Teach your wife to live for a thousand years

Chapter 1293 Chaos, Fat Cat thinks he is very familiar
Fakong's complexion changed suddenly, he held a Zen stick in his hand, and looked at him coldly: "If I kill you, the Buddha will not know."

"Yes," Buddha closed his eyes and said calmly, "He won't know if he kills you."

Fat Maoer suddenly jumped away from the Buddha's shoulder, and the next moment, the broom in the Buddha's hand suddenly changed.

It was a sword.

From a broom to a sword!
"This sword..."

Fakong was shocked. When did he see that a broom could turn into a sword, and it was obviously an ordinary broom.

It seems that in his impression, the broom is just a very common thing in the monastery, and he holds it in his hand. Maybe he has held this broom before, but he didn't realize that this broom is actually a weapon.

Fakong's eyes were slightly red, and he thought sourly, maybe he didn't notice it because it was so ordinary?

But why is it him!
The Buddha valued him!
He is also the next Buddha!

Why can't it be me! !
Looking at the sword in his hand, the Buddha lowered his eyes, and the long and thick eyelashes could not see the emotional changes in his eyes.

"Mo."

"blame."

"Array."

Fakong moved his lips, the Zen stick in his hand was suspended in mid-air, his thumb and index finger intertwined, and the pinching gesture changed rapidly.

With a bang, the Zen staff suspended in mid-air emitted golden light, quickly covering the area, and countless lines composed of golden lines appeared below.

The fat cat on the ground was taken aback, and quickly jumped on a tree not far away in two or three steps, his hair was furry and he was full of vigilance.

The big palm print about eight feet in size slapped viciously at the man who stood still, and at the same time, the sound of Buddha chanting scriptures was heard next to his ears.

Nimaha Bodeng Puzzle——

Without raising the Buddha's head, he chopped off the palm prints that were slapped towards him with a sword, and the sound of chanting scriptures stopped abruptly, as if the whole surrounding had become much cleaner.

Fat Mao'er stared at him, and his dark and blood-colored pupils became more and more strange. This old bald donkey is so familiar, why... so familiar.

Surrounded by immersion.

Suddenly there was a trembling sound of sword cries.

Fakong took two steps back and quickly stabilized his body. He stared at him with an ugly face and asked, "You clearly practice Buddhism, but why can you use swordsmanship?"

There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of the Buddha's lips, and he squinted his eyes as if thinking about it: "As a Buddha, can't you cultivate other things?"

"cannot!"

Fakong put aside his thoughts and looked at him angrily, "You are a Buddha! You are already a Buddha! The Buddha values ​​you! No accident, you will be the next Buddha!
You shouldn't practice swordsmanship!You have defiled the Buddhist world!You do not deserve!You are not worthy to be the new Buddha! "

Almost instantly, Fakong bound his hands inside, put his index fingers together vertically, and pressed his thumbs under his ring finger.

Fluttering his lips, he recited the scriptures clearly.

Om Bharat Bada Mystery Hum——

The Buddhist inscriptions under the feet spun rapidly, the golden lines deepened, and a faint hint of dark red appeared, and the voice of chanting scriptures sounded again.

Namo Guanzizai Bodhisattva Mahasattva.

Om Bharat Bada Mystery Hum——

The scriptures over and over again seemed to fill the whole nerves, Fat Cat stepped on the branch, his brain was confused, he felt a headache, and he was about to explode!
boom.

boom.

boom.

Three golden monks emerged from the soil in different places. They grabbed the Buddha's feet at the same time, and the other man restrained him with a vajra cover to immobilize him.

And at the same moment.

Fakong's figure flickered.

Then appeared in front of him.

Hit it hard with a punch!

The fat cat on the tree suddenly became anxious, and began to worry about the bald donkey inexplicably.

"Do you really think I want to be a Buddha?"

Someone sighed in his ear.

Fakong's pupils shrank, but it was too late. His punch actually hit the Buddha's body, but the Buddha's figure suddenly disappeared in the next second.

There was pain from the tearing of the back.

A sword pierced his chest.

Blood splattered all over the place.

splashed on his face.

The Buddhist inscriptions on the ground disappeared at the same time, the Zen stick suspended in mid-air fell to the ground with a clatter, and the three golden monks disappeared.

Everything is so sudden.

It came unexpectedly.

At that moment, Fakong's brain went blank. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand that the sword had been pulled out of his body.

The blood completely blurred the white Buddhist robe.

"What a powerful sword intent, what a pure Buddha intent..."

Fakong staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood, he turned around, staring at him with an unconcealable shock on his face, "

But why do I feel the magic in your body, no, there are gods... no, that's not it, what kind of power is it..."

"...Who are you?"

Facon looked at him.

But he didn't figure it out until he died.

Who the hell is that person.

Buddha looked at the corpse on the ground, and took another look at the messy surroundings. He sighed and put away the sword in his hand. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a broom again. It seemed that nothing had changed.

It's just that there is one person missing in this temple.

Also just one person.

He sighed and felt a headache: "I don't know how long it will take to clean it up. After all, I got myself into trouble."

He cleaned up the blood, but was worried about a dead body, and seemed to be worrying about reciting scriptures to send him west, with the broom leaning on him,

Suddenly raised his eyes to look in a certain direction, and the corners of his lips curled lazily: "Buddha, you don't want to watch here anymore, why don't you come and help me."

A palm print that was as big as ten feet was slapped towards him fiercely!

That moment.

The entire surrounding area seemed to be covered in gold.

A huge sword came out.

Squeeze hard!
There are huge palm prints on the ground, and the chaotic lines in the palm prints are the impact of the lines of the sword intent.

A golden light appeared in half the sky.

It was a figure in a translucent state.

Huge body.

is golden.

The voice is full of Buddha's meaning.

It was an ancient sound.

chaos--

The Buddha stood in the mid-air, and the strange thing was that there was no Buddha's breath around him, but only his breath.

He glanced at the "broom" that had turned into a sword in his hand, smiled helplessly, and retracted the sword into his body, a lazy smile appeared on his calm face: "

Old bald donkey, I thought you wouldn't find me until you died, what a pity. "

"You are part of Chaos."

The Buddha was startled, he chuckled, and agreed openly: "Yes, I am a part of Chaos."

"But what are you doing in the Buddhist world?"

"Practice." The Buddha sighed with regret written on his face, "

It's a pity that my good practice was interrupted. As a Buddha, I can't even stay in this ruined temple anymore. "

"Should I change my practice?"

He murmured thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)