Chapter 154 Three thousand six hundred cuts in one breath
Everyone was frightened when they saw this scene.
The identity of this young monk is not simple.
His uncle, who attacked Su Lan, the general manager of Jubaozhai, and trapped him inside, could he be a simple person?
It must have a strong background.
Under such circumstances, Jun Wuxie actually beat the young monk in public and prepared a set of rhetoric, saying that he was beating him to save his life!
What logic is this?
People can't help but think of the words the young monk said before. Why do they feel that the logic between the two is somewhat similar?
It seems that they all belong to robber logic.
That is, why do you think it doesn’t matter, I just want it to be!
"Little monk, hold on to it, I'll help you clear your blood."
Jun Wuxie's eyes were gone without the coldness before and became very kind.
As the words fell, in the young monk's shocked and angry voice, the palms and fingers of golden blood flowing were bombarded heavily on him.
Suddenly, the young monk felt that his bones were about to fall apart. The place where he was hit was deeply sunk, leaving a clear palm print.
His internal organs were severely impacted, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat.
Jun Wuxie raised his palm again and was about to continue to bombard him.
"Amitabha! The donor is cruel and ruthless, and has fallen into the path of devil!" A middle-aged monk walked out of Jubaozhai, his feet did not fall to the ground, and the Buddha's light was sprinkled all the way, and the faint sound of scriptures came from his body.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly.
How many people have come to the Great Buddhist Zen Buddhism?
There is one inside that is forcibly transforming Yue Yao and Su Lan.
In addition to the young monk who was beaten by him, another middle-aged monk appeared now.
This middle-aged monk has a breath like abyss and a sea. The Buddha's light is so pure, like the sun shining, and the golden light passes all the way.
"Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground may relieve the sins of the little donor." The middle-aged monk walked towards Jun Wuxie, his footsteps fell, causing his heart to move in rhythm, and every rhythm was like a palm of his hand.
I squeezed it hard and felt a suffocating feeling.
"Is that true?" Jun Wuxie circulated his blood and protected his heart, and said, "Let the old bald donkey Huiyuan release my sister and Su Lan, and you may be able to relieve your sins."
"Amitabha, don't be obsessed with it." The middle-aged monk put his hands together and said with a solemn and compassionate face: "Elder Huiyuan helped the two female donors to open their wisdom and take refuge in my Buddha, which is to save sentient beings on behalf of the Buddha. It has infinite merits, and the seventh level of the year.
Buddha."
With a puff.
Jun Wuxie slapped the young monk's face and slapped the blood splattered.
"The master is too persistent and has already developed a demon in his heart." After he finished sucking, he looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "I will use massage and massage techniques to help the little master unblock the blood and energy of the silt and save his life in danger. That is,
Doing good deeds and helping others is better than building a nine-level pagoda."
The middle-aged monk's solemn and compassionate face twitched twice.
Everyone's expressions were wonderful.
Today, it was considered an eye-opener, and the two used the robber logic to robber logic.
"Good, good!" The middle-aged monk said with compassion: "The little donor is deeply involved in the devil, and it is difficult to get rid of the demons in his heart. I am upholding the great compassion of my Buddha, so I can only invite the little donor back to Zen Buddhism and accompany the Buddha forever and listen.
True Buddhist teachings can only save the little donor, so as not to cause harm to the world. Amitabha!”
After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed it.
Suddenly, a palm condensed by Buddha's light covered dozens of meters in a radius. The golden light was brilliant, like the hand of Tathagata, descending from the sky, and trying to hold Jun Wuxie in his hand.
Swish!
A purple-red blood light cut through the sky and killed the Buddha's hand in one go.
It was a blood sickle, with a crescent-shaped front part, with a shank nearly two meters long, and blood-colored light flowing all over the body, and runes shining on it.
It was floating above Yan Qingcheng's head, and its blade pointed directly at the middle-aged monk.
"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk looked solemn, looked at Yan Qingcheng with a masked face in purple gauze, and said, "I want to save people from the sea of suffering and reach the other side. Why should the female donor stop him?"
"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva, slashed three thousand and six hundred times in one breath, and slashed the bald donkey." Yan Qingcheng said indifferently, saying, "I just want to pass the master to the West to see the Buddha. The master is merciful, and the Buddha should cut his flesh and feed the eagle.
Why don’t you get killed by your neck?”
The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, and he became a little angry and said, "Amitabha, the female donor is trying to force others to do anything!"
Yan Qingcheng looked inside Jubaozhai and said, "Isn't the elder of the noble sect trying to force others?"
"The two cannot be compared." The middle-aged monk shook his head and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Elder Huiyuan is extraditioning someone who is destined to be a Buddha. What he planted today is good causes, and it will inevitably bear good results. The female donor is like this
The behavior is blood stained with butcher's knife, how can it be compared?"
"No." Yan Qingcheng shook his head and said lightly: "The blood sickle passes through the body, and the Buddha sits in his heart. This is the true meaning of Buddha. As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, my blood sickle can pass through you. The blood sickle stains blood.
, What you sow is good causes, and you will be sent to the Western Paradise to meet the true Buddha."
"Amitabha, female donor, you are making a point of reason!"
It is no longer possible for middle-aged monks to maintain that solemn and compassionate appearance, and their faces are full of anger.
"The master has been obsessed with anger and has not understood the Buddha's teachings. It seems that the Buddha has practiced for so many years in vain. Only by going to the West and seeing the true Buddha can he understand the true meaning of the Buddha."
"Female donor!" The middle-aged monk's eyes became colder, and he walked towards Yan Qingcheng and said, "It seems that the female donor has also entered the path of demons like the little donor. Today, I don't want to subdue the demons to eliminate them.
It's a devil!"
After he finished speaking, he took action against Yan Qingcheng directly.
Jun Wuxie's mouth twitched slightly.
This bald donkey is really striking lanterns in the toilet, looking for death!
Dare to take the lead in launching an attack on Yan Qingcheng?
"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva, kill three thousand six hundred times in one breath, and you will be sent to the West."
Yan Qingcheng's voice was very plain and there was no movement, but the blood sickle slashed out the blade light in the sky.
The speed was so fast that no one present could see clearly.
I can only see that at the moment when the blood sickle was slashed out, the originally powerful middle-aged monk disappeared directly on the spot.
Only a flying bald head was left, and the minced meat was everywhere.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was extremely shocked.
His mental power swept over and several of the minced meat clearly. Not counting the bald head, it was a total of 3,600 yuan!
In an instant, 3,600 times were really cut!
Too scary!
What kind of attack frequency is this?
Jun Wuxie looked at Yan Qingcheng in shock.
This beautiful and charming woman.
In the secret realm of Nanshan, he even bullied her and treated her strongly.
When he returned to the outside world, he realized how terrible she was!
Everyone was shocked by this scene, and they felt cold all over their bodies and their backs were cold.
A monk disappeared in the moment the blood sickle swung, turning into pieces, leaving only a head with a wide eyes and a terrified look!
In Jun Wuxie's hands, the young monk who was suppressed was frightened and collapsed.
"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha's chant came from Jubaozhai: "Your such a strong man has actually taken action against my lower-level Zen guardians, and he has lost his identity!"
"Haha." Yan Qingcheng said lightly: "You are a Zen elder who personally attacks a little girl who knows how to practice. Don't you lose your identity?"
"Hmph! My Great Brahma Zen Buddhism has always had the principles of my Great Brahma Zen Buddhism. It is my Buddhist business to save two female donors from converting to Buddha! Is this kind of behavior today? Is your entire family and sect trying to share with you?
Did I become a Buddha?”
"You are so angry that you threatened me to the head! Why, do you want to save the entire family of me and forcefully convert?"
Yan Qingcheng's eyes became very cold, and he walked towards Jubaozhai, saying, "Since you have said this, the Japanese Master wants to see what you rely on, so inflated!"
At this time, Jun Wuxie broke the young monk's neck and immediately followed.
At this moment, outside Jubaozhai Gate, there were crowds of people watching the conflict.
On the Tianjing Tower in the capital, the first landlord and others gathered at the top of Tianjing Tower, looking at Jubaozhai from afar, with a look of shock.
"That Jun Wuxie invited the Soldier Saint to the Spirit Boat last time. Although the Soldier Saint has not come forward this time, the woman in purple is at least a figure of the Emperor level of the General Sect!"
The first poster felt that it was necessary to get to know Xia Jun Wuxie again.
This young man who seemed to be born in a small town was not only a military saint, but also a powerful man of the Sect Emperor level.
A Holy Sect-level powerhouse who practices military spirit cannot always pay attention to a young man, but this young man now has the Sect Emperor as his backer, and the Sect Emperor must have masters under him.
He analyzed and concluded that there is a force behind this young man, which is definitely extremely strong.
Although it cannot be compared with the headquarters of Tianjinglou, it cannot be underestimated.
"Even if such a person is made friends, try not to oppose him, otherwise it will cause losses to Tianjinglou. Even if someone from the headquarters solves this matter, I will not be able to escape the crime of dereliction of duty and will definitely die!"
The first poster thought to himself and made a decision in his heart.