If the God-Slaying God is now the sea, with endless vast seas and rivers, then Nie Kong is the golden hoop of the sea-stabilizing magic needle fixed in the sea.

一个言害,一个言救.

There are vast worlds and worlds, and there are thousands of words in one word. Deciding on the winner and loser, and deciding on the right and wrong is not distinguishing between right and wrong. Win is right and lose is wrong. Everyone has a scale in their hearts.

Nie Kong won the battle with the will of victory or defeat at the beginning, so he didn't care about the outcome of victory or defeat at all. If a powerful Buddha could reincarnate and argue with him here, the other party would be invincible first.

"Master Nie, the little monk, the God of Slaughter." The God of Slaughter was so busy. Since I didn't want to win, so what if I wanted to lose. Nie Kong smiled indifferently: "Is he still him who left here?"

"Isn't it his long-cherished wish for the Buddha before the lamp and candle?" The God-Slaying God responded to the move.

"Sweeping the floor and hitting the bell monk, how can you let the Buddha feel?" Nie Kong said.

“得道,得大道.”屠神说.

“他要吗?”聂空反问.

“求佛.”屠神浑身金光.

"Where is the Buddha?" Nie Kong asked ignorantly after a long time. He didn't know, but he didn't want to have an accurate definition. Is it still a Buddha?

"Buddha, in my heart." The moon passed by the branches, and the gods were killed for three hours. During the day, the young monks of Mihomo followed him for a day, confused. At night, the monks of Mihomo followed him for another night, not ignorant, but like Nie Kong, looking for an answer.

After the God-Slaying God answered, Amitabha Buddha shouted and bowed to Nie Kong again. The authorities were confused and the bystanders were clear. So what if they were powerful, they would still have obsessions, otherwise they would not have been reincarnated as billions.

"I am not a Buddha, I am a human being, so you owe me a favor." Nie Kong saw the end, and the God of Slaughter also saw the last, the old monk's last, a position that may not be the best for him but must belong to him. The first sentence of the two sides was to win and lose. Nie Kong gave a direction to prove that incompleteness needs to be proved. Although he did not win, for the reincarnation of the God of Slaughter, he must first thank him for the argument against it.

"Yes." The God of Tu thought for a while and nodded in agreement. At this time, it was not a discussion, but an ordinary person asking for rewards.

Looking at each other, Nie Kong turned around and jumped on the tree and stood on the branch, sinking into self-study. The God-Slaying God sat cross-legged on the small square, facing the old monk's house in the corner, sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures. In the minds of all the monks present, a picture of the two people experiencing the truth of their knowledge appeared. The protagonist was an old monk, and the picture performed was also an old monk.

The world of sacrificing Buddha is filled with the breath of Buddha. An old monk, who is old and weak, still does the daily process of ringing bells, sweeping the floor, chanting scriptures, practicing, and copying the papers year after year. From fifty years ago, everything has not changed. Whether it is achievement or attitude, or the monk who hits the bell and sweeping the floor, or the serious and solemn attitude of copying, he has not changed. He has become a Buddha, or has become a Buddha under the arrangement of killing the gods.

The old monk who became a Buddha was doing the same thing. Nie Kong said it wrong and the Gods were right.

The old monk in Mieyuji is an old monk, an old monk who became a Buddha. Is it an old monk? In the end, the god of the Slaughter chose to admit his wrong behavior and re-arranged the old monk who became a Buddha with the same job as before, even if he is already a Buddha, he is a Buddha with a long life.

The conclusion of the Tao is about how long the old monk can last, ten thousand years before the Buddha, or even longer? Nie Kong said that he is him. Whether it is an old monk or a Buddha, he can only do what he should do, and only has so many things to do. It is better to make him a monk than to make him a Buddha. The gods slaughtered the gods and watched, watching the endless years, whether the old monk would change, whether he would get tired of the unchanging state of existence, and whether he would give up what he insisted on and made the Buddhas move.

Nie Kong won now and will not lose in the future; as for the God of Slaughter, losing is not losing, winning is not winning.

It is not difficult to understand. Is it still him who left here and no longer repeated work? The God of Slaughter made him become a Buddha, but it did not fulfill it but ruined him. The God of Slaughter told Nie Kong that it was impossible to persevere for ten thousand years. Nie Kong said that if you don’t try it, you will know that the old monk is still an old monk, but from Mieyu Temple to the Buddha Sacrifice, he still did the same job.

Since you have made him a Buddha, why don’t you believe him?

This is the root of Nie Kong's victory. The God-Slaying God must believe that the old monk can persist forever. Otherwise, will the gods and Buddhas still be gods and Buddhas? The only obsession with giving up the Buddha is to see too many changes, so he doesn't believe it. Now, he understands all this. Is it necessary to continue traveling to the world?

"Tomorrow, I should leave." The sun rose, and the scorching color shone on the earth, clearing the coldness of the night, and the sharpness in the eyes of the gods slaughtered the gods slaughtered the gods and became the reincarnated Buddha, Nie Kong let the gods slaughtered the gods and became the gods and became the gods and killed them.

"My request will not be raised until you truly travel to the sky." Nie Kong welcomed the cold dew all night, and in a short time he practiced himself easily and easily passed the condensation hurdle and officially entered the peak realm of the Innate Martial King. When he reached this realm, cultivation is a necessity, and enlightenment is the key to opening the door. The improvement of his mood has exceeded the accumulation of absolute strength.

"At that time, it would be useless to say that it was impossible to express it." The God of Slaughter stood up and bid farewell to the old monks, then gently walked to the old monk's house, opened the door, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, uncle, passed away."

The old monk died naturally. When he suddenly didn't know whether what he insisted on was right or wrong, he was confused. Being recognized by others was not necessarily right, and being ignored all the time was not necessarily wrong. The key was that a peaceful life was gone, and the unchanged life in Jiazi years suddenly turned upside down. He didn't know how to adapt, and his mind was full of things. He thought too much and grew older. He lay down and did not wake up.

The monks present chanted the Buddha's name together and said goodbye to the old monk who was supposed to congratulate or sigh for him. He was still alive and had eternal life. As a result, he was still alive. He rang the bell and swept the floor every day to chant sutras and write scriptures. This was what the Buddha asked for, but it was told from Nie Kong's mouth, which was contrary to what Nie Kong asked for, but he could see it clearly.

There will be a new monk who will hit the bell in the end. Whether it is the God-Slaying God or Nie Kong, they do not think they are qualified to hit the bell, so they have to look at each other and say goodbye.

The old monk is a portrayal of the two. They both saw the old monk’s lack or obsession in the old monk, and learned from this ordinary person that might affect their lives.

"Bai Ti, you must not forget it." Nie Kong hugged Shen Shuichi, bowed to the old monk three times, then walked away from Mieyuji, and looked at nearly a hundred elites in front of the door. With a wave of his hand, light columns from the blood cells enveloped them all. In an instant, it was purified, leaving only a few leaders of various sects.

"Please give me a helping hand." Lu Junfeng, who came from the Martial Arts Academy, bowed and begged Nie Kong, the controller, to save the life of an elite in the sect at a critical moment.

"Is the Blood Cave Secret Realm that will no longer die or the Blood Cave Secret Realm? I think you are here, but it's not that you are missing a venue that can be trained by the disciples. The Blood Cave Secret Realm is nothing more than giving you a determination you are unwilling to make." Nie Kong walked slowly down the mountain: "During this period, as long as you don't disturb me, you can enter at any time, as long as you can afford to lose."

On the other side of the ancient road in the forest, the God-Slaying God slowly walked down, one step, two steps, and seven steps later, the figure gradually became empty, and looked back: "The Empty Seal, the Heaven-Prisoning Cage, the killing is about to begin! Nie Kong, keep the secret of the Empty Seal on your body, this favor is considered to be rewarded."
Chapter completed!