With a howl of pain, two blood and tears fell down her cheeks, falling down on the ground, slowly seeping into it.

"Shura, Shura!" Zhaoming was anxious and hurriedly grabbed Shura's shoulders and shouted loudly.

Shura looked up at him, trembling all over. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. He brushed away Zhaoming's hands, struggled and barely stood up, and walked step by step towards the Rakshasa girl.

At this moment, he was no longer as ferocious as the Shura King's former ferocity. His skin was tight and wrinkled, and his hair was gray. The elderly man seemed to be about to extinguish the lamp.

Zhaoming felt distressed and wanted to step forward to lead him forward, but was pulled by the monk who was suffering and shook his head: "The person who tied the bell must be untied. The cause and effect of the donor of Shura is not in danger of his life for the time being. Let him do some things by himself!"

The monk speaks with Zen. In nature, Zhaoming does not like such people. He always feels sarcastic, except for the monk.

He didn't deal with this common monk, but every time he met him, Zhaoming was impressed. Although he still didn't understand the so-called compassion in Western religions, the common monk in front of him seemed to like to do things that harmed oneself and others.

For example, the mantra of the world that time, and today, I would not hesitate to bear one punch to resolve the karma for Shura.

Thinking of this, Zhaoming bowed and said, "I'm sorry before, senior, I thought... it was too terrible."

"Good, good!"

The monk said calmly: "The flesh and flesh are all external factors, and they are not worth mentioning. I want to thank the donor for lighting the lamp of Lingshan for my disciples."

"It's not worth mentioning!" Zhaoming hurriedly bowed and looked at Shura quickly.

He walked slowly, but he finally walked to the Rakshasa girl.

Looking at this father-killing enemy who had become weird and ugly, the Rakshasa girl suddenly felt great fear, which was indescribable. Even if the Shura in front of her had no murderous aura, she was far less than Zhaoming who had just had murderous intentions, but it made her feel terrible.

Shura stretched out his hand, shook his fingers, and pressed it on the Rakshasa woman.

"ah!"

The Rakshasa girl was filled with coldness and her liver and gallbladder were broken, and she screamed in fear.

"Life. Live! Leave here, leave the prehistoric continent, and live well!"

The voice was shriveled and hoarse, as if it was about to fall, but with a terrible force of perseverance, the Rakshasa girl's heart was shocked. She dared not resist and could only nod her head constantly.

"Let's go, go far away!"

The Rakshasa girl let go and Shura roared again, as if she had tried all her strength to fall.

The Rakshasa girl dared not disobey and flew toward the East China Sea with all her strength.

Live, live... Shura's words were filled with an indescribable force, which made her feel as if she had been hypnotized, and her mind was trapped in a whirlpool, and these three words kept echoing in her mind.

Live. But you must never return to the sea of ​​blood, and there is no need to explain more at this moment. She also knows that the battle between her father and Shura must be driven by the ancestor of the Styx.

You must stay away from the sea of ​​blood in order to survive well.

Looking at the figure of the Rakshasa girl leaving like a fleeing, Zhaoming suddenly remembered the scene when Lihua stopped Shura from killing the Rakshasa girl, and also said that once Shura killed the Rakshasa girl, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

I think she, who is good at soul magic, saw that the two of them had a relationship that others didn't know, but she didn't say it clearly. And how could she think of this happening at that time?

It’s also a blessing that he stopped Shura in the past. Otherwise, his last spiritual support would have been lost.

After the Rakshasa girl flew away, Shura turned around and walked step by step towards the Desperate Monk until he was in front of him, and then knelt on the ground with both knees.

"Master. I have worked hard, I don't know how to get rid of it. I hope the master will give me some advice."

His face was full of sadness, and blood and tears flowed.

"Shura!"

Zhaoming was frightened and shouted loudly, but saw Shura seemingly unheard, and just raised his head and looked at the bitter monk in a daze.

"There is no true Buddha in the world, and the mind is beyond your own support, only you can save me!" The monk of suffering shook his head: "I have not yet been liberated, so how can I liberation you? The so-called confusion is nothing more than being confused about the mind. Only you know where you are confused."

"Disciple doesn't know, I don't know!"

Shura burst into tears, his heart was so chaotic that he thought clearly.

The monk was silent for a while before speaking again: "The Emperor Wuliang Tianzun once told me that there should be a magical power in the world as the method of reincarnation. If the time comes, the deceased can be resurrected..."

When Zhaoming heard this, he was shocked. He had never heard of such supernatural powers in the world, but since it came from the mouth of the Immortal Heavenly Lord, there would be no falsehood.

If there is such supernatural power in the world, wouldn’t I have the chance to reborn Acao?

Shura took out a string of Buddhist beads with a look of surprise, with nine skulls. It was Rakshasa King and the eight great Rakshasa Marshals who respectfully handed them to the suffering monk: "Master, can you save them?"

The bitter monk sighed, stretched out his hand to take the Buddhist beads, muttering words, silently using his magical powers, a layer of golden light wrapped around the Buddhist beads, and then he heard a crying sound, which shocked the earth and the ghosts roared the gods, which was extremely terrifying.

When he saw nine figures rushing out of the Buddhist beads, twisting in the void, infinite resentment hitting the four directions, causing the heaven and earth to change their colors, the sun and the moon to lose light, which was extremely terrifying. Even Zhaoming's heart became tight and he couldn't help but tense his whole body.

The nine figures were the Rakshasa King and Rakshasa Marshal who died in the hands of Shura. Not only did they die, they were also refined into magic weapons. Their souls were uneasy and naturally they were full of resentment.

Seeing the nine figures, Shura's body trembled even harder, and blood and tears were surging like a spring, unable to stop it. Finally, he crawled on the ground with his head in his arms and howled wildly.

"No, no, no!"

The sounds of tears were weeping, as if they could not bear the howling of the nine figures.

"master!"

Zhaoming wanted to stop him, but saw the bitter monk shook his head at him, holding the Buddhist beads in one hand, and performing Buddhist rituals in the other hand, muttering words.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same."

"Shariputra is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing."

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feeling, thinking, action, consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, no color, sound, fragrance, taste trigger..."

One sentence after another, slowly, the sound is not loud, but it is like a morning bell and evening drum, shaking the air flows around like a strong wind dancing.

This scripture carries extremely magical power, which makes people slowly calm down, not only Zhaoming, but also Shura, and the nine figures roaring in the sky.

"Therefore, the mantra of Prajna Paramita is said: Jiedi Jiedi, Pila Jiedi, Pila Jiedi, Pila monk Jiedi, and Bodhi Sapoke."

"Namo Amitabha, good. Good!"

As the Buddha's words were recited, although the nine figures were still full of resentment, they subsided strangely.

Putting the Buddhist beads on the top of Shura's head, allowing him to grasp them with both hands, the bitter monk said again: "I have no way to save others, and I can't save them. The only one who can save them is you."

Shura grabbed the Buddhist beads, crawled on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "I wish to worship the master. I hope the master will teach you how to save people!"

"Shura!" Zhaoming shouted hurriedly: "Why do you have to do this?"

No matter what injury Shura suffered, he would take him back to the heavenly court and take him slowly to recuperate, then ask Sun Jiuyang, or go to find the Wuliang Heavenly Lord. You should find a way.

If you worship a disciple of the Suffering Monk, you will become a member of the Western Sect in the future, and you will always feel inappropriate.

"Brother!" Shura raised his head, looked at him, and howled in pain: "I feel so sad!"

The word "女" expresses everything, which makes Zhaoming feel ache in his heart, and his eyes are filled with tears.

No matter when, even though he had been wandering around the world in the Demon Garden or Wudao, Shura never said the word "hard" but at this moment he could not extricate himself.

Even though Zhao Ming had too many reasons to say it and persuade Shura, Shura only used these few words to make him swallow all the words.

The most painful thing is to be heartbroken, and the loss of hope. If you force him to lead him to heaven, you may end up in depression and make a mistake. Now that you can find some comfort and hope in the miserable monk, it may be a good way out.

"master……"

Looking at the bitter monk, Zhaoming wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The monk sighed and shook his head: "I don't know how to accept people as disciples. Let's use my heart to save people, and there is no need for anything else. I don't know how to do it, but this Heart Sutra is a holy scripture created by countless sages in the past, and it has endless magical uses. I don't know how to pass on you today, so you can try to use it to save people and yourself!"

As he said that, he stretched out his fingers and pointed at Shura Zi Mansion, muttering something, and naturally spread the Heart Sutra to Shura's mind in the form of spiritual power.

"Thank you, Master!"

Shura crawled on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Holding the Buddhist beads in the palm of your hand, closing your eyes, and chanting slowly in your mouth.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same."

“…”

It is the Heart Sutra that the suffering monk recited before, and the Sanskrit sounds are bursting.

After all, practice is different. When the Shura recites it, it is far less at ease than the reassurance of the bitter monk when he recites it, but his pious look makes people unable to help but listen.

"Good, good! Donor should take care of himself!"

The Tribulation Monk bowed slightly to Zhaoming and Shura, and then flew away.

After Zhaoming returned the ceremony, he looked at Shura who closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures, and his heart was difficult to calm down. He wanted to persuade Shura to go back to the heaven with him, where he could practice and save others, but he also knew that Shura would definitely not agree at this moment.

After staring for a long time, two lines of tears rolled down. I sighed, raised my hand to display my magical powers, and moved the stones to pile up into pieces. Soon, a stone house was built around the Shurang sitting cross-legged, and a circle of walls were around.

He picked up the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife, inserted it into a big stone, and placed it in the yard. He didn't know if the killing knife would be born one day. Shura was not dead, but he knew that his younger brother would not come back.

After doing all this, there was nothing to do, but the anger in my heart could not be extinguished. My fists were clenched, and I roared to the sky: "Styx!"

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