The old coachman was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word, he had walked this road for so many years and had never had an accident, but he didn't expect to meet a bandit today.

Nie Feng ignored the bandits and bandits, but the monk saw it in his eyes, and persuaded him: "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, donors, who is not wrong in life, if there is a mistake, change the way is the right way, put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the ground, and take refuge in Buddhism!"

One of the thieves laughed and scolded arrogantly: "Stinky bald donkey, shut your dog's mouth, and if you want to purify all living beings, you can take this group of turtle king bastards and get away, but the donkey and the cart must be left behind, as well as all your belongings!"

The minions around the bandit also shouted, "Did you hear what my eldest brother said?

Two minions stepped forward with knives and were about to make a move, when the monk and god mabbled and said, "Why mourn in life! Why is it bitter in death! It seems that if you don't give face to the Buddha, you still have to use your knives! Amitabha, the poor monk is rude." ”

When the thief saw the monk leaving, he seemed to want to fight, he angrily scolded: "Stinky monk, you dare to meddle in your affairs, I think you are impatient, let Lao Tzu send you to hell、、、、 hmm!!"

"Noise!" Before the minion could finish some words, he was slapped by the monk and fell to the ground.

"You 、、、、" the other minion also wanted to say a few words, but the words were slapped away when they reached his mouth.

After the monk beat people, he said humbly and politely: "Amitabha, my Buddha has clouds: those who come out to mix, they always have to pay back, this is karma." The cycle of heavenly principles, retribution is not happy, the poor monk will do the right thing for heaven today and eliminate evil for the common people in the world!"

A rough man and thief mentioned that he pointed at the monk and said, "Bah, stinky monk, I think you are impatient." Big brother, brothers, let's go up together and send this nosy bald donkey to the underworld to see Lord Yama!"

"Let's go up together, let's kill!" the bandit boss roared angrily, and went up with a knife.

Nie Feng, who was lying on the carriage admiring the beautiful starry sky, said with emotion: "This monk is fast and accurate, and his martial arts are by no means comparable to ordinary people. Alas, these people are born in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed, everything can be regarded as involuntarily, I still don't participate, anyway, they are all wicked people, not worth saving. Now that the martial arts disputes are increasing day by day, and the injustices are being retributed, when will this war be quelled!"

What he meant by fighting was the entanglement and struggle between Wushuang City and the Tianxia Society.

When the monk moves. He also babbled and said: "Cause and effect! Cause and effect! There must be a cause and an effect, since you have come out to go out and go to the rivers and lakes, and you will get evil results, the poor monk is the one who let you taste the evil fruit, go down to the eighteen layers of hell, remember to report the poor monk law, it is true!"

"You can get the poor monk to understand the cause and effect of this life with his own hands, it is a blessing from the cultivation of three lives, and you can be a good person in the next life!"

If Qin Shuang was here, he would definitely be able to see his martial arts, the trick of karma transformation!

In the dark prison on the first floor of the world, Xiongba stretched out his hand to let the mud bodhisattva observe one or two, and after watching the mud bodhisattva look at it for a while, he let go, shook his head and sighed, and was silent.

In terms of pretending to be advanced and pretending to be thirteen, Qin Shuang is estimated to be willing to bow down in front of the mud bodhisattva.

Xiongba saw that he was shaking his head and sighing, and he felt bad, so he hurriedly asked: "Mud Bodhisattva, what do you mean by this? If you dare to deceive me, the old man will immediately go and kill your granddaughter. I forgot to tell you about it, your granddaughter was brought back by my eldest disciple Qin Shuang, and the old man can kill her at any time, do you understand?"

The Mud Bodhisattva frowned, took a deep breath, and said to Xiongba: "The Sword Saint is indeed your life and death tribulation, that is, the Peerless Tribulation!"

"Then you have a solution! Don't tell the old man that you don't!" Xiongba's words were simple and clear, and the meaning was very clear.

If you have, you will say, if not, you will send your grandson to see the king of Hades.

In the face of such a coercive and coercive attitude of the male tyrant, the mud bodhisattva was still very calm, he raised two fingers, and said to him: "There are two solutions to deal with the unequaled calamity, but they are all nine deaths and one life, and everything depends on your own creation, and it is difficult for others to help you." ”

There is really a solution, Xiongba was ecstatic, slapped the table with one hand, and asked the mud bodhisattva: "Then you hurry up!"

In a hurry, readers must not learn from him, and when facing any situation, they must first stay calm.

Playing with others should also be done in moderation, this bit of mud Bodhisattva still knows how to master, he doesn't want to go overboard at this time, so he announced the answer: "One is that your martial arts can go one step further to escape from the Sword Saint and save your life." The second is to survive the sword of the Sword Master by external force. Of course, even if you survive death, you will still have to face the disaster of the storm later, maybe when you are seriously injured, it will be the day of the change. ”

got the answer he wanted to know, but Xiongba's face became ugly and he left the cell without saying a word.

It's true that the monk has killed them all, no, it should be said that the bandits have killed them all.

The old coachman resigned, "Master, please spare us! We didn't see anything, really!"

But seeing that the monk jumped up and landed in the back of the car, he sat up, and said without looking back: "Don't be afraid, the poor monk is just doing the thing of angry eyes and vajra, although the Buddhists are merciful, but they will not let the wicked slaughter, otherwise, where will the Shura purgatory come from! Who is the underworld prepared for! How can the king of Hades reward the good and punish the evil!"

"Do you understand what I said, donor?"

Smelling such a straightforward language, it's almost the same as a vernacular text, where is there anything I don't understand!

In this case, the past is still the same, the old coachman is driving, Jia Baoyu is playing with jade pendants, Nie Feng is sleeping with him, and the monk continues to sit in meditation.

Speechless on the road, the monk's stomach growled, so he took out some food from the bamboo basket on his back, which was white steamed buns, a total of five or six, and divided two for the grandson, and then took out one and handed it to Nie Feng, saying, "Donor, do you want to eat something!"

Nie Feng ignored him, just looked at the starry sky, his eyes were confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When his kindness was rejected, the monk did not force him to accept it, so he put the steamed buns aside and said to him: "I will put the steamed buns here, if you are hungry, take them and eat them! Donor, I see that your brows are tightly locked, your eyes are melancholy, and you seem to have something on your mind! You can confide in the poor monk, and maybe the poor monk can help you solve your problems." ”

Hearing the monk's words, Nie Feng turned his head even more, not wanting his shadow to appear in his field of vision, knowing that he should not be from the Wushuang City, and the things he was thinking about could not be solved by him.

Just look at the monk and look at the sky, and sincerely recited: "Amitabha! Donor, you don't want to accept the poor monk only if you solve your doubts, it's okay." The encounter is also fateful, I think that the friend of the poor monk encountered an unfortunate thing! The husband is also empty, the wife is empty, and the Huangquan Road does not meet. Friends are also empty, friends are also empty, and each has a different future. It's fate! It's fate! It's providence!"

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true by the thought and action、、、、、、"

This Sanskrit sound is like hypnosis, Nie Feng was moved when he heard it, and he slowly fell asleep unconsciously, and he hadn't slept well for a long time, as if he was moved by the sincerity of the monk.