Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter Eighteen Three Hits of the Bones

"Old witch, is your daughter a bone spirit?"

Fa Hai's eyes were like electricity, staring at her coldly and asking questions.

The old woman's pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes were inexplicably flustered and erratic.

Fahai sneered, "Old witch, the poor monk had transformed into a bone spirit yesterday. I don't know if she is your daughter."

"No, it's not."

The old witch panicked, waved her hand to deny, and stumbled back.

"I ask you again, is the bone spirit your daughter."

Fahai's momentum is pressing.

"She, she is not, my daughter is a human, how could she be a bone spirit."

The old witch explained vaguely.

"If she is not your daughter, the poor monk has never seen your daughter."

Hearing this, the old witch nodded sadly, "You, since you haven't seen my daughter, then, then I will look for it elsewhere."

"Why bother to leave when you come."

Fahai jumped and stopped the old witch.

The old witch was terrified and pointed at Fahai, "You, you are a monk, what do you want to do?"

"Monster, is it fun to provoke poor monks?"

Fahai's eyes were cold, pinching Yin Jue to shoot at the face of the old witch, "Dawei Tianlong, Blessed Ksitigarb, Vajra Buddhas, break the law!"

The Buddha's light was overflowing, and the old witch screamed miserably, and flew out and knocked down the sutra building.

"Yesterday your daughter was superseded by the poor monk, and today you came to die again. Who gave you the confidence to dare to be wild in front of the poor monk?"

The old witch screamed in horror, "You killed the old daughter?"

"It's the poor monk who superseded himself."

Fahai's eyes remained unchanged, calmly, "You and others are very hostile, and they don't know how to repent, and they die."

"Old man fights with you!"

The old witch pounced on Fahai with her teeth and claws.

"court death!"

Fa Hai's heart was murderous.

The Qingtian Zen stick hit the ground, and the majestic Buddha power poured out, the ground vibrated, and terrifying cracks spread out.

The old witch had not yet approached Fahai, she had already been shot out by the Buddha's light.

Fa Hai stepped forward and appeared behind her, slapped her handprint on the old witch's back and knocked her into the sky. Then he jumped up, and another palm fell on the old witch's abdomen.

The old witch fell to the ground, her demonic air was lost, and she groaned and groaned in pain.

Fa Hai stared at her coldly, "The poor monk is very curious, what more tricks you can play."

The old witch suddenly laughed gloomily and mocked: "Monk, you are not good at mana. You failed to save me yesterday, and you can't catch me today."

Fahai is as solid as a rock, immovable.

"Old witch, do you think a few words can shake the hearts of poor monks and Buddhas?"

"haha, really?"

The old witch didn't believe it, so she wanted to challenge her. She waved her hand, and a pale demonic air filled her. A slutty-dressed woman swayed, vomiting temptation.

"Monk, um, come and be happy."

"Monk, I can't wait."

"Monk, do you think I'm pretty?"

...

The sound of the unrest is unbearable.

"How dare the carving insects behave in front of the poor monks?"

Fahai clasped his hands together, his face was cold, his hands turned towards the sky, and the vast Buddha light emerged.

"broken!"

The woman who scratched/shouzed her screams.

The demon spirit receded.

The figure of the old witch appeared.

"The roots of the wisdom of the poor monk, the Buddha's heart is tough, and the dust is not stained. You want to confuse you with your tricks?

Fahai raised his hand and patted the old witch. Under the power of King Kong, the old witch's body suddenly turned into powder.

Then, there was a trace of spirit to escape.

Fahai didn't chase him, he wanted to know what other tricks the bone spirit could play.

Yan Chixia was confused, and she couldn't help herself.

"Amitabha! Wake up!"

Fahaikou recites the Buddha's name, Yan Chixia wakes up like a big dream, and the color of jealousy flashes in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and whispered: "Master, what happened to me just now?"

"The Taoist leader is deeply trapped in the illusion of the bone essence structure."

Yan Chixia's face was horrified. If the illegal sea awakens him, he is afraid that he will go crazy and fall into illusion forever.

"Thank you, Master, for helping me."

Fahai nodded, turned and walked into the hall.

Yan Chixia looked at his back, shaking her heart.

He now felt more and more that he couldn't see through Fahai.

Before meeting for the first time, he felt that Fahai's cultivation was almost the same as himself. However, after enlightenment, he can appreciate the depth of Fahai Buddhism.

At a young age, he has cultivated deep and deep Buddhism.

The root of wisdom of heaven.

The world of demon spirits has no day and night, and it is gray from beginning to end.

Fahai and the others left Lanruo Ancient Temple and continued to search for the whereabouts of evildoers in the world of demon spirits.

I don't know how long I have been away, the cry of sorrow and sorrow sounded, it is creepy.

Fahai frowned.

"Master, do you want to check it out?"

Yan Chixia asked in a low voice.

Fahai nodded, "Go, maybe it's the trick of the white bone spirit."

Following the cry, a thatched cottage appeared in front of him.

Fahai could see everything at a glance.

The thatched house is transformed by the evil spirits.

In the hut there is an old man who is sad, washing his face with tears.

Fahai waved his arm, breaking the demon spirit, and striding in.

Dao Tong glanced in doubt, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what is the master going to do?"

"Drop demons and slay demons."

Yan Chixia said solemnly.

"Amitabha!"

Fahai stared at the old man with eyes flashing like electricity, "Monster, we meet again."

The old man raised his head tremblingly, his face full of exhaustion, like a pale cloud and white dog, "Fa, Master, what are you talking about?"

"Are you waiting for your daughter and wife to come back?"

Fahai asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yeah, did the Master meet their mother and daughter? The three of us depend on each other. Although the days are hard, we can still have enough food and clothing. But the old daughter did not come back after going out, so my wife went to look for her, but as soon as we went..."

The old man cried sadly, the listener was sad, the listener cried.

"Old man, did your family of three be caught here by evildoers?"

Yan Chixia and Dao Tong walked in.

Tao Tong couldn't bear to see the old man's heartbroken look.

"More than 20 years ago, the old man and his wife went into the mountain to collect medicine, and they came here by accident. Then they couldn't go out anymore and simply lived here. After the daughter was born, we had no other thoughts, and we wanted to The daughter is raised."

"Who, who knows, the mother and daughter didn't come back after they went out, it must have been eaten by the monster."

The old man burst into tears.

Fa Hai stared at the old man with a torch, and said: "The poor monk conquered a mother and daughter at Lanruo Ancient Temple. I don't know if they are your wife and daughter."

The old man trembled with anger, and anger appeared on his tired face, "You, you killed the old daughter and wife?"

"It should be correct."

Fahai nodded.

"You damned thief monk, why did my daughter's wife offend you, you are so cruel and hurt the killer?"

The old man grabbed his cane and hit Fahai.

"Niezhang, come and provoke the poor monks again and again, are you forcing the poor monks to kill?"

Fahai was furious, raised his palm, and the Buddha's light flashed.

Dao Tong stepped forward and stopped in front of Fahai, "Master, you, are you in a demon? He is clearly an old man, what kind of evil is there."

"Master, how could you kill his daughter and wife?"

Dao Tong's low mana, how can he see through the conspiracy of the bone spirit.

Fahai stared at him scorchingly.

It's a pity that he is not Tang Seng, nor is he Monkey King. The Bone Spirit took the initiative to come to provoke him, and he was alive.

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