Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 287 What a man!
"Ramayan?"

Hearing this masculine name.

Bodhidharma's heart sank slightly, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

It seems that there is something beautiful, struggling on the verge of collapse and disillusionment.

Without waiting for Dharma to speak.

Zheng!
Zheng!
Zheng!
……

But seeing Ramayan sitting cross-legged on the rock, graceful and graceful, with five fingers flying, he plucked the zither string at an extremely fast speed, and there was a sound of wind and thunder immediately under his fingers.

It makes people feel like they are in the ancient battlefield, with gold and iron horses, murderous, and drumming the sky.

If it was an ordinary monk who was attracted by the killing sound of the guzheng and his blood surged, he would have exploded and died.

However, Bodhidharma and Bull Demon King are such cultivated figures, they stand tall, turn a deaf ear, and don't change their expressions.

"Zheng!"

There was another rapid and high-pitched sound.

Rama Yan suddenly stopped the zither.

With some seductive eyes, he glanced lazily at Bodhidharma and the Bull Demon King.

Finally settled on the body of the Bull Demon King, his pupils shrank suddenly, reflecting a cold and gloomy light of prey.

Followed by.

A sneering voice from a slightly rough man slowly spit out from Ramayan's slightly parted cherry lips, and rang in his ears: "Long time no see, Bull Demon King!"

Click!
It was as if large sheets of glass had suddenly shattered.

Bodhidharma took a deep breath, his whole body felt a little bad.

Paused.

Bodhidharma lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Herculean King, who is this person?"

"Ramayan, the only son of Rama Xuecha, the current high priest of the Raksha tribe..."

As the Bull Demon King spoke, he stared closely at the other party. There was no abnormality on his face, as if he had been immune to it for a long time. "At the same time, he is also the head of the eight guardians of the Raksha clan!"

"Only son?"

Bodhidharma gasped again, "He's really a man!"

"Didn't it mean that the Rakshas are the same as the Asuras, the men are ugly and the women are alluring? This Ramayan is clearly a man, why is he so alluring? And he is wearing women's clothing?"

Questions about Dharma.

The Bull Demon King didn't think much about it, he sneered and said, "So, this guy is a freak!"

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he was full of prejudice against Ramayana.

Obviously, there must be an unknown but entangled grievance between these two people.

"It should be related to Princess Iron Fan!"

Dharma smiled heartily.

After all, the reason why the Bull Demon King intersects with the Raksha clan is because of Princess Iron Fan.

not to mention.

The big man in women's clothing in front of him is the only son of the high priest of the Raksha clan.

From the point of view of being well-matched, it is more suitable for Princess Iron Fan.

"Bull Demon King, just as father expected, you really came!"

Ramayan plucked the strings of the zither, with a gloomy expression on the corner of his mouth, "I have been ordered to wait for you for a long time!"

"Ramayan, I call you uncle, return my red boy quickly!"

The Bull Demon King took half a step forward, raised his head and shouted angrily, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the old love!"

While speaking, his eyes were red.

He had already held the iron rod tightly in his hand.

Rolling mana, surging out.

A terrifying aura permeated the whole body, like a prehistoric beast, ready to pounce on it at any moment, and bite off Ramayan's throat.

Glancing indifferently, Ramayan's face was full of indifference, and he said in a cold voice: "Bull Demon King, I regarded you as a brother and sister back then, but who would have thought that you, a beast in clothes and clothes, would abduct the iron man on my wedding day?" Fan the princess, so that I have no face to face the people!"

"I haven't settled this old debt with you yet, yet you still dare to bark here, saying that you don't miss the old relationship!"

"Ever since you abducted Princess Le Iron Fan, there is still a bullshit old relationship between you and me!"

The more Ramayan spoke, the more excited he became, and the expression on his face became more gloomy.

I heard this.

Bodhidharma can almost conclude that there must have been a bloody relationship between the Bull Demon King, Princess Iron Fan and Ramayan.

But what made Rama Yan very upset was that Princess Iron Fan finally followed the Bull Demon King away.

"This Ramayan looks so handsome. Compared with him, the Bull Demon King is far behind. Why did Princess Iron Fan choose the Bull Demon King?"

Thinking about it again, "Could it be that the women of the Raksha tribe really regard ugliness as beauty? In their eyes, a Raksha man with a face like Ramayan is extremely ugly?"

Perhaps it was because Ramayan talked about his pain.

The Bull Demon King's expression changed slightly, but he was not as excited as before. He shouted in a deep voice, "Ramayan, what did you do to the son I had with Princess Iron Fan? Could it be that he was really eunuched and made a saint?" ?”

As soon as I heard the words "Princess Iron Fan".

Ramayan fell silent for a moment, just fiddled with the zither between his knees, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't speak.

Seeing this, the Bull Demon King knew something was wrong.

Moreover, the matter must not be as simple as worshiping Honghaier as the saint of the Raksha tribe.

Maybe there is still life left.

thought here.

The aura around the Bull Demon King became violent again, sweeping around like a hurricane.

clang!
With an iron rod in his palm, he hit the ground hard.

The earth shook and the mountains shook.

There was a terrifying crack in the ground, extending all the way to the blood-red boulder.

"Ramayan, you heard me clearly!"

The Bull Demon King paused every word, as if squeezed out from the root of his teeth, and said sharply, "If the red boy hurts half a hair, I will die, and I will drag all of you Rakshas to be buried with me!"

Listening quietly to the roar of the Bull Demon King, Ramayan seemed to have never heard it.

The ten slender fingers plucked freely, constantly moving flexibly on the twelve strings.

An ethereal melody pours out from the fingertips, like a clear spring in the forest, or like a bright moon on the sea.

Paused.

Ramayan had an intoxicated look on his face, as if he had already been immersed in the graceful rhythm.

Xu Xu said: "The red boy was born from you and Princess Iron Fan. Now that he can sacrifice for our Raksha clan, it is considered atonement!"

He said so, but the speed at which he plucked the zither strings became faster and faster.

The killing intent, as cold as the autumn wind, once again shrouded the surroundings.

"Chong!"

Accompanied by an unprecedented bang.

Suddenly, the string broke.

"Boom!"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Huge blood-colored beams of light, with strange magic patterns engraved on them, like hideous golems, suddenly broke through the ground and rushed straight into the sky.

all of a sudden.

Above the head, a sea of ​​blood surged.

In the monstrous sea of ​​blood, there seemed to be countless blood demon soldiers hidden.

Dancing with knives and guns, gearing up to fight, accompanied by bursts of horrific howls of ghosts and wolves.

Just waiting for an order, they were about to come out in full force, chopping up Bodhidharma and the Bull Demon King in the lower realm into meat paste.

Looking up at the surging sea of ​​blood in the sky, a dignified expression appeared on the face of the Bull Demon King.

"Asura Ghost Killing Formation?"

The Bull Demon King's pupils shrank suddenly.

Just then.

Hearing Ramayan's cold voice: "Ox Demon King, my father had already expected that you would never give up, so he ordered me to be here, and set up a Shura ghost killing formation, waiting for your presence!"

"Since you are here today, I will let you come and go!"

Rama Yan shouted.

Clang!
Another sound of broken strings.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that Kui drums resound.

In the monstrous sea of ​​blood, countless ferocious and terrifying blood demon soldiers suddenly surged out, rushing towards Bodhidharma and the Bull Demon King fiercely.

(End of this chapter)