"Donor, do you want to let or not?" The old monk wanted to cry without tears, he was shrewd all his life, how could he meet such a scoundrel, he might not be able to fight, he might not be able to hide, he still blocked himself, and let the phoenix into the Western Elysium, but he was saddened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you don't let it, you just don't let it. If you want to fight, you can fight, or if you don't fight, then come with me and see. You must always bear the trouble you have caused yourself. In this life, Buddhism has caused boundless sins, and it is natural to repay them slowly. You can't avenge the murder of your son, how can you continue the teachings of your Buddhism, and how can you educate sentient beings?"

"What's more, Jinding Daoist, you have to know that this Buddha Gate is no longer the Buddha Gate in your heart and memory. It can be seen that this old monk and the Buddhism founded by the leading saint and the Zhun Ti saint are not on the same road, but more likely to be the Buddhist patriarch of a certain era a few genesis years ago.

Not only in appearance, bearing, but even Mu Ran has an intuition, although this old monk, although there is more or less a protective psychology for the Buddhism in this world, but his personality is indeed like a real Buddha, not reaching or falling, and remaining forever.

Looking at today's Buddhism, those people who are known as "Big Buddhas" and "Ancient Buddhas" are just practicing the Buddhist exercises founded by the saints and the saints, and at most they can only be regarded as people who practice Buddhism, not the real Buddha.

For the real Buddha, Mu Ran also has a kind of admiration from the bottom of his heart, but if the other party is just in the name of "Buddha" and does that swaggering thing, then in Mu Ran's eyes, he is not even a scum.

Sighing slightly, Mu Ran put away the simple and majestic power emanating from his whole body, slowly walked a few steps forward, came to the old monk, shook his head and said, "Jinding Daoist, if you are willing, I will wait and watch from the sidelines, and see how much gap there is between the current Buddhism and the Buddhism in your heart, how about it?"

"The scorching flame Taoist is vengeful, I'm afraid that he wants to destroy the root of my Buddhism, how can this be good, this Taoist friend, please be accommodating. So far, there is only one branch left in my Buddhism, even if it is biased, even if it has gradually drifted away, but for the monk me, it is the home of tens of millions of Buddhas such as me after all. Speaking of which, there were more or less tear stains in the old monk's cloudy eyes.

Although he hides it, he still pays attention to it all the time, just like a parent who cares about his children very much, even if the child makes a big mistake, he must stop all the disasters for him.

"Don't worry, Jinding Daoist, even if you don't come forward, haven't you forgotten Hongjun? No matter how far away he is, as long as the Buddhism is fundamentally damaged, is there a reason why he can't come out?" Mu Ran's face was filled with a confident smile, as if everything was under his control.

"Hongjun?" silently reciting the name in his heart, a not very good feeling suddenly surged into the old monk's heart.

In the Western Elysium, on the Pure Land of Bliss, the two Heavenly Dao Saints, the Guiding Saint and the Zhun Ti Saint, were facing the noble and gorgeous phoenix in embarrassment.

Since getting the true inheritance of Daozu Hongjun, the two of them have felt that their strength has improved a lot, even if the Tongtian Sect Master comes again, they will never be like before, they can't even take a move, the two of them join forces, and they even have the courage to challenge Taishang Laojun.

Self-confidence comes from the expansion after gaining strength. But now, such an expansion, under the hands of a woman, has been completely shattered, and even face has been lost.

It is unimaginable that the attack of the two of them with all their strength was easily defused by the woman in front of them, and it didn't even take much effort. The two saints of the West have always been excluded, but as heavenly saints, they have more or less their own arrogance, but such arrogance has been wantonly trampled on by the other party.

"Are you the ones who killed my son Kong Xuan?" With a tone that was almost like interrogating a prisoner, Phoenix gently spat out such a sentence, which made the two Heavenly Dao Saints shudder.

In Phoenix's view, respect is given to those who have enough strength. Like the Jinding Daoist, if it weren't for the grudges and prejudices between the two sides, they would definitely be polite and respectful when they met. But in her eyes, what are the two saints of Buddhism and what are the saints of the Heavenly Dao, they are simply unpopular existences.

Heavenly Dao Saints?Guys who are not even as good as Dao people, Phoenix is a scorching Dao Lord, as long as he is willing, he can also create a few Fire Dao Saints, although these Fire Dao Saints can't achieve real saints, but in the eyes of the Dao Lord, the Heavenly Dao Saint is just a vassal.

Is this the kind of person who dared to kill her son?

When the Peng Demon King died, she also noticed it, but she was warned by the Great Dao and had to live in seclusion. The Phoenix clan, if you talk about the direct clansmen, there are only three people left: Phoenix, Kong Xuan, and Peng Demon King, and they died all of a sudden, so how can Phoenix not be angry?

"How can this be reasonable, when you enter my Elysium, you even say wildly, demon girl, even if your demon law is monstrous, what can you do? In front of Dao Ancestor, it can only turn into ashes!" "The seven-colored divine light brushed out by the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree of the Zhun Ti Sage is of no use to the phoenix, and his body as a Western Gengjin is even more restrained by the flames. He was finally angry after being suppressed all the time, and then he let out his wild words.

Carefully sacrificed the twelve-grade merit golden lotus, and the leading saint put the leading god on the top of his head, stepped on the twelve-grade merit golden lotus, held the demon pestle, and was fully armed and did not dare to say more than half a word, for fear that the momentary distraction would make the other party take advantage of the loophole.

"Dao Ancestor, killing people to pay for his life, can he stop the Buddha Gate? Do you think the Buddha Gate is very great? For countless centuries, I have destroyed at least three or more Buddha Sects, so what's the harm if I add one more of you? That Dao Ancestor is here, what am I afraid of?" The phoenix's eyebrows raised, and her slender fingers pointed forward.

Where his finger pointed, a flame comparable to the fire of the scorching sun burst out of thin air, not only igniting many lotus platforms placed on the ground in the Pure Land of Bliss, but also burning some decorations.

"Don't stare at me like that, kill, it's not the first time I've killed, and likewise, arson. Since you have the ability to kill, then you must be prepared to be killed, by the way, after so many years, you, you are the most biased, the most crooked and evil Buddhism I have ever seen, you are not worthy of being called a Buddha at all!"

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Rao is Zhun Ti Saint has the body of a saint, and he is also overwhelmed by the scorching sun and fire, and sweat is leaking from his body almost all the time. The seven-colored light of the Seven Treasures Tree didn't even have the effect of blocking the flames, but it made him crazy.

The leading saint was still silent, but with his head down, he gave up the demon pestle, and just punched one punch after another towards the weakest point of the scorching sun fire encirclement. The fist of the leading saint is already known for its fierceness, and it is not bad to fight against the flame that is also strong and yang, but the fist is real, but the flame is virtual, and in such a confrontation, the Zhun Ti saint on the side can't see any tricks.

No matter how badly the fist was burned by the flames, the leading saint ignored it, just tried his best to exert himself, and used his strength.

Looking at the fire-lit Elysium, screams, wails, and cries rang out one after another, and the hearts of the old monks outside Elysium were as if they were tightened by a tightrope.