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The sudden appearance of the bald man made Zhaoming stunned, and then quickly took a few dozen steps back and looked over with a worried face. The same is true of Shura, who holds a ball of blood in his hand and is ready to strike at any time.

Who is this person? Zhao Ming secretly said in his heart, he appeared without warning, and his strength was naturally extraordinary. It's just an indescribable weird feeling, he doesn't feel half a bit of danger from the other party, and he doesn't know if the other party has any unusual exercises that can affect his mind.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought of a possibility, and immediately asked, "You are the person sent by Prince Bifang to release these witch clans?"

The bald man folded his hands together and said: "Good, good, the poor monk is wandering all over the world, like floating in the sea, without roots and no ties, he will not be the person sent by Prince Bifang as the benefactor said." ”

Shura snorted coldly: "Do you think we will believe it? What do you want to do, just do it, Lao Tzu has already killed enough Ben anyway." ”

Both of them were killed for the sake of killing, but also to buy time to be as clean as possible, and in this moment, nearly 10,000 Wu clans had died in the hands of the two. In terms of quantity alone, the two of them have not lost much.

The bald man shook his head: "The poor monks and bitter monks are not here to kill, but to persuade the two donors to let go of the violence in their hearts, and not to mistake their lives because of this." ”

"Haha!" Zhao Ming laughed, "Are you trying to save these witches?" ”

He didn't know where the other party came from, but in his heart he already decided that the other party should be here to save these witches.

The bald man who didn't think about it shook his head again: "The poor monk is not here to save the witch clan, and the cause and effect in this world are difficult to determine." If I had saved them, I would have known that they would not have been abused against other weak people as the strong?"

At that time, how should the cause and effect be calculated? The karma of the person who was killed must be borne by the poor monk. The poor monk did not know the way, and he did not dare or have the ability to bear it. ”

Zhaoming frowned slightly: "You told me not to kill, and you said that you didn't come to save these witch clans, contradictory, do you think our brothers are stupid, or are you yourself idiots?"

"Good, good!" the bitter monk chanted the Zen name again: "The poor monk is not here to save the witch clan, but to dispel the anger in the hearts of the two donors." ”

"Poor monks have six types of supernatural powers, one of which is called fate, if you can cultivate to the fullest, you should be able to calculate the past and future. Now it is limited by the power of the Heavenly Dao, but it can also be affected by karma. ”

"Although the cultivation of the two donors is still shallow, it is difficult to compare the weight of anger in their hearts. The poor monk looks at it with fate, and it can be seen that the two karma is entangled, and they become more and more strict, until the future is like a sea of blood, and no one in the world can compare, and he will definitely be the one who will create a great slaughter. ”

"The poor monk was mistaken by others, and he took on a great cause and effect, and he didn't know how to resolve it. Now I can only hope to resolve the anger in the hearts of the two donors and calm this great cause and effect. ”

Shura sneered: "If you say something that the gods are talking about, I don't know what you want to say, if you want to do it, just come, otherwise, I will do it." ”

The bitter monk shook his head: "Good, good, the poor monk is here to resolve the anger in the hearts of the two, if he still does it, what qualifications do you have to let the two stop." ”

"Haha!" Zhao Ming laughed, "That's a nice thing to say, what if my brothers don't want you to dissolve this so-called anger and karma?"

"Good, good!" the bitter monk sighed: "The poor monk has a word, and the two donors may not like to hear it." I pinned my hopes on resolving the anger in the hearts of the two people, it was indeed saving these tens of thousands of witches, but in the end, it was saving the two donors themselves. ”

"Heavenly way cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant. People who are riddled with karma, even if they have been happy for a while and are at ease, but one day they will eventually be eaten by karma, and they will suffer for a lifetime. This is the principle of the Heavenly Dao, and no one can resist under the Heavenly Dao. ”

Zhaoming laughed again: "If you can slaughter the witch clan in the world, happy to take revenge, even if you are eaten by karma, what does it matter if you suffer for a lifetime, I want it!"

sneered again: "You open and close your mouth is the way of heaven, then you sue me, what is the way of heaven?"

When the bitter monk heard this, he sighed and did not speak for a while.

Zhaoming immediately sneered: "What, can't you say it?"

The bitter monk shook his head: "No, there is a word called disaster from the mouth." Someone also asked me this question back then, originally to relieve his doubts and tell him about the understanding of the poor monk, but it seems that his subsequent words and deeds were influenced by what I said that day, and I don't know if there is karma added to it. ”

"If you don't know, you don't know, Hugh has to talk some nonsense!" Shura snorted.

The bitter monk shook his head again and again, and with a swing of his hand, a wooden barrel appeared on the ground, and counted at random, exactly fifty planks a week. It was filled with half a bucket of water, and there was no wind and waves, and the water was bursting.

"The mystery of the Heavenly Dao, no one can know it except Pangu, and what I understand can only be said to be half-understood. The so-called way of heaven is like this bucket. ”

"All beings are like water, and the way of heaven is like a bucket. The bucket traps the water, but it also protects it. The water is protected by the bucket, but it also constantly erodes the bucket. ”

The bitter monk suddenly waved his hand, and one of the fifty planks was immediately removed. Although it was maintained by the supernatural powers, so that the water could not be written, the wooden barrel became unstable due to the lack of a piece.

The water shook continuously, making the barrel even more unbearable, and within a moment, it was already about to collapse.

"In the past, there was a shortage of heavenly dao, and the fifty avenues were forty-nine days and forty-nine, so it was not stable. If no one changes, the impact of the audience's vitality will sooner or later become like this. ”

As soon as the words fell, the barrel collapsed, the supernatural power disappeared, and the water in the barrel spilled on the ground, and all disappeared.

"Without the Heavenly Dao, all beings in the world would not be able to survive. Fortunately, Dao Ancestor Hongjun has a great compassionate heart and fits the Tao with his body, and now that this Heavenly Dao has been completed, it is naturally difficult to collapse again. ”

I thought that the bitter monk would be a mouthful, but after listening to it, it seemed that what he said was not unreasonable, but Zhaoming naturally would not stop there, sneered, and said: "You still don't seem to have made it clear what the way of heaven is?"

"Good, good!" The bitter monk recited the Zen number: "The poor monk did not know what the way of heaven was, but he only knew that this thing was the most public, and it could affect the heaven and earth. Whoever creates evil fruit today will be tormented by karma, and whoever creates good fruit today will get good fruit. ”

"Even if this day is incomparable, the scenery is infinite, if you don't know how to be grateful to heaven and earth, do good karma, and bear good fruits, he will be abandoned by heaven. ”

"In the final analysis, the way of heaven is more like a rule, a circle. If you are willing to obey this rule and stand in the circle, it will protect you. If you don't want to follow the rules, rush out of the circle, and it will abandon you until you are ruined. ”

"Haha!" Zhao Ming laughed: "Ridiculous, ridiculous! ridiculous, ridiculous." ”

Then he said loudly to the bitter monk: "The Wu clan has killed countless demon clans, how can I ever do good karma and bear good fruits, just because I revere Pangu, I have the luck between heaven and earth, and dominate the famine." Is this what is called fairness?"

The bitter monk immediately shook his head: "Good, good! The Wu clan has gained Pangu luck, so there should be a grand occasion today." But if you don't know how to be grateful and blindly create sins, sooner or later you will be devoured by karma and taste the retribution of evil results. ”

Zhao Ming smiled coldly: "Sooner or later, how long, when? Is it when my demon clan is dead, what is the point at that time?"

"I escaped from the Demon Garden, all the way until now, after I don't know how much suffering, I understand a truth: my life should be in my own hands, my future should be fought for by myself, if I blindly wait for the so-called heavenly retribution, I would have died in the Demon Garden, died on Witch Island, and died outside the Sky Ridge. ”

Pointing to the phantom of the wooden barrel that had not disappeared on the ground: "I think it makes sense for Venerable to compare the way of heaven to a wooden barrel and all beings to water. But there is one thing I would like to ask Venerable, what is beyond the Heavenly Dao?"

"Good, good, beyond the way of heaven is naturally the avenue of heaven and earth!" replied the bitter monk.

Zhaoming immediately asked: "How do you know that it is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, or if it is really the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, how do you know that it will harm sentient beings?"

The bitter monk shook his head: "No, it's just speculation." What is outside the Heavenly Dao, except for Pangu, I'm afraid no one really knows. ”

"Yes, no one knows!" Zhao Ming immediately said loudly: "Since no one knows, how do you know that outside this bucket is a dry land that will make everyone irreversible, instead of a thousand seas flowing?"

"If this bucket does not stand upright on the ground, but floats in the ocean, after it is broken, is it good or bad for the water inside?"

"You see the Heavenly Dao as a being that protects us, but it seems to me that it may just be a cage that Pangu used to imprison us. ”

"It may have been able to keep the world in order, but it never seemed fair to me. ”

"Its existence makes the injustice of this world continue to expand. It is just the umbrella of the Wu clan, it has never protected anything else, only by completely destroying it can I win the true ziyou and fairness that I yearn for!"

"If you want to save these witches, I don't plan to leave alive!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhaoming condensed the flames and killed the surrounding witch clans, and Shura also held a blood-colored long knife and slashed out red rainbows. They don't plan to live anymore, they just hope to kill one more, even if they earn one.

"Good, good! The obsession is too deep!" the bitter monk shook his head and sighed.

As soon as the words fell, they disappeared out of thin air.

Zhaoming was slightly stunned, he thought that the other party was just talking nonsense, but he didn't think that he was really not ready to make a move.

"Fight, we fight with them!"

The disappearance of the bitter monk made the Wu clan feel that the hope they saw had fallen again, and finally they no longer had any hope, relying on Xiongzhong's brave spirit, and rushed over to kill the two of them regardless of a qiē.

It's just the difference in strength that makes this plan to burn all the jade useless, but it also saves Zhaoming and Shura the time to chase.

One after another of the Witches fell, and one corpse after another piled up.

In less than half an hour, as the last Wu clan was beheaded by Shura, there was no one alive in the prison except for the two.

Not one of the 50,000 witches was killed.

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