Fantasy: Jinyi Shenwei, starting from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun

Hui Hai's speed is fast.

Without stopping along the way, he rushed towards the direction of the ancient temple in the mountains.

There were also stops on the way.

However, he only stayed for a moment, and then set off again, leaving only a few defeated robbers behind him whose hearts were missing.

Soon.

A potholed official road appears ahead, and a path beside the road leads to the temple on the hill.

"Buddha? Hey! A

vague sneer came from Hui Hai's mouth.

He immediately turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the path.

Boom!

With an explosion, the temple gate shattered, and broken wood splashed out in all directions.

"What man!?"

Loud shouts suddenly came from the monastery, and several monks walked quickly.

They saw the broken gate and frowned.

When they raised their heads and wondered who had made this move, they suddenly saw a monster covered in bone spurs with a hideous face!

The monks' faces changed drastically.

Devil!?

But suddenly, they felt that the face of this monster was a little familiar!

"Hui, Hui Hai!?"

Some monks recognized Hui Hai and exclaimed.

"Amitabha, Huihai, how did you become like this?"

But at this time.

Hui Hai had long lost all reason, and was already full of hatred for the so-called Buddha who was high above.

At this time, as soon as I heard several monks chanting the Buddha's trumpet, I suddenly became murderous.

"Die!"

"Damn it!"

"Buddha be damned! You all deserve to die!

He muttered urgently.

The words did not fall.

Boom!

Huihai's figure disappeared.

The voices of several monks stopped abruptly, their bodies stiffened, and a large hole appeared in their chests.

Blood gushed out, staining the monk's robe red.

Plop a few times.

The monks' eyes were full of disbelief, and they slowly fell to the ground.

The next scene was what Xu Qing had seen at the beginning.

Hui Hai killed when he saw people, and rushed all the way towards the location of the Great Hall of Glory.

A monk collapsed in a pool of blood, his heart missing.

The temple is not without warrior monks.

But most of them have low strength, and many of them are just entering the product.

Where will it be Huihai's opponent!

Their hearts all entered Hui Hai's stomach.

The monks scattered, but were soon overtaken by Hui Hai.

Poof!

The claw directly penetrated the body, penetrating the monk's body, and there was an extra bright red heart that was still beating on the claw.

It didn't take long.

The familiar hall appeared ahead.

In the treasure hall, the old monk sat in it, his face was compassionate, as if he had not heard the screams outside.

At a glance, Hui Hai saw the Buddha statue and the old monk sitting in the hall.

After a low roar.

He rushed forward.

The blood-stained foot landed in the main hall, imprinting a shocking blood-colored footprint on the ground.

"Why?"

I don't know if I was asking the Buddha on the throne or the old monk.

The old monk opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said.

"Amitabha."

"Why!?"

Huihai's volume was raised a lot, and her voice was full of pain and anger.

"Why do those bad people live well, but those good people always suffer!"

"Why can those people do evil and kill others at will, but they can enjoy prosperity and wealth?"

"Why do poor people have to suffer, toiling all their lives, without food and clothing, while those who enjoy all day can always be prosperous and carefree?"

"They have been worshipping Buddha all their lives, and they have never done anything bad, but why... Why did it become the plate of those scum !?

"Why? Why!

Huihai's voice grew louder and louder, and she asked sharply.

His facial features twisted, and he opened his mouth and roared angrily.

"Buddha? Shitty Buddha!

"If it is really a Buddha, if there is a Buddha, why did he not appear when his followers were suffering, and let them end up so miserably??

The old monk's body shook for a moment.

From Huihai's words just now, he already knew the end of Huihai's parents and relatives.

With a sympathetic face, he looked up at the golden statue in front of him.

He...... I don't know why.

The old monk, who had solved countless puzzles for the little monk, was also stumped by the little monk's problem at this time.

Why exactly?

The old monk looked at the golden elephant of Buddha and fell into deep thought.

Why?

That's a good question.

This is a question that he cannot answer.

The old monk suddenly felt that eating and praying Buddha in this life seemed to have no meaning.

According to the words of the Buddhist scriptures.

This seems to be....

He subconsciously silently pronounced it.

"All beings have cause and effect, past causes, present ... Nichigo? "

Cause and effect, cause and effect.

Is this really the case?

When Hui Hai heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into blood.

"Cause and effect of shit!"

He drank violently, and a tyrannical killing intent surged in his heart.

Shout!

The claw reached out and directly removed the old monk's head!

Burst!

Blood gushed wildly.

Huihai was completely mad, opening his blood basin and nibbling on the old monk's body.

Suddenly.

He raised his head sharply again, looked at the golden elephant of Buddha on the side, and sneered.

"Hey, this is definitely your devout believer, right? I shot in your face, and you were still indifferent!

Hui Hai laughed.

The next moment, the smile converged, and his face was full of madness and indifference.

"Buddha?"

"I'll fuck Buddha!"

Saying that, he jumped and swung his claws.

Bang!

The head on the golden statue of Buddha was broken, rolled off the golden body, and tumbled several times before stopping in the courtyard outside.

And at this time.

In the entire temple, except for Hui Hai, there is not a single living creature!

He stood in the blood and looked fixedly at the broken Buddha's head.

Gradually.

The blood light on his body dissipated, and the bone spurs withdrew into his body.

At this time, it was as if he had a great understanding.

All emotions quietly subsided.

Huihai's face became peaceful, her face full of compassion, her hands folded, and she whispered to herself.

"A person is an unawakened Buddha, and a Buddha is an awakened person."

"Clear light on the pure mountain, today I know that I am me."

"From today onwards, I am my own Buddha!"

There was a Buddha light on him.

"Wrong, this world is wrong, everyone is wrong."

"What's the point of for that momentary pleasure?"

"A true Buddha should let his people and his followers live a perfect life, and the Buddha country where the Buddha is located should be a perfect country."

"There is no distinction between poverty and poverty, no disease, no war, no bad things!"

"Everyone is their own Buddha! Everyone has their own ideal country!

Hui Hai whispered to herself, moved her steps, and slowly walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

A gentle breeze blows, caressing the broken monk's robes.

His words drifted in the wind, and seemed to blow into the distance with the wind.

Huihai walked all the way.

I don't know how long has passed.

At the end of the road, a huge city appears on the horizon.