Chapter 933

"Eh!" sighed Wukong, "I don't know what kind of villain can make the four vajras bind their hands and die. The eleven Yao dare not turn back and talk. The two Dharma guardians fell in front of the door. He killed 17 of the eighteen Arhats. Only one tiger subduing Arhats disappeared, which makes it difficult for people to know the inside story. The emperor Taiyin also told me that six great bodhisattvas and five hundred Arhats died ahead."

"It's really a peerless devil. Step on Lingshan quickly!"

Buddha's body is bleeding and arhat's misfortune. I don't know how many ferocious and ominous things have been born in the thunder hall, that is, Wukong has great ability to come and go freely without being trapped. He went on. Sure enough, he soon saw five hundred Arhats sitting cross legged outside the gate of the main hall, with the appearance of leading their necks and killing.

All the gold bodies are broken. I don't know where my soul has gone.

Sure enough, there were the bodies of the six great bodhisattvas in front. They were all killed easily, but they had no power to fight back. Wukong came all the way. Bodhisattva Weituo and Jialan died outside the mountain gate, eighteen Arhats were almost outside the second gate, four vajras fell outside the mountain gate, and the eleventh Dayao died not far from them. Now, outside the main hall, he met 500 Arhats.

The body of the empty Tibetan Bodhisattva fluttered on the steps of the main hall. It was half outside the door and half inside the door. It was a great Leiyin temple. There, one floor, one section, one hall and one hall. It was not until the big bear hall that the Buddha of the Tathagata sat. Wukong looked into the hall and actually saw the figure of the Buddha of the Tathagata.

Immediately he took a cold breath and said, "that guy... Did you kill even the old Tathagata?"

The Mahavira hall can be described as a corpse in ten steps. It is the venerable, Youpo, good man and Dharma protector of the Western Lingshan mountain. Wukong's Dharma eye is the same. He knows that none of them were killed by the murderer in front, because these venerable Youpo's mana is far worse than those holy Buddhas in front. However, there are signs of fighting and killing in this hall. The knife and gun killing marks on the corpse are the same as the eighteen Jialan Dharma protector who was cut down by random knives, Some similarities.

"It must be the man who broke in all the way, and the Holy Buddha of Lingshan resisted layer upon layer. Therefore, those arhat Bodhisattvas with high magic power died in front and asked these third rate miscellaneous soldiers to hide behind. Later, those arhat Bodhisattvas with high magic power died clean. When the murderer came here, he didn't even look at these dregs, but went straight up to see old man Tathagata and the people behind him , just killed the venerable Youpo here. "

Wukong sighed and went straight to the lotus seat where the Tathagata fell.

On the Dharma of the Tathagata, there was a palpitating and terrible breath. It was immeasurably solemn and dignified. Its hair was as lifelike as before. He saw the Dharma smiling at the corners of his mouth. Wukong looked at it from head to foot. He was sure that the murderer who stepped on the Lingshan mountain didn't hurt the Dharma of the Tathagata. If he hadn't been in this main hall, he would have been like the killing of Shura. Who can be sure, The Tathagata Buddha has died away?

Even so, Wukong was still not sure. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly made a face. Seeing that the Tathagata Dharma body had no response, he said with a smile: "is it that the Tathagata really disappeared from Nirvana and tried to resist the Vatican demons? Otherwise, his disciples and grandchildren on the Lingshan mountain were slaughtered and didn't open their eyes?"

"But the reactions of the four heavenly kings and the eleven Yao are too strange!"

"And the murderer killed all the way without blinking an eye. He didn't move a bit to this Tathagata Dharma body. There must be a ghost!" Wukong said.

He went to the back of the Tathagata Dharma body, slipped off his pants, and was about to take a bubble. The hair left in front of him, he saw that the smile on the Tathagata Dharma body's face gradually disappeared. Wukong quickly tied his belt and jumped down and said, "there is a ghost... Tathagata, don't play with me!"

"Say... What the hell happened on the Lingshan mountain?"

"My grandson was sent by the Jade Emperor to investigate..." Wukong asked with a stick.

As soon as the name of the Jade Emperor was taken out, he saw that the gesture of the Tathagata Dharma body had changed. The handprint originally tied on his chest suddenly pointed to the right. Wukong looked at the Sutra Pavilion on the right and said vaguely: "Tathagata Buddha, what riddle do you play with me? If there is anything, you can tell me directly... Well, well! I'll go and have a look."

Walking straight to the Sutra Pavilion, I saw the sweeping elites in the Sutra Pavilion. They saw that countless venerable people in the pavilion had been killed. In the pavilion, countless Sutras were either engraved with stone tablets, or books and shell leaves, including silk, paper, and even Wukong saw bamboo paperback. I'm afraid there are hundreds of millions of books in such a large Sutra Pavilion.

Wukong was overjoyed. He couldn't even track down the murderer. He shouted again and again: "good luck, good luck. The murderer who stepped on the Lingshan mountain didn't see what he had taken, but he left countless benefits to Lao sun. The scriptures of the great Leiyin temple have been stored for hundreds of millions of years, thousands of disasters, and have accumulated countless. My Lao sun doesn't love anything else, but he loves reading. It's great luck!"

He immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to take away all the three collections. He was afraid that the wind would blow and damage the scattered and fragile scriptures. He only pulled out hundreds of hairs and separated them to put hundreds of millions of scriptures in the scripture Pavilion into his sleeve.

The Sutra pavilion has more than one floor. Wukong walks one floor and rolls one floor. At the top of the building, it is a small room. There are living and sleeping equipment and Zen room layout. Wukong walks in and has a look. It turns out that it is a place where an old monk lives.

The old monk is old. His eyebrows are down to the ground. There is no living breath on his body. He is as dead as death.

When Wukong was ready to retreat, the old monk suddenly said, "Monkey King, you're coming!"

Wukong wondered, "who are you? All the monks, gods and Buddhas in the temple are dead? Why are you still alive?" the old monk said with a smile: "all the people and Buddhas in the temple are dead... Of course, the one who survived is the murderer!"

Wukong was not surprised, but smiled and said, "no... You are not alive."

The old monk also smiled and said, "Monkey King, I'm talking to you, but you say I'm not alive?"

"The four heavenly kings and the eleven Yao have also talked to me. Are they still alive? The Tathagata has also instructed me. Is he still alive?" Wukong said with a smile: "you live in the past. Now, you are dead!"

"Hahaha!" the old monk said with a smile, "after all, the monkey king is the monkey king. Yes, I'm dead!" the old monk said Youyou, "but I didn't die in the hands of the murderer. I died a thousand times ago. I'm the past Buddha!"

"So you are the Buddha who lit the lamp!" Wukong became a quantum Yuanshen. He could count all the world at one thought. Naturally, no memory could escape his Yuanshen search: "the Buddha who lit the lamp was killed in the past, so you are dead. Of course, the murderer would not kill a dead person... No, dead Buddha."

"Of course, you won't tell me who killed so many people in Lingshan!"

"I've seen too many strange people this time! The four heavenly kings dare not tell me, and the eleven Yao dare not tell me. The Tathagata Buddha played charades with me, as if the dead had nothing to do with him. But all the people in the great Leiyin Temple died. If the four heavenly kings and the eleven Yao only died once, it's understandable that they are so strange, but those Bodhisattva Arhats are not It's fake death. It's really in and out. "

"So, what are you thinking?" Wukong frowned.

The light burning ancient Buddha laughed loudly. He said with a smile, "Wukong, you are wrong! They won't tell you, I will!"

Wukong was bluffed: "are you not with them?"

"Of course not!" the lantern burning ancient Buddha folded his palms and said, "because I killed them!"