Poor Monk! Tathagata Madman, Kill Karma and Behead Crime

　　Xuanming Er Lao, Ah Da, Ah Er and others all took a deep breath. They needed thirty-two masters to work together to suppress them. What kind of terrifying characters are they?

　　Cheng Kun sweated lightly on his forehead, and said solemnly: "Mahexie, the original name of the Buddha is Xu Nirvana, he is a disciple of Bodhidharma, and he has shown amazing talent in the seventy-two stunts. The Twelve Secrets of Satan"."

　　"The Twelve Twelve Techniques of Sa'an?? There is no such thing in the intelligence." Zhao Min muttered for a while, questioning a bit.

　　"Yes."

　　Cheng Kun secretly complained, he did not expect to deal with Maha Nie so easily, in order to prevent accidents, it is better to inform in advance.

　　"The Twelve Mantras of Sattva are the three enlightenments of Bodhi, the four righteousness of vajra, and the five realms of Mahabharata. They are the essence of Buddhism and martial arts. When they are successful, golden lotuses spring up from the ground, and the Buddha's light shines. The sound of Buddha is heard in the ears of the Shaolin Temple.

　　He was praised by the Sweeping Monks in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion as the Buddhist martial arts that are not inferior to Yi Jin and Washing Sutra, and the status of Maha Nie has skyrocketed, only below the Sweeping Monks.

　　Called Buddha.

　　Not surprisingly, Maha Nie will be the next abbot, but...everything has changed since he went down the mountain. "

　　Snapped!

　　Snapped!

　　The fan bone slapped like a jade palm, Zhao Min's eyes were full of curiosity, and asked, "The Buddha became a madman, what happened?"

　　Back Mountain Trail.

　　Xuanci and Fangzheng led the remaining monks to rush to Sandu.

　　"After Mahanai descended the mountain, when he encountered someone who accumulated good deeds and deeds, regardless of his status, he would lend a helping hand; when he met someone who was wrong, regardless of his background, he would be punished by Shura's anger!" Xuanci confronted the bewildered disciple. explain.

　　Looking at the ugly little monk Xuzhu with thick eyebrows, big eyes, upturned nostrils, ears catching the wind, and an ugly face, Xuanci felt very cordial in her heart.

　　While walking, patiently explained to him.

　　Xu Zhu scratched his head and said puzzledly: "Abbot, isn't this a good thing? Punishing evil and promoting good is not the way my Buddhism teaches and extradite sentient beings."

　　"Hehe~~"

　　Fang is sneering aside.

　　"If it's normal to punish evil, that's all. Mahasha kills evil by killing people who are willing to take refuge in my Buddha. I don't know how much trouble it has caused Shaolin!"

　　"kill??"

　　Hearing this, Xu Zhu shrank his neck, but he didn't dare to trample on a bug, but Maha Nie actually stopped evil by killing.

　　Listening to Fangzheng's tone, there were a lot of people killed by Mahanai.

　　"The turmoil of Murong in Gusu, three of the four villains - Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan, Yun Zhonghe, Taohua Island abandoned disciple - Heifeng Shuangsha, Songshan Pai Ding Mian, Xue Daomen Baoxiang... It's still famous, and there are countless others."

　　Said last.

　　Fang Zheng shuddered unexpectedly, such a heavy killing karma, even the fire foreman Tuo, who betrayed Shaolin, could not match.

　　Everyone didn't notice that when Ye Erniang was mentioned, a touch of relief and hatred flashed in Xuanci's eyes.

　　Ye Erniang's death, of course, buried Xuanci's secret of committing sexual harassment forever, but it was also a pain in his heart.

　　Ye Erniang was Xuanci's only woman in her life.

　　Inside the Bookstore.

　　The sweeping monk brewed a pot of rough tea and sat at the stone table in front of the courtyard with the magician Pang Ban, talking like old friends.

　　"Buddha has anger, and he also has Dharma-protecting Shura. Xu Nii's killing precepts are not serious, and the power to offend is also a trivial matter."

　　The sweeping monk poured a cup for Pang Ban and said slowly.

　　"The magician is puzzled. Why did he spend a lot of time capturing Xu Nie and imprison him under the Vajra Demon Ring?"

　　Not afraid of the poison, Pang Ban took a sip of tea and said, "I really don't understand. This child's talent is rare in a thousand years, and the youth is full of vigor. It is reasonable to make some mistakes.

　　He was imprisoned in the Vajra Demon Circle, but it killed a genius and made him give birth to a heart of betrayal, all harm and no benefit. "

　　The floor-sweeping monk showed a wry smile on his face, and said, "If it wasn't for love, how could Lao Na go to such extremes. When does the magician think that a person is most powerful?"

　　"belief."

　　Pang Ban's eyes flickered and he was deeply touched, so he burst out.

　　"When a person has faith, he will have extraordinary abilities and surpass ordinary people's actions. As a warrior, he can win a hundred battles, and as a Buddha, he can conquer the world..."

　　The sweeping monk said calmly: "The magician can answer so quickly, which proves that he is also a person with faith. And Xu Nii is also a person with faith."*

Chapter 3

　　The atmosphere in the courtyard was silent for a while.

　　Only the slight rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves came into the ears, as if scratching the bottom of people's hearts, inexplicably restless.

　　Pang Ban broke the silence and asked, "What is his belief?"

　　The sweeping monk folded his hands together, and said with a benevolent brow, "Killing is to protect life, and killing business is not killing people."

　　"Hahaha……"

　　Hearing the words of the floor sweeping monk, Pang Ban was stunned, and immediately laughed happily.

　　"Killing karma and beheading sins is already contrary to the Buddhist concept of putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground.

　　What's more, with his rise, it is reasonable for people in Shaolin to see him unhappy, fall into trouble, and take the opportunity to suppress him. "

　　The sweeping monk closed his eyes and did not speak, which was considered a tacit consent.

　　There are tens of thousands of Shaolin disciples, many factions, intricate and sophistry, even he can't interfere with domineering, he can only turn a blind eye.

　　Gudong!

　　Pang Ban drank a sip of rough tea and said with a smile, "I am becoming more and more curious about Mahayana. If there is a chance, I will definitely introduce him to the Holy Sect, or I may take over my mantle."

　　"I'm afraid the magician will be in vain." The floor sweeper shook his head and said.

　　"Ha... How do you know if you don't try it?"

　　……

　　After listening to the statement from Completion Kun, Zhao Min was very curious about the famous Mahabharata, and also despised Shaolin.

　　With ridicule on Zhao Min's face, he said contemptuously, "It's not to guide him, but because of his self-created "Twelve Twelve Techniques of Sasha", he was detained under the circle of King Kong.

　　In addition to enlightenment and conversion, daily chanting also hinders the practice of Mahavira, preventing him from improving his realm and getting out of trouble.

　　Shaolin's surface is bright and upright, but secretly there are many ghosts and villains.There are indeed many people who make a name for themselves. "

　　"Yes."

　　Cheng Kun responded with an embarrassed expression, including him.

　　Shortly after.

　　When Zhao Min and his party came to Tallinn, Xuanci and Fang Zheng, more than a thousand monks, were already waiting.

　　Xuanci stood in the center and said solemnly: "Master Zhao, retreat. There are three uncles here, equivalent to thirty-two masters, and we must not be taken down in a short time.

　　As time drags on, the aid from the rivers and lakes will come, causing a dead end for the donor to be attacked from both sides. "

　　You must know that the people within [-] miles of Songshan Mountain are all Shaolin tenants, and nearly half are Shaolin lay disciples.

　　When they saw Shaolin in distress, they would definitely ask for help.

　　"Two days."

　　Zhao Min Yurong smiled, calmly.

　　"This is the fastest time for the famous sects to arrive. It takes time to ask for help. The major sects are not fools and will not come alone. It also takes time to gather people."

　　Xuan Ci's heart was cold.

　　Zhao Min talked eloquently, and it has been arranged properly, and he is sure to kill them all within one day.

　　Right at this moment...

　　Under the well prison, there was a deep and somewhat mocking voice.

　　"Xuanci, you are still the abbot of Shaolin, and you still don't know that after you die, the evil will recite the "Sutra of Rebirth" for you."

　　"Maha evil! Don't want cholera!" Fang Zheng scolded angrily.

　　"is it?"

　　Mahanai sits cross-legged, eyes closed, hands on his knees, and his posture is calm and high, which is hard to find in Shaolin.

　　"It's been a long time, the sad and crisp breeze of Xixia Yipintang."

　　"Sad and crisp breeze!" Xuanci's body shook violently, her face paled a little, and she shouted: "Everyone hold their breath! Don't..."

　　The speech is not over.

　　Xuanci felt a dizziness in his mind, which was the reason for his deep roots.

　　Except Fangzheng, Xuanbei... a few elder-level old monks, the rest of the monks were weak in limbs and collapsed to the ground.

　　Whoa!

　　Zhao Min opened the folding fan with one hand, shook it gently, and said, "The sad and crisp breeze has been improved by me, and the poisoned person no longer sobs and tears, even if they are poisoned, they don't know."

　　"Demon girl!" Xuanci gritted her teeth in hatred.

　　Zhao Min looked at the well prison and praised: "Master Xu Nie can distinguish the sad and crisp breeze, and no one present can be left behind by the master, Zhao Min admires it."

　　Maha Nie said calmly: "There is no nirvana in the world, only Maha Nie. On the way to rebirth, with all the monks accompanying, it is not lonely."

　　"Haha... Master is so elegant." Zhao Min raised his left hand with a smile, signaling the accompanying elites to do it.

　　In the blink of an eye, he looked at the second elder Xuanming, Ku Toutuo and the others.

　　"You entangle Sandu, the rest...kill!"

　　The words fell.

　　shhhhhh! !

　　A dense rain of arrows poured down, densely packed. Even if the three-way iron cables were intertwined, the airflow within a radius of ten feet solidified like glue, and it was impossible to block them all.

　　The flowers bloomed, and hundreds of monks became dead souls.