The Buddha statues are broken very quickly, and the extremely sudden changes make us feel a little overwhelmed.

Before that, the temple had been in a crazy vibration, but the magnitude of that vibration was large and small, and it seemed to me that it should not affect the Buddha statue in a short period of time.

But strangely, since the two cracks appear next to the eyes of the Buddha statue, the Buddha statues have collapsed, and the continuous cracking has appeared, and more and more cracks have appeared.

With the sound of the stone breaking and falling to the ground, the sitting image of Buddha Shakyamuni began on the head and successively collapsed...

But in just half a minute, the statue that had previously stood in the temple hall of the temple had become a broken piece of debris unconsciously.

When the dust filled, the old monk wiped his eyes, slowly stepped forward, stood on the pile of ruins, and frantically pawed up with his hand.

He seemed to be looking for something, and that thing was in the ruins.

“What are you looking for?”He asked curiously, “Need no help?”

The old monk did not return, no, and then continued to mutter silently, and no one could feel the dead smell of him.

The Buddha statue is broken, and the heart of this old monk is dead, which is no exaggeration.

This temple is very different from the traditional temple, and the old monk can really have a sense of belonging, I am afraid not in the temple, only in this statue of Shakyamuni.

The Buddha statue is its spiritual dependence and the only pillar that supports his inner spiritual temple.

He did not intend to live, can be said to be absolutely boring, there is no expectation of living, now... he must have wanted to sacrifice in the next second.

Early death, said to be an old monk.

Looking at his busy back, I looked at each other for a while, and Chen Qiuyan looked at each other, shook his head, and no one knew how to comfort him.

Perhaps for the old monk, he did not need comfort.

Suddenly, the old monk put his hand into the stone, as if to hold something, clatter, and slammed it out.

“I found it!”

Hearing the old monk's words, we all looked up and looked over there.

At this time, the old monk was holding something similar to an ancient sword in his hand, which seemed to be diamond-shaped, the surface was wrapped in a layer of oil cloth, and some black ink was printed on it.

Without waiting for us to ask more questions, the old monk raised his hand and tore the tarpabe wrapped directly on it, revealing the thing that was wrapped in the oil cloth.

It looked like a sword, and it was indeed diamond-shaped, with three edges or four, but the edges were round and smooth, and seemed to have been artificially polished.

If I’m not mistaken, this is in the Dharma.

“The King?”Some of them looked at the old monk curiously: “Shouldn’t this kind of thing carry with you?”What use is it to bury it in the sitting image of Shakyamuni?”

"This can kill the King Kong is too heavy, and only the Supreme Being can calm it."The old monk sighed, gently touched King Kong, full of memories: "This is what my master passed to me, has been passed on for seven or eight generations, but it is a pity..."

"It's going to break in my generation."

The old monk smiled, holding the diamond, leaping, and jumping down directly from the stone.

The diamond is one meter long, it may be shorter, I don't know whether it is made of copper or gold, anyway, it looks like a kind of unspeakable nobleness.

But when I looked closer, I found that there were many black stains on the diamond stick, like dry black mud, and a bit like rust.

The faint can smell a blood smell, which should emanate from those things.

“Blood stains?”He quietly asked a silent question, pointing to the black sludge on the diamond stick.

“Yes...” The old monk sighed, full of helplessness: “This man’s temper is too heavy, either he does not use it, he must kill or kill, or kill, don’t see it as a Dharma device of our Buddhist family, it has violated the meaning of compassion...”

"The mercy is the bodhisattva, you are not, you cultivate the King Kong, is the King Kong Fa door." . . . he smiled: "Angry King Kong, there is no measure of killing, this canon is a rare object, you must cherish it."

Hearing this, the old monk shook his head, did not say anything more, raised his hand sharply, and squeezed into the ground with a loud voice.

At the moment when the King Kong touched the ground, I vaguely saw a burst of golden light from there, but the light was fleeting, giving people an unspeakable sense of illusion, so I was wrong.

“The little benevolent.”

“I am here!”

"If I have an accident, you come here and be responsible for printing it this way..." The old monk sighed: "I have a feeling that something will happen, as if there are variables hidden in it..."

“The variables?”He hurriedly asked, “Do you feel anything?”

The old monk thought, nodded, shook his head again, and said nothing.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not so sure what he said, and his eyes were a little dazed.

At this time, the diamond treasure was inserted into the ground, and the unprovoked shaking.

It was like someone holding a hand and shaking it left and right, and the amplitude of its shaking was very large, and it was almost out of the ground.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly took his hand and looked back at me and said, "Do me a favor."

“You said it.”I nodded my head.

"You hit my head with the gushing stick, as long as you hit a mouthful, and the tile law will be done."The old monk said.

When I heard this request, I was really a little surprised, I fucked, let me go as an executioner?

And don't say that I can't be hard-hearted, even if I do it, I may not necessarily hurt the old monk.

He is Gatham, the enemy of the Buddha, and he strikes him with the Dharma of the Buddha family... can this work?

“Not going down?”What a public question I ask.

I didn't say anything, but my expression had already told him, and I couldn't fucking go down this hand.

"If you want to use the tile method, you need to use the power of the Tanzanite King's needle, but I did not bring it on my body, I can only use the diamond sulk together..." The old monk sighed, thumped, and pulled the diamond from the ground: "I used this tool to beat others, so I know how painful it is to fight, so I can't go down, Xiao Shenshi, can you help me?" 」

Hearing the old monk's words, I felt a little tangled, but Chen Qiuyan came over, gently patted me on the shoulder, said, it is to help the predecessors, nothing else need to think more.

I was silent for two seconds, and finally nodded.

“All right.”

As soon as the voice fell, I no longer hesitated, lifted my feet to the old monk, and took the diamond treasure he handed over.

Don't look at its small size, so a single cannon has at least two or three hundred pounds of weight, can not say the pressure of the hand.

I took the diamond, gently put my hand, and whispered to the old monk, how to smash?

“Whatever.”The old monk replied, "Don't leave my hand, the kangaroo is repellent to my body, and I can't control it without breaking the tile method."

“Can it break your body?”I have some concerns to ask.

“Can.”The old monk said truthfully, "I am only half a gamma, and the flesh is not enough to resist this diamond stick."

With that, the old monk closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he were preparing for it.

So did I, taking a deep breath, and the hand that held the diamond began to sweat.

“Come here!”

The old monk suddenly shouted, frightened me to raise my hand, almost instinctively smashed down with the diamond.

I definitely didn’t leave my hand at all.

As King Kong touched the old monk, the loud noise was uttered, and countless gaps were opened on the ground in an instant, and the old monk's whole body was sunk by me for nearly ten centimeters.

Really, directly into the ground, that kind of sight is extremely exaggerated.

As he said.

The half-gazir body is indeed strong enough to resist most of the attacks of the Fa-rectator, but it cannot stop this diamond.

The old monk's spirit was covered, and I smashed a big pit, as big as a child's fist.

And many gold ... like liquid gold liquid, quietly emerged from the bottom of the pit, like a spring of water, gradually spreading upward...

At this moment, the old monk's voice sounded again.

“More... come back...”