"Murong Xue."
Ye Xiu's eyes were sinister, "Do you think I won't be wary of you this time?"
As the sound fell, two more figures emerged. this
The two photos taken were also of the Golden Bodhisattva. night
Xiu actually brought three golden bodhisattvas with him on this trip.
Murong Xue's face couldn't help but look ugly. three
A golden bodhisattva?
No matter how strong she is, she can't stop the three golden bodhisattvas. "
Kill that kid first, and then take care of Feixue City. "
Ye Xiu's patience with Murong Xue had obviously come to an end, and he ordered coldly.
Suddenly, a golden bodhisattva resisted Murong Xue, while the other two golden bodhisattvas flew towards Ximen Wuxue.
Ximen Wuxue fought hard to resist.
It's a pity that even if he is a monster enough, after all, his cultivation level is only that of a Heavenly Arhat, and he is no match for the two golden bodhisattvas. ten
After a few breaths, he was at an absolute disadvantage. "
Uncle, why don't you save him? "
Lin Yan was a little anxious. "
Not urgent. "
Lin Mu said calmly. "
It's not urgent. If you don't take action, I think he will be finished. "Forest
flue. Forest
Mu shook his head and did not explain further. Forest
Yan Qi stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do to Lin Mu.
At this time, Ximen Wuxue's situation became even more dire and dangerous.
Suddenly, when Ximen Wuxue was trying his best to deal with the golden bodhisattva in front of him, another golden bodhisattva moved and appeared behind him, and slapped the back of Ximen Wuxue's head hard with his palm.
If this palm is struck, Ximen Wuxue will die.
Seeing Ximen Wuxue's hair dancing and the golden Bodhisattva's palm less than three feet away from his head, the golden Bodhisattva's face suddenly changed and he retreated instead of advancing. Swish
Several
In an instant, the golden bodhisattva retreated hundreds of miles.
At the same time, an ice flying sword flew past the golden Bodhisattva's original location.
The aura of this ice flying sword is extremely terrifying.
If the golden bodhisattva insists on killing Ximen Wuxue, Ximen Wuxue will definitely die, but he will not be able to escape the fatal attack of this ice flying sword.
What makes people even more frightened is that the aura emitted by this ice flying sword clearly surpasses that of a Bodhisattva and has the power of a Buddha.
Buddha is here!
All living beings looked in awe.
Sure enough, a snow light appeared in the sky thousands of miles away. In an instant, it cut through the void and appeared over the Snow River.
A hand with slender fingers, neither fat nor thin, and as white as mutton-fat jade, grasped the Ice Flying Sword. fly
The sword was created by eternal ice.
But this hand actually seems to be whiter and more translucent than the flying sword. This is an extremely beautiful hand.
Such a hand, in the imagination of all living beings, should belong to a beautiful woman who conquered the country.
The next moment, the expressions of all living beings froze for a while. from
The person who walked out of the void was a man. Only
It’s okay if he’s a man. this
He is also a bald monk. Forest
There was interest in Mu's eyes. exist
Xitian, practicing Buddhism does not necessarily mean you must be a monk.
The largest sect in the West, the Western Sect, run by the two masters of the series, are all Buddhists, but none of them are monks.
This is completely different from his Buddhism in the world of Tarsus and the earthly world deduced by Sang Huang. Buddha
It means awakening. West
The teachings of Fangjiao are that all living beings can become Buddhas, and it is not necessary to be ordained to become a Buddha.
The ordained monks are called "ascetics" in the West. They are completely different from the Western teachings of bliss. Instead, they are a minority. Light
The head monk has a peerless appearance, but he wears coarse cloth monk robes and straw sandals. "
Who are you? "two
The golden-bodied Bodhisattva stared solemnly at the bald monk. bitter
The number of practicing monks in Western Heaven is very small, which makes them extremely mysterious, and the outside world's understanding of them is very limited.
"It doesn't matter who the poor monk is. The key point is that Ximen Wuxue is the disciple of the poor monk. Please show your support." Guang Guang
The head monk clasped his hands together and said gently.
"this……"
The two golden bodhisattvas looked at each other.
They didn't want to let Ximen Wuxue go, but this monk was clearly a Buddha, so how could they afford to offend him. just
I wanted to agree to the bald monk, but I heard Ye Xiu say sternly: "Let him go if you say let him go? Monk, I am Prince Ye Motian. I advise you to tie Ximen Wuxue to me and send him away, so as not to get into trouble."
"Why."
The bald monk sighed helplessly.
Then, he waved his sleeves. exist
Under the horrified gazes of countless creatures, his sleeves expanded infinitely, and they seemed to be able to encompass the universe. Only
With a wave of his sleeve, Ye Xiu and the three golden bodhisattvas under him were all swept away and fell to an unknown number of light-years away.
"Master."
Ximen Wuxue's face was full of guilt, and she flew to the bald monk. Light
The monk Tou glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to look at Lin Mu.
Before he could speak, Lin Mu stepped forward and disappeared from the spot, appearing in Feixue City. Light
When the monk Tou was about to leave, Lin Yan followed him curiously: "Monk, did you kill Ye Xiu and the others?" Wen Yan
After saying this, the bald monk shook his head: "Buddhas should have a compassionate heart. How can they kill them wantonly? The poor monk just sent them back to Yemotian." Lin
Yan was stunned and said: "You didn't kill them, but you sent them home for free? Don't you know that if you let them go, they will not let your disciple go, and sooner or later they will come to take revenge?"
"What if you know, but so what if you don't know. When will the injustice be repaid? If this calamity cannot be resolved, how can the poor monks and evil disciples cherish this life?"
The bald monk said. Forest
Yan was even more dumbfounded, completely unable to understand the bald monk's thinking.
When facing the enemy, who came shouting to fight and kill, the monk just didn't kill him and sent him away without any problems.
What is even more unacceptable is that knowing that the other party will retaliate, the monk not only does not think about how to deal with it, but also thinks that if this disaster cannot be resolved, it would not hurt to sacrifice himself.
She couldn't help but look at Ximen Wuxue. from
From the look in her eyes, she was clearly saying to Ximen Wuxue, is your master okay with his brain?
Ximen Wuxue had a wry smile on his face.
He also couldn't accept the master's idea, so he escaped.
But he knew that Master was not just saying it, he really had a great compassion, and he would not even bear to hurt ants and moths.
When the two made eye contact, the bald monk had disappeared.
At the same time, inside the city lord’s palace.
In a pavilion, Lin Mu stood with his hands behind his back. Light
The head monk appeared behind him, clasped his hands and said: "The layman is so unfathomable that the poor monk can't reach it. He dare not speculate. I just don't know why the layman let the poor monk come out?"
He is the Buddha, whose cultivation is not trivial, so he can naturally feel the terror of Lin Mu.
Even though Lin Mu was just a Bodhisattva, the sense of oppression given to him was more terrifying than that of many high-level Buddhas.
He also knew that Lin Mu didn't save Ximen Wuxue because he wanted him to step in. "
Ximen Wuxue is your disciple. I asked you as the master to save me. Is there any problem? "Forest
Mu said calmly.
The bald monk was slightly startled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny. Ximen Wuxue is good at making decisions and using his strength. This is his own calamity and he should survive it by himself."
"Really?" Lin
Mu smiled, "If that's the case, it would be more correct for me not to save him. It's just letting him suffer, but it's you, monk, who takes action at the last moment. Doesn't this violate the original intention?"
The bald monk smiled bitterly: "The layman's cultivation is profound and the Buddha's Dharma is vast and endless. A poor monk cannot compare to a layman."
