: Calling a Holy Becoming a Demon

"This is?"

Wang Shichong suddenly stood up.

He walked to the railing in three or two steps, and looked at the figure floating in the distance, still in the air, with both longing and frightened eyes.

Grandmaster masters such as Ouyang Xiyi, Wang Tong, and Chao Gongcuo were all stunned and unable to move for a long time.

What ambitions, what awesomeness, what awesomeness, and what awesomeness, after seeing the figure standing in the void like a god, there was no idea.

"It turns out that it is actually fighting for the world with such people. So why are you fighting for?"

A thick and powerful man was originally burying his head to drink and eat vegetables, but at this time the wine was wet with his cheeks and he ignored it and said in a quiet voice.

After a while, the great Confucian Wang Tongcai sighed: "Such amazing talent and supreme sect, who dares to say that he is the devil king? This time, Buddhism and Taoism have kicked a big iron plate, and they don't know how to end it, hahaha..."

"Brother Wang doesn't have to worry about them. Every thousand years, saints are born, and they all suppress an era.

Although Buddhism and Taoism sometimes remain silent, they will never fade. They have some methods."

Ouyang Xiyi had a smile on his eyes.

But my heart was full of bitterness.

In the hall, he was immersed in his own world, playing the piano and singing the sound of nature, Shang Xiufang's eyes became fascinated.

Before he knew it, the sound of the piano changed and became excited and out of place for everyone in the hall.

...

In Ziwei Palace, You Chuhong was leaning on the dragon head crutch, and her figure seemed a little more hunched. She sighed and said, "The situation is gone!"

A tall and pretty woman with a sword-carrying face next to her, holding You Chuhong's arm, her big eyes flashed, and suddenly said, "Grandma, our family has no grudges with the person in the south, and in fact, there is no chance."

As soon as these words came out, the 13-year-old emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne not far away, suddenly his face became very ugly and his body trembled.

If even the Dugu family doesn't support him.

Not to mention fighting with Yang Lin, even fighting with Wang Shichong is a dead end.

Where should he go?

"Not necessarily, You Aiqing, you didn't realize that the four great monks and the Master Jingzhai have arrived? Maybe... maybe..."

The little emperor is young and looks very well-behaved on weekdays. He does whatever others say.

Extremely intelligent and understanding, this is the reason why the Dugu family devotes their efforts to help.

However, at this time, Yang Tong didn't care about playing against his nature. He was unwilling to accept it and was unwilling to accept it.

The emperor's grandfather Yang Guang died at the hands of that man. He had already been defeated without even thinking about taking revenge and never had any chance.

"it's useless."

You Chuhong sighed and shook his head, "Your Majesty, take a closer look, the four great monks still have fighting spirit.

Although Fan Qinghui is arrogant, she is a very talented person and is good at leveraging her power. She has never been a true Buddhist who sacrifices her life and dies.

When things cannot be done, she will know how to do it better than anyone else.

After so many years of life, You Chuhong has been used to seeing life and death, and has also seen the various choices of many people at the critical moment of life and death.

She has been here all her life and rarely misjudged people.

At this moment, you will not misjudgment the four great monks and the master of Jingzhai.

...

After the restaurant collapsed, not only many drinkers appeared.

One nun and four monks also appeared.

Five masters.

The five of them were running around and motionless.

Four old monks with white beards stood in the direction of the four symbols in the southeast, four north and four symbols.

One person pointed out, one person held a stick, one person raised his palm and bowed from afar, and one person stretched his palm forward.

All the tricks were only halfway out, and the Wujian Demon-Sealing Array had just completed halfway, and the golden light immediately reversed.

The wood chips fell on the ground and spread on the four monks, and the few of them smiled bitterly.

"The prince's divine power is hard to defeat, and he actually cultivated into the realm of heaven and man. He is the supreme sect, but the old monks are abrupt."

The fourth ancestor of Zen Buddhism was good at Taoism and was good at Dafamo's hands. He followed the trend and put his hands in his chest and bowed, "There are many offenses in the eyes of the monks who don't recognize the true Buddha. Please forgive me."

Shhh…

When everyone heard this, they all burst into an uproar.

This is cowardly.

Then the Emperor of Huayan Sect, the Emperor Xin, shook the Zen Staff in his hand, and followed Heshi to ritual, and said with a smile: "He clan chooses people independently. At this moment, the prince will come in person, which should be the destiny of heaven. Destiny is impermanent, and the Buddha is merciful."

Li Shimin couldn't move, and when he heard this, his whole body shook violently. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Shi Feixuan held the hilt of the sword with her fingers, and the cloth strips wrapped around the hilt of the hilt of the hilt were squeezed out by her, but she finally did not draw the sword.

He sighed, looked at Li Shimin with pity, and slowly untied the package behind him.

Before she could present it, Yang Lin heard a chuckling in his ear: "But, I killed Ning Daoqi and also killed Kong. Aren't I a great demon? Also, I heard that you have always been incompatible with Buddhas and demons."

Master Jiaxiang of the Three Repertory Sect quietly took back the finger Zen he pointed out earlier, without any hostility: "Senior Brother Lekong practiced silent meditation in his early years, which was a violation of the precept of lies.

His mouth and tongue are not clear, his eyes are unclear, and he should not regard the Buddha as a great demon. It is better to be silent."

Master Zhihui of Tiantai Sect did not laugh, but just bowed respectfully and said righteously: "For thousands of years, a saint will be born to save all living beings and restore peace in the world.

Whenever this happens, there will always be great demons in the world. It is normal for Brother Ning to mistakenly admit it, but it is a pity that it is a pity."

I love hearing these words.

Yang Lin's eyes were indifferent, without any sorrow or joy.

He had guessed that this ending was long ago.

It is easy to kill the thief in the mountains, but it is difficult to kill the thief in the heart.

It is easy to kill people, but it is too difficult to kill people.

People in the world call themselves the great devil, and have a tripod to transform the world and overthrow everything first. Even if he has a hundred words, he can't explain it clearly.

Especially, with the two sects of Baidao and Buddhism being promoted, they even had no way to argue.

Because people all over the world have become accustomed to identifying with these experts like Bai Dao.

What they say is what they say.

Faced with this situation of vocalizing gold.

In addition to banning the ban, he certainly had a better way.

That is, it forced the other party to change his words.

As long as these "knowledgeable people" recognize them, they will praise them together.

Those foolish people will change their ideas stupidly.

What kind of saints, devils, Buddhas, and gods are nothing more than fooling people's mouths.

He turned to look at the gentle, dignified, kind and compassionate nun, and smiled and said, "The Lord Fanzhai is here today, but for the sake of the destiny of heaven, I don't know what Jingzhai thinks."

The girl smiled sweetly. She looked at her old age, but she looked as beautiful as she was seventeen or eighteen years old, with an indescribable sweetness: "The prince is here to be seen, and I came here just to witness the choice of the Lord of Heaven on behalf of the He family and fell into the hands of the prince. Of course, it is destiny.

Feixuan, since the prince values ​​you, he must serve you sincerely in the future, and have no other intentions to plan for the world and the people and for the future."

Fan Qinghui said this last sentence a little harshly.

Because she knew that although her female disciple looked soft, she was actually very hard and cold in her bones, and she was stupid and sincere in serving the Buddha.

If she doesn't make it clear to her, she might try her best to draw her sword.

It’s nothing to fight to the death, even if you die, it’s still heroic.

However, if this person is exaggerated and angry and comes to Buddhism, something big will happen.

The Buddhist temple in the south was transformed, the monks moved, and their faith was thin.

But no matter what, their beliefs are still free, and in general, they only need to work.

In history, there are also kings who waved their butcher knives.

Before that kind of person was stabbed to death, he killed everyone.

If the king of supporters with great supernatural powers in front of him could not think about it for a moment and angrily adopted a strategy to destroy Buddhism, he would probably be able to kill all the Buddhist forces.

Just because he is the supreme master, the body of heaven and man is unstoppable.

“Yes, Master.”

Shi Feixuan responded in a deep voice, and for some reason, two lines of tears flowed down her face.
To be continued...