A sharp sound of ding, floating leisurely among everyone, cone into everyone's hearts, cone into their minds, and seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, only this sound exists.

The warrior monk was stunned, and the snowflakes around him gradually slowed down until they stood still in mid-air, like falling into an illusion.

In this realm, the warrior monk suddenly wore a white robe, emitting a little immeasurable holy light, his face was blurred, and he pointed to patrol the city guard, and said like a wonderful Brahma voice: "Do you want to be a Buddha?"

"You are willing to be a Buddha, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

As the words of the warrior monks fell, the night sky suddenly turned into daylight, the sound of Sanskrit music, and the holy light swayed down from the sky, like the sky opening the door of bliss to welcome the Buddhas to their places.

Until the Buddha's light descended on the head of the city guards, the city guards still held their waist knives tightly and refused to give up their hands, and the tip of the knife was still stained with a little blood of the warrior monks.

The city patrol guard was reluctant to abandon the sword, and the warrior monk frowned.

"Will you be a demon?"

"Will you be a demon?"

"You want to be a demon!"

The warrior monk suddenly roared, and King Kong's angry eyes seemed to be in vain.

The warrior monk was furious, the scene changed completely, and the night fell again, surrounded by black gas in the air, the blood plasma on the ground rolled, and the ground was full of stumps and broken remains, just like the bloody purgatory in the temple reappeared.

It's like falling into hell.

At this moment, the warrior monk also turned into a three-faced, six-armed horse-headed king, his eyes were wide open, his angry hair stood upright, standing majestically in the flames of Prajna, and the vajra in his hand pointed directly at the city patrol: "If you are a demon!"

With the finger of this vajra, the soldiers of the city patrol immediately turned into blue-faced fangs, and the mouth and tongue dripping with blood were evil ghosts, holding ghost-headed knives and howling fiercely.

"If you are a demon!" the three-sided wrath of King Kong of the Horse-Headed Ming King Kong was constantly spinning, and each image spat out a word: "Except! Exclude!"

In the hell realm, these warrior monks are like the king of the horse's head, angry and threatening, invulnerable, and all the evil spirits

......

In the night sky, the goose feathers and heavy snow are still slowly falling, and they do not lose an extra point or an inch less because of the warm corpses on the ground.

When these warrior monks came to their senses, they were stunned to find that all the city guards outside Changyuan Temple had been killed, and none of them survived.

Even the city patrol guards who were in charge of martial law at the gate of the temple were injured and stunned by the warrior monks, as well as the death row prisoners who were escorted with the team, were all mended by the angry warrior monks and knocked into pulp.

What's going on?

These warrior monks were stunned, and then a sharp pain struck, and the warrior monks found that their arms were either broken or their thighs were gone, and everyone screamed loudly.

There was a warrior monk who couldn't hold on, and after coming back to his senses, he directly broke off in one breath and fell to the ground and died immediately.

There are those who can still hold on, sit on the ground, look at the hell around them, and panic, they are obviously Buddhas in the hell realm just now, holding a vajra, and their eyes are angry to eliminate demons......

Why did he return to the human realm at this moment, but his hands were full of blood, like the demon who slaughtered people?

Is he a Buddha or a demon?

"Do you understand?" a magnetic voice floated down from overhead, and the three monks who were still alive on the ground looked up and saw a big man in sackcloth and bare feet standing beside him.

The big man's hair had just come out, only an inch long, and he was looking at the three monks with a smile.

Mai Han's question must not be able to wait for a response, and at this time, the three monks who had used all their strength to raise their heads had passed away quietly.

He stared at the three monks who had lost their vitality for a while, bent down, gently stroked the eyes of the three monks, and said to himself: "If you don't fall into the devil, where does the Buddha come from? The world does not become a demon, where does the Buddha come from? There is no demon in the world, how can there be a Buddha?"

"Then should the next sentence say that everyone in the world is a demon, and you have become a Buddha yourself?" another voice floated down from overhead.

Suo Cuo slowly straightened his waist and turned to see a person standing on an old maple on the side of the road.

"Where is the demon?" asked Suo Cuo indifferently with a twist of the vajra.

In today's scene, Suo Cuo didn't want others to see it, and even the Imperial City Division who was secretly monitoring was cleaned up by Suo Cuo one by one, so he naturally wouldn't be polite to this inexplicable person.

"Me?" said the man on the tree, "You don't know each other, but I still have to report my name as usual, I have many names, now, you can call me Shifang." ”

"Are you the ten directions of the ten directions of the world?" are you from the Buddhist sect?"

"No, I am the ten unbounded ten directions, and you have no relationship with your Buddha, you don't have to pretend to be a salute, you are not your own Buddha, you are only here for troubled times, a demon monk in troubled times, why do you need to be formal?" The man replied indifferently, with no intimacy in his words.

This person is Lang Zong who met Ding Li in Golden Lion Lane, his name is Shifang at this time, he didn't come here to make friends, especially Suo Cuo, who called the other party a demonic 'friend' when he met, Lang Zong was even more disdainful.

Suocuo, who vaguely guessed who the ten directions were, still seemed to be smiling, tilted his head, and asked innocently: "No, donor, you are wrong, I am not here for the troubled times, but the troubled times are about to arise, and I will calm it."

Look around here, you look at this left and right Beijing, you look at this Qingguo, everyone is a demon, there are demons everywhere, this is the Demon Domain, I don't enter the Demon Domain, who enters? I don't get rid of the demons, who excludes? The bald donkey who can only wag its tail by the class of the Qingguo?"

"Crooked, the Buddha only says to cross the demons, not to get rid of the demons. One thought of the Buddha and one thought of the devil, the Buddha and the demon are all born from the heart. In the eyes of today's Qingguo, you are the devil. Shifang pursed his lips, then looked around, and then looked up at the sky: "In the winter of the thirty-fifth year of the Qingli calendar, the first snow in Kyoto, the Western monks are in turmoil, and there is no Buddha in Beijing left and right." ”

"Okay, I wrote it down. ”

Before Shifang left, he looked at Suo Cuo again: "I see the fortune of the Western Desert in a whirlpool, but I'm afraid that what you are messing with is not the luck of the Qingguo, but the luck of your Thousand Sects in the Western Desert." ”

Ten directions left, Suo Cuo stood silently in the snow, thought for a while, and then disappeared into the snowflakes step by step.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the blood of the monks in Ukyo became colder and colder, and although there were many monks who did not listen to the dissuasion to sneak into Ukyo with the intention of saving people, in the end they could not withstand the strangulation of the entire Kyoto Imperial Defense Force, and they became frozen corpses on the side of the street one by one.

In the end, all the temples in Ukyo were turned into empty temples according to the instructions of the small national teacher.

Several large carts came and went on the streets, and the city guards began to arrange for some clean-up work, and the requisitioned servants carried the stiffened corpses into the cars and transported them to the nearest monastery for burial.

Then the arrows and broken armor all over the ground were picked up, and the heavy snow fell down, and this place will be a brand new Youjing.

However, the area of Changyuan Temple is an exception, which was re-imposed by the follow-up city patrol guards and kept the status quo, and then the Imperial City Division specially sent a group of masters to do a round of on-site investigation.

Not long after, the investigation reports of the Imperial City Division were handed to the Kyoto Garrison Division Fang Feishen, the Imperial City Division Lian Zhan, the first auxiliary Guan Ping, and the Qin Tianjian National Division.

The warrior monks opened the killing ring, violently slaughtered two teams of city guards, and even killed innocent death row prisoners and the imperial city eunuch in charge of the prison, which was beyond Guan Ping's bottom line, Guan Ping could only pinch his nose to admit this fact, and signed two orders in a row.

The martial law level in Kyoto was immediately raised by one level, and Sakyo was urgently transferred to twice the previous force to carry out the order to kill, and Sakyo's temples were emptied faster, and the snowflakes fell more urgently.

In one night, the temples on the left and right sides of Kyoto were completely empty, and half of the monks who poured into Kyoto yesterday were missing.

When Fu Bo returned to Qin Tianjian, only the imprisoned fearless mage was left on the stargazing platform, and the rest of the great monks had already scattered out to admonish everyone, hoping to keep more people for Buddhism.