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Zhao Zhu knelt on the icy ground. At this time, he didn't know what he was thinking about in his heart. Is it remorse? Shame? Is it shameless? Or heartache?

In short, it's very complicated. Zhao Zhu used to feel that he was very open to his feelings, especially when he was playing the game a few years ago, when he was handsome and rich, and changing a girlfriend was like watching the lights on a horse, he never thought that I am a seed of infatuation, and I have always felt that this title has nothing to do with me at all. Women are clothes. I wear them when I need them. Keep buying new clothes.

Until later, when he met Qingzi, and then met Qin Tiantian and Su Jiner, Zhao Zhu felt that he would also give his sincerity. It turned out that in this life, he could also feel the feeling of truly loving someone; even, for Qin Tiantian, and for himself His family, Zhao Zhu made the decision to quit the circle, give up the pursuit of the so-called true supreme power, quit, be an ordinary person, do not need to be afraid, accompany his wife, and have children in the future, you can drive the car every day. His children go to school, and he takes his children and his wife out to play during the holidays. Zhao Zhu used to sneer at the ordinary life, but now for Zhao Zhu, it is so expected and precious.

Perhaps, this is a kind of maturity after life and death experiences.

However, Zhao Zhu himself did not expect that in his memory that does not exist now, there is still a girl like this. From the beginning to the end, she has been guarding herself, silently, completely indifferent. She left traces, but her dedication to herself and her commitment to that relationship were so heavy that even if she forgot who she was. But she will never forget to protect those she loves.

Chen Yuxin's prayer voice gradually became lower, and in the end, the incense burned out, and the image completely dissipated.

But Zhao Zhu still didn't get up. He knelt here for nearly half an hour. Then, he took a deep breath, put one hand on the ground, and stood up.

Heart, very lost. very lost;

Every time he approached this girl's figure and voice, Zhao Zhu's heart always had a feeling of being dug out abruptly.

Shaking his head and forcibly adjusting his thoughts from his grief, Zhao Zhu looked back at the Buddha statue;

The monkey said that the spirits of the entire sect are on the top of the Nine Spirit Pagoda, and it seems that it should be in this Buddha statue.

Zhao Zhu looked at the Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue's sympathetic eyes also looked at Zhao Zhu, and a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Zhu's mouth. There was also a smile on the corner of the Buddha statue's mouth;

The scene is very harmonious;

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhu put his hands together and did not kneel down again. Kneeling to Chen Yuxin's phantom is because Zhao Zhu really owes her, and owes too much, that kneeling. It was more that Zhao Zhu asked for peace of mind for himself. As for the Buddha statue, Zhao Zhu felt that he had nothing to kneel down. For a person who only pays attention to the Dharma but not the Buddha, it is nonsense to say how sincere he is in his heart.

Although Zhao Zhu has a very high level of tantra cultivation, in the real world, it would be a living Buddha descending into the world, but he does not have much respect for the Buddha in his heart. Zhao Zhu will also practice magic power without hesitation. The reason is that.

The smile of the Buddha statue became more and more obvious, and it became more and more strange. For a time, the Buddha statue in front of Zhao Zhu seemed to come alive, and the picture in front of Zhao Zhu began to distort. He seemed to see countless resentful souls in Avici Hell. In the roar, all kinds of heart-wrenching screams filled the surroundings, and the **** aura was so strong that it seemed that it could be turned into drops of water.

The gloomy wind is blowing, and the ghosts are everywhere;

A Buddha slowly walked out of the Avici Hell. He held a pestle in his left hand and a whip in his right. The Buddha's light rippling all over his body, but he was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were filled with endless compassion.

After a while, he seemed to see Zhao Zhu, who was looking at him in front of him. The Buddha put the demon-subduing pestle aside, and the demon-subduing pestle just floated there. A few ghostly hands tried to steal the demon-subduing pestle, but they touched the demon-subduing pestle. The pestle made a scream and disappeared.

This is the majesty of the Buddha, this is the power of the Buddha;

With one hand in front of the Buddha, he made a Buddha salute to Zhao Zhu and said:

"My Buddha is merciful."

Under the Buddha's seal, all the ghosts and ghosts retreated, as if even the Avici Hell seemed a lot more ethereal at this time. This is the sound of great compassion, full of an expression, containing a kind of detachment, revealing a kind of transcendence and harmony. self.

This is not a Buddha statue stacked with donkey dung eggs in a mundane temple, this is a real Buddha, a Buddha from hell, a **** Buddha.

Zhao Zhu put his hands together, his face serious, and responded:

"Amitabha."

The Buddha had a smile on his face, and Zhao Zhu also had a smile on his face.

The Buddha made a gesture of invitation, but Zhao Zhu stood still and shook his head gently.

The smile on the Buddha's face became more intense, and he said:

"Who will go to **** if I don't go to hell?"

"Go back to the shore."

This is the Buddha's invitation to Zhao Zhu, but it is obvious that Zhao Zhu refused. He is not as noble as the Buddha. For the sake of peace in the world, he personally suppressed him in hell, so that evil ghosts could not cause harm to the world. Zhao Zhu is not that high. Integrity, not so great dedication.

"My hands are full of blood, where is the shore?" Buddha asked.

"The shore is in Lingshan." Zhao Zhu replied.

"There is no Buddha in Lingshan." The Buddha said again.

"The Buddha is you." Zhao Zhu pointed to the Buddha in front of him.

"I am Buddha?"

"Of course."

"it is good."

A series of Buddhist words and Zen machines kept saying from the mouths of Buddha and Zhao Zhu, and for a while, the Buddha's light flashed on the nine-story spiritual pagoda.

This is a greeting, a reply, if Zhao Zhu's answer is slightly dissatisfied, the Buddha will take action to suppress Zhao Zhu.

This is an incomprehensible artistic conception, similar to when the white fox Xuan Xuan forced Zhao Zhu into the confrontation of Buddhism when he was in the old forest in the northeast, and this time, it was the same.

The danger in it is not that the parties cannot understand it at all.

Buddha is very satisfied with Zhao Zhu, because he himself has been suppressing **** all the year round, and his hands are full of blood. He is not a Buddha with spiritual cleanliness, and he does not recognize that kind of Buddha, and Zhao Zhu is also a person with a strong smell of blood, so, He loves it.

However, at this moment, right next to Zhao Zhu, an illusory shadow of an old man suddenly appeared. The old man was holding a book without a single word on it, but the old man read it with relish.

The appearance of the old man made the Buddha's face suddenly grim, as if he had seen something he didn't want to see.

"A devil is a devil, and after all, he cannot become a Buddha."

The old man tore off a page of the book and threw it away at will. The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own golden house, and of course there are demons in the book!

This page of the book turned into a ray of light and penetrated into the Buddha's body. The radiance of compassion and compassion in the Buddha's pupils completely disappeared, turning into a crimson evil thought.

"I'm not a Buddha, I'm a demon, I want to slaughter all the Buddhas in the world!"

The pattern of the ninth-story Lingtai began to change greatly. The eight floors below did not change, but the upper one was shrouded in a thick black fog. The thick fog began to expand, expanding to infinity, and it seemed to cover it in an instant. Over the entire sect.

The Buddha has three thousand great worlds, and here is a world of its own.

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Monkey is on the eighth floor, he has been watching from the stairs, hoping that Zhao Zhu will do what he asked for soon, but after waiting for a long time, there is still no movement. If the monkey knows that Zhao Zhu has not done anything, he will just kneel. Kneeling on the ground for more than half an hour, it is estimated that it will directly spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Fortunately, the monkey did not wait too long. Soon, the Buddha's light shone and warmed the world, making it feel very comfortable for such a fierce thing, as if the cold and dirty blood in his body had already emerged at this moment. Warm meaning.

Just when the monkey's face also showed an expression of enjoyment, suddenly, the style of painting changed rapidly, and the surging demonic energy mixed with ghost energy whistled, and the monkey himself was surprised, the hair on his body grew rapidly, and the whole person couldn't help it. Under such terrifying power, the ferocity and brutality hidden in his bones are being ignited step by step.

Moreover, the gray hair on the monkey's body is turning purple little by little, and a higher and more terrifying blood force is surging. At the same time, in his crazy eyes, it gradually becomes clearer , is a kind of dead silence.

Under the corner of the wall behind the monkey, the corpse of the younger sister, which had been carefully placed before, was soaked by the demonic energy. At this time, some changes began to appear. The body not only had a temperature, but even...heartbeat.

Then, the monkey, who should have been ecstatic to see this scene, walked slowly to his little senior sister, stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the female corpse, and lifted it up.

"I woke up... I slept for a long time..." said the monkey.

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Zhao Zhu looked at the old man with the book beside him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He didn't know who he was, but he could tell from his face that he was a Westerner.

At this time, a Westerner suddenly appeared in front of him and suddenly ruined his good situation, but Zhao Zhu didn't feel angry at all. Logically speaking, he should be angry, but he just didn't know why. Not coming.

This old man is as refined and elegant as a great Confucian in ancient China. His eyes are full of wise light, and he seems to be able to see through time far, far away. He is more like a kind elder.

"Xi'an?" Zhao Zhu asked tentatively. Because of Zhu Jianping and his experience of killing so many Western powerhouses before, Zhao Zhu had already heard about "Saint Xi'an".

The old man nodded and admitted his identity.

"Are you **** trying to kill me?"

The old man shook his head, "Wrong, I wanted to save you." (To be continued.)