At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

In the distance, nine horses were galloping, neighing and splashing yellow sand, and the people sitting on the horses were also monks.

However, the monk robes on them showed that they were not monks from the Western Regions, but monks from the Central Plains.

At this time, Wang Rensun, who was silently guarding in front of the old site of Dafenyin Temple, stood barefoot and shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Ruolin.

"Child, they are not what you can deal with, retreat for now..."

He was about to say something to let Xiao Ruolin retreat, but when he saw the bloody smell in the air and looked at the jungle, he suddenly closed his mouth.

He stared at the white-haired boy, and in a trance, he actually saw a sea of ​​blood and corpses on him.

Even though he was a fake monk with blood on his hands and even though he had broken the precept of killing, he was shocked by the scene.

It was not until Xiao Ruolin's words that pulled him out of the illusion and into reality, "These monks don't look like locals."

Wang Rensun panted heavily, with a look of shock on his face. He raised his head and looked forward.

This time, he didn't talk much nonsense with Xiao Ruolin, because he found that he didn't seem to have the qualifications.

"They are the seven great Buddhist and Taoist masters of Jiulong Temple, all of whom are Buddhist monks. It seems that we are in trouble." Wang Rensun frowned.

Then, he carried the sword and strode forward: "Back then, because I had no choice, I did something that made me regret for the rest of my life. Now I don't want to regret it again."

Wang Rensun swung the sword, his eyes wide open, and chopped at the seven great Buddhist and Taoist masters who were rushing over.

The shocking sword intent, along with the sword force that swept in all directions, raised a cloud of dust.

Dust and smoke rolled, and blood suddenly appeared.

The seven Buddhist monks immediately jumped up, abandoning their horses and flying into the air. The moment they stood up, the sword force split their mounts in half.

The blood rain poured down, dyeing the entire yellow land red.

"Wow! You dodged quickly. I thought you killed them with one sword." Wang Rensun sneered.

The seven great masters of Buddhism are: Dajue, Dahuai, Dawei, Daguan, Dame, Dawang and Dapu.

These seven are all great Zen masters of Buddhism. They are all well-known in Buddhism and admired by thousands of people.

As soon as they landed, they each sat cross-legged and meditated with their eyes slightly closed, as if they had entered a state of enlightenment.

The leading Zen Master Dajue, wearing a yellow cassock, slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the corpses everywhere, he chanted the Buddha's name quietly: "Anita Buddha!"

The six Zen masters behind him couldn't help sighing, unable to bear to look at the scene in front of them.

Zen Master Dajue sighed, looking at Wang Rensun with helplessness: "Venerable Faye has been in Buddhism for ten years, and has already put down the butcher knife. Why is he killing again today?"

Obviously, he mistakenly thought that the dead killers in the jungle were all killed by Wang Rensun.

Wang Rensun did not deny it, but he couldn't help but look down on the great masters of Buddhism in front of him.

The real murderer was right next to him. As a Buddhist monk, he couldn't even see this?

The murderous aura of the young man next to him was about to overflow from his body, but none of these monks could see it. Their practice was still shallow.

Sure enough! Only Wangyou is the real great master of Buddhism.

"I wanted to become a monk to atone for my sins, but I finally found that I could only atone for my sins if I held the knife until the last moment." Wang Rensun held the long knife horizontally in his hand.

After all, he could not give up strong alcohol and put down the butcher knife.

"Venerable Faye, you have committed too many sins." Zen Master Dajue looked solemn, with his brows furrowed, like a furious Vajra.

"You are a monk, but you have a lot of murderous aura." Wang Rensun grinned.

Zen Master Dajue shook his head, and then said to the two people behind him: "Wuchan, you are responsible for stopping him with Mr. Tang from Xueyue City, and we will go to deal with the demon monk inside."

This demon monk was obviously talking about Wuxin. Wuchan felt very uncomfortable when the other party said this about his junior brother, and Tang Lian also felt helpless after hearing about Wuxin from Wuchan.

The two people were worried, jumped up, and stood on the opposite side of Wang Rensun.

"Send two little kids to deal with me, Dajue monk, you really look down on me!" Wang Rensun sneered.

Dajue Zen Master did not respond to him, but said to the people beside him: "Let's go in, we can't let that evil monk do whatever he wants."

The six Zen masters nodded, and then the seven of them stood up and strode towards the ruined temple until a white-haired boy blocked their way.

"Ami

Buddha! Why did this donor stop us? "Master Dajue frowned slightly, with a hint of hostility between his eyebrows.

Bang!

Xiao Ruolin placed the sword box heavily in front of him and said lightly: "You can't touch the man inside."

Finally, his bad habit of shaking the sword box did not happen again in the cracks of the sword box.

Unable to bear it again and again, the sword box finally collapsed, revealing the dozen crystal clear swords inside.

The famous swords floated in the air, as if they had lost their homes, and spun rapidly around Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin was also confused. The sword box was a gift from others.

It was broken by him, what should he do?

Surrounded by famous swords, Master Dajue finally realized that the white-haired boy in front of him was not a good guy, and the condensed sword force had already shown it.

The boy in front of him was definitely not a good guy.

"Set up the formation! "

With his loud shout, the six Zen masters were stunned for a moment, and then they formed a formation.

Seven people sat cross-legged in the middle, some glared, some closed their eyes and pretended to sleep, and some smiled kindly without saying a word...

The Buddhist formation, the true form of the Arhat formation!

"The formation is not weak, but how good is the Tao." Xiao Ruolin said faintly.

Eleven long swords flew out, and a simple combined force of the sword broke through the Arhat formation of the seven Zen masters.

"Puff!" Zen Master Dajue suddenly spit out blood and looked at the other party with a frightened face.