Seeing this scene, Fu Zibo and I were stunned.

He should have reacted, all these changes have nothing to do with me, those so-called Buddha-likes, are spread from under the Bodhi tree...

"Who are you?" cried Fu Zi-b-be, frightened and angry, though he was very unceremonious in his words, but I could see a distinct fear in his face.

I don't know what he did with this woolen clump, but from his reaction, this monster born of the Fa-rectator is definitely not simple...

If it were not for that powerful thing, the Master would not have given it to Fuzibo to deal with me.

After the last Shennong Rack World War, Genuine Xianong and Jiu Jiu died in my hands, I have a few pounds a few pounds, the free master should be able to guess.

But it was such a monster used against me that was inexplicably burned by a golden flame... Not to mention Fu Zibo, even if I am also very confused.

The golden flame is made of Buddha, and the breath produced is not strange to us, it can be seen everywhere, and its color is very similar to the clouds in the sky.

Of course, the most surprising thing for me is the sound that came from under the Bodhi tree.

It was a man’s voice, but I couldn’t hear the exact age, you could say he was twenty or thirty, or forty or fifty, and I first met that strange situation.

Not only that, but the tone of his speech was also surprisingly peaceful, as if he could calm people's hearts and gods, and every word he said could be engraved in each other's minds.

Is it really a Shakyamuni vision?!

But when I looked back, the stone statue was still with my back to me, and I couldn't see what he had said, and Chen Qiuyan and the evil son were also very confused, and he didn't seem to know what had happened, looked at the stone statue and looked at me, and his expression was full of dazed.

“How dare your mother do a lot...”

Fu Zibo gritted his teeth and scolded, from his point of view, all he could see was the back of the stone, that is, the face of the back of a real person.

It is estimated that in his imagination, he was just a monk who was meditated under the bodhi tree.

“Mr. Fu, it seems that the situation is not very right...” The old teacher who stood next to Fu Zibo suddenly opened his mouth and suddenly panicked in a tone: “The eyes we carry on are all invalid, the cloth can not go down, the air inside is scattered...”

“The eye has failed?”The rabbi was stunned, and it was clear that this would not be the case.

The old teacher did not think much, as if he was not afraid of being seen, and when he took out his eyes from his pocket, he did not care about us, and took it out to Fu Zibo's hands, and his eyes became more and more panicked.

What he pulled out of his pocket was a mirror-like object, only the size of the slap, seemingly made of metal, and blackened as a whole.

Fu Zibo took the mirror, looked around and kept looking around, and muttered to himself in his mouth: "This is impossible... how can this eye fail..."

Just at this moment, only to listen to the two shrill sounds, Fu Zibo has already thrown out two chopstick-like objects in an instant.

Because of the speed of the speed, I can only vaguely see their shadows, and raise my hand to block one with the back of the knife, and the other, it is directed to the stone statue.

It is estimated that Fu Zibo did not know that the stone was like a dead object, and really regarded it as a living person, and the trick of playing was also aimed at the living.

The chopstick that came to me was aimed at my Dantian, and the stone statue went straight to its head.

The moment I blocked it, the chopsticks fell to the ground, and the top of the head exploded into a "pear" shape.

Hundreds of metal needles were all revealed, and it was no exaggeration to say that it hurts to look at.

If you let this thing be stuck in my Dantian field, it will blow up smoothly... even if it does not threaten me, it will make me suffer and die.

Of course, whether this dark object can threaten the stone statue, I am still quite curious about this.

Because the chopsticks were thrown out and flew too fast, I just blocked one on my side, and the other one flew to the back of the stone statue.

But just as it was about to enter, an unexpected scene appeared.

The chopsticks seemed to be strung over an invisible wall, directly stopping all the movements, almost suspended, so floating in the air.

In the next second, its body also began to collapse rapidly, breaking down into black fine sand at the speed seen by the naked eye, and constantly flowing to the ground until it disappeared completely.

Fu Zibo is a wise man, and he can see from the dark weapon when he speaks to himself that the heart of the tortoise grandson is dark.

How dark, he also knows what it means to be afraid.

Without the self-indulbitant teacher to lend him strength, Fuzibo is not my opponent, so that the evil son can easily tear him up against him.

“Go away.”

When Fu Zibo said this word, he had turned around and ran out, and there was no other old teacher's meaning at all, and he ran out dozens of meters on his own...

I just wanted to catch up, and a strange sense of oppression hit me in an instant.

If my feelings are not wrong, this strange feeling of oppression should have begun to appear when I was running at full speed.

It has a great rejection of my ancient atmosphere, and even if that sense of oppression seems to be ethereal, I can still feel that it comes straight to the ancient atmosphere... It seems that there is still a human feeling.

Disgusted.

Under my gnashing of teeth, those old teachers also followed Fu Zibo ran away, they ran not slow, but if I wanted to chase, I should be able to chase, but the inexplicable sense of oppression made me a little uncomfortable, and there was a feeling of acid and lint.

When they completely disappeared from my sight, I slowly slowed down, rubbed some sour arms, and turned and walked back.

“Is that the person he spoke to?”I walked over to Chen Qiuyan and asked a curious question.

In the process, I also carefully observed that the stone statue or stone statue did not change into a living person.

“It should be...” Chen Qiuyan said in a low voice, and the expression was also somewhat complicated, like a doubt after shock: “The sound came from his mouth... but we didn’t see his mouth moving...”

“It is him.”The evil son said, with a somewhat panicked tone, and seemed to be afraid of the stone statue: "I wanted to help you chase them, but I was suppressed by him... I couldn't move at all!"

"Forget it, we don't have to care about that."I laughed, "That little fish and shrimp is not worth playing for us."

Although I was curious about this statue of Shakyamuni, I knew that it was not a time for curiosity, and there were more important things to do.

Looking at the mountain in front of me, my heart could not help but get up quickly, of course, the excitement was also a little afraid.

If it is not surprising, the old man must have gone up the mountain, only hope that they are not surprised...

“Let's go.”I patted Soba, who was still on his knees, and smiled, “You don’t plan to worship Buddha here all your life?”

“Of course not, I’m just praying for you!”Soba replied that although he was still talking when he spoke, he could see from his eyes that Soba was awake a lot, at least he could keep his reason.

I stretched out a lazy waist, put the knife into the sheath, and strode to the mountain road.

The others did not hesitate, only Soba worshipped the stone statue, and then followed me.

“The devil’s way is not the law.”

Hearing this familiar voice, I couldn’t help but pause for a second, and then turned back.

At this moment, the stone statue sitting under the Bodhi tree has changed its position, from facing us before, and now it has become our back to us.

“Does the devil not be right?”I frowned and muttered what I had just heard.

“What’s the matter with the world?”Chen Qiuyan suddenly asked me, “What do you see?”

As soon as I heard Chen Qiuyan's voice, my brain buzzed, and the scene in front of me became blurred, but it soon returned to normal.

But... the Buddha statue still maintains its posture facing us... and Chen Qiuyan and Soba do not seem to hear the sound of the speech just now...

Just as I began to wonder if I had hallucinations, the evil son opened his mouth coldly and whispered in a voice that only I could hear.

"I heard it too."