Chapter 128： died

The monk still recites the scriptures, his face is the same, as if he has become aloof, he has not noticed anything, or his spirit has entered another place.

such as,

In this picture.

Su Bai smiled. At this time, laughing, it was a bit heartless, but he knew that the monk would not care. Before he came along, Gyatso, the fat man, did not look at himself because they did not Will mind this kind of thing;

On the one hand, this is the rule that everyone has agreed to. The Eight Immortals cross the sea and show their magical powers. With their own skills, how much can you eat? As for how to do afterwards, you are too lazy to work hard to make you face-to-face;

On the other hand, now the main line task 2 is so difficult, more than one su white is not much, one less su white, and all are seen.

Yes, they have already seen it, because the more they go, the more they feel powerless and desperate.

In the hall, Gyatso hardened a golden armor and killed him, but he could not go on;

In the front yard of the thatched cottage, the fat man seems to have once again provoked the thunder, killing the zombies, but this time the power of the counterattack is even more terrible, he himself was nailed to the rock.

In fact, this is already a kind of human life.

Gyatso's legs were pierced by a long gun, and the one-armed arm was also abolished. It was already dying. The fat man had to rely on the turtle to pay for it. The monk is now in this situation.

It’s true that the distance is gone, not far away;

With Su Bai’s ability, if he is to confront an enemy, there may be transitions and opportunities, but this time it is a situation that is very powerless and desperate, even to the real enemy that he faces now. Who is it, what is the meaning of everything before that?

Since going up the mountain, Su Bai feels very depressed in his heart. This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, as if he is actively taking the sheep into the tiger's mouth.

The old man in the painting himself saw that the boy at the foot of the old man was the little one. This point, Su Bai can be sure.

However, in the paintings, Su Bai could not carry a painting out and send the painting to the demon. The matter would not be so simple, otherwise the monk would not use it here to “cut the meat and feed the eagle”.

The monk is still working hard, and Su Bai can see it;

He also sat down at the door, left to look at the right, and finally, his eyes fell on the back of the monk.

The hawks apparently began to eat more and more slowly, and even tasted a little crumbling.

Feeding the eagle and feeding the eagle is an allusion to Buddhism. It reflects a kind of great compassion, but there is also a great sin in the great compassion. The meat is fed to the eagle, the Buddha abandons the meat, and brings it together, as well as causality.

The eagle eats the meat, and the swallow is the cause and effect.

Su Bai did not understand Buddhism reason well, but he knew one thing. In the way of the monk’s way of doing things, he would never make such a thing of purely cutting the flesh and feeding the falcon. Here he is an audience, who did he give to him? Look?

Sure enough, it didn't take long, the portrait began to tremble, and the characters in the picture began to become more and more vivid;

After a short while, the old man reached out from the inside and sent it to the monk, turning over the palm and palm of his hand against the monk;

The monk looked at it, closed his eyes again, and shook his head;

Immediately, the palm of the hand was retracted into the portrait. The old man in the portrait, holding a baby in one hand and holding a cane, walked between the mountains and rivers, and enjoyed himself;

If it was before, Su Bai really felt that this old man was a Taoist real person, but as far as he saw it, this old man was not as simple as he had thought.

The monk sighed and sighed, and the body fell and fell to the ground.

Su Bai coughed and reached for the monk's face.

"Monk, monk?"

The monk opened his eyes slightly. "It's over, it's all over."

"Don't be so pessimistic, everything is good to discuss."

The monk shook his head, and the eyes, ears, nose and nose began to overflow with blood, and it was golden blood. This is the blood of the monk.

"What should I do next?" Su Bai asked.

"Nothing can be done. He is not a Taoist, nor a Buddha. He is a demon who squats in the nest." The monk said slowly, "a nest of crickets, but thinking about stealing." The magic of the fruit."

magic?

What is the magic of the nest?

The devil, gave him a stretch of Dan?

The monk's breath still exists, but the gas is more than the air intake, obviously in the state of life overdraft.

Su Bai stood up and walked to the front of the portrait.

The three people, the purpose of the fat man, and the previous one, are just the picture.

Now I saw the painting, but I don't know how to get the child that the task requires. It is really just a layer of paper separated from the success, but this layer of paper is like a corner of the sea.

The picture trembled and there was a ripple. An old but white hand came out and placed it in front of Su Bai:

"You, choose, come into the painting with me?"

In the painting, you will have eternal life. ”

The sound is very old, but Su Bai can be sure that it is the voice of the old man, but the voice of the old man at this time is much lower than when he first met in the fishing boat on the river, and there is no kind of gentleness and harmony, and some are kind of , cold texture.

"Thinking."

This is the answer given by Su Bai, and the picture is gradually restored to normal;

Su Bai really only refuses, because he does not believe that the existence of the painting can really be too big to broadcast the terror, and there is no eternal life in it. If the 30-day deadline is over, he will be obliterated. Can people stop?

Just as Su Bai felt that nothing had happened, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest position, as if his heart was about to leave his body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

Su Baiyu was on the ground, full of pain, cold sweat!

The monk was watching next to him, just like the former Su Bai saw the monk cutting the meat to feed the eagle.

At the same time, the monk also showed a touch of mercy in his eyes. He knew how to use Buddhism to open and control the painting. The result was a failure, but it was actually the right way, and Su Bai went straight to Shantou. The land refuses, and does not blame it for suffering the pain of today.

Su Bai’s breathing began to become very short, his hands pressed against his chest, his heart, really began to be like drilling out, this feeling, involving great, pain is also great.

After the fat man was awakened by Su Bai, he was too lazy to continue to breathe. In the thatched house, he could sense it. His lips suddenly stunned:

"No, a completely unsolved mainline mission 2, terrorist broadcast, is this intention to let us destroy?"

Jiacuo leaned against the wall, his lips were already white and his breathing was very weak, but his brow was still wrinkled, because he couldn’t figure it out. This time the group was destroyed, it seemed that there was really no room for it. In the end, it’s gone. A thousand hardships, a situation that has come to an endless situation, is the terrorist broadcast deliberately trying to let all the listeners in this story go out here?

This... does not meet the habit of terrorist broadcasting. At least, he will let one or two people survive. At least, he will give a chance to live and a breakthrough.

The monk who fell to the ground silently recited Amitabha in his heart, watching Su Bai also squatting on the ground with a look of pain. In his heart, there was also doubts, and he did not give the opportunity to destroy the mission.

impossible.

Su Bai bit his teeth and resist this kind of pain. Now, he suddenly feels that it is no different when he arrives late and late. It doesn’t make any difference if they are arrogant in front of themselves. Because in the end, they met this. A painting, an obvious strength and realm beyond the many too many paintings of others, makes it all meaningless.

However, at this time, a strong drink came out from the outside!

............

A man in a robe walked by himself, Gyatso was a little surprised, and there were listeners?

Only then, he saw Lin Zhenying.

It's him?

What is he doing?

Lin Zhenying did not look at Gyatso, but continued to go inside.

The fat man looked at Lin Zhenying step by step, and opened his mouth and smiled. Mom, Laozi said that it could not be a dead end, and he.

Lin Zhenying pushed the thatched cottage and walked in. The monk breathed and suddenly became a little more urgent.

And he?

Su Bai was a bit stunned and looked at Lin Zhenying who stood in front of him.

In Lin Zhenying’s eyes, there is only this painting.

"At the beginning, you occupied my mountain gate, destroyed my brother and killed my master, and now I am here to collect debts!

A few days ago, in the zombie cave, I had been poisoned and attacked, and it was about to be dispelled. This forced me to make up my mind. I can’t continue to swear, continue to sneak and steal.

The hatred of the teacher, I must report!

With my own as a medium, I will lead the people of Fulong Mountain to cultivate the Tao for thousands of years, and you will be with you! ”

Su Bai suddenly thought of the memory of the zombie king he saw before facing the zombie king. In his memory, Lin Zhenying was a heroic hero, and he fled in a hurry. This is very different from Lin Zhenying, who he feels. It seems that Lin Zhenying has always had a backhand, not as simple as it seems.

The key to breaking this game is him?

Gyatso's eyes slammed hard, the fat hands were also slightly clenched, and the monk spelled the last force to read "Amitabha", Su Bai pressed his heart and looked at Lin Zhenying.

Lin Zhenying raised the mahogany sword in his hand. For a time, Hao Ran was upright!

At this time, among the portraits, the old man extended a hand and pointed at it.

Lin Zhenying's body trembled, his mouth overflowed with a blood, and then fell to the ground, no sound;

Gyatso spit out a blood,

The fat man’s mouth is open and he doesn’t know how to close it.

The monk’s second Amitabha prayer card does not know how to spit it out in the throat.

Su Bai’s figure on the ground is a skeleton.

Playing at such a critical moment,

With such a style,

immediately,

So,

died.