Everyone felt frightened when they saw this scene.
The identity of this young monk is not simple.
His uncle took action against Su Lan, the general manager of Jubaozhai, and trapped him inside. How could he be a simple person?
There must be a strong background.
Under this situation, Jun Wuxie beat the young monk violently in public, and even prepared a rationale, saying that he beat him violently to save his life!
What is the logic?
People can't help but think of what the young monk said before. Why do they feel that the logic between the two is somewhat similar?
It all seems to be bandit logic.
That is, it doesn't matter what you think, I just want what I think!
"Little monk, please bear with me, I'll help you clear your blood."
Jun Wuxie's eyes lost the coldness before and became very kind.
After the words fell, in the young monk's frightened and angry voice, the golden blood-flowing palms struck him heavily.
Suddenly, the young monk felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart. The place where he was hit was deeply dented, leaving a clear palm print.
His internal organs suffered a violent blow, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat.
Jun Wuxie raised his palm again and was about to continue killing.
"Amitabha! The donor is ruthless and has fallen into the devil's path!" A middle-aged monk walked out of the treasure house without even touching the ground. Buddha's light shone all the way, and the faint sound of scriptures came from his body.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly.
How many people came to the Dafan Zen Sect?
There is someone inside who is forcibly raping Yueyao and Su Lan.
In addition to the young monk who was beaten violently by him, now a middle-aged monk appeared.
This middle-aged monk's aura was as deep as the sea, and the Buddha's light was so pure that it was like the sun shining brightly, with golden light all over the place.
"Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately may alleviate the sins of the little benefactor." The middle-aged monk walked towards Jun Wuxie, and when his footsteps fell, his heart began to beat, and every beat was like being touched by a hand. I squeezed it hard and felt like I was suffocating.
"Really?" Jun Wuxie circulated his blood energy to protect his heart and said, "Let that old bald ass Huiyuan release my sister and Su Lan. Maybe you can also alleviate your sins."
"Amitabha, please don't be stubborn." The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said with a solemn and compassionate face: "Elder Huiyuan helps the two female donors to open their wisdom roots and take refuge in my Buddha. This is to save all sentient beings on behalf of the Buddha. They have immeasurable merit and virtue. Seventh level Buddha."
There was a pop.
Jun Wuxie slapped the young monk's face to pieces, causing blood to splatter.
"Master is too persistent and has developed inner demons." After he finished smoking, he looked at the middle-aged monk and said, "I will use massage techniques to help this young master open up the blocked blood and energy and save his life from danger. Doing good deeds and helping others is better than building a nine-level pagoda."
On the middle-aged monk's solemn and compassionate face, his facial muscles twitched twice.
Everyone’s expressions were wonderful.
Today was an eye-opener. Two people used robber logic to robber logic.
"Good, good!" The middle-aged monk said with a compassionate look: "The little donor is deeply possessed by the devil, and it is difficult to get rid of the demon in his heart. Adhering to the great kindness and compassion of my Buddha, I can only invite the little donor back to the Zen Sect, stay with the Buddha, and listen to Only by purifying the anger in your heart with the teachings of the true Buddha can you save the little benefactor from causing harm to the world. Amitabha!"
After he finished speaking, Tanshou grabbed it.
Suddenly, a palm condensed with Buddha's light covered an area of tens of meters. The golden light was brilliant, just like the hand of Tathagata, falling from the sky to capture Jun Wuxie in his hand.
Uh-huh!
A flash of purple blood cut through the sky, killing the hand of Buddha's light in one fell swoop.
It was a blood sickle, with a crescent-shaped front section and a handle nearly two meters long. Bloody light flowed through the body, and the runes on it shone brightly.
It was suspended in the sky above Yan Qingcheng's head, its blade pointing directly at the middle-aged monk.
"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk looked solemnly, looking at Yan Qingcheng, who was masked in purple gauze, and said: "I want to help people out of the sea of suffering and reach the other side. Why does the female donor stop me?"
"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva can kill the bald donkey in one breath with three thousand six hundred cuts." Yan Qingcheng said indifferently: "I just want to ferry the master to the west to see the Buddha. The master is compassionate and should have the Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagles. Why don’t you lead your neck to be slaughtered?”
The middle-aged monk's face suddenly changed, and he became a little angry and said: "Amitabha, the female donor is forcing others to do something difficult!"
Yan Qingcheng looked inside the Jubaozhai and said, "Isn't it that the elder of your sect is trying to force others into trouble?"
"The two cannot be compared." The middle-aged monk shook his head and said with lowered eyebrows: "Elder Huiyuan is trying to extradite someone who is destined to be my Buddha. What I planted today is a good cause, and good results will inevitably come from it. The female donor is like this The behavior is a butcher's knife stained with blood, how can we compare it to that?"
"That's not right." Yan Qingcheng shook his head and said lightly: "The blood sickle passes through your body and the Buddha sits in your heart. This is the true meaning of Buddha. As long as there is a Buddha in your heart, my blood sickle can pass through your body. The blood sickle is stained with blood. , the seeds of good deeds will send you to the bliss of the Western Heaven and meet the true Buddha."
"Amitabha, female donor, you are using strong words!"
It is difficult for the middle-aged monk to maintain his solemn and compassionate look, with his face full of anger.
"The master is angry and has not understood the Buddha's teachings. It seems that all these years of Buddha cultivation have been in vain. Only by going to the West and seeing the real Buddha can we understand the true meaning of Buddha."
"Female donor!" The middle-aged monk's eyes became cold, and he approached Yan Qingcheng and said, "It seems that the female donor has also entered the devil's way like the little donor. Today, I said that I can't conquer the demon. Demonic!"
After he finished speaking, he attacked Yan Qingcheng directly.
The corners of Jun Wuxie's mouth twitched slightly.
This bald donkey is really lighting a lantern in the toilet, looking for death!
Dare to take the lead in attacking Yan Qingcheng?
"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva will kill you three thousand six hundred times with one breath to carry you to the Western Heaven."
Yan Qingcheng's voice was very calm and there was no movement at all, but the blood sickle slashed out with blades that filled the sky.
The speed was so fast that everyone present could not see clearly.
All you could see was that at the moment when the blood sickle was slashed out, the originally arrogant middle-aged monk disappeared on the spot.
All that was left was a flying bald head and a sky full of minced meat.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank, and her heart was extremely shocked.
His mental power swept over and counted the pieces of meat clearly. Not counting the bald head, there were 3,600 pieces in total!
In the blink of an eye, it was really executed 3,600 times!
terrible!
What kind of attack frequency is this?
Jun Wuxie looked at Yan Qingcheng in shock.
This charming, cold and charming woman.
In the Nanshan Secret Realm, he even bullied her and treated her forcefully.
Only when he returned to the outside world did he realize how terrifying she was!
Everyone was shocked by this scene, and felt chills all over their bodies and chills down their backs.
An eminent monk disappeared in the moment when the blood sickle was swung, and turned into pieces, leaving only a head with eyes wide open and terrified!
In Jun Wuxie's hands, the suppressed young monk was so frightened that he collapsed.
"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha's cry came from the Jubaozhai: "For a powerful man like you to actually attack me, a lower-level protector of the Zen sect, it is really beneath your status!"
"Haha." Yan Qingcheng said lightly: "You, a Zen elder, personally attack a little girl who doesn't know how to practice. Don't you lose your status?"
"Hmph! Our Dafan Zen Sect has always followed the principles of our Dafan Zen Sect in doing things. It is our Buddhist sect's business to convert the two female benefactors to the Buddha! Could it be that you are behaving like this today because you want the entire family and sect to be with you? Am I connected with the Buddha?"
"You are so loud that you actually threaten me! Why, do you still want to convert my entire family and force them to convert?"
Yan Qingcheng's eyes became very cold, and he walked towards the treasure gathering room, saying: "Since you have said this, I would like to see what you have to rely on to be so swollen!"
At this time, Jun Wuxie broke the young monk's neck and immediately followed him.
At this moment, there was a sea of people outside the gate of Jubaozhai, all watching the conflict.
Over at the Tianjing Building in the capital, the first building owner and others gathered at the top of the Tianjing Building, looking at Jubaozhai from a distance with shock on their faces.
"That Jun Wuxie invited the Soldier Saint on the spirit boat last time. Although the Soldier Saint didn't show up this time, the woman in purple is at least a general sect emperor-level figure!"
The first poster felt that he needed to get to know Jun Wuxie again.
This young man who seemed to be born in a small town had not only a warrior saint behind him, but also a powerful man at the level of a sect emperor.
It is impossible for a Saint-level powerhouse who cultivates military skills to always pay attention to a young man, but this young man now has the Emperor as his backer, and the Emperor must have masters under his command.
He analyzed and concluded that there was a force behind this young man, which was definitely extremely powerful.
Although it cannot be compared with the headquarters of Tianjing Building, it cannot be underestimated.
"Even if you make friends with such people, try not to antagonize them, otherwise they will bring losses to Tianjing Tower. Even if someone from the headquarters solves the matter, I will not be able to escape the crime of dereliction of duty and will definitely die!"
The first poster thought to himself and made a decision in his heart.
