The bells are ringing, endlessly.

The old monk sat on the ground cross-legged, his right hand pressed tightly to the seal, and he had closed his eyes.

His body was full of buddhas, and those originally red meridians also made that inexplicable golden breath cover a layer.

The whole person looks like a golden man... no... it's King Kong!

I am just a descending teacher, at most, a stuphopper teacher, and I do not know anything about the Buddha family, but I also know some.

There are many kinds of King Kong that the Buddha family said, but those King Kong meanings are the same.

King Kong is an unshakable, if it is necessary to be a mountain, and it will crush thousands of Buddhas.

The heart of Kong Kong is even more indestructible, even if there are hundreds of millions of Buddhas, it cannot be bad.

If the monster under the veins did not come from the old days, then I can say with certainty that there should be no old monk among the wrongs I know.

What I mean by wavering is “moving” and the other is “moving.”

Motivation is to use their own horror, or to meet people, fear and fear, or let people fall into illusion and unable to extricate themselves.

Such an old monk will not meet, even those who are proficient in the wrongs, can not infringe on his heart, because they do not have that ability!

Holding the heart of King Kong, even if the tens of billions of gods and Buddhas exerts their strength at the top, it can not move, not to mention those evil spirits outside the way?

As for the "delivery", I dare not guarantee this.

But for the wrongs I have encountered so far, including the Nine Wanderers, I do not feel that they can shake the old monk.

Even if it is just moving the old monk, it cannot be done.

But can the "erby body" in the cave be able to do this... it should not be?

"Kong Gang body, King Kong heart..." He murmured, his face full of surprise: "Your anger is more than the previous level, what is the matter?

“My mercy...”

The old monk said, his eyes closed, suddenly opened, and there seemed to be a glimmer of gold in it.

"The Lord Xiao Shen is right, I am just a demon in the body, but my heart is still that heart, so I can continue to hold the Diamond Fa curse now..."

“Where is your kangaroo?”He Yi Gong asked tentatively, and reminded the old monk: "It is the King's stick that was used to stab us last time!"

"Don't hurry."The old monk said, slightly lifting his head, looking at the Buddha statue in front of him, and his expression became distant.

Hearing this, he said, went forward, cut his hand with a dagger, let the blood flow at the wound, and directly pressed it on the previously painted spell, and muttered a word in his mouth.

I have seen many of their old teachers, but I can use this language that I do not understand to cast spells, and only these prophets can think of.

The rest of the gentlemen, they are only using the two teachings of the Buddha, the most special thing is that these prophets, including the flesh.

When he met Erpian, there was a sign of collapse in his body, and his flesh and blood withered, but by this time his body had almost recovered and there were further changes.

The blood flowed through the wound, first to the spell, and then gathered into a group, like an irregular software monster, creeping into the air.

At the same time, there were also many totems on He Yikong's arms, such as from the flesh and blood, not before.

Those totems are black, all of which are composed of irregular lines, seemingly alive, and like a very active worm, constantly squirming and coiling on the arm.

At this time, He Yi Gong stopped the mantra and looked at the old monk sitting in front of him.

"If you don't kill the Happy Buddha, I'll kill him again, I'm afraid it's going to have to do a lot of trouble."

“Then you have to thank me.”The old monk did not return laughing.

“Yes...” He sighed, “We prophets, after accepting the power of some old creatures, are really bad for their mother, and the recovery of flesh and blood is extremely strong, unless there is an absolute external force to destroy, otherwise...”

“Not strength, but of the body.”The old monk shook his head: "You monsters of the Hereafter are not as strong as the late Gat.

He Yiguang smiled: "That is, after all, we are a false monster, you are the real devil, Gatah was to exterminate Buddhists only to exist, of course, the power does not have to say much, to destroy us more than enough."

The words they said reminded me of the nine children I met in Hainan.

The dog's day was shot in the head by Kong Baiyang, and the death was not much worse than the joy Buddha, and the head also exploded, but in the end he came back to life, enough to see how strong his self-regeneration ability was.

Happy Buddha is much more powerful than raising nine, perhaps his self-healing ability is much higher than raising nine lives...

“The joy will not come back to life, will it?”I tried to ask a question.

“No.”He Yiliu laughed, "I have confirmed that his body has completely collapsed, and his soul is also, and some of his soul have also made the master's hard-hitting fragments, even if the old monster is here, it is impossible for him to come back to life."

The old monk should have heard our conversation, did not squeak, nodded, and said that He Yiguang was right, and the happy Buddha really could not die again.

"The body has been eaten clean by the monster you have called out, how can he repair it?"He Yi said with a smile: "It needs to have roots in life, he is to repair the body, not to create a body out of thin air, there is no root, those things can not live."

I nodded and said, “As long as he doesn’t live, we’ll be at ease, at least one less enemy.”

"It's only me who can be reassured."He smiled a little gloat, looked back at me and said, “When I go back, the people in the church will surely know the news of the death of the happy Buddha, and they will know that you have been here...”

“You mean to sell me?”I stand.

"It's not a sale, it's that your tracks have been exposed, and even if I don't say how the happy Buddha died, the old oil bars in the old religion will doubt you, and in the end it may be implicated."He Yi Gong shook his head helplessly: "So it is better to let us play a play, and when we go back, I will say that the happy Buddha planted, and still planted in your hands."

I frowned, and looked at him with some vigilance: "You might as well say that he died in the hands of his old men, and said that Gatto was in full force and died in one breath."

“And you?”He asked, “Do you think you can get rid of the connection?”Happy Buddha died, you went back unharmed, they were meant to block you, and you were all right."

When I hear this, I don’t scream either.

"The old religion had to deal with us from the beginning, but now kill them one, and it is also to destroy their sharpness, so that no one in their eyes will not take us for a dish."Chen Qiuyan smiled, “Sai An, your concern is being targeted, are they not targeting us at the beginning?”

I frowned and remembered what I said to me, especially the ones I said to my teacher... I had a special bottom in my heart.

To tell the truth, I really am snuber, for now... I do not want to stand on the cusp, if the teacher is really so strong, then this happy Buddha died, but also enough to make him excited about me, maybe I have to directly kill Sichuan to find me.

I’m not afraid, it’s a big deal!

But now I am afraid, I think that my strength is not weak, but also absolutely not strong enough to be able to compete with the self-esteem.

"He's not afraid of the old religion against you, he's afraid of the teacher against you."What a sigh.

“The self-in-class?”Chen Qiuyan: “Is he so terrible?”

“Yes.”

Answering Chen Qiuyan's question was the old monk, whose tone of voice was somewhat heavy and doubtful, and he did not return, saying: "The last time they six prophets came to break into the temple, I reluctantly blocked it, but I could feel that the teacher did not have full force, as if there was any scruple, as for others..."

"I admit that I've done my best."He Yi Gong interrupted the old monk's words and said with a helpless face: "Only you are too hard, or you have not been able to fight."

At this moment, what kind of public feeling was feeling something, and the eyes suddenly changed.

"Old monk, you hurry to stop! the French print's air began to wash the air!"