Monks

Chapter 180 Negotiation

The Buddha in the sky had no intention of killing, but the little snake and little pig were entangled fiercely. They had no choice but to pinch the seal with both hands, and a blue round shield appeared in front of him. 26nbsp;At this time the little snake flew over, only to hear the sound of popping, and the blue round shield was pierced into a sieve by more than a hundred little snakes.The Buddha in the sky hurriedly clasped his palms together, and behind him, the Great Bright Dharma King held the pagoda and turned in front of him to resist the attack of the little snake.

The little snake is worthy of the name of the Godly Snake, and the Great Bright Dharma King formed by the condensed white light has cracks and cracks under the impact of the little snake in turn, followed by the little pig's anger and flames, roasting the Bright Dharma King until it turns red.

The old monk had a general understanding of the strength of the little snake and little pig, and withdrew his palms, and brought the Dharma King Guangming down to the ground, and shouted again with the Buddha's roar: "Stop!" At this time, when he looked at the Dharma King Guangming, there were cracks in the solemn treasure , Some places have been roasted by the fire, and they are already red.Even the pagoda in his hand is damaged.

The little snakes attacked with their bodies. Zhang was worried that they would be hurt and wanted to hear what the old monk had to say, so he shouted: "Come back." Even though the little snakes and piglets had no contract with them, they obeyed his orders and turned back one after another. Dormant beside him, glaring at the old monk.

The old monk fell to the ground, slightly embarrassed, shook his head and smiled wryly: "The benefactor is really capable."

Zhang Tianfang finally waited until the old monk fell to the ground, and rushed forward wielding the ghost knife, he wanted to avenge the ghost emperor.The Buddha in the sky dodged easily, and raised his finger to the pagoda in the hands of the Dharma King Guangming. The pagoda was inspired by the spell, and the bottom of the pagoda shone brightly, spraying out a cloud of white mist.After the light faded away, nine huge black ghost heads could be vaguely seen in the white mist.The old monk said indifferently: "If you take one more step forward, I will destroy them."

Seeing that the Ghost Emperor was still there, Zhang Tianfang withdrew his sword and glared at the Buddhist monk in the sky, shouting, "Let them go!"

Sky Buddhists have practiced for nearly a thousand years, and have solved countless things, but none of them have been as difficult as the one in front of them. You can't kill people, and you can't kill ghosts. You can't kill Buddha if you take away Buddha. Buddha ordered, unconsciously 'touched' his bald head, simply took out the futon and sat down and said: "Sit, everyone sit down, let's discuss it."

"Need to talk! If you don't let him go, I'll kill all the monks in the world." Zhang Tianfang didn't listen to him at all.

Sky Buddha said bluntly: "With your current cultivation, you can't kill most of the monks." This sentence provoked Zhang Tianfang to "wield" his sword and charge forward, but was grabbed by Zhang Fear: "Listen to what he said." Winking at Fang Jian, Fang Jian hurried up and held Zhang Tianfang firmly.

The Buddhist monk in the sky crossed his knees and meditated for a long time before speaking: "The little benefactor is as quiet as a virgin, his words are gentle and his behavior is polite, and his murderous intentions are like the reincarnation of a murderous god, which is a bit scary."

"Master, what did you say, you're flattering the boy." Zhang was afraid to ponder for a long time, but couldn't figure out how the old monk wanted to solve this matter.

"Monks don't tell lies. At least you know more than him. It would be great if you were a Buddha." The old monk felt a headache for the impulsive, extreme and stubborn Zhang Tianfang.

"Being an old man cares about this broken identity? If you kill me, you won't be a monk!" Zhang Tianfang was furious.

Assuming he didn't hear him, the Buddhist monk in the sky said to Zhang Ai: "There is only one Buddha kill in each generation of Wannian meditation. The mark of Buddha kill is two golden swastikas with opposite directions in the palm. Born as a Buddha, he is the first Buddha cultivator below the Buddha. After practicing the Buddha's skills, few people in the world can defeat him. His responsibility is to eliminate demons and demons, and save the people in the world from the sea of ​​suffering, but, but..." The old monk looked at Zhang Tianfang frowned unconsciously, feeling really embarrassed.

Zhang Tianfang didn't have the slightest affection for the monk, and shouted: "I don't care about you bullshit Buddha people, let me let you go!"

The vulgar words made the old monk furious. Just as he was about to refute and educate him, he suddenly cracked his lips and said something that he couldn't even imagine: "My Buddha is making fun of me." Such a person has his own destiny somewhere.

Zhang was afraid to be surprised when he heard this, and said to himself: "The old monk is not mad because of anger."

The Buddhist monk in the sky was a little helpless: "I want to take him away, but he won't follow me; if I want to get rid of demons, he threatens me to kill all the monks in the world; if I don't take him away, it's hard to explain to Buddha; if I don't get rid of demons, It's hard to explain to myself; little benefactor, tell me what to do?"

Zhang feared: "How do I know?" But he replied seriously: "The master's tongue twister is really good."

The Buddhist priest in the sky hesitated when he heard the words, and said with a wry smile: "Are you kidding me too?"

Zhang Fear hurriedly said respectfully: "Don't dare, dare not."

The Buddhist priest in the sky didn't want to pursue this issue, and looked at Zhang Tianfang's words: "He tried to kill me many times, but I couldn't kill him; if he was taken away by force, maybe he would do something; the old monk is dull, and I asked the benefactor to enlighten him. "

"If you don't take him away, it will be over if you haven't been here?" Zhang Afraid blurted out.

"Buddha killing does not belong to Buddhism, how to kill for Buddha? Self-cultivation is not strong enough, how to kill for Buddha? How to kill for Buddha if you don't compose thousands of Buddhist scriptures? In any case, you should take him back to the temple to have a look. Learn something."

Zhang Ai thought about it and replied: "This is correct, the problem is that Tian Fang doesn't admit that he is a Buddha killer."

"You are a man, you don't need to admit that you are a man; he was killed by the Buddha, it was ordained by God, and you don't need others to admit it." After all, it is a monk, and it is always reasonable to say lies.

Zhang Tianfang roared: "Isn't it just two hands, I'll give it back to you! Fang Jian, cut it for me with a knife." This guy became crazy.

Fang Jian held him down desperately, sweating all over his forehead, wondering: "He is at the top level of foundation building, and I am at the middle level of alchemy. How hard is it to control him? The name of genius is really in vain."

The old monk smiled slightly, and said steadily: "You say that, but you still don't understand how powerful the Buddha is. When you practice Buddha Kungfu, you can break bones and regenerate rotting flesh for new ones, unless you cut off your head, gouge out your heart, slay your bones and throw ashes away." , otherwise it won’t kill you.”

After hearing this, Zhang Tianfang thought for a while and asked, "You mean that unless my head or heart is taken away and destroyed, I won't die? The identity of Buddha Killer will always follow me?"

Sky Buddha nodded and said, "Exactly."

Zhang Tianfang was furious and went berserk again, jumped up and cursed: "Unlucky old monk, can you tell me sooner? Will it not hurt to gouge out the palm and cut off the hand? You still toss me twice? Fang Jian, let me go, I'm going to kill him. "

Fang Jian was in so much pain that he tried his best to control the lunatic. He was too tired to speak, but the lunatic still had the strength to jump up and scream, so he simply let go and sat down to rest: "I'm exhausted, go kill me."

Zhang Tianfang was taken aback: "Aren't you going to stop me?" "Idiots are the ones stopping you." Fang Jian sat on the ground panting.

Zhang Tianfang picked up the ghost knife, looked at the ghost head in the white mist in the sky, and talked to the old monk: "Let's say it first, I will kill you, you can't take away the ghost emperor."

Song Yunyi and Cheng Xi'er were all concerned about Zhang Ai. At this time, Fang Jian's monsters were not there, so he rushed out of the igloo to take a look. Seeing that none of the four were injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.Cheng Xi'er was clever, knowing that Zhang was afraid that the three of them would not be able to kill him if they joined forces, he must be a master, so it would be better to make friends, so he made a cup of tea and brought it to the old monk: "Master, please use tea."

The master glanced at Cheng Xi'er, took the teacup and praised: "What an exquisite woman." He saw through Cheng Xi'er's thoughts at a glance.

Zhang Tianfang was not happy when he heard the words, and roared angrily: "Linglong, you're a traitor, you don't give me any tea."

Fang Jiankuang wondered why this guy was so energetic, and asked, "Aren't you tired?"