Happy Buddha is the most monk I have ever seen, the most unlike a monk.

Even if he no longer believes in Buddhism and is no longer a Buddhist, the qualities and qualities that came from the original Buddhas make this dog day not know where to lose it.

Don't look at him as kind as a Maitreya Buddha, full of good and happy face, this fat monk is the standard laughing tiger, turning his face is similar to a rogue, shouting and killing than anyone.

But it is undeniable that the fat monk's mentality is good, see the old monk directly to himself, even dodging the meaning of the meaning, standing still waiting for him.

If I had changed my perspective with Happy Buddha, it was me standing there facing the old monk, then I would certainly not have done this.

Even if I have the artifact given by the ancient creatures in my hand, I can really keep myself from being hurt by the old monk, I will still be afraid.

To tell the truth, the killing that the old monk scattered was a strong feeling I had never seen before.

That kind of killing seems to be condensed into substance, into a sharp steel knife, and when the enemy has not yet been touched, these knives can be cut in the face of the enemy one by one.

Although I and the old monk are teammates on the front, those killing is not coming at me, but I was still shocked by the killing air emitted by the old monk, and my face is like being hurt by the cold wind, and I played drums in my heart.

The sense of danger he gave me was too great, and more direct than when he had encountered the Nine Gods on the island.

The monk did not seem to want anything else but to kill, and the purpose was pure and frightening.

“Hush!”

With a sullen sound, the old monk's fist had already smashed the face of the happy Buddha.

The sound was almost like the sound of an explosion, and even my eardrums were sore.

The old monk, like crazy, moved very much, holding the neck of the happy Buddha in one hand, holding the fist in the other, and constantly smashing the face of the happy Buddha.

Listening to that series of sulkings, my heart trembled, although the old monk attacked me, but from another angle, if the fist falls on my face...

There is a great chance that I can smash my head into a meatloaf, and before I wait for the flesh clam to help me repair my body, the second punch will be hit immediately after it.

I am really glad that at the beginning, the old monk did not play with me, and if he fought with me, let alone fought him, I am now cold in the dead capital.

“I said, you can’t hurt me.”

When the happy Buddha said this, although the voice was trembling, the confidence from the inside out, the absolute confidence, could be heard by anyone.

I looked back and saw that Shakyamuni's sitting was as intact as before, and I could not help but have some thoughts of helping in the past.

The old monk let me guard here, in fact, it is meaningless, even if the Shakyamuni's sitting seems to be cracked, the monster ran out, I can't resist it.

And there is a great chance that in the moment the monster breaks the seal, I will die in its hands, this is not a joke...

Instead of waiting for death here, I would rather help the evil son and do it with the joy Buddha.

Even if it is dead, you have to pull a cushion back, if you don't do it, am I not losing a big loss?

What's more, the joy Buddha is now a living target, standing there and not moving, not resisting or fighting back, and there is no dodging action, so that the old monk will not return his hand when he is there to pack.

"You pass over, tear the monk's clothes, and give me a piece of it."I pressed my voice and whispered to the evil son, “Don’t bother with him, tear off your clothes and run, you know?”

The evil son seemed to understand the non-understanding nod, and then looked at the clothes on my body, and nodded again, indicating that he understood.

As soon as I waved, the evil son snorted out.

It is now exerting its full force, no slower than the old monk, or even faster.

The evil son runs like an animal, and because the two arms are long, it does not bother to run on all fours.

Blinking the work of the evil son and the evil son came to the happy Buddha.

Seeing this cold monster, the fat monk was also a little surprised, did not wait for him to react, the right paw of the evil son has reached out, tugging on his right arm's robe, tearing hard.

Only to listen to the sting, the sleeve of the monk's robe was pulled a big piece by it, happy Buddha white fat elbows exposed outside, looking at wearing a sweatshirt.

When the evil son ran back with the fragments of the monk's robe, the happy Buddha also reflected on what was going on.

He did not put us in the eyes, really, whether it is the evil son or me, happy Buddha is not the right thing, the mouth is particularly mockingly asked me, is not going to fall on him?

“Sichuan Shenjia, I’ve heard a little bit of it.”The happy Buddha smiled and said, “The living hell is your grandfather, isn’t it?”I heard that his strength is not weak, but unfortunately planted in the hands of the nine lives, the old man can also press him, I really do not know that you have a descending."

"So, my grandfather planted the head, I'm in charge of getting the field back."

I said, raising my hand to take the fragment of the monk's robe handed by the evil son.

Although there was some unstoppable anger in my heart, it forced it to suppress the emotion and reluctantly calmed down.

For the provocation of the dog thing, I try not to take him seriously, anyway, the mouth is their old religion patent, from the public and his argument can be seen, the whole of his mother's mouth to win.

“Actually, I’m off the road, you know?”

I sat on the ground cross-legged, tugging at the fragment of the monk's robe in my hand, and asked the evil son, "I have been too dependent on the flesh all the time, and if I hadn't done this, I wouldn't know how many times I'd have died."

I don't know if the evil son understands, whimpering and whimpering two sounds, as if to answer me, anyway, I did not understand it.

“Being a human being can’t forget...肉身 clams are just a wonderful door to protect the body...except to avoid death as much as possible... basically nothing of killing...” I muttered: “Let go of the Shen family’s subjugation, my biggest card is actually you evil.”

As soon as the voice fell, I looked up, looked at the evil son, and saw that it looked at me with some confusion, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Or you have to listen to the autumn geese, no more powerful people, can not specialize in the outside door and forget, the old man has no body clam, he is still better than me, just because he will make the fall..."

As I muttered, I took out a bottle of pre-prepared ash from the bag, sprinkled a thin layer on the ground, and then took out the yin umbrella, and stood firmly on the ash.

When I began to draw characters on this layer of incense, the old monk's situation with the happy Buddha's side became more and more intense.

Gradually turning into a Gatto-shen monk, at this moment he had given up the way he attacked with his fist and turned to the claws and the two rows of teeth in his mouth.

But the defense ability of the happy Buddha is obviously not something that the old monk can break.

No matter how hard each other is, how hard they are, the happy Buddha is still not moving like a mountain, smiling and looking at us.

"In a reasonable sense, with this kind of decommination to take the other person's body hair as a guide, but now also can not care so much, pray on the robe stained with happy Buddha's hair..."

I sighed and said to the wicked.

“You’re here to keep me, and don’t let anything move closer to me, as for anything else...”

I said, looked up, looked up, and lowered my head again.

"There are old people, we don't have to worry."

The evil son sobs two times, and also learns from me according to the gourd painting, sitting cross-legged beside me.

Its body structure is far from the living, especially the giant mouth like a monster, the root of the dot can not fit, sitting next to me, but also a strong out of the mouth.

I stood up for half a minute, still couldn’t help but look at it sideways.

“Can you sit far away?It’s not that I hate you, the problem is that you’re in this sip... it’s all fucking dripping on the characters I’m drawing!”

Hearing this, the evil son said very hurt, poor to move the side of the ass, but also raised his hand to wipe his mouth, want to clean the mouth of the mouth, but I think it is more and more rubbed, I do not know whether it is hungry or how...

Looking back, I ignored it, calmed my breath and raised my right palm, scratched my index finger with a dagger, and then drew a second spell on the ground.