Chapter 154

Everyone was shocked to see such a picture.

The identity of this young monk is not simple.

His martial uncle shot Su LAN, the general manager of jubaozhai, and trapped him inside. How can he be a simple character?

It must have a strong background.

In this case, Jun Wuye beat the young monk in public and prepared a set of words that he beat him in order to save his life!

What logic is this?

People can't help thinking of what the young monk said before. How do they feel that the logic before and after the two is somewhat similar?

It seems to belong to robber logic.

That is, how do you think it doesn't matter? I just want me to think!

"Little monk, bear it. I'll help you dredge your blood."

Jun's innocent eyes are not cold before, and become very kind.

The voice fell, and in the young monk's angry voice, the golden blood flowing palm and fingers hit him heavily.

Suddenly, the young monk felt that his bones were falling apart. The place where he was hit was deeply sunken, leaving a clear palm print.

His internal organs were hit violently and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat.

Jun Wuxie's palm lifted up again and he was going to continue to kill.

"Amitabha! Benefactor is cruel and merciless. He has fallen into the devil's way!" a middle-aged monk walked out of the treasure room without landing on his feet. He sprinkled Buddha light all the way. The sound of scriptures came from his body.

Jun Wuxie's pupil shrinks slightly.

How many people have come to the great Brahman Zen sect?

There is one in there who is forcing Du Hua Yueyao and Su LAN.

Plus the young monk who was beaten by him, now there is another middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's breath is like the abyss and the sea. The Buddha's light is too pure, just like the sun shining. The golden light is everywhere along the way.

"Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot may alleviate the sins of the little benefactor." the middle-aged monk walked towards Jun Wuxie, and his steps fell, making his heart follow the rhythm. Each rhythm was like being pinched by a palm of his hand, with a sense of suffocation.

"Really?" Jun Wuxie ran his blood to protect his heart and said, "let Huiyuan old bald donkey release my sister and Su LAN. Maybe you can also reduce your sins."

"Amitabha, don't be stubborn, benefactor." the middle-aged monk put his hands together and said solemnly and compassionately, "elder Huiyuan helped the two female benefactors to open their roots and convert to our Buddha, which is to cross all living beings on behalf of the Buddha, with boundless merit and seven levels of floating slaughter."

Poof.

Jun Wuxie slapped the young monk's face directly, and his blood splashed.

"The master is too persistent and has been possessed by demons." he looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "I will use the art of massage to help the little master get through the blood stasis and save his life in danger. That is to do good and help others, which is better than building a nine level floating slaughter."

The middle-aged monk's solemn and compassionate face twitched his facial muscles twice.

Everyone's expression was wonderful.

Today is an eye opener. Two people treat robber logic with robber logic.

"Goodness, goodness!" the middle-aged monk was full of compassion and said, "the little benefactor is deeply possessed by the devil, and it is difficult to eliminate the demons in my heart. I uphold the great mercy of our Buddha. Only by inviting the little benefactor back to Zen, staying in front of the Buddha, listening to the teachings of the real Buddha and washing the anger in my heart, can I save the little benefactor from harm to the world. Amitabha!"

When he finished, he grabbed it with his hand.

Suddenly, a palm condensed by the Buddha light covered a radius of tens of meters. The golden light was gorgeous, just like the Buddha's hand, falling from the sky to hold you harmless.

Shua!

A purple blood light cut through the sky and cut off the hand of the Buddha light at once.

It was a blood sickle with a crescent shaped front and a handle nearly two meters long. The whole body was flowing with blood colored light, and the runes on it were shining.

It was suspended above Yan Qingcheng's head, and its blade pointed directly at the middle-aged monk.

"Amitabha!" the middle-aged monk looked dignified, looked at Yan Qingcheng with a purple veil and said, "I want to ferry people out of the sea of suffering to the other side, benefactor, why do you stop me?"

"Nanwuxue sickle Bodhisattva, cut 3600 at a breath and cross the bald donkey." Yan Qingcheng said indifferently: "I just want to cross the master to the west to see the Buddha. Master is merciful. When the Buddha cuts meat and feeds the eagle, why not lead the neck and be killed?"

The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed. He was a little angry and said, "Amitabha, the female benefactor is forcing people to face difficulties!"

Yan Qingcheng looked at the inside of jubaozhai and said, "isn't elder Guizong trying to force people?"

"The two cannot be compared." the middle-aged monk shook his head, lowered his eyebrows and said, "elder Huiyuan is extraditing a predestined person of our Buddha. What he planted today is a good cause, which will inevitably produce good results. Such behavior, benefactor, is a butcher's knife stained with blood. How can it be combined?"

"No." Yan Qingcheng shook his head and said faintly, "the true meaning of Buddha is that the blood sickle passes through the body and the Buddha sits in his heart. As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, my blood sickle can pass through you. The blood sickle is stained with blood and sows good causes. It will send you to bliss in the West and meet the real Buddha."

"Amitabha, almsgiver, this is unreasonable!"

It's hard for middle-aged monks to keep that solemn and compassionate appearance and full of anger.

"The master is angry and doesn't know the teachings of the Buddha. It seems that the Buddha has been practicing in recent years. Only by going to the West and seeing the real Buddha can we understand the true meaning of the Buddha."

"Almsgiver!" the middle-aged monk's eyes became cold, and he walked towards Yan Qingcheng and said, "it seems that the almsgiver is like the little almsgiver, and she has also entered the devil's way. Today, I said I can't subdue the devil!"

When he finished, he shot Yan Qingcheng directly.

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly.

This bald donkey is really making lanterns in the toilet, looking for death!

Dare to take the lead in attacking Yan Qingcheng?

"Nanwuxue sickle Bodhisattva, cut 3600 at a breath and ferry you to the West."

Yan Qingcheng's voice was very flat, without any action, but the blood sickle Shua cut out the blade of the sky.

It was so fast that everyone present couldn't see it.

It can only be seen that at the moment when the blood sickle was cut out, the middle-aged monk, who was originally powerful, directly disappeared in situ.

Only a flying bald head and broken meat were left.

You are innocent. Your pupils are tiny and your heart is shocked.

His mental strength swept over and counted the broken meat clearly, not counting the bald head, a total of 3600 yuan!

In an instant, it really cut 3600 times!

It's horrible!

What is the attack frequency?

Jun Wuye looked at Yan Qingcheng in shock.

This beautiful, cool and charming woman.

In Nanshan secret place, he even bullied her and treated her strongly.

Back to the outside world, he knew how terrible she was!

Everyone was shocked by this picture. They just felt cold all over and cold on their backs.

An eminent monk, in the blink of the blood sickle waving, disappeared and became fragments, leaving only a head with round eyes and fear!

In Jun Wuye's hand, the suppressed young monk was directly frightened and collapsed.

"Amitabha!" there was a loud sound of the Buddha's horn from the jubaozhai: "you are such a strong man that you have shot at the lower Dharma protector of our Zen sect. It's really beneath your dignity!"

"Ha ha." Yan Qingcheng said lightly, "if you, a Zen elder, personally attack a little girl who can't practice, don't you lose your identity?"

"Hum! I've always done things according to the principles of my great Brahman Zen sect. It's the business of my Buddhism that two female benefactors are strange to my Buddha! Do you want to make the whole family and sect become friends with my Buddha?"

"You're so big that you threaten me! Why, don't you still want to convert my whole family?"

Yan Qingcheng's eyes became very cold. He walked towards the jubaozhai and said, "since you have said this, today I want to see what you rely on, but you are so swollen!"

At this time, Jun Wuxie broke the young monk's neck and immediately followed up.

At this moment, people are watching the conflict outside jubaozhai.

On the other side of the Tianjing building in the capital city, the first floor owner and others gathered at the top of the Tianjing building and looked at the jubaozhai from a distance with a surprised look on his face.

"That gentleman is innocent. He invited a soldier saint on the cloud ship last time. Although the soldier Saint didn't appear this time, the woman in purple is at least a zonghuang level figure!"

First, the landlord felt it necessary to re recognize Xia Jun's innocence.

This seemingly born in a small town, not only the soldier saint, but also the strong emperor level.

The saint Zong level strong man who cultivates his military will can't always pay attention to a young man, but the young man still has zonghuang as his backer, and zonghuang must have experts under him.

He analyzed and concluded that there was a force behind the boy, which was absolutely strong.

Although it can not be compared with the headquarters of Tianjing building, it can not be underestimated.

"Such a person can only make friends, not confrontation. Otherwise, it will bring losses to Tianjing building. At that time, even if someone from the headquarters solves this matter, I can't escape the crime of dereliction of duty and will die!"

The first landlord thought to himself and made a decision in his heart.