A certain person is the Heavenly Killer Li Gui.

Chapter 276 Grandpa can fly

Of course, there are no sweeping monks in the Shaolin Temple. Li Gui went there and screamed purely because of the bad taste in his heart.

However, the Shaolin Temple has the heads of various halls and courtyards, and it is said that there are as many as thirty-six of them.

Now that strong men came in, these leaders naturally couldn't sit still. They appeared from all over the place and stopped Li Gui outside the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Dozens of monks stood there, forming a formation of their own. In terms of momentum, it was thicker and more majestic than the Arhat formation of thousands of people in front of them. Their every move and every move was in harmony with Zen, forming a deep and restrained atmosphere. His aura is so profound and immeasurable that one can tell at the first sight.

"Amitabha, this donor, this way is blocked, please ask the donor to go somewhere else!"

The leading old monk has an unknown age, and his skin has become loose. His face is like the bark of an ancient tree that has experienced wind and frost, with ravines and crisscrossing ravines depicting endless stories. His long eyebrows hang down to both sides of his face, and his head The nine ring scars on it silently tell the transcendent identity.

A string of dim-colored Buddhist beads hung around the old monk's neck, swaying gently as he moved, making a low and sweet sound.

He was wearing an old but neat khaki cassock. The fabric had long been washed and turned white. It was embroidered with meticulous lotus patterns. It was lined with a large robe. It had been patched and overlapped countless times, but it still remained clean. , a faded cloth belt tied around his waist, and a pair of patched straw sandals on his feet.

The old monk spoke calmly and unhurriedly, neither humble nor arrogant, and his whole body exuded a calm and unhurried attitude of great virtue, which made people feel awe.

However, Li Gui was an untrustworthy person and would not accept his tricks at all. When he saw him blocking the way, he laughed loudly and said:

"This is simple. Whatever artifacts and magic weapons you have in your temple, take them out and let someone appreciate them."

"If those treasures have no chance with a certain family, that family will immediately turn around and leave!"

The old monk shook his head and said calmly:

"There are only scriptures here, and there have never been any treasures."

Li Gui then said:

"Since it's not in the Sutra Pavilion, it must be in the abbot's room, Lixue Pavilion, Thousand Buddha Hall and other places."

"When a certain house has been searched and confirmed that there is nothing there, then naturally it will be left."

The leading old monk raised his eyebrows and was about to continue talking, but behind him there was an irritable old monk who started shouting loudly.

"This thief burned down the Great Hall, why are senior brothers Xingkong talking nonsense to him?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother still wants to be merciful and let him go?"

Na Xingkong sighed and said:

"Junior brother, since this benefactor is the 'Heavenly Killing Star', it is probably the star that should be catastrophic. We monks and other monks have to give some face to the heaven."

Li Gui immediately became angry after hearing this.

"Ha ha……"

"Old monk, you are such an arrogant monk!"

"A certain family wanted to save some trouble and let you deliver the treasure yourself, but they didn't take the lead."

"But who gave you the illusion that you can keep a certain family?"

Li Gui's heart was filled with murderous intent, and with a flip of his hand, he blasted out a fire dragon again.

"Amitabha!"

Xingkong and others on the opposite side chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and the Buddha's light in the formation expanded outwards and swallowed the fire dragon. After just one turn, the fire dragon disappeared without a trace.

"Good formation!"

Li Gui praised him and stepped into the formation. All the formations in the world seemed to have their own spatial attributes. Li Gui felt his eyes blurred as he stood in a huge Buddhist temple.

This Buddhist temple is majestic and spectacular, with a wide internal space and a high dome that is as far-reaching as the sky. It is painted with lifelike murals of flying gods and Buddhas, and there is also a faint flow of Buddha's light inside.

In the center of the hall is enshrined a solemn and majestic Buddha statue, with a dazzling golden body and a solemn appearance. The Buddha's kind eyes overlook all living beings, seeming to be able to discern all the joys and sorrows in the world.

The Buddha is surrounded by Arhat statues of different shapes and meanings, sitting or standing with vivid expressions, as if they will come to life from stillness at any time.

On both sides of the hall, there are several rows of thick vermilion stone pillars. Each pillar is carved with complex and exquisite auspicious patterns and Buddhist scriptures. After years of baptism, it shows its simplicity and vicissitudes.

Hanging between the pillars are finely embroidered prayer flags and curtains, which move automatically in the absence of wind, adding a sense of solemnity.

Xingkong and dozens of other old monks sat on the tall stone pillars, lowering their heads and chanting sutras.

The melodious Sanskrit sound was like a clear spring falling from the sky to the world, purifying every inch of space and dust and distracting thoughts in every corner of the hall.

This sound is both grand and delicate, reaching straight into the listener's heart, like golden ripples rippling out, wrapping Li Gui in the middle of the hall from all directions.

The rhythm of the music rises and falls, with the low notes surging like the deep sea, and the high notes resembling birds soaring. It makes people forget the troubles of the world for an instant and immerse themselves in the boundless Zen state. Even the murderous intention in Li Gui's heart at this time was instantly eliminated. Go.

In the sound of Sanskrit singing, Li Gui couldn't help but think of all the things he had done before, and the living beings who died directly or indirectly in his hands, and he couldn't help but feel a little regret in his heart.

"The Kong Mansion has the power to educate and transform sentient beings. The killings were a little reckless at that time. They should be given a chance to turn around... what a piece of shit!"

Li Gui suddenly woke up and became furious.

"What a bastard!"

"You actually want to convert me!"

If he hadn't noticed his own problems a few days ago, realized that he was essentially a bandit, and made his Taoist heart more transparent, he might have been in trouble this time.

These bald donkeys may not be very good at fighting, but they are very good at acting as a charlatan.

They do not directly change people's thinking patterns, but change them bit by bit and subtly.

First make people regret a little bit, then solidify the results, and then change people's thoughts a little bit, step by step, and lead people into a pit step by step.

While Li Gui concentrated on resisting the attack of the Sanskrit sound, he jumped towards the bald donkeys on the pillar.

But the pillar suddenly rose up, throwing Li Gui underneath. No matter how hard Li Gui jumped, he could never reach the top of the pillar, and finally had to fall back to the ground.

"Donor Li, our Buddhist sect has no intention of sabotaging your waiting for the Demon Star to be catastrophic. As long as you bow your head and admit your mistake, I will make the decision to let you out." The voice of Monk Xingkong came from above.

Li Gui snorted coldly, ignored it, and released the fire dragon and wind blade to attack with his backhand, but the pillar also rose up and could not hurt the monks on it.

The monk Xingkong was even more proud, and continued to persuade with a smile on his lips:

"Donor Li, everything in this world has its own destiny. No one can change it. Donor, please don't be persistent."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a human head rising slowly from the edge of the pillar opposite him, appearing in front of him, with a fierce look in his eyes and a ferocious smile at him.

"Bald thief!"

"Have you ever thought that grandpa can fly!"

(End of this chapter)