Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirty-Three: God Fucking Bing Qing Yu Jie
Sega really doesn't understand the behavior patterns of the demon clan.
then?
What era is this, and still fighting?
In an instant, countless strategies to deal with reckless men emerged in Sega's mind, what tempted his younger brother gradually undermined him, and then stabbed him in the back, what gained his trust, and stabbed him in the back...
Anyway, it’s just stabbing the knife. It’s the fastest way to deal with a brainless reckless man.
"Aren't you afraid of being humble by someone?"
"Why be afraid?"
Sun Wukong was a little confused.
He understood Sega's meaning, but he didn't think there was any problem. With his strength, if he was cheated, it would be that he was not strong enough and he could not blame others.
This world is about fists.
As for the mind?
He looked at Lin Fang.
But every time Lin Fang turned his danger into a bargain, he relied on other people's force?
Although he was very shameful to Lin Fang's various behaviors of hugging his thighs, he has to say that it is very effective.
Lin Fang glanced at Monkey Brother in confusion.
Why do you always look at me?
He looked at Zang Ai: "Is there any difference between me?"
Zang Ai looked at it carefully: "It's a bit cheap."
Lin Fang: "..."
He gave Zangai a blank look: "Get out."
As soon as Zang Ai raised his hand, Lin Fang took the initiative to roll away.
Brother Monkey then retracted his gaze and said, "Survival of the fittest, the demon clan is the first priority, and power and money are based on their own strong strength. My strength is strong enough, so I can do it at the right time.
stable."
This is also the reason why he practiced with confidence.
After all, it depends on strength.
Sega nodded thoughtfully: "It's very savage, but it makes sense."
Everyone then set off on the road, and Sega saw more along the way.
This era is much better than what he remembers. Mortals no longer have to worry about monsters invasion, and kings no longer have to pay tribute every year.
Monks are still there, but most of them are fake monks.
Xiniu Hezhou, who lost the blessing of Buddhism, seemed much better than he was at that time.
Sega was a little puzzled: "Don't it be said that Buddhism protects the world, why did people live better after Lingshan was closed?"
Burial love is thoughtful.
Brother Monkey thoughtful.
Zhu Bajie didn't listen carefully at all, nor did he take it seriously.
Monk Sha was also thinking, but had no clue.
Lin Fang said, "Because there is a Buddha or not, life still needs to be lived."
Sega turned to look at him, thought for a while and asked, "But with Buddha, shouldn't we live a better life?"
"Maybe."
Lin Fang shrugged.
"I prefer to ask for Buddha."
"When people encounter problems, they ask for Buddha, but there are so many people who ask for Buddha, how many can Buddha solve?"
"After asking for the Buddha, I feel that everything is going well, but can things really be solved?"
Lin Fang stared at Sega.
Sega opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word.
He thought of what his father said to him when he was a child, saying that the Buddha blessed the world. As long as he prayed sincerely, the Buddha could hear it and bless him.
It's blessing, not a solution.
When did he begin to feel that only Buddha can solve the problem by asking for it?
"But, but, but..."
He wanted to say something, but he really couldn't say it.
Sega was feeling a little depressed.
The belief in his heart that he had been holding on for the rest of his life was completely shattered in Lin Fang's short words.
Lin Fang patted his shoulder and sighed, "We won't discuss this issue, and don't remember it in your heart. As long as you forget what happened just now, the Buddha will still be pure and pure in your heart."
Sega: “…”
Puchi!
He felt his fragile heart suffered another critical strike.
God is fucking pure and innocent.
Is your Buddha pure and innocent?
While they were chatting, two teams suddenly rushed out of the front.
This shocked Sega.
Who is it?
When he looked closely, his expression became strange.
In front of us were a group of Taoist priests wearing blue Taoist robes, and behind us was a group of monks wearing yellow monk's uniforms. Two groups of people faced each other's head-on, and the target was obviously not them.
"Haha, what a guy passes by, let's leave now, please let me know, all the heroes."
Sega decided to run away as soon as she bowed her hands.
But the rest of the people didn't move.
Brother Monkey frowned and looked at the people on both sides, his eyes rolling around.
Both groups of people are from wild ways.
Not formal.
It seems that there is a good show.
He chose nothing but his own choice.
Zang Ai was also looking at these people, and his brows frowned little by little, but he did not intend to stand by and watch.
"Old bald donkey, you actually asked for help and collude with the evil spirits and see me kill the demons and eliminate the demons."
At this time, a real person shouted loudly on the side of the Taoist priest and rushed over directly.
Zhu Bajie silently retreated.
Brother Monkey stepped forward and blocked the real person rushing over.
The real person was slapped back and fell to the ground with his butt. After getting up, he still couldn't figure out what the situation was. He stared at Sun Wukong and said with an angry look on his face: "You actually attacked and took advantage of the danger of others. What kind of good guy is you?
”
Sun Wukong has a black question mark face.
A sneak attack?
Where did the sneak attack come from?
He looked at Lin Fang and asked, "Brother Lin Fang, did I attack him?"
Lin Fang shook his head: "No."
At this moment, the real person saw that Sun Wukong dared to look back and felt that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and immediately became excited.
"Hahaha, monsters are monsters, I'm so stupid. Look at me cutting off your head."
He took out a seven-star sword, came to Sun Wukong with a few big strides, and jumped high. The seven-star sword held high in his hand emitted a brilliant light and slashed heavily at Sun Wukong.
when!
A melodious sound of metal collision came.
The sword was bent all over, making the real person's arms numb.
Live: "…"
Sun Wukong didn't look back and handed it out with a punch.
The real person flew backwards again and fell a dog to eat shit.
Seeing this, the host standing behind couldn't help but sarcastically: "Haha, Master Zixiao, you can't do this either."
After the real person was helped up by his disciples, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, if you have the ability, come."
The host is not to be outdone at this time.
"Come on."
He looked at Sun Wukong.
Lin Fang kindly reminded: "A reminder, I am a clan of Jie Cult, and I will be held accountable by the Taoist sect when I hit me."
But the monk said slowly: "Accountability? The people in the Taoist sect are also humans. We just need to put a reason for this monster, and some methods can be used to cure him."
Hearing this sentence, Sun Wukong's eyes were a little cold.
"Are you very skilled?"
Lin Fang asked casually.
"That's of course, this world is still ours after all."
"So what about the Jie Cult? Wild beasts are wild beasts. Do you really think that standing in front of the stage is not a wild beast?"
The host was quite arrogant and had no monk's demeanor at all.
Brother Monkey can no longer bear it at this time.
He clenched his fists and stared at the host with a cold look.