Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

The feeling of comfort and joy became stronger and stronger.

in this world.

There is nothing that can make evil cultivators feel more happy than the rapid growth of Taoism.

It was an evil cultivation by any means in order to improve one's own cultivation.

There is a completely crazy desire to improve his strength.

only...

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?"

"Could it be that he turned me into a subordinate just to show kindness?"

Xie Xiu was a little confused for a while, so he could only guess like this.

As an evil cultivator, he had heard of the teachings of Buddhism at any rate.

Save some evil cultivators and use them as places where some Buddhist disciples can't do it themselves.

This is hardly too commonplace.

"Duhua, let's do it. It's not bad to be able to improve your strength so much, and follow such a Buddhist power."

In Xixiu's heart, he thought happily.

He also knelt down on the ground actively and piously.

Such a scene made a strange smile appear on the corner of Tang Sanzan's mouth.

He who used the unique power of the future Buddha.

Naturally, he knew why the evil cultivator in front of him felt happy.

The power of "future" makes the time of this evil cultivator in front of him surpass the understanding of ordinary people.

It is passing by rapidly!

Even if he didn't take the initiative to cultivate at all.

But the accumulation of time is enough for his strength to be greatly improved.

It is a pity that he is obsessed with the appearance of strength improvement.

Xie Xiu didn't notice at all that his body changed from a middle-aged man in his prime.

His hair is becoming gray, and his figure is gradually becoming rickety!

It is true that Taoism will improve with time.

But this evil cultivator in front of him is not an all-around warrior like Tang Sanzan.

His body is gradually decaying with the passage of time!

Coincidentally, it also confirms the process of old age and death!

Moreover.

Even if the evil cultivator in front of him is really talented, he will be able to do it with the passage of time, and he will be powerful in all aspects.

Will not fall due to the erosion of time.

Tang Sanbu can also use the ability of future Buddha Dharma.

Let him still die in time.

From the moment of using the power of future Buddha Dharma.

This weak evil cultivator in front of him.

His future has already become a fixed frame.

The future is infinite and unpredictable.

Everything you do now can affect everything in the future.

But for evil cultivators.

Falling into Tang Sanzan's hands, he has no future to speak of.

In other words...his future is at the mercy of Tang San Zan, and can be modified unscrupulously.

Of course... this has to be based on the premise that Tang Sanzan has that kind of strength.

The power of the future Buddha is not simple, and the load to be used is also extremely terrifying.

Especially the method of wantonly changing other people's future like this.

Dealing with this scumbag evil cultivator is naturally effortless.

But if you want to influence an existence like Zhang Hedao, it is still a bit difficult...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees.

An evil cultivator who thought he would be saved by Tang Sanzhu.

Suddenly there was a sound of astonishment.

He suddenly discovered that his Taoism had grown to a certain critical point.

It is no longer possible to continue to improve!

What frightened him even more.

At this moment, he is like a dynasty that has flourished and declined, and has fallen into a decaying situation in an instant!

And it's still the kind of situation where no matter how hard you try, you can't save it!

"No!"

"Do not!!!"

"Master! Master, save me, I can do everything for you, I'm still useful!"

"I, I have put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, master, you can't kill me!"

Xie Xiu's originally relaxed heart suddenly became extremely frightened.

His strong desire to survive made him frantically kowtow and beg for mercy.

After feeling the wonderful feeling that the strength has been raised to the extreme.

The evil cultivator naturally didn't want to just die like this.

Especially... the kind that is like being plugged into a pipe, and the Taoism is like water.

The feeling of leaking out bit by bit.

It's like falling into an endless abyss, full of indescribable despair!

"Amitabha." Tang Sanzan's expression was calm, and it was rare for him to recite the Buddha's name in a serious way.

"Benefactor, this is the way you choose to die."

"Buddha, I have successfully fulfilled your long-cherished wish, isn't it good?"

this moment.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he is a handsome young monk who is as rich as jade.

In the eyes of evil cultivators, he is even more demonic than demons!

......

PS: Recently, some days and nights have been turned upside down, sleeping during the day and typing at night. It’s really uncomfortable. I want to adjust it, otherwise the update will always be released late. I’m sorry here.

Chapter 230 Weird Fate and Luck

Prosperity and decline.

It is the miserable state of evil cultivators right now.

The most uncomfortable thing is.

In such a state, he is simply unable to do what he wants, and he cannot reverse it at all!

He could only watch helplessly as his own strength continued to flow away.

The vitality gradually weakened until it completely dissipated.

The evil cultivator is dead.

He was so dead that there was not even scum left.

Under the terrifying mighty power of "Future", a little evil cultivator can't make any waves at all.

The Buddha's light dissipated.

In the forest, silence was restored again.

Dahong's still proud golden rooster stands alone on Tang Sanzan's left shoulder, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

For the little white weasel.

Big Red obviously has no interest.

Except for his own master.

The only thing Dahong can be interested in is delicious monsters and monsters.

And... a round little hen.

The goblins and the like are completely out of Dahong's care.

Even the little white snake who was kept with Old Man Fang and the others was the same.

"Thank you benefactor! Thank you benefactor!"

"If it weren't for you, Master, I would have fallen into the hands of evil cultivators, and I would be better off dead than alive!"

"Whoa, whoa..."

On Tang Sanbu's palm, there is a small and cute weasel.

Make the appearance of a human being and kowtow in gratitude.

He even got excited and "beeped".

Hmm... It's only a qualified babbler!

"Ah."

Faced with the little guy's gratitude, Tang Sanzan just nodded calmly.

With dark and deep eyes, he looked at the little thing in front of him.

Under the eyes of wisdom.

Tang Sanzan saw this little thing in front of him.

It's a little bit higher than Little White Snake's cultivation.

It's time to ask for a seal.

It's just that the first person I met was an evil cultivator, and he was almost caught and used as an evil weapon material for refining.

I have to say, this little guy's luck...

A little eccentric.

As the wisdom eye becomes more and more profound, it is about to transform.

Tang Sanzang is now also able to understand the illusory thing of luck.

It's just that he is not very interested in this thing on weekdays.

After all, luck is just luck, and it can determine some things, but not much.

Unless you are the son of luck, the protagonist of the novel, who is loved by the world.

Then it is really hard to kill in the sky, and hard to bury in the earth.

Turning bad luck into good fortune is a basic operation.