Marquis of Grand Xia

Chapter 1368 The Buddha and the Devil

Western Buddhist circles, between wild mountains and wild hills, thousands of Tsing Yi monks walked with a zen stick in hand, exorcising evil spirits.

"Old man, can you make some vegetarian meals?"

In front of a small courtyard, the ascetic monk stopped and looked at the old man in the courtyard and said.

In the small courtyard, the old man saw the Tsing Yi monks outside, opened the fence made of wood, and said, "Master please come in."

"Thank you uncle."

Tsing Yi monks thanked and walked into the hospital.

"The old man gives some food to the master."

The old man took the bowl in the hands of the monk and walked toward the house with a trembling motion.

Not long ago, the old man came with the food and handed it to the monk in front of him.

"Thank you."

Tsing Yi monks took their meals and began to eat with a tired look.

The old man stood aside and watched the monk eat gorgeously. He looked calm and did not have too many strange colors.

This is not the first time he has seen these ascetic monks. These monks are good people, who exorcise evil spirits and are admired by the world.

Tsing Yi monks did not stay much after eating fast food and got up and left.

The old man was sent to the hospital and watched the monks leave.

Among the wild mountains and wilderness, most of them are monsters. Some pedestrians are scared by monsters. Ten passes and ten pass pass. The traces of these monsters are exposed. Soon, there will be Tsing Yi monks coming to conquer these evil monsters.

Ascetic monks never accept the silver money of the people, at most they can only spend a bowl of vegetarian food, and it is for this reason that the ascetic monks in the Western Buddhist world are highly respected.

But somehow, there are far more evils and spirits in the Western Buddhist realm than in other parts of the God Realm. Thousands and hundreds of Tsing Yi monks are dispatched together, and they can't do anything evil.

The old man sent the monk away shortly. Outside the courtyard, the figure of plain clothes with white hair came and looked at the mountain in front, and the cold eyes flashed the different colors.

I heard that there is a large temple in this mountain, which is a famous Buddhist temple nearby. There is an old monk in the temple.

Turns on the light for the magical instrument, and ascends the soul to the sky, it is not surprising. However, if you become a Buddha, you ca n’t do it by ordinary Buddhas.

"Fairy, haven't you arrived yet?"

Ning Chen's shoulder, the little gourd pulled a strand of hair and asked.

"almost."

Ning Chen looked at the majestic mountain ahead and answered.

"Monster!"

At this time, in the small courtyard, the old man saw the little man talking on the shoulder of the white-haired man outside the courtyard, and was afraid.

The little gourd heard the old man's shout, looked at him with big eyes, pouted, and said, "I am not a monster."

"Monster."

The old man stepped back, and after three or two steps, he quickly turned and ran back to the house.

"Fairy."

The little gourd was very wronged and said, "I am not a monster."

"Little gourd is a fairy, of course not a monster."

Ning Chen's cold face smiled and responded.

Hearing the master's consolation, Xiao Hulu quickly regained his mood and played with himself.

Ning Chen glanced at the small courtyard next to it, and thought about it thoughtfully, and immediately walked towards the mountain ahead.

Buddhism, only people from Buddhism come here.

Ascetic monks?

Ning Chen took the small gourd into the mountains. As soon as he entered the forest, the small gourd seemed to enter his own home, running happily with bare feet everywhere.

"Be careful not to encounter beasts and eat you up."

Behind, Ning Chen said to remind.

"I am not afraid of beasts."

The little gourd turned around and continued to run forward happily.

Ningchen followed behind without any hassle, gazing at the mountains in front of him, looking for the traces of the legendary temple.

Unknowingly, half a day passed, the sun set down, and the sky quickly dimmed in the mountains and forests.

"Ghost!"

When the sky was dark, the young gourd's voice sounded sharp and harsh in front.

Ning Chen heard the words, frowning slightly, and walked over.

In the woods in front, the small gourd flew back quickly, hugged the arm of the former, and said, "Immortal, there are ghosts."

"Not afraid."

Ning Chen comforted softly and stepped forward.

In the woods, the dozens of white phantoms floating in the woods are all women, with their tongues sticking out, which is terrifying.

Among the many innocent souls, the Tsing Yi monk stood holding a zen stick, and his body was filled with buddha power, blocking the ghost spirit.

"Fairy, many ghosts."

Little gourd hid behind Ning Chen, whispered.

"Not a ghost."

Ning Chen calmly said, "It is the soul of injustice."

"What is the soul of injustice?"

Little gourd puzzled.

"I don't die before I die, and my three souls don't go away after death."

Ning Chen said lightly that these women, like the women outside the broken temple, did not die normally. It seems that this seemingly peaceful Western Buddhist world is not a pure land.

In front of many innocent souls, the Tsing Yi monk stood the scepter aside, his hands merged, he recited the mantra, and began to dispel the injustice around him.

The monk chanted the scriptures, the golden light filled, and the innocent souls around screamed immediately.

The ghost spirit gradually dissipated, and dozens of innocent souls returned to their original appearance. They were all women of the twenty-eighth year, the age of Fenghua Zhengmao, and died with hatred.

"Fate for life."

The ghost gas dissipated, and dozens of innocent souls knelt down to beg for mercy, and their expression was full of fear.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, and his body was full of buddha power. Without any mercy, he continued to recite the scriptures, wanting to save all these injustice.

"Ok?"

At this moment, the Tsing Yi monk's expression was shocked, his eyes looked at the figure of white hair coming forward, his eyes condensed.

this is?

Magic!

The real demon, the Tsing Yi monk is alert and nervous.

In front of, dozens of innocent souls appeared and immediately fled in all directions.

"Amitabha!"

The monk in Tsing Yi looked cold, reached out to hold the Zen stick, and immediately took a fierce meal.

In an instant, the monks killed, the Buddha's power was pervasive, and all the innocent souls were instantly dispelled.

"Why kill them?"

Ningchen stepped forward and asked calmly.

The monk in Tsing Yi sank, and said, "The lone soul and the wild ghosts, torturing the world, the Buddha cannot tolerate it."

Ning Chen heard it, nodded gently, and said, "What about the devil?"

"Just do it!"

The monks in Tsing Yi revealed the murderous opportunity, said.

"Go well."

After speaking, Ning Chen walked past the monk, and Jianguang rose silently, with no signs.

The monk of the monk in Tsing Yi, the sword marks appeared, and soon the blood spewed, staining the red mountain forest.

"Why did Xianchang kill him?" Xiao Hulu puzzled.

"Why did he kill those innocent souls?" Ning Chen did not answer, but asked.

"Because ghosts harm people." Xiao Hulu replied.

"Why do ghosts harm people?" Ning Chen continued to ask.

The little gourd heard that the small head was suddenly not enough for the answer.

"Because I want to live."

Ning Chen calmly said, "It's like a fierce beast will prey on cattle and sheep, the purpose is just to live."

The small gourd face was dazed, and it made sense, but also felt a little unclear.

"No need to think so much."

Ning Chen smiled, "I don't kill him, he will find a way to kill me. Buddha and demon can't coexist."

When the monk in Tsing Yi died, deep in the forest, in the temple, the old Buddha opened his eyes, looked at the front, and a stream of streamer flashed.

Magic?

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The night was dark, the mountains were dark and dark, and the moonlight was difficult to shine.

Ning Chen walked with the small gourd in the mountains and all the way to the depths of the mountains.

Cold night, the cold wind blew through, the cold biting, the small gourd was hiding in Ning Chen's collar, his big eyes looked around and he dared not come out.

Walked for about two hours, deep in the forest, Ning Chen stepped forward, looking at the temple in front of the mountainside, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ning Chen stepped on his feet, and his figure rose into the air.

The demon is close, the mountainside, the golden light is flourishing, trying to stop the devil from approaching.

However, the white-haired demon, cultivated as a shocking world, entered the golden light without any effect.

In the temple, the old monk felt it, and looked down.

Outside the temple, Ning Chen came to bathe in the Buddha's light and reached out to push the door of the temple.

Squeaked, the door opened, Ning Chen stepped into it, in front of the hall, separated by the door, the two looked at each other.

"Have seen the master."

Outside the hall, Ning Chen stopped and bowed with courtesy.

In the hall, the old monk said, "The donor, you have gone to the wrong place."

"Here I come here deliberately, I want to ask the master to help God."

Ning Chen calmly said.

The old monk heard the words, his expression sinking, and said, "Why is the Lord a demon, why should we transform the gods."

"Magic?"

Ning Chen whispered softly, the dark color in his eyes faded away, and the **** devil pattern on his eyebrows disappeared as well, his breath changed and his divinity returned.

"So, is it okay?" Ning Chen said.

In the main hall, the old monk's expression was shocked and his face was unbelievable.

With a squeak, the door of the main hall opened, and Ning Chen walked in, looking at the figure in front of the statue of the main hall, politely, said, "Master."

"You are not a devil!"

The old monk looked up and down at the present, and said.

"Is it true that man is a devil?" Ning Chen asked.

"Of course." The old monk said in a deep voice.

Ning Chen heard the words, sighed softly, and said, "Sorry, I have come to the wrong place."

The voice fell, Ning Chen's eyes regained their ink color, blood marks appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and the magic was amazing.

Ningchen's hands, the magic sword appeared, a sword was swung across, and the blood sealed the throat.

The old monk was shocked, and his eyes were full of shock.

Spewing blood, stained the ground before the red Buddha, dazzling abnormal.

Ning Chen turned and left, not long after, disappeared into the night.

In the wilderness of the mountain, Ning Chen looked at Skyrim Moon and said, "Little gourd, if I become the devil who kills and does not blink, will you be afraid?"

In the collar, the little gourd shook his head gently and said, "No."

"Why?" Ning Chen whispered.

"Xianchang is a good man." Little Hulu threw a voice.

Ning Chen smiled faintly and nodded, "I came to this Western Buddhist realm, I heard of a method to kill thousands of monks, standing on the ground to become a demon. I still hesitated before, but now it won't."

Western Buddhism, the most indispensable is the Tsing Yi monk, since he has decided to kill it.

Under the moon, the demon with blood stained by his hand made another amazing decision to kill the monk and demon, and fully strengthen his strength.

Three days later, in a barren mountain and wild ridge, a monk in Tsing Yi fell silently, with a sword mark and bone in his throat, destroying the monk's vitality.

Not far from the monk, the ghost shivered, and under the might of the demon, he dared not move for half a minute.

"Retreat."

Ning Chen glanced at the ghost and said lightly.

The ghost immediately knelt down to salute and immediately got up and left.

Killed the Buddha and saved the ghost. Ning Chen left with the magic sword stained with Buddha's blood and disappeared.

In the next few months, Ning Chen walked through the mountains and rivers all day long, looking for the Tsing Yi monk.

Under the magic sword, more and more Tsing Yi monks died, and more and more ghosts were rescued.

Western Buddhist circles, the legend of ghosts and cannibalism has spread more and more. Although no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, such rumors have spread throughout the entire Buddhist circle.

"You don't know. A few days ago, I saw more than ten ghosts with blue-faced fangs in the mountains and ate a living person. It was terrible."

In the teahouse, Mr. Storyteller told his story to a group of people, and he heard everyone stunned.

"you're lying!"

At this time, a girl at the table not far away opened her mouth and akimbo, "Why are there so many ghosts in this world?"

Mr. Storyteller raised his head and looked at the girl not far away. He said unpleasantly, "Little girl, what I saw with my own eyes can still be solved. Those ghosts are on the hills outside the city. If you don't believe it, you can go and see. "

"Go, go, I will come back to uncover your lies."

The girl said something, took the sword on the table, and walked out of the tea house.

A hundred miles away from the small town, on the barren hill, the girl came with a sword, and when she walked to the front of the forest, she felt a little retreated.

In front of, the sky is getting dark, deep in the forest, it is dark, and nothing can be seen.

The girl stood for a long time, and with a bite of her teeth, she walked towards the forest in front.

In the mountains and forests, the wind screams and sounds creepy.

The girl clenched the sword in her hand and walked for ten miles, and she became more and more afraid.

Around, the sky was completely dark, and less than one foot could be seen.

"Woo."

At this time, the woman's crying sounded, desolate and cold, eerie and terrible.

The inexplicable crying in the night made people more frightened, and the girl stopped immediately and shivered.

"Return my life!"

The eerie shouting sounded, the ten-digit white shadow appeared, floating on the void, surrounding the girl.

"Ghost!"

Seeing this, the girl immediately screamed, covered her head, and was so scared that she couldn't keep her feet.

Around ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ dozens of white phantoms float, getting closer and closer, with a greasy face and terrifying looks.

After half a quarter of an hour, the surroundings gradually quieted down, and the girl raised her head, her eyes were empty.

The ghost disappeared, and the girl stretched out her hands and looked at her body with a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he was not eaten.

"what!"

At this moment, in the forest, the shouting cry rose sharply, shaking the birds and beasts.

The girl had heard it, overwhelmed her fear, and ran quickly.

In front, the monk in Tsing Yi waved a Zen stick in his hand and shattered another phantom in white.

Ten dozen white-faced ghosts were all killed in an instant, and the bowl-shaped monk flew up in the hands of the Tsing Yi monk, drawing all the remaining soul power of the wronged soul into it.

The girl saw this scene and was shocked.

Just then, at the end of the night, the figure of plain clothes and white hair stepped forward, his eyes dark as ink, his eyebrows were engraved with **** moire, which was terrifying.

The monk in Tsing Yi felt, his eyes looked forward, his expression suddenly frozen.

Magic!

After counting the interest, the white-haired demon approached without saying a word.

The monk in Tsing Yi shuddered, leaving no room for returning his hand, and the figure went straight back.

boom!

At the foot of Ning Chen, the monk's bowl was crushed directly, and dozens of residual souls escaped. He instinctively respected the ceremony and immediately flew to the depths of the forest.