Chapter 657

Fang Qi admired his courage to regard death as tight, and bowed his hand and said, "don't worry, Buddha and devil are not absolute. When you think about becoming Buddha and devil, it's only when you think about it."

The old monk was stunned, his eyes shed blood and tears, and read with his hands: "Dharma protector is really powerful. Although I have been fasting and chanting Buddha all my life, I don't even understand such a simple truth." With his head bowed, Miaomiao took out the bottle and pumped his soul.

There was a strong wind in HuR cave, two iron hangers rattled, and a black lightning "clattered" hit the old monk from outside. The old monk's body was shocked, and then his body was like a balloon filled with gas. His whole body expanded, and the squeezed iron pillars that fixed his body rattled.

Although the old monk made a lot of trouble, Fang Qi and Miao Miao ate and drank as if they hadn't seen him. They didn't even lift their eyelids. Although the sand and stones in the stone cave blew by the evil wind, they, including the stone table, were shrouded in a transparent mask, which was not affected at all.

Miao Miao took a sip of the wine and said with a smile, "this bald donkey has evil thoughts, so he will let the devil have time to drill. Don't worry about him. Let's drink ours."

Fang Qi chewed the beef. "People say that we have traveled thousands of miles to read thousands of books. The scenery in the mountain is very good. We also go around if we have nothing to do. You say how arrogant the devil is. This is Wutai Mountain. It is a Buddhist holy land. The devil dares to come and give up. He really sees no one in Buddhism. "

Miao Miao said that he couldn't blame the bald donkey. If he didn't become a devil, he was afraid that the old monk would have died long ago. He couldn't even live. He deserved it.

They talked and laughed, and didn't take the demon of losing seriously at all. The old monk slowly raised his head, his eyes radiated red light, his evil hair, eyebrows, beard and skirt were erratic, his mouth was wide open, and a huge roar was heard. A large cloud of turbid gas mixed with flame was sprayed out and hit the prohibition cover in front. The big and small stones in the hole stirred by red light, roar and turbid air flew disorderly and hit the wall of the hole. Two iron hanging lamps were almost falling off, but it was strange that they couldn't fall off.

The tiger has three moves: pounce, cut and sweep. These demons are also three types. If ordinary people see the red light in his eyes, they will be mentally disordered and go crazy; This roar is that the wild geese passing through the sky also break their meridians and fall down one after another; This turbid gas is like gas poison gas. When the stone hits the stone wall and falls down, it is corroded into a pile of sand.

Work hard, fail again, and run out three times. The devil tossed for three times, which did not affect Fang Qi and Miao Miao's enjoyment of eating and drinking. The evil spirit in his body was like a leaky wheel, "hissing" and put it clean. The red light in his eyes disappeared. He gasped for breath. For a moment, his brain was a little short circuited and fell into confusion.

He was a demon soul who had just lost. He had been fighting with the main soul for thousands of times before. This time, he had held back his evil spirit and wanted to swallow the soul and eat the body, but he didn't expect to be an empty shell as soon as he came in.

It's like an angry warrior who tried to defeat his opponent, but found that his opponent had long disappeared. NIMA, this loss made him fall from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. Just now I was just venting my anger.

The demon continues to short circuit~

Fang Qi withdrew the ban and continued to drink: "the monk's soul is also some wisdom. Why don't we fill a balloon to play. Seeing that the new year is coming, filling more balloons is also a bit of joy." With a mouthful of wine, he spit out a mouthful of wine into the air, and a colorful balloon rises.

Miao Miao clapped his hands and laughed, "ha ha, well done! I'll do some, too. " With a mouthful of wine, he spit out several big balloons one after another. His mind flashed and squeezed the soul of the old monk in the treasure bottle into the balloon. The balloon is huge, like an inflatable doll, constantly changing the faces of the old monk in different periods, sitting or lying, laughing or angry, which is all the life of the monk.

For a time, the stone cave was filled with all kinds of balloons, but no matter what kind of balloons they were, they were all based on the old monks, like animated cartoons floating in the cave.

Fang Qi was not very satisfied: "what age is it? There are only images without movement. It's not looking at Chaplin." With a flick, all the balloons made a sound.

The evil monk turned his eyes, pointed to the balloons and laughed. Suddenly, he pointed to the balloons, covered his stomach and laughed. The crowded iron pillars creaked. Fang Qi and Miao Miao looked at each other. "Emma, is this the reincarnation of Tom cat? How did it make such a noise? " With a flick, the sound disappeared.

Magic and shangle stopped gradually after a long time. "Let me see. I want to hear the sound, eh? Why is the image gone? Let me see! "

Fang Qi picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth. He looked at the demon monk. "Whether you take it or do evil, it has nothing to do with me. In fact, in the final analysis, people and demons are different and go their own way. However, since it is entrusted by others, it is not easy to ignore it. Come on, you've taken this body. What's going to happen? "

The demon monk Gaga smiled and retorted: "this word is pleasant to say. Although you haven't fully entered the Tao and Buddha, you also learn to be dignified, human face and animal heart. Compared with those fake Taoism, the so-called saints may not be much better!"

Even if Fang Qi is thick skinned, he has a fever after listening to his old face. Originally, he is not such a person, but after a long contact, he is naturally infected with affectation. Of course, he also has the element of pretending to force. He coughed awkwardly. Just about to speak, Miao Miao answered, "do you mean you dare to do and be a real gentleman?"

The demon monk smacks his taste. There is a hidden danger. If he admits that he is a real gentleman, he is equal to beating his face. How can a real gentleman become a devil? If he doesn't admit it, naturally, his sarcasm at others just now is untenable“ Well, I dare not claim to be a true gentleman, but I like to speak frankly, but unlike some people, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, they are actually full of men, thieves and prostitutes! "

Miao Miao hummed and smiled, "what a straight talk. Then I'll ask you, what's your holiday with this bald donkey? Why do you keep pestering him?"

The demon monk pointed to the wine and vegetables on the stone table: "it's a few precepts for a monk, but he drinks and eats meat. The monk is evil for adultery, but he can't pull the sheepskin with the dog he loves. A monk has always been a Buddha, but he is half hearted, one behind the other. What's the difference between such a person and a ghost? If he can become a Buddha, I can become a Buddha like this, better than him! "

Fang Qixin said that the old monk is still a flower monk. No wonder he will be lost by the devil. It turns out that the devil can't see it anymore. It seems that the devil monk still has a sense of justice.