This showed that my guess was correct. I stood there without moving. I motioned to Xiaopang to take Master Jiu's body aside and then said, "Monk, you are the one who buried the Bloody Tathagata in the house."
"That's right. Is there anything you want to say?" The blood mole between his eyebrows moved, and the monk said coldly.
I looked him up and down, and it was the same as what Mr. Chen’s daughter-in-law described. Judging from his appearance, this man was in his thirties, with eyebrows and triangular eyes, and a stubble of beard on his temples and cheeks that outlined a faint layer of light at the corners of his mouth.
Indigo, the bald head shines without a single hair
, his face is also glowing with a green light, which is not something that a living person can have at all. The paleness is a little cyan, and the cyan is mixed with a little light blue. This color may be related to its special eating habits.
relationship, although I don’t know if he still needs a digestive system.
What's even more special is the "blood mole", which is larger than a fingernail and hangs in the middle of the two eyebrows. No matter how you look at it, you feel that this thing is related to the thing called "Blood Evil Tathagata".
"Who are you?" I asked him pretending to be calm, breaking the silence.
"What do you think?" He asked conspiratorially, holding a string of rosary beads and holding his other hand behind his back.
"We all know who you are now, but I can't figure it out. Since you were a monk during your lifetime, why would you do such a harmful thing? Zen disciples should be compassionate. After so many years,
Don’t you have any awareness at all?”
"Ha." When the monk heard this, he sneered, turned to the side and explained with deep disdain:
"Little donor, I think... you have misunderstood. The poor monk is indeed a monk who has become a monk, but the poor monk is not from a Zen sect. Whether it is Zen or Tantra, it is nothing to the poor monk. You
You need to know that the patriarchal system in the world is just a cover-up. If you really care about it, many teachings will be difficult to stand. Just like this woman, no matter how nice you are to her, she will not be able to stand up.
What is not yours is not yours after all, no matter how hard you try, it will be of no use. Another example is the bones behind you. You may not know that this person's surname is Yu, his life is strong, his courtesy name is Xuanming, he is the son of Emperor Zhuanxu, and he is born with supernatural powers.
He has quite a lot of magical powers, and he was a man who repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in the early days of the world. Some people call him the God of Wind, while others call him the God of the Sea.
Is he imprisoned here for eternity and cannot be reincarnated? If the wind god is like this, what can a mortal do? The poor monk does not want to entrust his life to others, nor does he want to lie on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others. The laws of heaven are impermanent, how do you know what you are doing is right?
Correct? The law of the jungle is not the way of heaven. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Isn't it reincarnation? I have killed countless people and done all the evil deeds. According to
Theoretically, we should lay down eighteen levels of hell and never be reincarnated, but for decades, what can you do to me? Chen Daoling can't kill me, Jin Daoqing can't kill me, even your Maoshan leader can't do anything to me, so what can you do?
How about it? The ancients said that those who know the current affairs are heroes. The poor monk sees that you are not like a fool, so he captures the fox and gives it to me. The poor monk will definitely not break his promise."
The monk walked up and down, stretched out his palms and spoke emphatically. Seeing that he was so eloquent, I was a little surprised. I thought about it immediately, shook my head and sighed: "What you said makes no sense. I don't know what the way of heaven is. What are you going to do?"
It has nothing to do with me. Jin Jiuye has left. There is no point in me staying here any longer. You should first send Ding
Return Ling to me. As for this Fengli, it’s not important to me. I can catch it and give it to you naturally. Anyway, we can’t escape if you are outside. Let her go. Is it possible that you are still afraid of the two of us?
Are you an army? Monk, I also need to advise you that an expert should have the magnanimity of an expert. If you are so careful, are you too unconfident?"
"Haha, what a sharp mouth." Hearing this, the monk smiled coldly, swung his burly bear-like figure to the foot of the tree, picked up Ding Ling, and threw her directly over.
I didn't expect him to be so direct, so I quickly stretched out my hand to catch Ding Ling, but the angle at which the monk threw it was very tricky, and I couldn't catch it at all. I was worried that the girl would fall to death, but I saw Ding Ling flying in the air.
She turned over suddenly, and before she landed on the ground, a ray of blue light flew straight towards the monk's face and suddenly flew out!
What!?
The monk was also startled and hurriedly stepped back. Relying on his quick reflexes, he actually caught the thing while retreating. But he never expected that what Ding Ling threw was a
A grenade! A grenade that had the safety switch on for several seconds!
I underestimated Ding Ling too much. I thought this girl was a big vase that didn’t live up to her name, but I didn’t expect that in such a desperate situation, she could come up with such an evil and “harmful idea”!
The most critical point is that this girl's psychological quality is so good that it takes four to five seconds for a normal grenade to explode, but I clearly saw that when the monk turned around to look for her, she would explode.
The grenade's ring was pulled open. Is this a death-defying rhythm?
No, this was a time difference. Ding Ling knew very well that with the monk's ability, he couldn't tell what would happen if he was given an extra second. By doing this, she was risking her life to take a gamble.
Thinking of this, I was really impressed. As expected of a killer, this girl is so fierce!
By the way, I was still looking for where the grenade I picked up just now was gone. It was clearly in Xiaopang's backpack and now it was gone. I was still wondering if Xiaopang and the others had used it when we were separated, but it didn't.
I thought, it turns out that this girl stole it easily!
Psychological changes are always quick, but the actual operation took just one second. While the monk held the grenade in his hand with an extremely powerful reaction speed, the grenade with considerable lethality had already exploded.
, a big fireball rose up, and the scorching air waves exploded not far away, followed by a loud noise that was obviously a step too late, and I was knocked to the ground without being able to avoid it.
"Boom——"
There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and the ground under my feet also shook. Fortunately, I squeezed tightly with the monk, otherwise, I would have been injured by the shrapnel flying in the sky. I rolled over and stood up. I really wanted to hug him.
He picked up Ding Ling, who was clutching his shoulders and fell to the ground, and kissed him. But he never expected that at this juncture, a roar erupted from behind, and when he suddenly turned around, the monk in red was not dead!
He was leaning against a big tree, half of his body had been blown up. On the edge of the broken rotten flesh, a large amount of black juice continued to gush out. He was breathing heavily, grinning to himself, and said, "Looking for death."
The figure flashed and rushed straight towards him like a ghost.