"The two fellow Daoists are new to joining?"

Coming to the gathering place of these foundation building monks, a male cultivator who looked like the leader of the team glanced at the two of them suspiciously.

He Miaomiao and Zijun saw that although there were many people here, they were familiar with each other, and it was unlikely that they wanted to mix in it.

"When we passed by this forest to renovate, we saw you chasing and killing those Buddha cultivators, and we heard someone say that they had returned from the Ning Dan period, so we followed you. ”

Hearing He Miaomiao's explanation, the team leader eased his cold look, and his tone was still impatient, "Then do you want to join, or do you want to go on your own?"

Seeing that the eyes of the two were full of doubts, a female cultivator next to them stepped forward and asked, "You have just arrived in the West, right? In recent years, the scope of the Sanxiu Hui has been made into a miasma by these people, and we really can't bear it." ”

Seeing that she was easier to speak, Zijun hurriedly hugged her fists: "We have indeed just returned from training, and we ask Daoyou to solve your doubts." ”

"A few years ago, the Dongtian Monk arrived in Canglan, you always know about this, right?"

He Miaomiao and Zijun nodded again and again before she continued:

"We in the West are a group of pseudo-Buddhist cultivators, the ones you just saw. After interrogating them for a while, they left it alone and left them to cultivate in the West. They are all casual cultivators, and our local monks have never been embarrassed. ”

"But after only a year and a half of settling down, the few Ning Dan stage leaders began to track down low-level cultivators everywhere. As soon as they think that they are acting inappropriately, they will be arrested and threatened to abolish the cultivation and force everyone to obey their false intentions!"

Hearing this, He Miaomiao and Zijun were so shocked that they had nothing to say. knew that He Yangui was sick in the brain, but he didn't think that the people under him were already terminally ill!

What they realized in Qinglang was not much close to Buddhism at all, and they relied on the experience of Taoist cultivation to forcibly put it in, and comprehended the heart as the Taoist heart.

The so-called motivation, also known as bodhichitta, is a straightforward, deep-minded, and compassionate mind.

It means that as a true Buddha, one should have an upright and undistorted heart, a heart that deeply seeks the Buddha's path, and at the same time, one should benefit oneself and others, and benefit all sentient beings who encompass themselves.

And He Yangui and others are obviously not like this.

True Buddhas don't have the same understanding of killing as they do. Using only some cruel means, such as abolishing cultivation instead of killing, is not considered to be a great mercy.

The more she talked, the more angry she became, and she complained indignantly:

"The people of us here have friends or relatives, and they have been abolished and cultivated by those Ning Dan Period! Two days ago, we followed the clues and found them in the forest, and then we began to hunt them down. We can't kill high-level, and killing a few accomplices of the same level can be regarded as venting anger!"

In their group of people, the lowest is only the late stage of the Qi refining period, and the highest is only the foundation building consummation, and there are more than thirty people left.

There were two Jindan monks who were captured alive by the other party in the last chase and killing, and their lives and deaths are still unknown.

In just two days of tracking here, they killed a lot of pseudo-Buddhist cultivators, and they were ready to repair for a while before returning to the city.

"Don't you care about the Sanxiu Hui?" Zijun was very puzzled, everyone was spreading wild on the turf, didn't they feel unhappy at all?

The female cultivator smiled and waved her hand: "It's all loose cultivation, grievances and grievances, and you can solve it yourself." If we don't join him in the Scattered Cultivation Gathering, who will be in charge of them?"

Another female cultivator who came over also nodded again and again: "That's it! Besides, these pseudo-Buddhist cultivators are also treacherous! Only to provoke us who have no background in the Qi refining and foundation building period, and no matter how high-level the monks are, or near Xiaoyao City, they will never dare to offend." ”

He Miaomiao and Zijun finally understood, it seems that the pseudo-Buddhist cultivators will not make much trouble, and the ones who are alarmed are only scattered cultivators in remote cities.

For the monks who had not joined them, there was really no need to worry about fighting and killing.

What's more, He Yangui's side only has a few golden pill periods, and he can't jump up, no matter how many low-level people he gathers, he can't pose any threat to the Scattered Cultivation Hui.

When these pseudo-Buddhist cultivators reach the scale of today's Zhongyu Cave, maybe they will shoot to disperse.

"In this case, you might as well send a Taoist friend to the East China Sea and inform the Buddhist family of Mishima that there are people here who do evil things under the banner of Buddhist cultivation, and maybe it will be done once and for all. ”

He Miaomiao only felt that chasing and fighting like them, and continuing to track after resting and resting was really laborious and a waste of time.

Since these people are messing around in the name of Buddhism, let them see what real Buddhism is.

"Hey, you're doing a good job!" the female cultivator turned her head and called out to the male cultivator in the lead, relayed He Miaomiao's words, and asked again, "What do you think?" If it is feasible, I can leave at any time. ”

The male cultivator glanced at He Miaomiao, and after thinking for a moment, he still nodded, "That's fine! We have been chasing for so long, and we have always done useless work." This Taoist friend is right, leave it to the real Buddhist monks to solve it, and only then can it be solved from the root. ”

"I'll leave now!" the nun was obviously anxious, and stood up as she spoke, "Two Taoist friends, meet again!"

The nun beckoned a friendly companion, and the two of them dodged out of the formation together, and disappeared with a flying magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist, we also take our leave. "He Miaomiao and Zijun saw that everyone still had to repair, so it was not good for them to stay here longer.

The male cultivator nodded, and wordlessly hugged his fists at the two, watching them leave the formation.

Before they could sacrifice the flying magic weapon, the two of them were knocked to the ground by a burst of high-level aura, and the combined formation behind them was destroyed with a single blow, and in the loud sound, dust suddenly flew into the sky.

He Miaomiao and Zijun bore the brunt of the blow, and they were hit by coercion and strong aura fluctuations, and they were hit with severe pain.

Some of the monks behind him were frightened during the meditation, their meridians were torn, and they vomited blood.

The male cultivator who led the team with a successful foundation did not fall to the ground with all his might, and looked at the few people flying in the air opposite, his eyes were full of hatred.

He Miaomiao raised her eyelids and glanced at the leader, it was He Yangui who had shaved off his green hair and had a bright red ring scar on his head!

Beside him, a Meditation Consummation Male Cultivator in a black robe stepped on the lotus-shaped magic weapon, his hands folded, and there was only viciousness in his eyes when he looked at everyone: "If you commit a killing ring, don't you quickly kneel down and repent!"

"Little crumbs!

In the midst of the casual cultivation, a middle-aged man was so angry that his eyes were red, and he seemed to have a deep hatred with this black-clothed male cultivator.

"Hmph, I don't know how to lift. The black-clothed male cultivator was refuted in public, his face showed a little embarrassment, and he was about to take the opportunity to make a move, but he saw He Yangui stretch out his hand to stop him.

His eyes were as pure as childishness, and he looked down at a gray-clothed nun with an ordinary face and lowered her head.

After a moment, with a wave of his hand, he disguissed the two people below him, and suddenly chuckled.

"Little nephew, we meet again. ”