At the end of the road, the withered monks blocked the road, and the cars were all seemingly scattered but murderous edges.

Sima Ling stared at the old monk vigilantly, and then asked in a low voice to the half-headed tuo, "What kind of ox cart and sheep cart did my uncle say?"

The half-headed head held the tin staff tightly, and all the spirit of the body was mentioned in one place. After all, he accepted Wei Ye's employment, and once he started, he naturally refused to be a simple onlooker. However, at this moment, the invisible and Taoist immortal warlock in front of him, facing the thin and demonic old monk, opened his mouth to talk about Buddhism.

Wei Ye first said that the sheep cart, in Buddhism, the sheep cart represents the way to liberation of the Arhats, and the old monk refused to liberate himself without thinking about it.

Wei Ye said that the deer cart represented the wisdom of the enlightened sage, but the old monk replied calmly, he was still stupid and did not have wisdom when he heard the Dharma.

Wei Ye finally said that the ox cart, the ox cart is the bodhisattva's way of compassion, and the old monk told Wei Ye bluntly that he has attachment and no compassion.

Wei Ye asked Sanche, he wanted to move the old monk's Zen heart and seize the opportunity, but this strange and thin old monk had an evil spirit on his body, but he had a Zen heart that did not hinder him.

I have come to kill you, that is, I have no liberation, no wisdom, no mercy.

When I come to kill you, I ignore the precepts, and I do not seek the right result, and there is no hindrance.

If you kill, you will kill, and the rest of the trivial things can be ignored.

As a result, the atmosphere between the two answers became sparse, and between the immortal warlock and the old monk, there was a fierce meaning on the Shura Dao, and he was not allowed to mix in it again.

The three questions must not be disturbed, Wei Ye looked at this demonic old monk who had walked through the streets with a group of demons in the night, and he was also very bored. He put down the whip and jumped out of the car.

With his feet on the ground, the immortal warlock suddenly remembered something and asked, "Your master?"

Wang Chao, the toad who was caged in his sleeve by Wei Ye, didn't dare to squeak, Wei Ye shook his sleeve with satisfaction, turned the Lantian jade incense box in his sleeve a few times, and exclaimed: "That's right, it's really a promising guy." ”

Wang Chao, who was lying in the Lantian jade incense box, was full of bitterness, and was dizzy from being shaken by Wei Ye, but he didn't dare to come out at all.

The old monk looked at Wei Ye's sleeve, and his face finally loosened a little, but these shakes were only the end after all, the old monk held the hand of the short-handled tin staff, shook it gently, and in the light sound of Langlang, there was only a solemn look left on his face: "Old man Ka Moro, dare to ask for advice." ”

Listening to the name of this old monk, Wei Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

Samara is a Sanskrit word meaning a thorn born of hell, and its thorns are like blades of a rock, which is obviously the name of the law, not the real name. The Dharma name is such a thing, which means that this demonic old monk is in the Buddha's door, but it can't be used to perform Wei Ye's most accessible name control technique.

Between frowning, Wei Ye's sword was not unsheathed, but there was a flash of fire in the sleeve, which suddenly burst out.

The fire is like a snake, and the body of the snake is a short steel arrow, and the runes of the Dongyang sword on the arrow are curled, faintly revealing pure dryness.

The old monk felt the short arrow stabbing towards his throat, and felt a trace of blood hidden in the flames of the arrow, and there was a slight anger between his eyebrows.

This trace of anger immediately turned into a fanskrit voice: "Om!"

This "Om" is not as loud as the monks turned into frogs in the cold forest, but between the sounds, there is a faint meaning of shaking the air.

In Buddhism, the word "Om" is the heart of the Buddha, the three bodies of the Buddhas, and the three difficult and destructive vajra virtues of the past, present and future.

The word Om sounded, and the old monk stretched out his left hand, his index finger and thumb interlocked, and made a mark towards the Liujia arrow.

The handprint was raised forward, facing the arrow of the Rokko arrow, and between the flames, the Rokko arrow kept jumping, but it couldn't go half an inch!

It seems that he has long known that the Liujia arrow can't help this demonic old monk, Wei Ye didn't care, his shoulders shook slightly, and in the sound of the spring flicking, the peach daughter came out of the sheath!

Wei Ye Liujia arrow out, the old monk responded with the Buddhist handprint, but at this moment, the peach daughter is out of the sheath, this old monk who calls himself the ghost thorn of hell, what is the way to deal with it?

On the peach gold, the Dongyang sword wished the flames to jump, and the red sword blade with blue and purple slashed directly at the door of the old monk's face.

As if he felt that the flame on the sword was much purer and warmer than that on the Liujia arrow, the expression on his face remained unchanged, his right hand was flipped, and the short-handled tin staff went from the bottom to the top, straight to the peach and the gold.

Wei Ye slashed down with a sword, but Samara's tin staff was reversed, and the tin staff swung upward, just like that, the peach gold was put into the tin staff chakra!

Seeing that the opponent's magic sword entered the middle of the sword, a trace of triumph flashed on the old monk's face, and he chanted again:

"There is no beginning and no end, there is no past and no present, the void law realm, the internal and external nature, if it is, there is a cause of silence!"

The chanting sounded, and on the tin staff, the eight rings moved in unison.

The eight hoops shook unusually well, for they had only one target, the sword that was encased in the tin rod chakra.

One, two, three......

Four, five, six......

Each blow hit the spine of the peach golden's sword, making a crisp sound, and the reason why the sound appeared was because the object was vibrating.

The hoop kept tapping, so Momoken began to vibrate non-stop.

At first, this vibration was not enough to make Wei Ye pay attention, but after a while, with the knocking of the iron ring, the peach daughter buzzed.

There will be a buzzing sound, that's because Tao Qianjin is vibrating at a very fast speed, one ring goes, one ring comes, the knock of the iron ring makes Tao Qianjin shake faster and faster, and the amplitude is getting bigger and bigger, and even Wei Ye's hand holding the sword feels a burst of pain and numbness!

If the peach daughter is just an ordinary peachwood sword, then in the first round of the tin staff hoop, there is a good chance that it will be broken. If Tao Qianjin was just a strong Qingfeng forged by a craftsman, in such a high-speed beating vibration, the hard iron sword would also bend, and the best steel sword might also break.

Fortunately, the peach thousand gold is the remnant of the ancient peach immortal after the thunderstorm, and it is not comparable to iron in terms of toughness and hardness. However, although Tao Qianjin was not afraid of the intermittent tapping of the iron ring on the tin staff, the person holding the sword could no longer wait for the old demon monk in front of him to shake his right hand numb.

Wei Ye felt the numbness in his palm, and he exerted force on his wrist, and at the same time, the true qi in his palm was lucky, awakening the peach daughter.

Tao Qianjin was a sword fetus that had been abolished by a certain Daomen sword cultivator, but it was re-cultivated by Wei Ye with the Taiping Sutra and given a new life. In the sword lurking in the Taiping Sutra to kill all the evil and non-Taoist Dongyang Sword Zhu, is the sword of slaying demons, but also the fire of demon purification, at this moment the red light on the sword turned into almost substantial fire, burning fiercely!