After meeting Wu Xian Buddha, I had a certain understanding of the strength of the old religion, and I also had some approximate conclusions in my heart.

Now think about...

If he doesn't exaggerate the bragging, did not take me amused to relieve boredom, then everything I thought before, I am afraid it is not as good as a bullshit.

Perhaps even Wu Xian Buddha himself underestimated the old religion, absolutely underestimating...

The teacher is the person who stands at the top of the line? this is not to say play!

If his strength really reaches the realm of the world alone, then we fight with the old religion, and the odds have to be pressed down a few percent, basically losing!

Whether it is the white road or the industry, the old religion has crushed our trend, and according to this situation, it still plays a bullshit and surrenders as soon as possible.

“Yes, I have a problem!”

He looked at me with a frown and seemed a little impatient: “What’s the problem?”

"Listen to your words, the old church should be a self-directed person, isn't it?"I asked.

He nodded and said, yes, but he often traveled in the clouds and rarely returned to teaching.

“Where are those two?”I asked, “I heard others say that above you, there are two white gods, do you have this?”

“Where did you hear it from?”He looked at me with some surprise, and there was more confusion in his eyes, and it seemed that no outsider would know about it.

“My friend said it.”I said quietly.

He did not speak, looked at me deeply for a while, and the tone became a little helpless.

"It is true that there are white people who have come in, and the status of those two people is not low, and I, including me, must listen to their dispatch..."

Speaking of this, He Yiguang's expression has also changed a little, it seems that it feels a little humiliating, and his eyes have faintly revealed a fierce taste.

“The identity of those two people... should I say status?”How big are they in the White Way?”I tested and asked.

"Can't say."He Yiguang shook his head, and his tone was very firm: "This is one of the biggest secrets of the old religion, and the two white gods have always been hidden behind the scenes, which is to kill and not let outsiders know the identity."

Hearing the words, I nodded, stopped asking this, and asked him: "In the old religion, are they big, or are they masters at ease?"

Hearing this question, he did not hesitate to answer me directly.

Self-in-class.

“He is the highest of the old religion and the true prophet of all the people who are to be admitted to the old religion, and we are only in the name of the prophet, who is the true prophet and can be said to be the only one.”He Yiguang smiled, "So, how terrible the self-standing teacher is, you should also know."

I said nothing, nothing more.

"It's a reminder from the old man."He Yiguang whispered, "If one day you meet him, don't hesitate to run directly, because you can't fight him."

I didn't squeak, noding my head was a good thing to lead the public.

At this time, the old monk also went to the edge of the air, he first looked at the ground, sure that there was nothing abnormal, so he asked what was going on: "That monster will not wake up suddenly?" 」

“Not now.”He said confidently: "As long as we hurry up and act according to the plan, it will certainly not escape."

“What do I need to do?”The old monk asked.

He squatted down and taught the old monk by hand.

"Hold this method to seal with your right hand, and then use the Kongo Mantra to stabilize your body as much as possible, and don't shake it, as long as you stabilize, I won't make a bad move."

“Is it that simple?”The old monk paused and smiled, “When I run out, I will die immediately, will I?”

"There will be no immediate death, there will be a process."He sighed, "This process may be fast or slow, and I dare not give you a positive answer."

“You’re going to die anyway, slow down... it doesn’t matter.”

The old monk smiled, his tone and expression were extremely relieved, and he did not take his life to heart at all.

According to He Yigong's instructions, he crouched down and pressed his right hand on the seal of the sand-body, as if mumbling, he spoke to us.

"The Kongo Fa mantra is a divine curse given by the Buddha's family protector King Kong, to be precise, this is also a kind of formation, and there are some differences from the Taoist's phalanx ..."

"Most of the dojo's formations are laid out, but the King Kong Mantra... is made in the flesh!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old monk's body suddenly agitated, like a balloon that was inflating, and that change was visible to the naked eye.

Unlike most physical bulging situations, his body is not the meaningless puffiness, but selective...it seems to be strengthening!

Where the muscles gather, such as the muscles of the calf and the thighs, the muscles on the arm, the biceps, etc., these places are bulging.

Overall, the old monk turned into a super-muscle-like man like a drug, and the shape was amazing.

“Bhurch of Benzhar...”

Hearing the old monk's mantra, I have to say that his tone of voice has changed greatly.

Unlike the tone of his previous chanting of mantras, there was not so much gentleness and calm, but rather a kind of indescribable anger, a kind of killing.

If I am not mistaken, the language of the mantra now should be in Sanskrit.

“The heart of the King Kong?”

Chen Qiuyian seemed to hear the contents of the old monk's recitation, and his mouth muttered a word, some surprised at the old monk: "This heart curse has many people to read, can such a thing also come together?" 」

“Can.”He Yiguang waved his hand and did not return to explain: "The scriptures of the Buddha's family are all scriptures with great willpower, and no matter which one, they have corresponding effects, which is stronger than our Taoist family."

Hearing this, the old monk also laughed, but the movement of the mantra did not stop, the continuous chanting of the mantra, the speed of speech became faster and faster.

Originally the exposed skin was black, but by this time, those that had already produced a change had changed further.

Of course, it is not to change in the direction of bad, but in the direction of "people".

The dark and shiny skin, like a stain, changed in color as the old monk chanted the scriptures.

Gradually faded, gradually becoming the color that the living should have.

“Old man, you’re not going to go back to the way you were, aren’t you?” he asked, with some joy in his tone.

If the old monk can change back to the same, he must have a lot to suffer in his heart, after all, he is a very religious Buddhist, wearing a pair of gamma penskin, it is indeed a little difficult for him.

Hearing my words, the old monk just smiled and said that this was just a process, not the end.

When I got this answer, I was a little bit wondering, what is the process?

It’s hard to keep changing like this... that’s not right.

How do I feel that the old monk's eyes are very heavy, not so happy as I think.

“Bammy.”

“Bambyow...”

“Maya, Sa�,...”

At this time, the old monk's skin color has changed back to the normal appearance of people, but this change has not stopped living, the skin becomes more and more yellow, and it is not the sick wax yellow, it is changing the color of gold.

“Kang Gang is the guardian angel of the Buddha family, and he is also an unshakable person who is a heavy mountain, and if the demon has great ability, he cannot shake King Kong...”

He Yi Gong whispered to me, looking at these changes in the old monk's body, the expression also became more complicated, it seems to be remembered of the original confrontation scene, quite a little emotion.

By this time, the old monk's skin from head to toe had turned golden, although there was no sign of glittering, but in the light of the oil lamp, it was still a little danggling.

It is no exaggeration to say that the old monk at this time, like a gold-casting gold man, has no feeling that half of the living should have.

I saw him hold the seal of the sander, slowly closed his eyes, and stopped chanting the curse.

As he spoke, a bell rang in the temple.

It looks like someone is hitting the clock.

Old, far away, and old...

The bells don’t sound very real...

The old monk was silent for half a minute, sighed, looked up at the Buddha in front of him, and murmured a word.

“My mercy...”