high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 317

"Even if those people took the medicine powder, even if they didn't kill them, within three sticks of incense afterward, they would definitely not be able to survive. From this point of view, it is indeed the means of assassination by the dead."

Shendu Peak.

In a Zen room.

This is the highest peak in the cave of King Kong Temple. It is majestic and majestic, like a black giant, crawling on the ground, devouring the bright afterglow after sunset. Here is also the residence of the abbot of King Kong Temple. The real powerhouse of the temple is located.

At this moment, in the meditation room.

The heads rolled all over the ground, the bloodstains were still mottled, and the floor tiles were stained in a mess, one piece was red and one piece was white, unlike the place where the Buddhists clean up, but it seemed like a green forest gathering together, full of banditry.

All the monks huddled in the meditation room, lowered their heads respectfully, and sat around several small wooden tables.

The abbot took a sip of the teacup, turned his head, and said with a leisurely smile to the monks:

"The three families of Xiaoqing Palace are probably already the other courtyards of Lanta Temple. It's ridiculous that we didn't realize it, and let them enter the Dharma meeting. It's really embarrassing in front of the people of the world!"

"It was my fault..."

A boa constrictor wrapped around his waist, Toutuo scratched his ass with mysterious tattoos all over his face, and said regretfully, "It was my negligence that allowed Beichan's dog to take advantage of the loophole!"

"How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch? But you can't blame you for this matter." The abbot shook his head: "Ran Mian, Ran Zhou, the two of you will go down the mountain with the Ming King Wheel tonight. These three sects are determined to Can't stay!"

"Disciple knows!"

Another monk got up from his seat, stood respectfully, then looked at him and nodded.

There was a sound of chilling in the meditation room, and he was extremely calm. Bai Shu, who was caught in the middle, was staring blankly at the beams of the room, without saying a word.

Die!Die! !Die! ! !

I don't want to live!

As soon as he thought of that black-faced Toutuo just now enlightened in public and everyone looking at him, Bai Shu wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Yellow mud falling off the crotch, is it not shit or shit?

"What did I do wrong?" The cheek that was pulled by force still hurts, Bai Shu covered her face, silent: "Is it the season of white album again?"

"Void."

While he was in a daze, a voice suddenly woke him up. The abbot looked over with a smile and asked, "In your opinion, how should we deal with those people in Xiaoqing Palace?"

"I'm afraid everyone has already made up their minds, so why ask me?" Bai Shu shook his head: "I just find it novel..."

"novel?"

"Being assassinated for the first time." Bai Shu said sincerely: "It feels a bit strange."

"There will be more of these things in the future. You are novel now, but you will be bored in the future." Wuxian on the side laughed dumbly: "I, big and small, have been assassinated by Qingshen Guan and them hundreds of times. When I go down the mountain, it doesn't take half a day." It was not until I hid in Jingang Temple that I found a little peace.”

All the monks in the meditation room laughed, the murderous aura was dissipated, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

"I just opened the two realms of Sumeru formation, and the silk formation is divided into your hands."

The abbot stretched out his hand, and the swastika in Baishu's palm immediately became hot: "With it here, you will have no worries."

Bai Shu raised his palm, and the swastika in his palm was connected and pieced together by countless small talisman lights. It was faint and dark, but it was majestic. Bai Shu glanced at it, then subconsciously turned his face away, his eyes felt a little tingling .

"I'm afraid this assassination is a bit weird..." Bai Shu looked at the formation mark on his palm, and said hesitantly, "The man in Xiaoqing Palace is no more than King Kong. If he comes to kill me, it's like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but why... "

"Could it be him?" The abbot smiled: "The hole in the King Kong Temple is just a group of pseudo-five realms, not to mention only seven or eight. Even if he can create seven or eighty, he will just die for nothing. You are wondering, why is Landa Temple like this?"

"Exactly."

"It's just an attitude. The last glimmer of decency in the Southern and Northern Zen sects will no longer be seen from today."

The abbot shook his head: "Cixuan's intention is nothing more than to announce to the world, or in other words, he risked offending Cizai to sound a wake-up call to my old friend. Landa Temple has really started, not just you, Wuxian, Randi... You people, you should also be more careful."

Cixuan is the younger brother of Cizai, the abbot of Landa Temple, and one of the rare monks in Landa Temple who does not hold prejudice against King Kong Temple.

He advocated the confluence of the northern and southern Zen lines, and worked for several years for this purpose, but according to the current situation, it was ultimately fruitless.

"What does the abbot mean?" Wu Xian frowned.

"I didn't kill Cixuan." The abbot smiled wryly: "I have been an old friend for many years, but I can't do it after all. Before leaving, he told me that there were still actions behind the scenes in Landa Temple, but he was excluded by Cizai and didn't know the real truth. cause."

"..." All the monks present frowned, with displeasure on their faces, but they didn't say anything.

"Let's go away, these few days, it's good to guard the mountain gate." The abbot saw the expressions of the monks, and said: "I have completely opened the Sumeru Formation of the two realms, and there is no problem."

The monks hesitated for a moment, but still dispersed one after another. Before going out, Bai Shu hesitated to recover, bowed to the abbot, and asked:

"Abbot, why don't you see your master?"

"God's feet come and go without a trace, who can find him." The abbot put down the teacup and said with a smile: "There is no need to worry, you just prepare for the next Dharma conference calmly, everything is up to me!"

"...Understood." Although he had doubts in his heart, Bai Shu still nodded, bowed and retreated: "The disciple is leaving."

"Let's go!"

The abbot waved his hand, and after the figure was gone, he touched the ray of robbery in his sleeve robe, and after a long silence, he suddenly laughed wryly.

"This sea of ​​suffering in this world, where is the boundary?"

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now.

In the sky above a primitive mountain range, thousands of trees trembled, and the ground trembled crazily, as if a violent and ferocious ancient savage dragon was hidden underneath. It was clearly daytime, but it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

boom! ! !boom! ! !Rumble! ! !

above the heavens—

Countless gods of thunder converged into a vast sea of ​​thunder, which absorbed all the sunlight and skylight, so incandescent that it was terrifying!In the sea of ​​thunder that is hundreds of miles away, there are countless dharma phenomena that are so huge that they cannot be imagined. They are swaying their supernatural powers recklessly, making a loud sound of destruction that destroys all phenomena in the world!

"Guanghui, you dare to kill me?!"

An astonishingly huge creature with golden wings roared again and again. His single eye on his forehead kept shooting chaotic light. He tried his best to resist, but was still pressed down by Guanghui's palm, and his body exploded.

brush--

A ray of white light flew out, piercing Wanjun Leihai like a torn paper. Looking carefully, it was a small flying knife. The spirit in the blade held the flying knife and pierced through the void at will.

"If you seek death yourself, you must not blame me!"

In the sea of ​​thunder, Guanghui, a monk with magical feet, waved his big sleeves to enclose the blade, no matter how it rushed left and right, it still couldn't escape.

Ignoring the eye-opening look of the owner of the magic weapon opposite, he sneered, flipped his five fingers, and slammed down with a slap!

"Buddha in the palm of your hand!"

(End of this chapter)