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Immediately, Hu Ji could not move anymore, and was held in place. The wrinkled veterans who came out still did not touch Hu Yan's legs, and there was still half an inch away. ═┝.＜.

And this half-inch distance is heaven and earth, an insurmountable gap.

Dole glanced at the sculptural Hu Ji who was unable to move or speak, then looked at a hundred people from all major forces, and said calmly: "I have given enough face to Xiaoyaomen. Xiao Yan, kill him. These two."

Xiao Yan did not understand Dole's approach. Killing chickens and monkeys is not to kill people, but to generate sufficient deterrence. Some torture methods are indispensable, so as to deter the Quartet. What's more, if you want to kill Hu Yan, you can kill it a long time ago, so why bother.

In the case of Mountain Rain City, Xiao Yan did not see the murderous psychological game between Doer and Li Yongsheng, but some signs can be heard from Xun Zhou. The most terrifying thing about Dole is actually his scheming. But from now on, it's just normal. Although there is a scheming, it is not supernatural.

And Xiao Yan didn't violate Dole's meaning, and began to pinch the law decision, taking the power of the origin to kill Hu Ji and Hu Yan and his son.

Hey!

Then Xiao Yan urged the law to decide, shining in the bright light beams of Hu Ji's body, Zou Ran appeared dense and turbulent red inflammation, and saw Hu Ji's body quickly melted under the blazing red inflammation, from the **** skin to the flesh, and the whole body The organs were twisted and deformed, and then melted into fleshy mud and turned into white smoke. It was only a moment later that a dignified figure of the enlightened realm of Dao was cultivated alive in front of everyone, and his body and spirit were destroyed.

At the same time, a beam of light fell from a Shen Yun demon star on the **** sky, shining on Hu Yan's body, and Chi Yan rose up, like a fiery snake dancing, spreading its teeth and claws, engulfing Hu Yan, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The father and son died here only in an instant, and ended in a tragic end of endless reincarnation. After seeing the hundreds of people present. The vast majority of people turned pale and frightened, showing a look of panic, and only a few of them could remain calm. One of them is the little monk dressed up in a parade in a white robe.

Under the suppression of the ancient mountain, in the Hanshan city, any monk above the realm of silence can no longer use his divine power, at most he will be a little stronger in his flesh, but he can cultivate to such a realm. The physical body alone can rival the monks in the ordinary state of silence.

The realm of Proving Dao is a watershed like a moat. Many monks cannot break through in their entire lives. Although Dzogchen is only one line away from the realm of Righteous Path, the strength of the former and the latter can be described as a world of difference. Of course, there are no absolutes in the world. This is just relative to the average monk, and there are few special circumstances. For example, many factors such as divine body, holy relic, and law have a great influence on the strength of the monk. However, the greater the gap in the later stages of cultivation, and the realm of God Slashing. Even fighting beyond the small realm is very difficult.

More than half of the hundred people were senior figures above the realm of Zen Dao. They came together this time because of the deep background behind them, and wanted to put pressure on Dole and force him to unblock Hanshan City. ┞.

Of course, there are also people who have hidden selfish intentions. If they can get the clothes of the heart, it is a gratifying event that they don't need it, and they can always use it, even if they don't, they can exchange for spiritual treasures or magical treasures.

The old men relied on the backing of various dean-level forces behind them. Self-righteously thought that Dole would not dare to kill them, but they didn't know that there was no one in this Hanshan city that Dole would dare to kill, and they happened to be the first batch. But Dole won't kill all, the little monk wants to stay.

The old men who think they are not life-threatening are too confident. They know that they can block Hanshan City and prevent them from using their divine power. This must be the cultivator of the god-slashing realm. In this way, it is a violation of the agreement reached by the major forces a year ago. Therefore, it was decided after the cultivation base was restored. For this reason, he justifiably killed Dole and snatched Luoxinyi. They also know that this will be a bit risky, but if people die for money and birds die for food, how can there be a chance if they don't fight for it?

Moreover, they also thought that there shouldn't be much problem for them to escape from the cultivator of God Slayer. Even among the top forces that cover the sky with one hand, such as the Supreme Family and the Five Great Sacred Grounds, the god-slashing monks are rare in existence, and they usually practice in retreats. They do not show the mountains or the water, rarely go out, and the direct elders are also very good. Hard to see. Therefore, these people have not actually seen the cultivator of God Slayer take action, just guessing.

There are not many stupid people in this world, but there are not many smart people. These older generations of people naturally have scheming, but they are accustomed to arrogant self-esteem, and they have lost the past peace of mind and caution, and now they face the greatness of Luoxinyi Interests, how can you not be enthusiastic?

It can be said that they have given up such an old age. Today, the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Hanshan City, I don’t know how many supernatural and ordinary people have come here. These talents can be regarded as real old treacherous and cunning chess players who control the power of life and death in a region. Even these characters dare not trouble Dole. Where does the courage come from?

The old men are very brave, but Xiao Yan is now very puzzled, and said to Dole: "What are you thinking about? And, before you dealt with the monk wearing the Taoist gown, you have done dozens of tricks with this person, apparently casually. It can be killed, but why did it take so long?"

Xiao Yan was always observing every move of Dole, what was right and wrong, he knew very well. This world is indeed respected by the strong, but scheming is also particularly important. This is a prerequisite for becoming a strong, otherwise it is just a brash man who has nothing to do and will die sooner or later.

"I'm experimenting with the power of Annihilation, so as to understand my own strength." Dole never thought that Xiao Yan would ask this question, and then replied.

"Oh. That was the case. But why didn't you kill Hu Yan at the time, and waited for his father to come together to kill him?" Xiao Yan was puzzled. "Next you will know." Rarely, Dole sold it.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the little monk, who had been silent and clasped his hands together, suddenly chanted a Buddha's name. The voice was tender and crisp. It was completely a child's voice. The true color was authentic and there was no hint of temple atmosphere. If it were not for his shoulders, no one would dare to fake it. The white robes of the Buddha's Light Holy Land, just listen to the sound, just think they are children of ordinary people. ┟╪┠╡┟╪..

Buddhism practitioners are very particular about the colors of the robes. There are three colors, such as green, mud black, and magnolia, and the three light colors are used to classify the status of the buddhist. However, the status and the cultivation level are not related, this is only the generation. Because the Buddha has become a holy, above all beings, there is another color above the three colors, which is the holy color, that is, whiteness.

The white robes are called holy robes by the world. Since the Buddha's Light Holy Land advocates frugality, most of this holy robes are just ordinary clothes. Regardless of whether it is ordinary clothes or treasure clothes, the noble status it symbolizes cannot be changed.

It is almost impossible to see a Buddhist practitioner who is qualified to put on this holy robes. Therefore, as soon as the little monk Fang appeared, it immediately caused an uproar. While everyone was shocked, they were also wondering why the little monk allowed the little monk to travel alone in the Buddha's Light Holy Land and what the purpose was. Suddenly, this became a topic of discussion among the Hanshan city population, among them, most of them believed that the young monks came to dig a wall.

No one knows whether the Buddha and Dao are of the same origin, but the cultivation methods of the two are completely different. Taoist cultivation in the divine realm, the divine power is released, and the cultivation level can be judged by the fluctuation of the divine power, while the Buddha cultivates the relics and the Buddha power is introverted. If you do not use the Buddha power, you cannot judge at all. So, so far. The cultivation of the little monk is still a mystery.

The little monk who wears the holy robes on his shoulders is second, but his status is enough to frighten a large group of people. If anyone dared to break the ground on the bald head of this Tai Sui god, the blood monk in the Buddha's Light Holy Land who had quarreled the great sacred places and many supreme families three thousand years ago had to hold the floating bowl and desperately, this blood monk's temperament is nothing. The agreement can be restricted.

The little monk has clear eyes and fair eyes, fair skin, soft and greasy, and his eyes are inanimate and godless, and his expression is dull, revealing a bit strange, not like a holy monk. Baoxiang is solemn, kind, and kind. On the contrary, he is like an undead old monk who is unpredictable and meditates forever. As if walking in the underworld of the sun.

At first glance, the little monk, who felt a bit creepy, was empty. Since he chanted the Buddha's name, the people outside the Zhangjiao immediately took a few steps back, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The little monk's eyes were hollow, and his little white face showed no expression, and he took a step forward. There was no sound when he landed, and he didn't see how he moved, only to reach Dole in an instant.

The little monk was fast and weird, but with Xiao Yan in the dark, Dol was not afraid. Xiao Yan wanted to take him away, but no one could stop him.

Dole stood still, with a calm expression on his face, looked at the little monk calmly, and smiled lightly: "Little monk, are you trying to stop me or kill me."

The little monk shook his head slightly, "The little monk is not to hinder the donor, let alone kill the donor. It's just that as many people as the donor kills, the little monk will follow behind the donor to save as many people, until the donor no longer commits evil, the little monk will leave."

Dole smiled and said, "You are here to save me."

The little monk bluntly said: "Not bad."

"Boy Mo, this little bald head is a bit weird. I can't see his cultivation level. Now he plans to rely on you. You have to be careful in the future." Xiaoyan reminded that in order to stay away from the old mountain, they must pay more Staying here for a while, the little monk will be a variable.

"Then kill him." Dole was very decisive. He originally planned to keep the little monk's life, but the little monk was too extraordinary, so he had to do so in order to avoid any changes.

"No, the little bald head has an extraordinary origin. It may be the reincarnation of an old bald donkey in the ninety-nine upper realm, or it may be an incarnation. If you kill him, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Is there a way to try out his cultivation?"

"Yes. The mood cultivation of these bald men is basically the same as their own cultivation. You can try to argue with him, and you can probably infer his cultivation based on this."

Dole pondered for a while, moved in his heart, glanced at two dark stone pits not far away, and said to the young monk: "Dharma, you need to face the remains, bones, remains, and relics of the dead. Or just a corner of your clothes, like the supreme, you can deal with Buddha statues. Now there is nothing, little monk, how can you save it?"

The little monk replied indifferently: "Sincere Fang Yin, all Buddhas appear all over."

"Yicheng Buddhism? All aspects are vain. If you see all aspects that are not aspects, you see the truth of the Buddha. The meaning is delusion, and the Buddha is the emptiness. When you see the aspect is the aspect, and your mind is attached to the aspect, what about you? See Buddha Truth."

The little monk’s eyes flashed a splendid light, and he was silent for a while, and said: "Dream bubble, dew is like electricity, you should observe it like this, all things are done, self-consciousness, self-presentation, self-existence, self-nature It’s empty, and seeing each other is true, and seeing each other is not true, so how can you not see the truth of the Buddha."

Dole asked: "If you see the truth, what is the truth?"

The little monk did not answer, but asked instead: "This is what the little monk wants to ask the donor."

Dorr said lightly: "I see that the Buddha's truth is not for sex, not for emptiness, but for me, but also for me."

"The little monk sees that the truth of the Buddha is only the Buddha, and the little monk is the Buddha, the Buddha in his heart, and the Buddha is not forever. I live and die, and I die."

The little monk sighed and said: "The benefactor is a person of great wisdom and wisdom. If you are willing to put down the butcher knife and practice good karma, you will surely achieve my Buddha's way in the future."

"My Buddha's way is the Buddha in the mirror."

"Maybe the donor will not think so one day."

Dole's eyes were determined: "That is the future, I only believe in the present."

"This little bald head's state of mind is empty in his nature, but like you, it has gone to extremes. You are idealistic, idealistic, and idealistic, and he is a Buddha, and he regards himself as a true Buddha, two perverts. "Xiao Yan said.

"Extreme state of mind?" Dole didn't understand.

"It's the state of mind that doesn't exist anymore. It's difficult to explain. I'll talk to you slowly in the future." Xiaoyan had only heard of this extreme state of mind, but it was the first time I saw it.

"How is the cultivation of the little monk?"

"It may be that the sermon is gone, but it will only be high, not low. If the little monk opens some memory inheritance, even the supreme will not be able to beat him. If not, let this little bald head stay by his side, it will be fine. Maybe some of the techniques of Buddhism you want the most, what are you going to do?"

"Look at it first."

"Hey, if the little monk hasn't started the memory inheritance yet, it's best to tie it up."

Xiao Yan said again: "By the way, Mo Xiaozi, there is something to remind you. Although I can get rid of the **** of the weapon, I am still the spirit of the weapon, and you are the one holding the weapon, so if the person killed by me is The mark will be carried on you."

"Fortunately, Xiao Yan was not involved." Dole thought silently in his heart.

The communication between Xiaoyan and Dole was only between the electric light and flint.

Dole glanced at the little monk and said: "Buddha saves the souls ~ www.ltnovel.com~ Saves the three souls and seven souls, eliminates the predestined relationship, increases the predestined relationship, now these two human beings are destroyed, how do you save the undead."

The little monk looked at Dole, and after a few breaths, he said, "Even if the body and spirit are destroyed, there is still a remnant soul that cannot disappear, which is the mark of the great road."

Dole's voice is cold: "So, the person you want to save is me."

Just now, the young monk and Dole tried to test each other's state of mind in their defenses. The second generation ancestors of the old men who were present with their ears had nothing to hear, and they sounded like a heavenly book.

As soon as Dole's words came out, the smell of gunpowder was unpredictable, and the outcome depended on how the young monk answered. And the people who were all in the room immediately became energetic, big and small, there were a little gloating in the eyes, and I felt that I couldn’t fight against the little monk. It’s best to hurt both sides, preferably two. All dead.

Under the gaze of everyone’s attention, the little monk spoke, his tone was not tepid, and very plain: “The long-term tribulation comes, the long-term tribulation is gone, the number of tribulations is set early, and it is not the little monk who can change it. The little monk’s actions are only taken by the monk. Donor, if the donor is unwilling, the little monk will not force it. The donor kills, and the little monk saves it.” (To be continued.)

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