Chapter 941

It is a consensus that monks call Amitabha when they ask for food and cheat Taoists for money.

However, when a monk was wearing a Taoist robe and calling for boundless heaven, Zhang San and others did not know whether to regard him as a monk or a Taoist.

Li Si is such a person. After the monk called out the road number, he couldn't help cursing: "pinched, are you a mixed hair or a bald donkey?"

The monk was not angry. Shan Zhang stood in his heart and walked slowly to the place seven or eight meters away from the stone house. Then he stopped and said, "miscellaneous hair is a bald donkey, and a bald donkey is also a miscellaneous hair. Whether a bald donkey or a miscellaneous hair, the world can see what a bald donkey is. Why should the benefactor have to understand this?"

"Shit, don't compare with us."

Zhang San took up the pistol with his right hand and said with a sneer, "honest monk, we don't have time to argue with you here. We should hand over our things as soon as possible, so as not to feel uncomfortable."

The honest monk kept his current action and asked calmly, "what should I hand over to you

Li Si took a step forward: "of course, it is the Scripture. Honest monk, you change your evil ways and go back to the shore. We can't control it. We hope you can finally become the main road. Therefore, it becomes a burden on your practice. You'd better hand it over to avoid delaying your cultivation. "

The honest monk laughed: "what the benefactor said is unreasonable. Although the monks never value their belongings, they don't give them to anyone

Li Si asked, "who are you going to give the Scriptures to?"

Before the honest monk said anything, the Reverend officer sneered and said, "of course, you are a predestined person."

The honest monk looked at the dignitary standing in the shadow, and his eyes were complicated. But then he became clear and clear. Then he sat on the ground with his knees crossed and his head slightly lowered. He said, "the benefactor is right. Everything in the world belongs to a word of" fate. "

Zunshi's voice was a little shrill: "then, who is the predestined person?"

The honest monk replied, "nature is a predestined person."

"Paralyzed, I don't have time to talk to you. I'll give you three seconds to think about it. I'll give it to you forever."

Zhang San, who was a little grumpy, opened the insurance with a crash and cursed: "now there is no old miscellaneous hair to protect you. What do you expect to resist?"

The honest monk replied with a smile, "I'm dead, and no one can get that Sutra any more. So, benefactor, please hurry up - in fact, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, because I'm very tired."

Zhang San was stunned.

An honest monk is not afraid to die. As he said, he was very tired after waking up. For him, being killed is liberation. But if Zhang sanjhen wants to kill him, he can't find the Sutra again.

The life and death of an honest monk is nothing to the organization, but the Scripture must be obtained.

The Reverend envoy said slowly: "honest monk, you are forcing us to use strong. I hope you can bear the pain."

After sighing heavily, the honest monk said, "benefactor, the killing you've committed is heavy enough. Before that, you've suffered countless wrongs every night. Are you still stubborn?"

The venerable envoy hid in the shadow of the woods, and could not see her at all. However, when the honest monk said this, Zhang San saw her body suddenly shake and screamed, "how do you know?"

Just as the honest monk said, this person, whom Zhang San and his family revered as the envoy, has had a nightmare almost every night in the past six months, dreaming that those who had been very new to her and dared to give her back to her in the face of danger were standing in front of her window.

Some had blood on their faces, some had lost their heads, and others had a big hole in their hearts. What's more, they were obviously a pile of bloody rotten meat. These people, standing in front of her window, did not speak, looked at her coldly, and some seemed to be laughing.

She couldn't describe it in words. She would be scared to open her eyes and turn over to sit up. Only when she found that she was dreaming, the cold sweat made her seem to have just jumped out of the water.

When a person has such nightmares once or twice, she may not care, but when she has the same nightmares almost every night, she should suffer more than death.

Within a month after the nightmare, Zun Shi quickly pined down, or her spirit weakened to the extreme. If her cultivation was not deep enough, she would have collapsed.

It was because the night was her hell that she went to work in the nightclub.

In nightclubs, she can stay up all night and spend her rest time in the daytime.

Although we can also have that nightmare in the daytime, generally speaking, the daytime is more masculine after all. Even if we have that nightmare, we will not be as afraid as before.

Through various means and her own cultivation, she finally got rid of the nightmare, or those people.A few days ago, she always dreamt of unjust souls and lives. It was the secret of the envoy and the memories she did not dare to recall. She forced herself to forget it. But now the honest monk said it.

”That's why you don't feel guilty and don't fear ghosts calling. Fool, you see what's over there! "

the honest monk once again gave a faint smile to Zunshi's misbehavior, and raised his hand to point to the deep woods behind her.

Your subconscious turn and look.

Zhang San and several other people also saw that there was nothing in the woods except the slight rustle and rain, and there was nothing at all in the woods. They were sneering in their hearts. When the monk was about to be honest, the monk would play tricks. However, Zun suddenly screamed: "ah, you don't come here, don't come here!"

The voice of your envoy is sharp with great fear, as if you wake up in the middle of the night and find a skeleton in your bed.

What did she see?

Just when Zhang San Li Si's nerves were tense, the Exorcist raised his flute and blew his drum force!

The sound of the flute played by the Exorcist before sounded very sharp, just like the sound of a fierce ghost being clamped by an iron door and squeezed fiercely from his bones, which made people feel chilly after listening to it.

But now the sound of the flute played by the Exorcist is as peaceful, solemn and solemn as the Buddha light in the legend, with the warmth of spring and snow, which makes people feel comfortable on the lawn under the sun.

What's more, the thousands of poisonous snakes were lying lazily in the grass, coiled up and motionless.

The excited Zunshi soon calmed down and breathed a long sigh of relief. The broken ghosts she had just seen disappeared, and only the gentle warm wind passed through the treetops.

The honest monk's eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly opened, and their eyes flashed with surprise and admiration. But then he recovered to nature and said in a slow voice: "it's worthy of being a greedy wolf's Exorcist. This kind of skill can make people feel calm, which can be regarded as superb."

"This is the exorcism."

The Exorcist spoke, and his voice was very soft: "honest monk, according to your identity, it is not disrespectful to intimidate others with this kind of low-level means of disturbing people's mind?"

The honest monk replied coldly, "I'm just a grave keeper. What's your identity?"

The Exorcist chuckled, and the solemn atmosphere just now swept away, and was full of obvious debauchery: "cluck, honest monk, it's self defiled to say so. At that time, you were one of the three masters of Angui sect. Under one person, above ten thousand people, hundreds of people would be driven by you, one after another. "

The Exorcist said, and slowly walked out of the woods: "in Angui religion, only you, the Lord of the middle palace, can do this, even if you are an GUI Wang. Honest monk, I'm very puzzled. Did you think of the forest of handler when you were using your heart to treat cholera? In handler forest, there are more than 1300 Christian subordinates who died because of your wrong command

Suddenly, the voice of exorcism was sharp! Speaking of it, you old bald ass is the biggest murderer in the world! One thousand and three hundred living lives died because of your wrong instructions, handler. Aren't you afraid of those evil spirits to claim their lives at night

"Amitabha

The honest monk raised his Buddhist name, and his body began to shake violently, and his breathing became more and more serious. It was like a mountain on his shoulder that he could not bear and could collapse at any time.

Before that, the honest monk had always called "boundless Tianzun", but now he is shouting "Amitabha Buddha". This is not a slip of tongue or a deliberate act, but an instinct.

Exorcist, using his means to deal with the envoys, was used on him, which made him think of the battle of handler forest.

The Exorcist was right. Last year, during the battle of handler forest, there were more than 1300 fanatics. They were all the hands that the palace of anggui could provide, but on the last night, the whole army was destroyed.

So many people were completely destroyed, and they had a lot to do with the command of the honest monk. In the past, if he had been there, there would never have been such a tragic scene.

But at that time, he and sun Tianyang went to mongel to wait for good news. So, the honest monk should be fully responsible for the loss of more than 1300 people.

When he got the news, the honest monk was shocked, angry, distressed and afraid, but he didn't feel guilty: what's the matter with those people who died in order to do great things?

But when he came to baiyun temple and was ordered to leave by the old Taoist priest, he knew how sinful he was!

If the old Taoist priest had not asked him to be the next tomb keeper before his death, the honest monk would have committed suicide and apologized Those who have returned to their conscience and humanity can not bear the great crimes they have committed.

After being distracted by the Exorcist tonight, the honest monk immediately thought of the war. Those who died had cold sweat on their foreheads. After shouting the name of Buddha, they folded their palms and lowered their heads. They only felt that all sounds were gray and their lives disappeared.After clearly feeling the change of the honest monk's temperament, the Exorcist made a flash of pride in his eyes, and said in a voice: "old monk, do you still need to insist on anything now? It's time to hand over the Sutra and go where you should go

"Where should I go?"

The honest monk was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his head and murmured, "yes, it's time to go where I should go. Thank you for your advice. As for the Sutra, it is in Wenchang... "

As soon as he said this, he suddenly heard another voice from luogong tower, like Huang Zhong Da Lu: "go!"

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