"Amitabha."
"Hui Ku, someone from the devil's way has invaded, please deal with it."
In one sentence, Qin Changsheng and others were designated as people in the devil's path.
"Respecting the Lord Buddha's command, go ahead now." A supreme Arhat with a compassionate face replied respectfully.
It is Hui Ku, one of the Eighteen Arhats, who is in the middle stage of supreme cultivation.
Within Mount Sumeru, he thought that he could handle most of the troubles, and then he stepped out of the Pure Land with a flash of Buddha's light.
"Amitabha,"
When he reappeared, Huiku Arhat was already standing in front of Qin Changsheng and the others.
"The donor is killing Buddhist disciples wantonly. His sins are serious. He is obviously deeply possessed by the devil. Why don't you surrender quickly? Let me purify you and obtain the mercy and salvation of the Buddha."
Wearing a yellow robe, he exuded an aura of solemnity and sanctity.
"Hahaha," Qin Changsheng looked up to the sky and laughed.
"What a demon, what a purification, what a redemption."
"Since you are so keen on exterminating demons, defending the Tao, and protecting all living beings, why are the human race plunged into dire straits and no trace of you is seen."
"During the war between all races, many good men from the human race died in battle, but no one from your Buddhist sect was seen."
"When the Dark Restricted Area launches dark turmoil and feeds on all living beings, why are you nowhere to be seen!"
A three-hit combo left Hui suffering speechless.
After a long time, he slowly said:
"Amitabha, my Buddhist sect has escaped from the mortal world and is not stained by cause and effect..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Changsheng.
"They are just a bunch of hypocritical bald donkeys. Since they have escaped from the mortal world, why do they still recruit believers and enjoy the worship of mortals? Or even turn the entire Western Region into a Buddhist country?"
"It is nothing more than exploiting and controlling others to satisfy your ambitions and desires in the name of compassion and equality, while ignoring the suffering and needs of all sentient beings."
"Disguise viciousness under the cloak of compassion, and portray yourself as a perfectly righteous party. Haha, if it does not conform to your rules of conduct, you will define it as a demonic or evil path."
"Ignore the good and evil in the world, and the seven emotions and six desires, leaving only an illusory light of compassion."
"In my opinion, you are the biggest hypocrites in the world."
"It is the biggest cancer on the human race!"
The last sentence was shouted in a voice that was almost a scream, completely exposing the hypocrisy of the so-called Buddhism.
Nangong Yan on the side heard this, his eyes sparkling, and his admiration for Qin Changsheng deepened.
She really didn't expect that Qin Changsheng would surprise her time and time again. Not only was he brilliant in literature, but his martial arts were unfathomable, and now he actually made the Buddhists speechless.
This is the man she likes!
"Amitabha,"
Hui Ku hummed a Buddha's name in a low voice, as if she was heartbroken for the other person, and said:
"The donor is eloquent and the poor monk is no match. However, the more this happens, the more it shows that the donor is deeply possessed and needs to be purified and redeemed as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of Buddha's light flashed across his face. Apparently he no longer wanted to talk nonsense and was ready to take action.
"hehe,"
"Stop pretending, let's show off your cards?"
"You can't explain it, but you're about to start taking action? It's indeed the usual style of your Buddhist sect."
"But if you can't beat me, will you start talking nonsense again?"
"Xiaoyu, come on!"
Qin Changsheng was not in a hurry and continued to mock. The big shot in Buddhism hadn't arrived yet, so there was no rush.
Qin Yu on the side walked out with a sad face, looking at Qin Changsheng with a resentful look on his face, and even more cursed in his heart.
Ancestor, the opposite is the Supreme Buddha!
I am a small peak saint, and I go to meet the porcelain opponent. The first battle to restore my cultivation is to fight a Buddhist supreme?
This training method for people is not like this!
Hui Ku looked at Qin Yu who was walking out, felt the other person's aura, and frowned.
The pinnacle of the saint realm?
How is it possible? Judging from the bone age of the opponent, he should be young. He is at the peak of a saint at such a young age? Even those monsters in the Central Territory are nothing more than this.
Could it be that the other party is a hidden ancient force that has just been born recently and does not know the horror of my Buddhism?
Don't think about it anymore, Buddha once predicted that Buddhism will flourish in this life, and no matter who the opponent is, they will not be able to compete with Buddhism.
Hui Ku put away his mind, raised the long staff in his hand, and the Buddha's light was so powerful that it struck Qin Yu like thunder.
Immediately afterwards, the two sides went back and forth, and the fight was very lively.
The fight between them alarmed some Buddhist monks in Mount Xumi, but they just watched silently and did not take action.
After all, the current power of Buddhism is enough to make them arrogant.
At first, Qin Yu could only take a beating. Fortunately, his Void Emperor Sutra had reached a small level and could barely sustain it.
As time went by, he gradually adapted to his current cultivation, becoming more able to defend against enemies, and even occasionally attacking opponents.
good!
Qin Changsheng looked at all this and nodded.
After all, he is young, he is only a peak saint, and the opponent is still a veteran supreme, so it is good to fight like this.
However, if it continues, Qin Yu will definitely win. After all, he uses the power of Hongmeng's creation to sort out Qin Yu's body's meridians day and night. His martial arts foundation has long been extremely strong, surpassing his peers a hundred times.
Sure enough, as Qin Yu pierced Hui Ku's robe with a spear, Hui Ku stepped out of the battle and said in horror:
"Zhuri Marksmanship, are you from the Qin family?"
There was deep doubt in his eyes, how could a small Qin family in the Northern Territory cultivate such a talented person?
"Haha," Qin Changsheng on the side saw this and continued to mock.
"Doesn't Buddhism claim to be free from the world of mortals? How come that even a little Qin family's ancestral marksmanship is so clear?"
"Or are you saying that your Buddhist sect has a grand goal of collecting information on the world's martial arts?"
The Zhuri Marksmanship is the family heirloom marksmanship handed down from the second ancestor of the Qin family.
"The benefactor has a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue. The poor monk will soon let the benefactor know what the punishment of hell is."
Hui Ku was so angry that she could no longer pretend.
The young man who spoke looked like a second-generation ancestor at first glance. He relied on the two guardians of the Saint Realm and the Supreme Realm around him to ignore Buddhism.
Feng Liang kept talking, the guards were fighting for life and death here, but he was nagging and nagging non-stop.
At this moment, Hui Ku remembered a legend in Buddhism. There once was a Buddhist senior named Xuanzang. Because he was a talkative, he was slapped to death by the Buddha and reincarnated.
