Chapter 1154

Dong - Dong -

suddenly, several melodious bells came from the sky.

When the bell struck, everyone was stunned and looked around.

"Amitabha!"

At the foot of the mountain, two figures are coming quickly.

A monk, a beggar.

Next to the big monk in red cassock, there was a beggar walking side by side.

The beggar was 70 or 80 years old. His clothes were in rags, but he was not dirty or dirty.

His hair was very messy, his face was serious, and he was obviously worried.

"Master!"

When Mo danglun saw the beggar, he cried with joy.

With a shout, he struggled to run towards the old beggar.

"Old beggar!"

Oh, my God!

He didn't die?

Even Cheng Lao was surprised, didn't he say he had already died?

They all looked at the legend of Feng Shui. It is said that the old beggar has reached the level of perfection by looking at fortune tellers and looking for dragons to point acupoints.

Moreover, he can also set up an array, and his skills are inherited by the generation of military strategists of that year.

His appearance made people overjoyed.

The one who came with the old beggar was master Wuhen.

"Amitabha!" said master Wu Chen with two palms

"Good, good!"

"If Emperor Wu inherits it for a thousand years, there will be a disaster!"

The old beggar took an angry look at Mr. He. His eyes fell on his body and he could not help squeezing his fist.

"I said you back then, but you still don't believe it. Today, everything is working out!"

"Old man he, it's also your life. Admit it!"

The old beggar closed his eyes and looked gloomy.

They were surprised. What did they say?

Mr. He was angry beside him, "enough of you! Today, whether it's Emperor Wu or your old beggar, the nine ethnic groups only need the sword casting gate. It doesn't matter! "

Qian Yuxuan yelled, "who said that I had been sent to cast sword gate? Qian Yuxuan, the direct disciple of Zhuquan school, is here! "

"Ah?"

You -

people are confused again.

It turns out that Qian Yuxuan is a swordsman?

Qian Yuxuan Baofeng said, "this sword comes from my sword making door. Now it's returned to its original owner!"

"Today, our nine ethnic groups are going to clean up the door. What's your surname? You can't escape death for deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!"

"Ha ha ha --"

Mr. He laughed more than once, "what can you do to me just by you people?"

"All of the nine ethnic groups can't beat the two ten strong men. Don't you think it's sad?"

"Fart, if you hadn't attacked Emperor Wu, how could you have failed?"

Some people were unconvinced and scolded.

Mr. he burst into a rage, "stop talking nonsense, everyone is ready, send them back to the West!"

"Wait!"

The old beggar said, "I'll make a deal with you. I'll exchange the land of dragon for everyone's safety."

In today's situation, we can't fight any more.

Once Emperor Wu was defeated, even if his old beggar appeared, it was impossible to defeat the other two great powers.

Mr. He shook his head, "no! It's not necessary! "

Now the younger sister is gone, the son is gone, even the old man is killed on the spot. How can this feud be prevented by an exchange?

As long as all the people of the nine ethnic groups die, what kind of treasure land, what kind of wealth, what kind of supreme power, what do I want?

A fierce color flashed in Mr. He's eyes, "don't be wordy, you all die!"

"Amitabha!"

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and it's time to look back."

Master Wuhen went to the front of the crowd and blocked everyone with his own body.

"If the benefactor can't let go of his obsession and must make a killing, let it all start with Lao na!"

With that, master Wuhen sat cross on his knees, holding the beads and closing his eyes.

Baoxiang sat solemnly in front of everyone. He wanted to block all the bullets for everyone.

"When observing Bodhisattva in itself and practicing Prajna paramita in depth. According to this, all the five implications are empty, and all the sufferings are gone. "

"Sarizi, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and so is the desire, action and knowledge. The sariki is the empty phase of all dharmas. It is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor clean, neither increased nor decreased. "

Master Wuhen read the Heart Sutra and completely ignored life and death.

On the mountains, there was a strange silence.

The old man with white eyebrows and the descendant of the demon all frowned, which was very uncomfortable.

Mr. he roared, "shut up, shut up! Shut up

I don't know why, he was very upset when he heard this Heart Sutra!

However, Master Wu Chen is like a man without human beings. He goes his own way. "So there is no color in the air, no thought, no action, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, no color, no sound, smell, no touch, no vision, even no consciousness. There is no wisdom, no end of wisdom, and even no old death, no end of old death. No pain, no wisdom, no gain, so there is no gain. ""Bodhisattva Yu, according to Prajna paramita, has no worries, no worries, no terrors, and is far away from revering dreams. He is Nirvana after all. According to Prajna paramita, the Buddhas of the third generation have acquired the three Bodhisattvas

"So we know that Prajna paramita is the great God's curse, the Daming's curse, the supreme curse, the Wu and so on. It can eliminate all suffering and is true."

"So the mantra of Prajna paramita, that is to say, the mantra says: Jiedi Jiedi, BOLUO Jiedi, BOLUO Seng Jiedi, Bodhisattva vaha."

Mr. He was upset and growled more and more.

"Kill them for me!"

The bodyguards came out together, carrying guns.

The old beggar roared, "set up the battle!"

Those who can fight again, Qin Zhong, Qian Yuxuan, Cheng Xueyi, and the four big military slaves all protect the battle.

Chen Bin secretly complained in the crowd, and he didn't know if they could protect everyone's safety.

Qin Zhong and others knew that even with the old beggar and master Wuhen, they could only resist the bullets of these guards.

However, the other side still has two great powers to covet.

As long as they make a move, people will have no power to fight again.

"Fire!"

Da da da -

the bullets were shot wildly. Qin Zhong and others thought that they were Eight Immortals crossing the sea, showing their magic power.

Fight for the injured body, spare no effort to help everyone block all the bullets.

After a while of shooting, all the bullets were blocked out of the atmosphere.

The old man with white eyebrows drank, "enough! Let me take them on the road

"From then on, there will be no nine nationalities!"

The bodyguard retreated, and the old man raised his leg and stepped heavily.

Peng -

a great wave of air surged in, mercilessly impacting Qin Zhong's people.

I saw that the other side's hands were lifted, which gathered the strength of his whole life and made him hit the sky.

Boom -

the momentum is just like the collapse of heaven and earth.

Emperor Wu has been injured. Who else can fight against him?

The huge strength will destroy the array laid by Qin Zhong and others in an instant.

Dozens of people were shocked by each other's powerful power, and in an instant, the whole world was destroyed.

Only master Wuhen's Heart Sutra still rings out,

"sariko, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and so is receiving, thinking, doing and knowing. The sariki is the empty phase of all dharmas. It is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor clean, neither increased nor decreased. "

"So there is no color in the air, no thought, no action, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, no color, no sound, no smell, no touch, no vision, even no consciousness. There is no wisdom, no end of wisdom, and even no old death, no end of old death. No pain, no wisdom, no gain, so there is no gain. "