The corpse roared to the Buddha in the silent night, composing a sad song. In the year of the late tomb, he is still heroic, and he is not afraid of fighting forty times. The sad wind rolls up the blood clouds, don't be sad, sacrifice yourself to prove your true nature, and step on the Western Bliss.

A battle between good and evil, more and less evil is rippling in the night-shrouded Zhu'er Village, where four ancient monks draw the end of their lives.

"Three senior brothers, junior brother is one step ahead. The old monk Changde, who was covered in blood, shouted, closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground, his face full of compassion and no regrets. Beside him, a corpse was pulling his bloodied hand from the old monk's body.

"Senior brother!" The old monk Chang Jing looked at the junior brother who fell to the ground, brandished the Buddha beads and repelled a jumping corpse for several feet, and then quickly rushed to the side of the junior brother and put the Buddha beads on the neck of the corpse leader. But obviously the string of Buddha beads couldn't shake the corpse, and when Chang Jing put it on, the corpse roared, turned around violently, and stretched his hands directly into the body of Chang Jing's old monk.

"Two senior brothers, senior brothers did their best. Chang Jing glanced at the two senior brothers who were fighting with the group of corpses, and a smile appeared on his face, and then he folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and the Buddha beads made a loud explosion of 'boom~', and all the monks and corpses died.

"Amitabha! "Amitabha!

The yellow robe on his body was also broken by this time, and several deep tooth holes could be seen on the exposed arms.

"Roar~" An angry corpse scream sounded, and a corpse quickly approached the side of Chang Ming monk, the former grabbed the old monk's shoulder with one hand, and held the latter's arm with the other. 'Hiss~' made a sound of flesh and bone separation, and the old monk's arm was torn off from his body.

"Roar~" The corpse leader let out a roar this time, but this time the cry was not anger, but pain. I saw Chang Ming holding the vajra in his hand tightly and piercing into the former's heart. The corpse man closed his eyeless eyes and fell to the ground, still clutching the rags of the old monk's robe.

Monk Chang Ming, who had lost an arm, fell to the ground with a miserable face, and he looked at the dark sky and recited a Buddha name in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, the two zombies dragged him up from the ground, and the mouth with two long fangs bit directly on the old monk's neck.

'Boom~' 'Boom~' Two explosions, two Buddha beads flew to the two zombies that were biting and eating blood, and exploded.

Chang Deng withdrew the hand that threw the Buddha beads, and when he was about to block the punch from the black-clothed Mao Roar, it was too late, and his thin and old body was directly shocked by Mao Roar's punch and flew several feet away.

Chang Deng's body hit an old mulberry tree and stopped, he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, looked at the corpses not far away, the black-clothed Mao Roar and the five remaining zombies behind him, and helped the mulberry tree to stand up.

"Old monk, I didn't expect you to have some ability. Mao roared in a cold tone, full of murderous intent, he took a few steps forward, stood by the door outside the courtyard wall, saw the villagers of Zhu'er Village in the house, and laughed, "I swear to destroy this village today." ”

When the villagers in the house saw Mao's roar outside the courtyard gate, their faces were panicked and their whole bodies trembled.

"I~ I fought with you. Just as the pair were standing, a man in his thirties in the room let out an angry shout, picked up a bench, rushed out of the house and smashed straight at Mao Yan.

'Bell~', and the bench smashed on the top of Mao Roar's head as if it had been knocked on an iron block.

"You and other ants, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" Mao He looked at the villager holding the bench with a gloomy face, and when the words landed, he grabbed the latter's neck with one hand, and then threw it directly backwards, and five small zombies surrounded the villagers in the middle and sucked them, and the villagers calmed down after a few screams.

The villagers who were already scared inside the house were even more frightened when they saw this scene, most of them looked at the roar outside the courtyard gate with a desperate face, and a few people opened their throats and cried bitterly.

"Old monk, isn't it good to meditate and cultivate in the temple? You have to wait for this troubled water, since you like to come out so much, today I will let you see with your own eyes how these villagers died at my hands. Mao He looked at Chang Deng and smiled coldly, and when he was about to go to the house, the latter raised his hand and shook it, and a Buddha bead flew straight to the former.

"Useless old monk, this kind of thing can't hurt me. Mao Roar stopped when he saw the Buddha bead, stood motionless with his hands behind his back, and let the Buddha bead hit himself and burst.

"The poor monk has spent his whole life of hard work to enlighten the Buddha, although he has never understood life and death, but he also understands the cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is unpleasant, you wait for the evil demon to create such a blood debt, are you not afraid of the heavens' wrath, and bad luck will come?" Chang Deng's pale face did not show the slightest emotion, and after whispering, he sat cross-legged on the ground directly.

"Karma? My zombie clan was abandoned by the heavens, and was not tolerated by the world, and since the time of the famine, they have been separated from the six realms and three realms. Since we are not in the realm, what is the use of your so-called karma for us?" Mao roared coldly, and suddenly saw a faint golden light flashing from the body of the Chang Deng under the old mulberry tree, and a solemn momentum appeared on the old and thin face.

"Amitabha! Heaven has the virtue of a good life, you and other evil demons only know how to devour blood and slaughter, and today the poor monks will eliminate disasters on behalf of the heavens, except for you. The old monk Chang Deng stood up from the ground, his original sluggish demeanor disappeared, and at this time he seemed to be a different person, showing a strange spirit.

"I wanted you to live a little longer, but since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you. Mao roared loudly, and then his legs moved, and the black figure rushed towards the old monk at great speed.

"The Great Luo Buddha Palm. As soon as Mao Roar's body moved, Chang Deng's right hand became a palm, and a palm slapped at Mao Roar who was about to attack him, and in the palm of his hand, a swastika with golden light came out of thin air, like ripples on the water, and quickly became larger and greeted Mao Roar.

'Bang~' After the illusory swastika became graphite-sized, it hit the black shadow with a muffled sound, and then dissipated, while Mao Roar was shocked back several steps.

"One Sumeru is one world, one side turns into earth for one day and one month. The Bodhisattva Mahasattva, descending compassion and purifying the universe. Chang Deng chanted for a while, took off the Buddha bead shining with a faint golden glow on his neck and threw it forward, and directly lassoed the hair roar that had just stabilized his body in retreat. Then he slapped five palms one after another, killing all the five little zombies behind Mao Roar.

"Eight Heavenly Dragons in one palm. The old monk slapped out a palm in the air, and an extremely dim golden dragon shadow appeared along the palm of his hand, drilling into the hairy roar that was trapped by the Buddha beads.

'Bell~' The dim golden dragon phantom collided with Mao Roar's body, as if it had hit the iron wall of the copper wall, and it made a crisp sound and then turned into a golden glow and dissipated. The roar of Mao, who was caught by the Buddha beads, let out a painful roar, and his body slammed into a slam and broke the string of Buddha beads that was holding him.

The round small Buddha beads were scattered all over the ground, and one of them rolled to the feet of the old monk, the dim golden light that flashed outside his body had disappeared, and the strange spirit spirit had also disappeared, and at this time, his old face revealed a rich dead air.