The first second of the joy of the Buddha, the next second became a rolling gourd.

From a mad monster to a bereaved dog that has been beaten to a dead dog... this has really changed a little bit.

The role of the sword mountain drop on him should be limited, and the same is true of the blood drop, even if the two drops are mixed into one, it is only enough to attack his body, and it does not cause such a large effect.

"It's a weapon!" I glared, my eyes widened, and shouted with joy: "The dog's day's device is broken!

“Hush!”

Before I could say anything, the old monk's fist had already smashed the face of the happy Buddha, and he did not wait for the happy Buddha to return, and the power of this fist directly hit his head into the ground.

Happy Buddha's neck has been smashed, the whole head has fallen into, across the distance I can smell that pungent fish smell.

When the old monk took his hand back, his fist was already covered with liquid from white flowers, like tofu.

“The brain... the brain makes you play out... isn’t that monk...”

“Oh, hey!”

The old monk's madly roaring, in the turbid eyes, without warning two lines of tears, the sadness in his eyes indescribable, the roaring sound, more than any cry.

I could see that the old monk was sad, and I knew why he was so sad.

From a sweeping fear of scaring the life of an aphid, cherishing the moth-covered lamp of the monk, into a hand-blade enemy, looking at the crazy monster...

From the devil, from the devil to the devil.

No matter which way, it is enough to make the old monk cry and cry, and it is too sad to be himself.

“Ah!”

The old monk cried wildly, punching one by one, and smashing the head of the happy Buddha.

Perhaps it was stimulated by this bloody scene, and the evil son seemed to lose his mind, roared twice, jumped on the joy Buddha, and ate up with a big mouth.

But the work of blinking an eye, the right arm of the happy Buddha was swallowed by the evil son, and the abdomen was also scratched by the evil son.

When he reached out his hand, he took out the inner organs of the happy Buddha, and spread out in the underground empty hall when he was eaten by the treasure, and the smell of blood suddenly spread in the underground hall.

very soon.

It was so fast that I couldn’t react.

Just now, I was unscathed, and even began to suppress our joy Buddha step by step, and now it has become a corpse in the same place, except for some physical fragments scattered on the ground, and the rest of the body parts, including bones, have let the evil son eat a clean one.

And the head that was smashed into the ground by the old monk really became the end.

When I walked over and looked, the head of the happy Buddha was a pool of flesh mixed with skull and brain pulp.

That "detailed" degree, used to wrap dumplings is not a problem.

The old monk was a winner, and whoever came to see him would think he had won, but at this time he sat alone on the edge, hanging his head without words, and there was a feeling of frustration on his body, and his eyes were dimmed a lot.

I looked at the evil son who was licking the pit, shook my head, and turned to the old monk.

"Don't think about it, old man, we have other things to do."I whispered and gently patted him on the shoulder: "The Buddha has cracked, as if the monster is about to wake up."

The old monk smiled sadly and looked up at me, his red eyes, containing an unspeakable sadness.

“Do you think I look like a demon?”

Hearing this from the name of the "giver", I froze for a second, shook my head, and said, "It's not like that."

“I was a little confused, my mind was a little confused, as if I had forgotten everything, and I wanted to kill him...” The old monk said, looking back and looking at the bloody wreckage on the ground: “It seems that I am really farther and farther away from Buddha.”

"The heart is a Buddha, you are a Buddha, you just did not enter the devil, just show the anger."I whispered and comforted: "In this five evil world, whether it is a person or an iniquity, as long as there is a very disgusting, it is difficult to be destroyed by the Dharma, you are first shocked by anger, and then surrender, far from the real demon..."

At this point, I felt a little faint in my head, seemed to be out of balance, unable to control my body, and a squirted on the ground.

The evil son found that I was in a wrong state, and he came back, and his mouth chewed on the body of the happy Buddha, and stretched out his hand to tug at me, but I was rejected.

Your mother's dinner did not know how to wipe her hands, before I can come to see the smell of the fishy, can you wipe the brain clean and drag me?

It is difficult to teach the exogenous beings... this quality still has to be slowly improved...

"Your anger is weak."The old monk looked at me with some concern and asked, “Was the debauchery too much for you?”

“All right.”I half-opened my eyes, felt a little tired, and yawned and said, "It's okay to rest for a while, but we don't have time now."

The old monk was silent for two seconds, nodded, and held out his hand to help me, step by step toward the temple.

"His shield is great."

When I heard this, I could not help but feel something: "No, I can resist your attacks, and I can resist the breath that I have brought out."

“Why did the device break?”The old monk asked me with a confused tone, and seemed to want to get an answer from me: "The device is broken very suddenly, no one attacks it, inexplicably broke, I see the breath attached to it ... should still have left the power to it, it can't be broken by us."

“Who knows.”I sighed, "It may also be that the force of its resistance is too great, it has caused a lot of load on itself, and finally can't bear it, it will be broken."

Speaking of which, I couldn’t help but laugh, and my eyes were full of happiness.

"Thanks to it so suddenly, the joy Buddha did not react at all, and if he had let him slow down, we would have a lot of trouble."

"There will be no trouble."The old monk said, "If there is no one to protect him, the apostate is not my opponent at all, and I will be able to let him cross the body on the spot."

I nodded, and I had no doubt about the old monk's words.

At the beginning, the six prophets could not do him, and now one, how could it be his opponent?

"There's a problem out there."I whispered, thinking of what I had left before, only feeling the pain in my head.

The old thing is not stupid, the thief is exquisite, if he finds that the joy of the Buddha planted, everything that follows will become more trouble than we think.

He’s going to overdo us, no need to think about it, absolutely.

Because he wanted to release the old creatures of the temple, he also wanted to find me this afterlife and end up with a little of the original grudge.

Just because I feel that when the happy Buddha died, he should have noticed that he was not stupid, and he knew that he was fighting hard, and he would definitely pay attention to this side...

But I thought about it and soon it would be easy.

Happy Buddha is more powerful than the public, even the old thing is dead, and still dead without a dead body, dead can no longer die, what is the ability to turn over?

Unless it is the monster under the temple, if not, he will come down with his old teaching disciple and die.

"The stone is broken, and the monster is waking up."

The old monk took me to the sitting image of Sakyamuni, looked at the cracks in the Buddha statue, and sighed: "Son, you still go first, you can't help here."

“And you?”I shook my head and said, "If you don't go, you'll die here."

"I can't live here."The old monk smiled, "As for a monk like me, this world is a great disaster, especially for the disciples of this religion, I am a real demon, and it will bring them disaster."

I didn't say anything, I looked up at the Buddha statue in front of me, and I had some tangled feelings.

The old monk smiled and said nothing more, went back to the futon to sit down, took out a wooden fish, and slowly beat up.

He sang the chanting sound very gently, with an indescribable sense of intimacy, listening very comfortably.

Although I did not understand what he was reading, at this time, I still felt an inexplicable intoxication...

“This fat monk is dead!You can!"