Suolang did not take Na Ru'an's words seriously. Na Ru'an was only in his early thirties. How could a child who was only a teenager twenty years ago know his master, Master Tenzin.
"Since you don't want to repent in front of Buddha, then I have no choice but to send you to hell to repent." Solang said.
He clasped his hands together and recited a mantra, and the room suddenly became as quiet as the night sky.
The sound of the mantra was as rapid as raindrops, hitting people's hearts.
The space around Ru'an shook like a dreamy bubble, and spells were like arrows, passing through the misty void and piercing toward Ru'an.
Then Ru'an chuckled: "That's it?"
I saw him raising his hand, and his fingers suddenly became longer, extending like branches and vines, passing through the dreamy void, and grabbing Solan.
Suo Lang was startled and stamped his foot on the ground hard. The floor tiles cracked and the whole house shook.
People unconsciously looked up at the roof, worried that it would collapse.
And with the vibration of this kick, the bubbles in front of Solang shattered in the void, and the arm that Ru An stretched out also broke, and the palm fell with a clatter and fell to the ground.
When people see such profound Buddhist teachings, they are shocked and admired.
The eminent monks of Baita Temple are indeed amazing!
Just one face-to-face meeting broke off one of Na Ru'an's arms.
Just when everyone thought that the monk would definitely win and Naru'an would lose, they suddenly heard Naru'an laugh:
"Monk, you want to send me to hell, but do you know where I come from?"
Solan didn't answer, just frowned slightly.
Then Ru'an asked and answered: "I came from hell, so I gave it away without any trouble. But for you, I can give you a ride and let you see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, hahaha!"
After saying that, the hand that was broken on the ground suddenly flew up, hit the monk's chest, and grabbed it with five fingers like hooks.
Suo Lang groaned, took a few steps back, grabbed the broken palm close to his chest with one hand, and pulled it out hard.
He pulled out his palm, and the monk's clothes were torn, exposing the five finger holes on his chest, and blood spurted out.
Suo Lang's face turned pale, and he hurriedly threw away his severed palm, pressed a few times on his chest, and recited a spell to stop the bleeding.
And the severed palm flew back to Ru'an's arm, and its flesh and bones were reborn, intact as before.
Everyone in the room was shocked. The scene where Ru'an killed Master Guo just now was shocking, but it was mainly scary.
But the scene of a broken arm being reborn made everyone a little desperate.
Isn't this guy immortal?
It seemed that this monk couldn't defeat him at all.
Some people have begun to think about whether they should rebel now and support Ru'an as the head of the family. They should be able to avoid death, and maybe they can rise to the top.
Suo Lang was shocked, looked at Ru'an and said, "Who are you?"
"I told you, I came from hell. Don't you Buddhists like to say, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'? Today I will send you to hell to fulfill your wish."
Na Ru'an smiled half-heartedly and looked at the people behind Suo Lang.
"The same goes for you. If you have great compassion, you can go with him. If you are attached to this spring scene in the world and want to enjoy wealth and glory, just kneel down and beg me."
With a sound of Kutong, a young man knelt down.
"I...I...I support you as the head of the family!"
As soon as this man took the lead, he knelt down several times.
Na Ruping yelled: "You... you weaklings! How can you kneel down and beg for mercy when that family's life and death are at stake? Where is your royal backbone?"
"Master Ruping, it's not that our bones are weak, but the master you hired is not good enough!"
"Besides, Master Ru'an also has that surname and is a descendant of that family. There is nothing wrong with him being the head of the family."
"That's right, Young Master Ru'an is very capable. With him leading us, that family will definitely be able to reach a higher level."
These people started to flatter Ru'an with every word they said to each other.
Then Ru'an stood there, watching all this with a smile, enjoying it very much. But when his eyes turned to other people, he showed murderous intent.
This murderous aura made people look down, and some who were shaken in their hearts finally knelt down.
"You..." Na Ruping was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Na Xiyao looked up to the sky and sighed, and said to Ruping: "Ping'er, accept it."
Then he turned to Ru'an and said, "Ru'an, I will give you the position of the head of the family. I just ask that you let Ping'er and the rest of the clan go."
"Dad!" Na Ruping shouted loudly, "Don't ask him! This scum! I would rather die than let him be pitied!"
Then Ru'an sneered and said, "In that case, I will send you to see the King of Hell first."
Then Ruping stood there, glaring at each other angrily, trying not to flinch.
Lama Suolang suddenly stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled Ruping away.
But he saw a dark shadow flashing past under Ru Ping's feet. And Ru Ping's shoes had turned into ashes.
Then Ru'an smiled and said: "Monk, you can't protect yourself, but you still want to protect him? It's useless. His shadow has been connected to the underworld. He can't escape. Who can escape from his own shadow!"
People were surprised to see Ru Ping's shadow crawling up from the ground and crawling towards Ru Ping's body.
And where Ruping's feet were connected to the shadow, a black water surged up.
Solan took out a bell from his body and rang it a few times.
As soon as the crisp bell rang, the black water rising under Ruping's feet calmed down, and the shadow that had just climbed up his body also fell.
As soon as the shadow landed on the ground, Suolan took out another Fazheluo, also called the Vajra Demon Subduing Pestle, and poked the shadow on the ground, immobilizing the shadow.
Then Ru'an snorted coldly: "Haha, you are a bit virtuous. Then let hell spring up and I'll see how many you can save!"
After saying that, he opened his hands as if he was ready to hug something.
The cold wind suddenly rose, and the room suddenly became cold. People were shivering as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Under Ru'an's feet, a spring of black water surged up, like a spring from hell, with him as the center and gushing out in all directions.
This black water carries a strong aura of death. Even if you have never seen it, you know that this thing cannot be touched.
As for the people from that family, they had just seen a lot of bodyguards, but their feet were entangled in a mass of black water, and their lower bodies were rotten.
Now, this black water is coming in a steady stream, like a flood.
People wanted to run, but no one could move because they found that they were entangled in something. When they lowered their heads, they saw that what was entangled them was their own shadow.
Seeing the black water coming over, the air of death filled the air.
Suo Lang pulled out the demon-conquering pestle that fixed Ru Ping's shadow and slammed it on the ground.
The moment the demon-conquering pestle pierced the ground, a circle of ripples appeared, dissipating the death energy.
But the incoming black water was only blocked for a moment and continued to surge forward.
Suolang took off the string of Rudraksha beads around his neck, pulled it with both hands, and the string broke. One hundred and eight Bodhi beads fell apart and fell to the ground with clatter.
Then, he simply sat down cross-legged, made mudra with his hands, and recited the mantra.
Every bodhi seed that fell to the ground blossomed into a lotus.
Lotus flowers bloomed, forming a white flower embankment on the ground, blocking the incoming black water.
Na Ruping was overjoyed and applauded in his heart for such a wonderful spell.
But I heard Suo Lang saying urgently: "Let's go quickly! Take everyone away! I can't hold on for long, go to the door and ask for help!"
But as he spoke, his breath was released, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Spray it on the lotus, and drop a little bright red.