This fox fairy is too inhuman

"It's simply unsightly!"

The red dragon monk lifted his Zen staff and looked at the mud in the pit that was no longer human-like. He couldn't help but stamped his foot in anger.

boom!
The sand pit under his feet was sunken, swallowing up the pile of dirty flesh and blood mixed with bones, and disappeared into the vast yellow sand after a moment.

But even so, the red dragon monk still couldn't calm down the indignation in his heart.

"Taking action against innocent mortals and refining their essence and blood is simply worse than a beast!"

Because when he turned around, he could see the broken corpses all over the ground, seeping into the sand.

There were men and women, old and young, and there were a lot of supplies scattered on the ground.

This is an ordinary caravan traveling between oases, without many guards.

But even if they had elite guards for protection, there was no way to avoid the tragedy, because what attacked them was not the beasts in the desert, but the monks of the Spiritual Desire Sect.

Monk Chijiao was originally on his way to find the Buddha and did not want to get involved in the affairs of the Western Desert. However, when he passed by, he noticed a strong death aura. After seeing everything that happened here, he finally couldn't bear it. Stop taking action.

But the red dragon monk arrived too late. The tragedy was coming to an end, and the demon monk had already started refining the blood essence.

In the end, he only saved five people, and except for one boy who was protected by his mother, among the five people, they were all seriously injured and dying.

"Mom! Wake up! Mom! Don't leave me!" The boy's cry brought the red dragon monk back to his senses. Now is not the time to be sentimental.

A low chanting sound sounded.

While the Red Dragon monk was offering salvation to those who died innocently and tragically, so that their souls would not be tainted by the demon monk's evil methods, he waved gently towards the five people and cast a ray of Buddha's light.

When the Buddha's light fell, the injuries on their bodies recovered quickly, their flesh and blood grew rapidly, the wounds quickly fell off, and the scabs fell off, and they recovered as before.

However, for a moment, apart from looking a little weak and depressed, they looked almost like normal people and soon regained consciousness.

After waking up, they were still in a trance for a while, as if they had arrived in the paradise world, but soon realized that they were still alive. Looking at the broken and blood-stained clothes and the smooth and new body, they burst into tears for a while. .

When death comes, they don't feel anything yet, and they don't even realize what's happening.

But when he regained his life and saw the sun again, fear and excitement surged into his heart at the same time.

"Thank you, holy monk!!!"

"Thank you, holy monk, for your help!!!"

They knelt down and kowtowed to the Red Dragon monk, expressing their joy and gratitude for being reborn.

At this time, the boy excitedly hugged his mother who regained consciousness, hugging her very carefully for fear of hurting her.

"mother!"

After the blood monk appeared, the mother pressed him under her body to protect him, and the two of them hid under the pack horse.

At that time, the boy listened to the screams in his ears, but he did not collapse because he curled up in his mother's warm arms.

When the screams stopped, he thought they had escaped death, but when he got out from under the pack horse, he found that his mother was already dying.

The warmth from the mother is all the blood flowing from her body.

This weak woman used her frail body to block all attacks for her child.

The boy thought he was going to lose his mother again, but fortunately the tall holy monk saved them.

When the prayer for salvation was finished, the Red Dragon monk made up his mind. He turned around and said to the five people in a low voice: "Where are you going?"

"Master Holy Monk, we are going to the Linbei Oasis in the north. Where are you going? Do you need us to show you the way?"

The Scarlet Dragon monk shook his head and pointed with his Zen staff at the horses that had been dead on the ground for a long time. "All your horses are dead. There is no way to walk in the desert anymore."

"Pack up the things you want to take away, and then follow the poor monk. The poor monk will send you there."

"Isn't this... not troublesome?" the survivors replied with some fear. They didn't expect that the holy monk was so friendly, which made them a little flattered.

They originally thought that this man would ask for their supplies as a reward for saving them.

But now listening to the tone of the holy monk, it seems that he does not intend to ask for any reward... Is this possible?
Seeing the fear and uneasiness in their eyes, Monk Red Dragon felt that the burden on his shoulders became heavier. He sighed and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "It's not troublesome. Just clean up quickly. I'll take you away with this poor monk."

"Thank you, Holy Monk!!!"

"You don't have to thank me, this is all the fault of this poor monk."

The scarlet dragon monk sighed, helped the grateful boy who was kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "If the poor monk no longer hesitates about those insignificant things, and makes up his mind early, and takes one step earlier, more people can be saved."

"It's the poor monk's fault."

Monk Red Jiao came to the Western Desert China for only one purpose, which was to find the Buddhist son Bodhi needed. For this reason, he did not want to have any conflict with anyone.

He had already made a decision not to get involved in the mess in the Western Desert, and not to have a direct conflict with someone who secretly controlled all this.

But now it seems that I was wrong.

There is no way I can turn a blind eye to all this!
If he really stayed out of the matter, what would be the difference between himself and these monster monks! ! ?

"No matter who you are, I cannot tolerate what you have done."

The red dragon monk's eyes lit up, like twisted red sun, his anger surged, and he roared angrily in his heart: "I will definitely make you pay the price for distorting Buddhism like this!"

……

……

Western Desert, Lingshan.

The appearance of Lingshan at this moment is completely different from that of a hundred years ago. It is now magnificent and magnificent, like a huge palace, made of gold, silver, colored glaze and other precious materials.

The surface of the entire building is inlaid with countless gems. Under the Buddha's light emitted from the top of the mountain, it reflects brilliant and colorful light, as bright as the starry sky.

You can see all kinds of luxury goods everywhere, such as rare fine wines, peerless jewelry, various expensive works of art, etc. These items all exude unique fragrance and light, and you can also faintly see a hint of Buddha nature. These are donated by believers from all over the world. Enshrined, some were even consecrated.

And these devotees are qualified to stay on Lingshan Mountain for several days, where they can indulge in luxury and pleasure, taste delicious food, drink fine wine, enjoy beautiful music and dance, and even have in-depth communication with the female Bodhisattvas of the Spiritual Desire Gate. .

The atmosphere is lively, noisy and carnival-like.

In this world, they will not feel hungry, cold, painful or sad, they just need to enjoy and indulge as much as they want.

When they leave, they will suddenly feel that this is just a dream and feel extremely empty. In order to return to this dream place again, they will once again devote everything they have.

Over and over again, until they finally lose everything.

Wealth, body, soul... everything will be ignited and burned to death.

At this moment, at the highest point of Lingshan Mountain, a pair of eyes were staring indifferently at the crazy mortals and the monks who fooled them.

"..."

The man was wearing a black monk's robe and looked to be fifty or sixty years old. He had a serious expression, a faint black light lingering on his body, and a faint evil spirit in his eyes.

He is the helmsman of the moral conduct and spiritual desire gates, the Buddhist disciple of this generation.

After watching silently for a while, he turned around silently and walked towards the hall behind him.

Passing through the splendid corridor, he gradually went deep into the depths of Lingshan Mountain, and finally stopped in front of a simple wooden house.

The simplicity of this place was incompatible with the environment on Lingshan Mountain, but there was nothing strange in Jie Xing's eyes. He walked forward, knocked on the door gently, and then pushed the door open directly.

The house is as simple as its appearance, with only a futon, a wooden fish, and a small dry tree.

A young man with his eyes closed sat cross-legged on a futon in front of the tree.

Jie Xing looked at the young man with a faint golden light on his body, knelt down respectfully, lowered his head and said softly: "Lord Buddha."

"Jie Xing, you are here."

The young man slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the eldest disciple who was kneeling respectfully on the ground, "What happened?"

It is hard to imagine that this dark big devil, who is regarded as a scourge in the eyes of the world, is actually like a kind young monk, with a faint light flowing from his body, without any evil intentions, and full of holiness.

On the contrary, Buddha's moral conduct is more like the incarnation of evil in their eyes, like a monk who has fallen into the devil's path, and he is indeed.

"To tell the Lord Buddha, I have been the disciple of the Buddha for hundreds of years. It is time to elect the next disciple of the Buddha." But at this moment, he was wary and did not dare to show any disrespect. He curled up to show respect.

"Has it been another hundred years?"

Lord Buddha seemed to be in a trance, blinked his eyes and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast."

"Then it's up to you to arrange this matter. Treat it as the last thing you do as a Buddhist disciple."

Jie Xing bowed his head even deeper and said respectfully, "Yes, does the Buddha have any other arrangements?"

"No, just keep everything consistent with the past."

"Disciple understands, that disciple resigned." After receiving the instruction, Jie Xing slowly stood up, bowed and retreated out of the wooden house.

And when Jie Xing was about to walk out of the room, the young man seemed to remember something again. He looked at the withered tree and said, "By the way, it's time to water the Bodhi tree. Please make arrangements."

"...Yes, disciple understands. The water will be delivered tomorrow."

"Ah."

Click.

Jie Xing exited the wooden house and left quickly, found two monks in gorgeous robes, and ordered: "Send someone to collect the essence and blood of those ten thousand people, and send them to the Lord Buddha before sunset today. "

"Yes, let's go and give the order right away."

After the two of them resigned, Jie Xing returned to the balcony where he was standing before, silently watching the carnival up and down the mountain without moving for a long time.

……

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"Um, can I discuss something with you?"

Ren Yidao looked at the female Bodhisattva with exposed breasts in front of him, and asked shyly and politely:

"Can you give me your heart?" (End of Chapter)