human suffering

Chapter 1231 Run two steps?
The arhat holding a bowl is strong enough in his heart. As soon as he had a pessimistic thought, he immediately changed his perspective.

Thinking about it the other way around, if the Gonggong clan was still alive and in its heyday, even if I didn't cast my life wheel and was at my peak, I wouldn't dare to show up.

If you look at it this way, when both sides are cut off, you still have an advantage.

Not to mention anything else, the alms bowl issued by the west, especially my special alms bowl, is of excellent quality, and I can fight against Ruoshui on my own, and it hasn't been damaged by Lingzimu all these years.

After talking about himself, the arhat raised his bowl to build a strong self-confidence.

Even in the face of Ruoshui, the ancestral soul, the Bowl Arhat didn't think he would lose.

Just what a price to pay.

The arhat law is restrained, basically it has no effect.

Should we recite a passage to save them?

Originally, transcendence was not an option. After all, sending them to the west is not a good choice. The place of Western Bliss is not big, so how can there be a place for them?

Besides, this group of people is not easy to deal with, and they have their own belief system, so it should be quite difficult to brainwash them.

There is another most fundamental difficulty, the arhat who lifts the bowl has always felt that if you can do it, don't make noise, so he is not good at the matter of transcendence.

In particular, he is still in the west who later surrendered. Even if he has the name of Arhat, he can't chant sutras, and he doesn't care at all. Except for Amitabha, he really doesn't know anything else.

It's like asking Capricorn and Honglei to recite scriptures, they certainly won't, although one identity is the 24 heavens, and the other identity is a Buddha's son, it's so ironic.

I can't do it, and I can't call someone for help. Is it possible to do bloodletting by myself?
Before the arhat raised his bowl to figure out what was going on, Mu En screamed.

"Uncle, it's over, I can't stop it."

It turned out that after the ancestral souls wiped out the dharma images, Ruoshui didn't stop at all.

If it was just a few sporadic attacks on the arhats who were attacking, now it is pouring rain, and the two culprits of them are completely regarded as the main targets.

Don't blame Mu En for being careless, if he is doused in water, who can bear it?
Mu En couldn't take it anymore, and the arhat was not very concerned about it, but when she called her, he finally thought of a way.

Since you can't attack and you can't defend, what else can you do?
After all, she is also a fairy of the Moon Palace, so she must have some blood, right?
Thinking of this, he put the bowl in Mu En's arms abruptly, and grabbed Mu En's hand.

Mu En didn't react at all, holding the alms bowl, his hand was still being grabbed by the arhat holding the alms bowl, his face flushed instantly.

what does this mean?
Could it be that the arhat holding a bowl feels that he can't stand it anymore, and wants to blow up his soul, fight for face, confess his last words to himself, and entrust the relics?
This is taking oneself as a bosom friend.

What can I do?
We started meeting yesterday, and we haven't been dating for long.

Anyway, besides being here, he has no other choice.

Temperament is violent, what can you do if you lose one move or two, and you don't always lose?

I was beaten away by Cai Gen several times, didn't I not think about it?
I really can't beat it, don't I have a teleportation talisman, what's the shame of running away?

It's just that my spirit is too high, I can't bear grievances, and the education of setbacks is not in place.

I can't persuade myself about this matter, the more I talk about it, the more anxious I am, they are all face-saving people.

Forget it, it looks like the backer I just found is about to disappear, so let me say something reassuring.

After he blew himself up, if he ran away again, it would be considered as benevolent.

"Uncle, if you have something to explain, don't worry, I will do it for you.

Yeah, uncle, what are you doing? "

The Bowl Arhat didn't care at all what Mu En thought, let alone what she said.

After taking Mu En's hand, he placed it on top of the bowl, and with a light stroke, he made a cut on her wrist.

In fact, it is a little bit inaccurate to say that the mouth is a little bit skinny, and the whole hand is about to fall off.

What arteries, what veins, and the neuroskeleton were all broken, and the blood spurted like a squirt gun.

Seeing the blood spurting out, the arhat holding the bowl adjusted the direction of Mu En's wrist so that all the blood sprayed into the bowl.

Mu En didn't dare to hide, nor did he dare to stop the bleeding, so he could only beg bitterly.

"Uncle, I have been physically weak since I was a child, and my anemia is severe, so I can't bleed much."

Ignoring Mu En's pleading, he slapped Mu En's Tianling Gai with his palm, raised his bowl and roared loudly.

"Fairy Moon Palace, come out to work, give me a push."

I don't know what secret technique the Bowl Arhat used. After patting this, Mu En's eyes immediately glowed white, just like when he was summoning the sun and the moon to shine together under a big pit, and the blood on his wrist also disappeared. Bright red turned golden.

The golden blood is like viscous magma. After entering the bowl, it is like fungus with water entering the wok. It is more lively than setting off firecrackers.

At this time, the alms bowl is not only lively, but special effects are also coming out, and the golden light is flourishing.

Then, the alms bowl in Mu En's arms, like an arhat, transformed into more than 100 clones, flying towards the direction of the ancestor soul.

During the flight, the alms bowl kept getting bigger and bigger, and finally reached the ancestor souls, holding each ancestor soul like a pot lid.

The ancestral soul was suppressed, quite dissatisfied, rampant in the bowl, like a crab in a steamer, full of desire to survive.

Although Mu En was photographed as the Moon Palace Fairy by the Bowl Arhat, they are one body and have a high degree of consistency in thinking.

The current situation is that the power of the moon palace fairy's soul was consumed to maintain the confinement power of the bowl, and Mu En was so wronged that he cried.

It turned out that this old bald donkey didn't want to blow himself up, but to make himself desperate.

"Honorable Arhat, is it necessary?

Although I, the Moon Palace Fairy, have a humble status, I can't bully people like this.

Besides, even if I add myself, I can't refine these ancestral souls. "

Giving Bo Luohan is quite satisfied with the result.

It is not impossible to refine these ancestral souls.

Then he would squirt blood out by himself, and with the determination to die together.

Now it can only be temporarily trapped, which is considered a last resort.

The old saying is so good, even a roll of toilet paper has its meaning.

Right in front of him is the best proof that he has still dug out the residual value of Moon.

"Fairy Moon Palace, I didn't ask you to refine them, just trap them temporarily."

"How long will you be stuck? I can't last long."

The arhat raised his bowl and continued to move forward along the original track.

"It won't take long, the blood can't stop.

Otherwise, if they run out and ruin my event, all previous efforts will be in vain. "

Seeing the arhat carrying the bowl walk away unhurriedly, Mu En couldn't follow either.

It's not that she didn't dare to move, it's just that her body seemed to be hollowed out, and it was difficult to stand up. It came from the weakness of the soul, which was really uncomfortable.

It's not blood that flows out, and it can't be replenished by taking some Guiyuan ointment.

That is the power of the moon palace fairy's soul, if you use it a little, you can use a little less.

If it is really useless, even if I am reincarnated, it is useless.

"Uncle, I will try my best to resist, but, are you going to run two steps?"

(End of this chapter)