Chapter 485

struggle,

Wrestling,

Stalemate,

The courage to try even though you know failure,

Even if it is heart wrenching pain, it is also indomitable,

The plan of beheading the three corpses failed, but it nourished the progress of that person, and made the worry in yinggou's heart more heavy.

no

He doesn't think he's worried,

Will not admit that they are in decline,

He is supreme,

Is omnipotent,

At this point,

He always believed that,

Be sure!

However,

This does not affect his integrity.

Countless false reincarnations and many times of life in the past have not been without accidents, but they have probably remained stable.

In this life,

Everything seems to have gone wrong,

First, the sister-in-law ghost almost went crazy,

Then Zhou Ze changed his identity,

Plus the legacy left by the prince of Mount Tai,

All kinds of coincidence or non coincidence,

Let the watchdog of this life,

Is constantly running towards an uncontrollable rhythm!

Walking a dog without leading a dog is equal to walking a dog

Who is a dog and who is a man depends on who holds the traction rope.

During this time,

Yinggou slowly had a feeling,

It seems that he has begun to be constrained by boss Zhou in many ways.

His dignity,

His arrogance,

His glory,

Never allow yourself to become a vicious dog in the hands of others,

never!

The scream of extreme pain kept coming from Zhou Ze's throat,

This,

It's his attitude!

Bai Yingying knelt beside her, crying with pain into tears;

The dark girl lay on one side, her face glazed with fear.

Only Zhou Ze himself is still in this fight,

Own and own fight!

However,

At this time,

Under the billboard that was hit with a hole in the oblique direction,

There was a sound of metal impact,

Someone stumbled to his feet among the rubble.

Under the darkness, it looks very abrupt.

At this time, the white practicing clothes were stained with rich blood color, and it was very dirty. The head, which was not very good-looking, had several large blood bags, which made people look very scared.

In fact,

At first, although the image of the monk with a scabby head was not good, he wore a cassock and shouted "Buddha's name", which still had a flavor. After all, he was a real Taoist monk.

And now,

It really has no image.

"Hoo..... Hoo..... Hoo......"

The monk with a scabby head kept panting heavily,

His left face swelled up,

This was just smoked by Zhou zegang,

It is estimated that there are few teeth left.

Zhou zegang just hit the nail on the head. Although the little black girl is not a very delicate one, people who can discount her legs and then poison her without saying a word are definitely not compatible with "mercy".

So,

Before, when the Leprechaun monk was pulled away,

Zhou Ze didn't leave his hand,

He felt that the monk should be beaten to death by himself,

Who knew this monk should be like this,

Head iron!

When I saw the monk come out,

Zhou Ze also silently stopped his "self mutilation" behavior, slightly twisted his neck, covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and pressed back.

The wound was scabbed and did not continue to bleed.

Previously,

The monk with a scabby head can suppress the white warbler by his own physical Kung Fu,

Right now,

Under Zhou Ze's attack,

Can stand up again,

This is like the vitality of Xiaoqiang,

It's really shocking.

Shoulder and beat,

It means you can live long!

"Poof!"

The monk spits out a mouthful of blood,

There are several broken teeth in it,

There are even some unknown fragments.

He straightened his neck,

Stubbornly maintained his shaky figure,

Like a proud Rooster!

The dark girl was lying on the ground. At this time, the chain on her body had not dissipated. She could only turn her head and look at the leprous monk who came staggering step by step.

Do not know why?

She suddenly felt shocked.

This monk,

Although it is also full of fallacies,

Although I like to be a smiling tiger,

Although they do things very carefully,

However,

Why didn't I find out before,

Can he be so ugly?

yes,

At this time,

The dark girl didn't think how brave and admirable it was for the monk to keep coming out,

You are so sick,

Just pretend to be dead under the billboard,

You think this is a TV series,

Still pretending to be a corpse!

I'm afraid I won't be able to play, so I'll come out and fight for the show, right?

After dying once, I don't think it's wonderful enough,

And ask the director to change his posture again?

It's not good for you to let this big brother commit suicide in peace!

incorrect,

incorrect,

He killed himself. Who will detoxify me!

The dark girl fell into the entanglement of herself. He was extremely weak under the severe injury. At this time, it seemed that even his mind became dull.

The monk with a scabby head came to a distance of only 20 meters from Zhou Ze,

He grinned,

Seems to be laughing,

But the swollen cheeks and the gums with few teeth left,

It makes people feel that he is crying.

"You shrink,

You rough Sen four, four no Buddha;

That poor forest,

Today,

Let you see four see four,

What four true Buddhas! "

There are many teeth missing, and the face is swollen like this,

There was also a leak when talking,

But the mangy monk still stuck to his arrogant stubbornness.

Zhou Ze looked at him,

It's like looking at a ZZ.

then,

Zhou Ze looked at his palm,

Because it was bombed by the relic last time,

Cause yourself to lose too much?

So now a punch can't kill an ordinary person?

The monk shut his mouth,

But his abdomen began to bulge,

It seems that he also feels that his voice is inaccurate now,

So,

He simply used ventriloquism.

God knows why this monk is so bored that he runs to learn this thing,

But now it's really used!

The voice of ventriloquism is a little low, but it gives people a sonorous and powerful feeling. In this dark night, it is more solemn!

"Buddha is in the heart;

Buddha, at your feet;

Buddha, it's you and me;

Buddha is all beings;

All beings are Buddhas,

Buddha is the pure land under the clouds,

Buddha can not exist,

But when you need it,

The Buddha is right in front of you.

Great freedom,

Immeasurable,

Human suffering, countless reincarnation,

In the end,

In one sentence:

My Buddha is merciful! "

The monk with a scabby head put his hands together,

One rose from him,

At this time, he,

There is really a spirit that although thousands of people I will go!

and,

This time, the Buddha light rippling on his body was not pure bright, but rather as thick as egg yolk, as if flowing out of mercury.

And the mangy monk standing in the center of the "egg yolk",

It seems so sacred and inviolable.

"Buddha is eternal. Buddha doesn't care about time. Buddha is in the past, Buddha is in the present, and Buddha is also in the future.

Buddha doesn't care whether there is or not,

Buddha ignores birth and death,

Creatures of the three realms,

There are countless Buddhas,

Because there are Buddhists walking,

Preach Buddhism,

Attracting people to view Buddhism,

Today,

Poor monk,

Worship Buddha for you! "

The monk with a scabby head reached out and touched Zhou Ze's head,

The true Buddha stroked me,

Lead me into the empty door!

Buddha Dharma is limitless,

Rolling Buddha light rippled out,

Rolling towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze stood still,

Just calmly looking at the monk in front of him.

however,

Until the monk's hand was about to touch Zhou Ze's hair,

Zhou Ze moved.

When Zhou Ze moved,

The monk with a scabby head was obviously stunned,

He,

Can you still move?

Under the pure Buddha light,

He can still move!

Amitabha! Amitabha!

This fucking script is wrong,

I have already planted seeds,

Extraordinary play!

Zhou Ze grabbed the mangy monk's wrist directly,

Without too many expressions,

There is no unnecessary explanation,

Compared with the long speech just made by the monk with a scabby head, it is gorgeous,

Zhou Ze's response was a little too simple and hurtful,

He,

Spit out a word:

"Dirty."

yes,

I think your hands are dirty,

So,

Don't touch my hair.

then,

A dump!

The monk with a scabby head is like a chicken caught by an eagle and thrown into the air,

When falling,

Zhou Ze punched out!

"Bang!"

Dull crash sound,

Mixed with a harsh, numbing sound of bone cracking,

biu！

Just full of looks,

A mangy monk with a flamboyant protagonist once again made a parabolic movement, which was hit on the beach and made a "boom" sound. The river on the bank was also stirred up in a large circle, causing waves on the river.

The dark girl breathed a sigh of relief,

Blinked,

At this time,

She felt that her non resistance policy,

How wise and correct it is.

It's not that I'm too counselled,

It is the enemy that is too strong and has no solution.

Bai Yingying also breathed a sigh of relief,

No matter how funny the monk is, his painting style is novel,

At least let the boss stop self mutilation,

Why doesn't your boss wake up,

boss,

Wake up quickly,

If you don't wake up, your body will be damaged by that person

However,

Just as Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to reopen the blood scab on his chest,

Before the time comes,

When I can continue to pull the river for a while,

On the beach,

Unexpectedly, a burst of loud singing came:

"When observing the free Bodhisattva, Prajna paramita walked deep for a long time, he saw that the five implications were empty and spent all hardships.

Relic son, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know... "

Dark girl: "sleeping in the trough, monk, can you fucking come?"

Bai Yingying: "good monk, come on, please be sure to hold on until the boss wakes up! Otherwise, he will start to hurt himself again!"

Zhou Ze's nails just touched back the blood scab,

Had to stop,

this moment,

Zhou Ze's mouth also couldn't help pumping,

The goods,

Not dead yet?

own,

Have you stepped back to this point?

Walked a few steps to the side of the road,

Zhou Ze saw it on the beach,

The mangy monk, covered with blood, unexpectedly stumbled to his feet again,

This time,

Not ventriloquism,

It's not spoken,

But the sound of the Sutra,

But on this bank, with the surging sound of the river, it kept coming,

The monk with a scabby head raised his hands,

Like crazy:

"Today,

Please open the door, disciple,

Please Buddha,

Subdue the devil! "

In the middle of the river,

Under the moonlight,

It seemed as if a golden Buddha appeared,

And behind this door,

It seems that there is really a Buddha about to push the door out!