At night, the snow was fluttering, and a thin monk took advantage of the faint moonlight to walk in the direction of Daxing City with a lot of thoughts. He pursed his lips and remained silent all the way, as if there was something extremely unpleasant in his heart. Of course, this person is Fanzheng, and this time he went to the Yaksha, but it still didn't go well.

After walking a few steps, I saw a scrawny corpse on the road from a distance. He sighed, stepped forward, knelt beside the corpse, held the corpse's cold hand, and recited a passage of the past scripture alone.

After reading the scriptures, he moved on. On the road, I saw many people who starved to death and froze to death. Fanzheng's face became more and more gloomy, and when he recited the scriptures of the past life, he became more and more bored. He couldn't help but wonder if he should have listened to his master in the first place, and should not have come to the mortal world to go through this experience. But in an instant, he dissipated this idea, and laughed to himself: "Stay on the mountain and become an immortal and become a Buddha, regardless of the suffering of the world, no matter how great your ability is, what's the use?"

He kept walking, he kept stopping, and he kept chanting. Later, he began to sweat on his forehead, his palms began to go numb, and his legs and feet began to ache. By the time he felt that something was wrong, he had already found that there was an extra fat back in front of him.

The owner of the back opened his mouth and said, "You are a monk of Jinguang Temple. ”

Fan Zheng stood firm and said, "Not bad." ”

"And who is you?"

Fanzheng said: "It's my master." ”

"Hahahaha......" The back suddenly laughed, and then turned around, and it was the wine and meat monk of the General's Mansion. He stared at Fan Zheng and said, "Is Jiekong dead?"

Fan Zheng shook his head and said, "Master, he is facing the wall and thinking about the Buddha, and he has not asked about the world for a long time, and I have not seen him for many years. Why do you know my master?

"Didn't your master mention me to you?"

Fanzheng frowned, thought carefully for a while, and remembered a name. But looking at the fat appearance of the person in front of him, he felt that it was impossible, and said, "I haven't mentioned it, please give me advice." ”

The wine and meat monk said: "It should have been mentioned, otherwise you wouldn't have looked at me so suspiciously." Hey, hey, hey...... I'm your little uncle, quit dust!"

Fan Zheng was shocked and said, "Impossible...... You can't be a killing monk...... He's already dead! And the killing monk has a short stature, thinner than me, how can he be as obese as you!"

The wine and meat monk laughed wildly and said, "I didn't even shout my uncle, but even called me by my previous name, Senior Brother Jiekong really taught a good apprentice! As for why I became like this, didn't your master mention it to you?"

Fan Zheng's brows trembled, and he said: "Amitabha, the donor has been expelled from the door wall of Jinguang Temple, please forgive the little monk for not being able to call the donor his uncle anymore." ”

The wine and meat monk said: "You can't call it if you want to, your master has harmed me like this, tonight, I will find it back on you!"

Fan Zheng was slightly lucky, but he felt numb all over his body, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at the meridians. The aura in the dantian is also soft, drifting from east to west, and cannot be gathered.

The wine and meat monk smiled and said: "Is it a stroke of luck that makes your whole body sore? Is it that the aura can no longer be gathered? Are you giving me the name of killing a monk for nothing? If you want to blame, blame yourself for being too kind." What kind of scriptures do you recite for the dead people on the road? An elm head like you, when you reach the red world, no matter how high your skill is, it is still a dead end!"

As he spoke, the wine and meat monk stepped forward.

Fan Zheng suddenly laughed and said, "I have only heard that killing monks are good at using the nine-ring broadsword, but I have never heard that they can also use poison. ”

The wine and meat monk snorted coldly, his pace did not stop, and when he reached the front of him, he handed it out and shouted: "Don't pretend anymore, even if you are already at the peak of the fourth grade, it is impossible for me to be my opponent at this time!"

Fan Zheng stepped on the ground with both feet, waved out his palm, and made a hard move with the wine and meat monk. The two of them touched their palms, and the majestic aura was so exciting that the snow around them flew wildly.

The wine and meat monk took three steps back to stabilize his body, and then looked at Fan Zheng opposite, who was already spitting blood from his mouth and unsteady under his feet. The wine and meat monk said: "If you are poisoned, you can still force your luck, you still have some ability." But it's all in vain, it will only make the poison gas disperse faster, and you will die faster!"

The blood that Fanzheng spat out was as black as ink. He knew very clearly that what the wine and meat monk said was definitely not a joke. Looking at the opposite side again, the wine and meat monk pressed forward step by step again. Fan Zhengdao: "The killing monks I have heard of have always killed one with one sword, even if they are masters of the third grade. Unexpectedly, the one I met today had to rely on poisoning to barely win me, which is really ridiculous. ”

The fat cheeks of the wine and meat monk trembled slightly, and he said, "You dare to be hard when you die!"

As he spoke, he used all his aura and withdrew with one palm, hoping to kill with one blow. Look at Fan Zheng again, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, he just stood stunned, didn't move, and took his thin chest hard!

The wine and meat monk laughed fiercely, and the palm full of aura was imprinted on Fanzheng's chest. However, when this palm was implemented, Fanzheng did not vomit blood and died, but the wine and meat monk suffered a spiritual energy shock, five internal shocks, a crisp "click", and a broken wrist!

The wine and meat monk panicked and landed in the distance with a few backflips, and a mouthful of blood gushed up. He barely held back and said hatefully, "Vajra!"

In an instant, a burst of golden light shone on Fan Zheng's body. A huge bowl slowly took shape outside of him. The bowl was full of difficult Sanskrit characters. And the golden light on Fanzheng's body is emitted by the strokes of these Sanskrit words.

The wine and meat monk roared angrily, stepped forward again, struck him with his left hand, and shouted: "This is not fair! Why did those old stubborn people not give me the bowl at the beginning, but gave you this hairy boy today! This is not fair! This bowl is absolutely fake, it is fake!"

The wine and meat monk roared wildly, and his left palm continued to emit abundant aura, hitting the surface of the bowl. But no matter how abundant this aura is, hitting the vajra bowl will only make a "bang, bang" a metallic sound, which will not hurt the Fanzheng in the middle at all.

In the blink of an eye, the bowl turned into a square size. Brahma was sitting cross-legged in it, closing his eyes and reciting a mantra in his mouth. The golden light of the outer body of the vajra bowl quickly converged. With a "hum" sound, it has risen into the air and flew towards the Daxing City General's Mansion!

The wine and meat monk shouted loudly on the spot: "You can't run away! Even if you have a vajra bowl to protect your body, you will die sooner or later! There is no antidote to that poison!"

Fanzheng was dizzy in his head, but he used the last strength of his body to support it. When I got to the sky above the secluded courtyard, I finally couldn't support it, and my body went weak and fell into the bowl. The bowl was devoid of the support of the incantation, converged in the blink of an eye, and burrowed into the body of the Buddha Zheng, disappearing into nothingness.

Lei Tianluo was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a muffled noise in the courtyard. He hurriedly got into a wheelchair and came out, but saw Fan lying in the middle of the courtyard, spitting black blood from his mouth, and his life was in danger.

Lei Tianluo hurriedly helped Fan Zheng up and shouted, "Senior brother, what happened?

Fan Zheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the placket of Lei Tianluo's clothes, and said with difficulty: "Be careful...... Beware of killing monks......"

When Lei Tianluo heard the words "Killing Monk," he couldn't help but tremble—was it the legendary demon who killed thousands of innocent people? Wasn't he already besieged and killed by the masters of Jinguang Temple?

Fan Zheng gasped fiercely and said, "Senior brother...... Yaksha doesn't see me. She...... She said that within a month, the relationship will be opened, and someone will be sent to pick you up when the time comes...... I want you to negotiate in person......"

Lei Tianluo hurriedly said: "Senior brother, don't speak, the poisonous gas is attacking your heart, you ......"

Fan Zheng shook his head and said, "The poisonous gas has long attacked the heart, junior brother, I'm sorry to involve you...... Let's ...... It's all up to you...... I hope that my junior brother can ...... Able to empathize with the suffering of all beings......"

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PS: Fanzheng's skill is too high.,You have to rest for a while~ Otherwise, how will the hero fight monsters and upgrade~~