: Fishing in troubled waters, killing

"If you dare to kill me, you think you have a long life."

Wei Wuji felt the rapid passage of his body's vitality, but he had no worries, only pleasure.

His eyes were blood red, and the wind and thunder were even more urgent.

I saw that I could kill the old guy on the spot after two more swords.

I couldn't help but roared to the sky.

...

The old dragon king was also roaring wildly, but the voice was filled with desolation and sadness, and he felt the end and desolation.

The overlords of the ancient times have now been scattered into rivers, lakes and seas, with their inheritance scattered and resources shortages.

Once you are a little bit outstanding, you will either be killed or taken as a mount, or you will be peeled and cramped, or served at a banquet.

If you have no backer and lose all your foundation, you will be bullied everywhere.

He practiced for 1,800 years but could not beat a mere 20 or 30-year-old monk in his world. I have to say that this is a tragedy.

The glory of the past has become clouds and mists, and all the dragon clans live very humble. Today, the ancient overlords have to recognize the reality, bow down, or worship Buddhism, or surrender to heaven.

Otherwise, it would be a fierce monster in the mountains and fields, and would be killed sooner or later.

I have endured for 1,800 years and finally got to the Buddhist sect. I have a bright future and cleared my ancestors' sins. Will I die here today?

The old dragon roared wildly, his voice extremely helpless, and he felt that he was about to die.

...

The people of Jiangzhou had just walked out of the crisis, kneeling down to thank the gods for their kindness and praise the mercy of the governor. Then, they discovered the sound of dragon roaring and sword roaring outside the city, and looked up in shock.

"That's, Hongjiang Dragon King, I heard that the old dragon king does many good deeds on weekdays. When passing through Hongjiang, he often rescues ships in distress. Who is fighting with him?"

"It's Lord Wei, I didn't expect Lord Wei to be so powerful..."

"What's so awesome? You're still beaten to pieces by the governor and work obediently."

I have to say that the people of Jiangzhou have experienced more demonic chaos and their nerves have become extremely thick. At this time, they have just escaped from danger and immediately have the mood to judge the battle between humans and dragons, watch the excitement and gossip.

"I just don't know if the governor will intervene. Look at the old dragon, it's no longer possible."

"What are you going to interfere? Now that the monsters in the three counties are in chaos, Lord Chen loves the people as much as his son, and he can't even get busy. How can he have the leisure to go out of the city to save people? No, it's just saving the dragon."

...

"Amitabha, God has the virtue of being alive. Don't be angry. For my sake, how can I stop?"

Faster than the sound is a golden light.

It shot from a distance like an arrow. A string of Buddhist beads formed into colorful colors and turned into a huge white tiger. The strong wind roared, blocking the wind and thunder sword energy, blocking the old dragon king behind.

Sweat beads emerged from the forehead of the old monk Faming.

He went down to Jinshan, cleared some little demons and demons from the wild ridges in the mountains, and enjoyed the worship of the people of the villages and towns.

While radiating the Buddha's light and promoting the concept of spreading the world and saving people, he led Jiang Liuer and spoke scriptures.

Suddenly there was a whim.

A scene of light and shadow appeared in my mind.

"Chen Guangrui's body was stolen, and my Buddhist plan was destroyed? This is a great deal."

His eyes sterned, and he could hear the roar of dragons and the sad sound of the end.

He turned around and looked at the people who were kneeling down and bowing to gratitude, grabbed Jiang Liu'er, and his figure flashed, and turned into a golden light, heading straight to the Jiangzhou Prefecture City.

Still in mid-air, he saw that the old Dragon King was about to die, and the body of Chen Guangrui, who was entangled and protected by the dragon tail, was also under the sword energy, and his clothes were damaged, and his mouth was exposed. He was about to be split and killed by the sword light.

This shock is extraordinary.

Without thinking, the old monk waved his sleeves and sent Jiang Liuer to the wilderness beside him. He took a long breath, his body grew bigger, his muscles quickly bulged, and the appearance of a tiger slumped behind his head. The rosary beads on his hand were filled with colorful lights, and it rumbling and smashed over.

Wei Wuji was about to kill Hongjiang Laolong when he saw Monk Faming coming to build a beam. He was even more angry. At this time, the human and sword were one, and no one was afraid. He shouted loudly: "Old monk, don't misunderstand yourself. If you don't want your Jinshan Temple to be completely destroyed, just stay there and see me kill this evil dragon."

In the Tang Dynasty, humanity was prosperous. Although Buddhism preached the world, it also depends on the face of the government. The Wei family has a great family and a relationship with the heavenly court. Although the old monk is known as the saint of the human world, Wei Wuji is not at all false.

Shang Bo was beaten into blood mist in front of him, and died tragically on the spot, with no bones left. He had already hated Lao Long to the bone. At this time, he was determined to kill, and no one could speak well.

"Master Wei, you respect yourself too much and underestimate me. If you don't stop, don't blame me for being heavy."

The old monk Faming looks quite gentle. He always speaks softly when talking to people on weekdays, making people feel like spring breeze, but in essence he is subduing dragons and tigers, and he is very vicious in his bones.

The Buddhist method of compassion is not very good, but the method of subduing demons is very easy to use.

At this moment, Wei Wuji couldn't listen to the advice. He immediately raised his eyebrows and recited the Buddha's voice, headed straight to the sky, raised his right hand high, holding a golden aperture in his hand, and then buzzed his head and face.

Let's talk about it if you're convinced.

Golden light is written, and the sound of Sanskrit singing is heard.

The wind and thunder fairy sword made the thunder lightning, and the fire filled the sky.

...

Jiang Liu'er was brushed away by Monk Faming's sleeves, stood in the wilderness, staring blankly at her master like a god or a Buddha, heading straight to the sky, attacking the fairy sword with majestic vigor, with a daze in her eyes.

"Isn't it? I didn't lie to you. The old monk has profound magical powers and is a saint on earth. He has magical methods. However, he doesn't care whether you need to find your parents or parents, nor do you want to send you home. What do you think?"

Yang Lin hid in the blood mole, looked for an opportunity, and kept pouring sewage from the old monk.

Of course, this is not a lie.

From the bottom of my heart, Yang Lin also felt that Monk Faming was inauthentic in doing things.

In other words, Buddhism is a bit too cruel.

Why is Tang Monk’s fault?

It's a young age to suffer so much.

From childhood to adulthood, what happiness can there be? All sentient beings suffer, and they have to fail.

However, it can clearly make the little guy live a happier life, even if he needs to learn from the scriptures in the future, he can change his methods.

Of course, all this is just Yang Lin's sarcastic remarks, standing next to him commenting and criticizing from the perspective of passers-by, is not necessarily pertinent.

But who told this little guy to call himself father?

Yanwu Ling arranged this identity for himself. Since he had endorsed this identity, he had this responsibility. Yang Zhutian really couldn't do it if he didn't recognize people when he put on his pants.

Of course, I can't stand the little guy so miserable...

To erase human nature and build a tool puppet is really too much for a child.

"Will he teach me how?"

The little guy asked silently in his heart.

"No, he will only teach you to chant scriptures."

"Will you take me to find my mother in the future?"

"No, he will let you see your mother when you become an adult, and then force your mother to death, so that you will completely lose your attachment to the world. From then on, the ancient Buddha of Qinglantern will be forever."

"Inner Demon, you are lying to me, right?"

"What's the use of me lying to you as a little guy? Don't forget, I am your inner demon, I am you, and you are me. In fact, all of this is your own idea. I believe you can tell whether you have lying to you or not."

"Yes, I can tell, of course I can tell, who can feel good to me and who is not good to me. The Buddha said that all sentient beings suffer, and it is hard to overcome the suffering, what can I do?"

The little guy's heart is weak and helpless, with a faint sadness.

He didn't have much resistance.

"You have a way. Am I your inner demon? Of course, I have to help you. The old monk is unhappy and let him die. Maybe if you change someone to be a master, you can see your mother."

"But, he doesn't seem to die, but his opponent is going to die."

A trace of blood flashed across the little guy's delicate face, his eyes lit up, and he became dim again.

"You've misread this. Only when the opponent dies will he die."

Yang Lin said mysteriously.

As soon as the words came, the little guy's back itched slightly, and the red mole suddenly flashed a golden light and shadow, heading straight to the sky, turning into a golden aperture.

At the same time, the old monk Faming roared and smashed down with a golden circle in his hand, causing blood to squirt from the corner of Wei Wuji's mouth, the fairy sword sank, and the dragon soul shaking, but he was not wary of another aperture as if it was like a phantom, and with a puff, it hit his head.

puff……

Wei Wuji was slightly stunned, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his head exploded with a bang.

I have been staying in the little Tang Monk for too long. I listened to the old monk's lectures every day and felt the magic weapon breath on him. With Yang Lin's talent and understanding, I have long simulated the subtle and subtle figure.

He used Buddhist mantras, transformed into circles, and based on the innate immortal golden body that understood the superficial hair. He illused as the aperture Buddha's power, and blatantly attacked.

At this time, he was too lazy to worry about whether the old monk could see through his true form.

In fact, the mystery of the mysterious body of the little Tang Monk was still beyond his expectations. He used the transformation technique simulated by the innate immortal spiritual light. Even the old monk himself could not see clearly for a while and was confused.
To be continued...