Repugnant Gateway

The ghost messenger Bai Du looked at the monk in front of him like a joke: "Since the Buddha became king of the Ming Dynasty, how many monks have committed suicide every year? Do you know? I have been saying that the Buddhism is not doing good deeds but harming people."

He leaned against the city wall and looked a bit lazy: "The Buddha said that if I didn't go to hell, who would go to hell, there would be countless followers going to succeed. But this **** needs people to save? People are people, ghosts are ghosts. Reincarnation. "

Xuan Ting shook his head: "There is no boundary for injustice."

The ghost messenger said: "Okay, then you can kill me. I'll see how big you are. You don't want to get rid of evil? Don't you think I'm a wicked person? Then I will tell you something . "

He looked at Xuan Ting with contempt: "Although I can't leave hell, my spiritual power can penetrate the boundaries of **** and enter the human realm to create religion with phantoms. It's not just me, all the powerful people in hell. Most of the ghost worship sects in your human world are created by us because we need live animal sacrifices. Tell you one more thing, do you know what is the best sacrifice in the world? "

"Cow? Sheep? Pig? Dog?"

The ghost made Bai Du laugh: "No, it's a human. Do you know why I'm still so powerful for so many years? It's because some of your human world is a fool who believes in me and sacrifices me with live animals. Those who live are used to sacrifice , The gas of life is injected into my body as the power of faith, and I will be stronger and stronger. "

He walked back and forth without even looking at Xuan Ting in his eyes: "If in the world, of course I am not your opponent, because I have no ability in the world. But in this hell, you are only one in my eyes. Slightly stronger human beings only. Your human world has moved forward for thousands of thousands of years, from the ancient spring and autumn to the present generation of Daxi. Even in the future, people who worship ghosts will not be cut off. "

"Do you know where the biggest gains come from? It is the so-called high-ranking people in your human world. The kings, bureaucrats, meritorious people, and the rich. The higher-ranking people, they kill People will be happier when they come. I think about it ... I should have been in the period of Yin Shang before the spring and autumn of your human world, penetrating the **** world with your mind, and affecting your living people for the first time. "

"I told those dignitaries and nobles that after their deaths, their relatives must be buried with a large number of living people as sacrifices. In this way, when they go underground, they still have a large number of slaves to serve them, dress them, they still Can live the life of a man. So like a king, there are thousands or even tens of thousands of people buried after death. Those with lower status are buried with hundreds or tens of people. These accompanying people have become The source of my strength, from that time to the present, my strength is still inexhaustible. "

He raised his finger to Xuan Ting's nose: "So, why do you fight me?"

Xuan Ting's eyes flashed with a killing opportunity: "I just want to ask, why didn't the big Tibetan Ming king transformed by the Buddha kill you."

"Don't kill me because he is stupid."

The ghost messenger Bai Du said with a smile: "You also know, who are the so-called good and kind people, who hate you most? For example, a bandit took hundreds of people to stop the road and robbed and killed. It is not counted, and who will remember what the **** are called The name? Remember, it's just the bandit leader. The ruler of the Eighteen Temples and the House of Lords is the bandit leader of the House of Lords, and I, it's so unlucky, I'm a tall and low person. So, no one cares about people like me But in fact, is the bandit leader really the one who killed the most? "

He smiled so proudly: "I have only half of the sin on the head of the prefect."

"but."

He stood still, looking at Xuan Ting's eyes, saying one by one: "I'm still alive and well, but Fujun is dead."

"The world and people are rampant, it is their sin karma. You are a **** in hell, it is your sin karma."

Monk Xuan Ting folded his hands together, and a black flame appeared behind him. The flames floated behind his head like a round of black sun, making him look more solemn and majestic.

"The bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows to save all sentient beings."

His eyes were fierce: "Vajra's eyes were angry to eliminate demons!"

He reached forward and pointed one hundred and eight black beads into magic, as one hundred and eight thunders slammed toward the ghost ghost Baidu. The ghost made Bai Du's body flutter backwards, and he pressed forward with one palm. A black light appeared in his palm, followed by a light shield flashing black runes. The two six-pointed star patterns on the light shield are superimposed together, and they continue to rotate. The graphics look strange and mysterious.

One hundred and eight buddha beads were bombarded like a hundred heavy artillery, but they were completely blocked by the light shield.

The ghost made Bai Du's face scornful: "Dare you call Dazang even your humble cultivation behavior?"

One of his fierce hands, the two six-pointed star patterns on the light shield suddenly stopped. One after another, the black beam was excited from the light shield and went straight to Xuan Ting. There is a strong breath of death in those beams. If it is in the human world, this breath of death may not be able to grow.

Monk Xuan Ting folded his hands together, and the black blazing sun turned behind him, and the black fire rushed towards the beam. The scene seemed indescribable. The dense black fire and the dense black beam were constantly striking together. Only a short moment, the city wall of Baicheng was collapsed for a long time. Those ghost envoys who had no time to escape and the men of Bai Du, the ghost envoy in the city, were not the few who were bombed to death.

Two guys with the same humanoid fighters seemed to be bombarding with dense laser cannons.

"Monk, are you crazy about wanting to become a Buddha?"

The ghost messenger Bai Du reached out and grabbed a large white sickle in the void. Holding a sickle in his hand, he swept, white light slashing towards Xuan Ting like a horse. Xuan Ting monk's left hand stretched out like a flower, and suddenly a huge buddha appeared in the sky, pinching the thumb and middle finger, just right to pinch the white sickle.

"How can he become a Buddha if **** is not empty?"

Xuan Ting's wrist was turned, and the practicing white light was thrown out. The white light flew into the city with a turn, and with a bang, all the buildings within at least a hundred meters were shredded. Large houses collapsed, and those who had no time to escape were all beheaded.

"You kill someone, not worse than me."

The ghost made White Governor rush forward, and the white sickle hit with one blow.

"I killed not a person, but a demon outsider."

Monk Xuan Ting extended his right hand forward, the black light flashed, and a black ring knife appeared in his hand. The two hit the ground from midair, and then hit the mountain north of Baicheng from the ground. Wherever he went, he was devastated.

"It underestimates you."

The ghost messenger Bai Du sneered: "It just made me warm up, and now let you experience what is called the power of faith."

Suddenly he raised his right hand and grabbed it in his heart, and his five fingers clenched deeply into his body. The ghost caused Bai Du's expression to distort for a while, and became more and more cruel.

"In the beginning, I was afraid of King Zangming, so I am self-proclaimed. Now that King Zangming is dead, I will unlock the seal, and since then, in **** ... those who follow me will prosper and die."

"Seal, open!"

As he screamed, five black lights spewed out of the five finger blood holes in his heart, and the light formed a human-shaped ghost in front of him, and then turned back and plunged into the ghost of Baidu. Inside the body. When the ghost and ghost made Bai Du become one, he changed.

"The one I hate most is the monk."

The ghost messenger Bai Du reached out and grabbed a hand. A large hand covered with white hair in the void grabbed the buddha hand made by Xuan Ting. With a click, the bergamot was twisted, and the sound of brittle bones seemed to be transmitted for hundreds of miles. Monk Xuan Ting snorted, looked down, a **** mouth appeared on his wrist.

"Dazang Mingwang came to **** to really restore order?"

The ghost messenger Bai Du grabbed again and held all 108 beads in his hand in the air. After grasping the force, the 108 beads were all crushed into the palm of his hand. His hands spread slowly, and the powder of the beads fell.

"You are just deceived."

The ghost messenger Bai Du looked at Xuan Ting with pity: "Why did the Buddha have to be the king of Tibet? Not because **** was too chaotic, there wasn't **** all the time. He already had a killing thought in his heart. He must cut off the killing thought to continue to pretend to be a Buddha. So he attached all the killing thoughts to the avatars and sent them to hell. "

"In this way, he killed more people in hell, and the killing thought disappeared. And the poor doppelganger fell into the magic path."

The ghost angel Bai Du looked at Xuan Ting: "Do you still think that Buddha is great?"

"Those who do good are great."

Xuan Ting pushed forward with both hands.

【Vajra Hand】

The ghost messenger Bai Du pointed forward with his index finger and middle finger: "In hell, my power is infinite, and what about you?"

Along with that, Xuan Ting's two radiant buddha hands condensed again were broken by a black air. With a pop, a blood hole appeared on both hands. Followed by the black gas from the blood hole into the body of Xuan Ting monk, Xuan Ting wowed out a burst of black blood.

He sat cross-legged in the air, lowered his eyes, lowered his eyebrows, and folded his hands together. His body began to radiate golden light, more and more bright. Immediately afterwards, a huge black lotus appeared in the sky and fell heavily.

The ghost made Bai Du sneered: "You are too weak, the weak will honestly surrender."

He grabbed the white sickle with both hands and chopped it up, with a loud bang, the black lotus platform was split directly.

Monk Xuan Ting vomited blood again, blood stained all the clothes in front of him. His face began to pale, his body's cultivation ability was corroded by black gas, and the person became weaker.

"Rules have always been made by the strong to break the strong."

The ghost messenger Bai Du looked at Xuan Ting with cold eyes: "Just as Da Zang Ming Wang was there, I couldn't stand it, and acted according to his rules. This is the way of heaven. And you? If you don't control it, it's against the heaven. Seeing my true strength, you wo n’t be wronged anymore. After you die, your power will belong to me, and your power will help me kill more people in my body. What do you think? "

As soon as these words were finished, Xuan Ting puffed out another blood, and he fell from the air in a soft body.

The ghost messenger Bai Du scratched down with his left hand: "You are a poor worm, brainwashed by the Buddha, thinking that what good in this world finally defeats evil. However, the distinction between good and evil is not strong enough to tell ordinary people. If my world is The strongest, turning good and evil upside down, ordinary people will be convinced. "

Monk Xuan Ting was grabbed. He barely sat cross-legged and folded his hands together: "You are wrong. The distinction between good and evil has never been defined by the strong, but the hearts of the people."

The ghost messenger Bai Du grasped with five fingers: "Then I will look at your heart!"