demon who had accumulated years, he would not have thought that this King of Lijiang was fooled by Li Xuan, and the reliance in his heart was the old devil himself!

"Alas!" Zen Master Huikong sighed and said, "Do you know that I gave this body to the old demon, and in the future, a supreme demon will be born in this heaven and earth, and I don't know how many creatures will be killed!"