What the visitor said was a major event of life and death, but the suffering monk seemed to be untouched and said lightly: "Life is me, and death is also me, so what are you afraid of?"

The person who came to drink another sip of wine, shook his head and said, "You don't care, but I don't want to see it. There are not many people in the same era, and I don't want to miss one more."

"In the past life, you used your own price to exchange for the rebirth of the children of the Buddha's kingdom with the great way of heaven and earth. This is an infinite merit. Pangu helped you to be reborn, which is to cut off the cause and effect. Why do you have to go to this muddy water again?"

Then he remembered something and sighed: "Hey, I was the one who harmed you in the end!"

The monk of the Tribulation shook his head: "How can one be transcendent in the world? Entering the world and leaving the world, in a moment, even if there is no such thing as the Heavenly Lord, I cannot be spared, but it is just in advance. This is my choice, no wonder others will be blamed for."

The visitor frowned: "There are tens of millions of Taos, why should you stick to this? Although your way seems great, some places will inevitably fall into the lower level. Just like in front of you, where the Buddha's light is, even creatures like monsters cannot help but get close to you, let alone ordinary monks."

"I can't say that your path has entered the evil path, but it's the fact that there are other people's hearts. Without me, you can naturally know. In the past life, you have realized that your path was wrong, so why continue in this life?"

The monk nodded: "Once upon a time, I did think so. But after experiencing life and death, I have a new understanding. Pangu used his strength to prove the Tao, and the ultimate power can promote the power of all paths. The saying that different paths and the same destination have been proved."

"There is no wrong way in the world, only wrong practitioners. My way is true, and the wrong way is the way I practiced back then."

"Did you have found the right way to practice now?" asked the visitor.

The monk shook his head: "This matter is not such an easy thing, but it is something that cannot be ignored. If you feel it is difficult to do, give up easily and everything will not be accomplished. Great wisdom is like foolishness, and small things can show great wisdom and great perseverance."

"My Tao is wrong. But for some inevitable reasons, it has continued to this era, and it will even continue to pass on it unavoidably. I cannot erase them with thunder means. Only by re-entering the Buddhist Tao and repairing my Tao intact can I avoid disasters to the people."

"Hey!" The visitor sighed: "You are still so compassionate and fearless."

The monk nodded: "If you don't have the courage to die before you can live, how can you witness the difficulty of the Tao?"

"Don't tell me to die and die. I hate listening to this the most!" The person who came seemed to be touched by pain, and his face was filled with a little melancholy: "My two apprentices went to die, and I don't know when the rebirth will be born, nonsense, a huge egg."

"Good, good!" The bitter monk lowered his eyebrows: "This is a matter of great wisdom and great perseverance, and it is also a heart of great sacrifice."

"Sacrifice a bird, damn it, even the truth cannot be told about you!" The visitor bared his teeth and shook his head: "Well, I'm just telling you that it's your own business."

He stood up and sighed: "Master, even ants are alive, it's better to live!"

After saying that, he slowly left.

Looking at his disappearing back, the monk sighed and closed his hands together: "Namo Amitabha!"

Qinghuo Island. Aside from a pool.

Shura sat in the pool with blood and gas on his body dyed the entire pool red. Populations of milky white mist liquid emerged from the pool one by one, and were rolled up by blood patterns, and all rushed into Shura's body.

King Shangyang and Zhaoming stared at Shura from one side, frowned slightly. After a while, Shura absorbed all the white mist in the pool and his breath was stable, he was relieved.

Opening his eyes, Shura cursed: "That bald technique is so weird, it can actually affect me, but fortunately there is no big problem."

One is the orthodox Buddhist path that can be used to destroy all evil, and the other is the power of evil that is extremely evil. It is an incredible thing to understand the evil Buddha of blood from the great sun and pure mantra of the Suffering Monk. Even the Suffering Monk himself was extremely surprised at that time.

Although Shura had realized the supernatural powers, the evil Buddha of Blood was not so easy to use. He himself was also slightly affected by the power of the soul of the chaotic man. After returning to Qinghuo Island, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

There is no good treatment for soul wounds. Fortunately, there is a terrestrial mulberry spring on Qinghuo Island, which has the effect of calming the spirit and replenishing qi, and is hidden in the deep pool here. King Shangyang used his magical power to suck out the terrestrial mulberry spring, and then Shura returned to normal.

"That man has great magical powers and I don't know where he came from. He acted strangely. I thought we were going to encounter a murderous move, but he hurt himself and let us go. No matter what, try to stay away when he sees him in the future."

King Shang Yang's brows were not relaxed, and he was still shocked by the matter on the offshore island. He had been rampant for so many years, but he could not even stop the other party's move, so it was really hard to calm down.

Zhaoming was also depressed and couldn't relieve himself, and was still puzzled by the illusion he saw.

"You can rest well, don't fall into the root of the disease. I'll do some things first." King Shangyang reminded Shura again.

Shura nodded: "Thank you, I will pay attention."

King Shangyang nodded and left.

Looking at the back of King Shang Yang, Zhaoming spoke, "King Shang Yang really values ​​you very much."

The pool where the earthly muddy spirit spring hidden is extremely beneficial to cultivation even if it does not directly absorb the earthly muddy spirit spring below. King Shangyang directly asked Shura to practice here, which shows his love for him.

Shura nodded: "That's natural. The king is not as good as the King of Niu Er, and his mind and demeanor are not on the same level."

"Yes!" Zhaoming smiled, but thought in his heart. In fact, at the beginning, King Niu Er was also good to him, and insisted on promoting himself to be the head of the Dan Hall despite all kinds of obstacles. Unfortunately, later... I felt a little uncomfortable when I think about it.

Shura saw that Zhaoming was unhappy and hurriedly said, "Brother, leaving is a good thing. The world is so great, where can we not accommodate us? When we come to Qinghuo Island, our brothers join forces, and we will naturally be able to create a world."

Zhaoming smiled and ignored it, but just asked back: "If you haven't seen these moments, why do you seem to have changed a lot?"

“Has it changed?”

Shura also smiled and shook his head: "Actually, it's not, it's just that it hasn't been shown before. Don't forget, I am a blood demon, a demon clan that lives on blood, how can it be as harmless as a sheep and white rabbit? Brother, are you trying to persuade like that bald man?"

That's the case, but Zhaoming always felt something was wrong and shook his head and said, "The words of the bitter monk are a bit too much. I will not be like him. But killing people is just a slight slight point, and there is no need to be abused like that."

He was not against killing people, and even felt that in this world, only by killing and killing people who should be killed can the demon clan be revitalized. But killing people like Shura is no longer a killing person, but more like doing evil.

"What Zhaoming said is right, it should be like this!"
Chapter completed!