The sad and resentful words were spoken, and the old monk's body continued to mutate. Almost instantly, his deformed body filled the entire hall, and countless wailing and screaming Buddha monks who fell to the ground were touched by his swollen body. Touched, each one screamed and was swallowed by it.
Wugou, who was dressed in tattered beggar's clothes, had no expression on his face and watched this scene quietly. The soft light in his eyes was so dim that it seemed as if it would go out at any moment. .
At this moment, the old monk has completely turned into a huge, twisted and deformed mountain of flesh. The skin on his body is like a toad's back, covered with sticky plasma, and the whole body is covered with the same wriggling monks. It kept twisting and wailing as its body squirmed.
Seeing such a twisted and deformed scene, the pity in Wu Gou's eyes became even stronger.
"Wugou! The poor monk wants your good fruits!"
The irony is that even in this state, the old monk is still extremely jealous of the good results achieved by others.
In the field, the old monk, who had completely turned into a monster, threw himself at the tiny Wu Gu with a distorted face.
Facing this huge mountain of monster flesh, covered in pickled sludge, and extremely dirty and smelly, Wujiu let go of the long peach blossom staff in his hand, inserted it beside him, then stretched out a pair of palms covered with acne and pus, and He put his hands together on his chest, lowered his head and said softly:
"Motuo, who is trapped in a sea of suffering, harms others and himself, and kills innocent people indiscriminately. He needs to be given a wake-up call before he can be merciful..."
“Give me your good deeds!!!”
A shrill roar roared out from the huge deformed head, and the entire hall began to collapse due to the charge of the old monk's giant body. Just when it was about to touch Wu Kuai with its extremely disgusting body, the next second , a harsh white light suddenly bloomed from Wu San's body!
"Dang~"
The long, gentle sound resounded like a beam, and the old monk's twisted body disintegrated in an instant. Countless twisted monks all over his body turned into pus and blood and dissipated amidst the screams. Penetrated by dazzling white lights!
At this moment, Wu Gu's dirty beggar's clothes were gone and replaced with pure white cassocks. The wrinkled skin and acne all over his body had also disappeared. Not only did his whole body become the delicate appearance of his youth, but he also exuded a softness. The white light is like a god in this world.
On that day, Dahuang Longtianzong Temple disappeared. When countless pilgrims and tourists climbed up the mountain again, they found that it had turned into a mountain forest with birds singing and flowers fragrant, and beautiful scenery.
Everyone was stunned, and for a while countless people looked at this scene at a loss.
"Little master, have you seen Tianzong Temple?"
Someone discovered a little monk wearing a white cassock in the forest, and many people immediately gathered around him to ask what happened.
Facing these people's inquiries, the young monk smiled shyly, then clasped his palms to them and said:
"Dear donors, please come down the mountain. The scenery here is picturesque, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is very precious. There is really no need to build such a big temple. Not only is it a waste of people and money, but it also destroys nature. It is so good now. Donors can come here more for outings in the future. make a sightseeing tour."
After saying that, the little monk raised his head and smiled happily at the confused tourists:
"If donors have Buddha in their hearts, then the Buddha is in their hearts and can be worshiped at any time. If there is no Buddha in their hearts, then it is useless to worship because the Buddha is not in their hearts."
After saying that, the little monk with a blushing face left a group of tourists looking at each other and skipped down the mountain.
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In the afternoon, Wugou, dressed in pure white cassock, was sitting in the inn, with a helpless expression on his face, touching the forehead of his apprentice Liu Yuniang and healing her.
"Why did that donor hit you?"
"I'll bargain with that old man." Liu Yuniang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, said angrily:
"I bought fruit with that old man, and his apples cost ten cents and fifty taels, so I bargained with him for ten cents and seven taels, and then he refused. But Master, you also know that as a big snake monster, I have lived for so many years. He was very talkative and quickly got the old man to agree."
"Since you said you agreed, why did the old benefactor hit you?" Wugou was confused.
"That's because after I agreed, I suddenly discovered that his pears are quite big and good, better than apples."
At the inn table, Liu Yuniang said angrily: "I bargained with him for a pear again. I told the old man that he was angry, but he refused to sell it to me and scolded me. Master, do you think I can bear this? So I Got into a fight with him."
Having said this, Liu Yuniang seemed to feel a little embarrassed, so she glanced at Wu Kuan secretly, and then added aggrievedly:
"When the old man was young, he was the Grand Marshal of the Lan Kingdom. He had practiced the Three Death Sutras for more than fifty years, and his cultivation had reached the level of an old man. Not only was he a proficient through-arm boxer, but he was also proficient in whipping. , stick, Guaizi Meteor, Ziwu Yuanyang Yue and many other weapons."
After hearing this, Wu San finally understood and nodded helplessly.
The current world is indeed not as easy as before for cultivators, ghosts, and demons.
With the spread of the Three Death Sutras, more and more warriors began to rise to prominence during this seventy-year period, and the status gap between mortals and immortal cultivators also narrowed infinitely in just a few decades. From time to time, there will be news that some immortal cultivators are arrogant in the mortal world and beaten up by mortals.
It is said that last month in Yingli Continent, there was a cultivator who spitted on the street and was arrested by the court and asked to be fined. Then the cultivator disobeyed the sentence and was arrested and beaten all over his head.
These days, it is not uncommon for immortal cultivators to be bullied, but this is still relatively rare. After all, among the immortal cultivators, it is only a small number of scum who make trouble with mortals. What is even worse are monsters and ghosts. Those who are beaten by mortal warriors are really dead. Now, the monsters that used to love to eat people are now very perverted when talking about people, and the fierce ghosts that used to love to harm people can now feel enough masculine energy wherever they go. Let alone attack people, they can't even get up close.
How can I put it, the world has indeed changed, and cultivating immortals is no longer the only source of power. Now the status of many martial arts sects has begun to be on an equal footing with the cultivating sects. With the blessing of the Three Death Sutras of the Forced God, I don’t know how many warriors can perform He developed martial arts that contained incredible power, and his status as a mortal emperor began to increase infinitely.
In that huge army, which can number hundreds of thousands at every turn, every soldier has at least a medium level of strength, and the generals and marshals can even have an old level of cultivation. Such a force can easily overcome a small town. A small Immortal Cultivating Sect can still stand a fight against a Zhongda Immortal Cultivating Sect, which is extremely terrifying.
It is said that the Tang Dynasty, the most powerful military force in the Sinan Continent, now has an army of 1.1 million people, and there are nearly ten top masters of the old and powerful realm, as well as a great king of the king hidden in the palace. able.
Such a force, even if Emperor Jiang, who had lived in seclusion for many years, did not take action, would be enough to cause headaches and even fear to any immortal cultivating sect in the Tang Dynasty. The person who created the current situation was the little deer donor who was praised by warriors all over the world as the current martial god.
