"Sir said that greed, anger and ignorance are the most taboo in Buddhism. Monk, you are safe!"
Xiaohu looked at the dumbfounded monk and said coldly: "I have seen the monk in the grotto outside Yuezhi City. He does not have the greed, anger and ignorance like you."
There is another sentence he didn't say: his husband is a master of profound Buddhist teachings.
The gentleman who recited sutras every day made Xiaohu understand some principles about Buddhism without knowing it.
The monk covered his neck, and a drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
But the blood didn't drip down. It dripped down his face to his neck and spread towards his chest.
Then it opened at the wound on his neck.
An extremely powerful pressure rushed out from the monk's body, and a thick black mist instantly enveloped him.
The Buddha in the world, which was originally radiant with light, suddenly became filled with black mist, and Xiaohu could no longer see the monk's face clearly.
The fat man felt that there was a mysterious force pulling him towards the black mist.
When Xiaohu saw it, he had no choice but to slap the fat man with one palm and fly towards Shuzi and the two of them... amid a burst of yelling, Shuzi reached out to catch the fat man like a rubber ball.
Then he said in his ear: "Don't make a sound."
Asuna looked at the scene in front of her and was so frightened that she hid behind Shuzi. She didn't expect that the monk in front of her turned into a black mist, which became more and more terrifying.
The fat man finally calmed down after hearing Shuzi's voice and stopped shouting.
Instead, he stared blankly at the scene in front of him and became stupid.
There was no sound, and the monk quietly tore a hole from his neck, all the way to his chest, and the blood turned into thick black mist and poured out.
Xiaohu looked up, but his brows furrowed tightly.
He is not a gentleman and cannot fight against the monk who has transformed into evil spirits. Moreover, he has never seen evil spirits at all and does not know that there is such thing as evil spirits in this world.
Seeing the evil spirit coming out of the monk's body getting stronger and stronger, it gradually began to spread towards Xiaohu.
Even if Xiaohu is now standing on the top of this world, if he is caught by the evil spirit in front of him, he will face great trouble unless he can return to Tianshan.
Unless my husband wakes up from his slumber this autumn, he is in danger of becoming a demon and becoming like the monk in front of him.
The fat man looked at Shuzi in fear and said, "This monk is a devil."
With his realm and character, he simply cannot resist such evil spirit. As long as a trace of evil spirit enters his body, he will become a demon.
A loud voice came from the thick evil aura: "Thank you for releasing me. To thank you, we will devour the four of you..."
Xiaohu looked at Hei Wu who was no longer a monk through the thick evil aura and sighed.
He said coldly: "It turns out that you have been possessed from the beginning. You killed the fat man just to find an excuse for yourself, and you killed me because you wanted to break free from the monk's body!"
"It's true that you keep irritating me and want me to take action and break the monk's body."
Having said this, Xiaohu had to feel sad for the monk from Dazhou.
After practicing hard all his life, in the end he became a vessel for the devil, occupied by this black mist that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.
A cold voice came from the black mist: "This is a fair duel. You kill the monk, and I will slowly devour you. In this way, I will kill you in a fair environment."
"Little tiger, step back. This is the evil spirit transformed by the devil. Don't let him get close to you!"
Shuzi not far away let out an anxious cry, and in her hand she was already holding a bow and arrow stretched into a full moon, and an iron arrow wrapped in a talisman was aimed at the black mist in front of Xiaohu.
"Welcome to my world, no one can stop you, come on, join me in becoming a demon."
The voices in the black mist became more and more solid, and it would take less than a moment for them to turn into reality, and finally break free from the monk's body.
As long as he condenses his body, the next target will be Xiaohu, Shu
Four sons.
The little tiger swooped back two feet and said: "Since you have become a demon, let us eliminate evil in the world and eliminate demons in this world!"
"Whoosh!" sounded, but the iron arrow in Shuzi's hand left the bowstring and flew towards the black mist like a bolt of lightning!
Just as the iron arrow shot into the black mist in the blink of an eye, a paper sword as big as a finger flew out of Xiaohu's hand!
"Boom! Boom!!" Two blasts rang out!
Asuna couldn't help but scream in shock, and even the fat man yelled loudly.
As long as the two of them were stunned, two golden flames burned in the black mist that was about to solidify into gods and demons.
An unpleasant burning smell spread in the wind, and a harsh scream came from the black fog.
"A mere talisman fire wants to take me down. It's a delusion... ah... this is not an ordinary talisman fire..."
The burning black mist suddenly let out a terrifying roar, and then flew towards Xiaohu.
He wanted to devour Xiaohu and occupy his body before he was burned up.
However, at this time, Xiaohu had already taken out his own bow and arrow, imitating Shuzi's example, and shot out an arrow.
This time, it was an iron arrow that was even more terrifying in the eyes of Fatty and Asuna!
Just listen to the sound of "Boom!"
The flying black mist exploded the moment the iron arrow flew out, and then countless small flames floated in the air and burned quietly.
In Asuna's eyes, it was as if countless gorgeous fireworks were set off in front of her eyes.
It's just that the fireworks were too scary. During the explosion, Shuzi pulled her and flew backwards, dodging the flying sparks.
Golden flames burned in the terrifying black mist.
The voice in the black mist became smaller and smaller, and returned to the form of an urn and an urn of energy: "What kind of rune is this, what kind of iron arrow is this! Where can such talisman and arrows come from in this world?"
Xiaohu looked at the quietly burning flame suspended in mid-air with a proud smile on his face.
He replied coldly: "This is a magical talisman from Da Qin, specially made for monsters like you!"
The fat man not far away listened to Xiaohu's words, touched the bone-deep wound on his chest, endured the pain, and laughed quietly while watching Xiaohu.
He didn't even dare to laugh too loudly for fear of opening the wound on his chest.
The black mist suspended in mid-air was still burning, and the monk's body on the ground was also burning, but there was not a drop of blood from his body.
Apparently all the blood on his body turned into these burning evil spirits.
"This is impossible! Da Qin has disappeared for hundreds of years. Who are you... I am not willing to accept it..."
Gradually, the black mist in the air disappeared as the burning flames disappeared, and the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared in front of the four people.
Asuna squatted on the ground weakly, looking at the monk's body that was burned to ashes, and kept vomiting.
How long has it been? The fierce-looking monk a moment ago had turned into a handful of dust.
"Dingxin!" a voice sounded.
But a gust of breeze blew the two copper bells in the dust, making a crisp sound.
Xiaohu stepped forward, picked up the copper bell from the ground, looked at the fat man who was hiding far away, and said, "Now, it belongs to me."
The fat man curled his lips and said, "Where did this monster come from? How did it turn into black mist?"
Shuzi sighed, stared at him and said, "Only my brother knows about this kind of thing, how can Xiaohu know about it?"
Xiaohu blew the copper bell in his hand clean, handed it to Shuzi and said with a smile, "Sister Shuzi, keep it. I'll ask you later what kind of treasure this thing is."
Shuzi took the copper bell, put it to her ear and shook it gently, and a crisp sound rang in her ear.
I couldn't help but look at the fat man and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to fight with this monk and take the opportunity to steal the bell on his Zen staff. You are considered powerful."
Asuna glanced at Xiaohu and then at Fatty.
I couldn't help but ask: "Fat man, you are older than Xiaohu, how can you be so afraid of death?"
The fat man shook his head, looked at Xiaohu and said, "Then are you going to break up with me here?"
Xiaohu waved his hand and said: "Let's go, do what you want to do while the weather is good, remember, don't go out and mess around if you are too weak."
Pointing to the long stretch of yellow sand that appeared in front of him, Xiaohu looked at the fat man's confused expression and laughed.
He said, "Don't be afraid. I heard that that place is a geomantic treasure. You might as well marry a wife and live there."
Fatty saw that Xiaohu could even kill a possessed monk, and knew that there was a huge difference between the two, although he never understood Xiaohu's cultivation.
After thinking about it, even if I asked, it would be in vain.
So I went to get the horse, thanked Shuzi and Asuna, turned to Xiaohu and smiled and said, "I just owe you, you are not short of money."
Thinking of the Imperial Master of Northern Qi, thinking of the Great Zhou caravan that he had tricked, and looking at the monks disappearing into ashes in front of him, the fat man felt as if he was in a dream.
After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and climbed on the horse's back, waved to the three of them, and rode away.
It wasn't until the fat man's shadow was no longer visible that Xiaohu patted his head, looked at Shuzi and shouted, "In such a mess, I forgot to ask this guy's name."
Shuzi looked at him without saying a word.
Asuna shook her head and asked softly: "Well, can we go on our way?"
When the immediate danger was eliminated, her heart had already flown to the legendary Tianshan Mountains.
Xiaohu chuckled and said, "Let's move faster. We'll be home in a few days."
After being out for so long, Xiaohu missed his mother buried on the hillside.
Shuzi led the horse over and handed the reins to Xiaohu.
He said calmly: "You have caused a lot of trouble when you come out this time. Go back and ask your brother how to cultivate your mind."
Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
The three of them got on their horses and walked towards the Tianshan Mountains on the yellow sand. The sand and dust rolled up behind them, gradually burying the monk's Zen staff.
Waving the whip in his hand, Xiaohu shouted loudly: "Sir, Xiaohu is back."
Li Xiuyuan, who was under the abyss, naturally did not hear Xiaohu's cheers. He sat there for a long time, trapped in his own dream.
In his hand was a knife and a Buddha statue that was about to be formed.
The expression of the Buddha statue is not like him, but it looks like a living Ksitigarbha.
He didn't know how long it had been since he had rested, and he even forgot to carve horizontal and vertical lines on the stone wall to record the time.
In his opinion, time here stands still, except when he goes to plant spiritual fields, a ray of sunlight will fall from the sky, allowing the spiritual rice to grow here.
Every stone was a resentful soul, and the many entangled resentful souls made him exhausted. He believed that if it had been someone else, he would have collapsed long ago.
Time changes in the blink of an eye...
At this time, he seemed to have returned to Kangchuan City where Wu Xin and Jasmine went.
At that time, the biggest fear in Li Xiuyuan's heart was that he was afraid of not being able to find Wu Xin, and that he was afraid that this guy would accidentally enter his reincarnation.
Different from the last time, after some inquiries...
Only then did he realize that Wuxin and Jasmine in the dream were trapped in the Honglian Temple in the south of Kangchuan City. He wanted to rescue the two people trapped in the Buddhist temple.
After leaving Kangchuan City, he made a difficult decision, a decision that ran counter to what he had been practicing since. If the Buddha Temple was unreasonable, he would break his own rules.
Even if there are gods and Buddhas blocking his way, he will kill them with one sword.
At this time, he was holding the Samsara Sword in his hand, a rusty long sword, a breathtaking sword.
A sword that can cut through the sky, cut down the earth, and cut off reincarnation. This is his sword.
