"The old Taoist is deaf and can't hear it very well." Ichimako quickly coughed lightly, and then hurriedly took a leave: "This, there are still some trivial matters to deal with, so I'll say goodbye first."

Skip away.

Li Weierkang's hand... I heard from my explanation that things are not what you think!

However, Ichimako had gone far away, and Li Wei was speechless.

never mind.

Qingzu also turned into a phoenix and flew away.

"What do you mean by this?"

Li Wei's expression was confused and helpless.

.....

Dameng Temple—

"Amitabha Buddha, the stars shine on the world, and the human race is prosperous and prosperous. But why did the power of my Buddha begin to revive again in this human race? Those ancient monsters who have disappeared for a long time also appeared in the world. What era is this... what era is this?"

The old monk's hand turned the beads, which made him unable to understand.

He turned around and looked at the King Jun Tuliming behind him, and prayed with his hands together, hoping to get the Buddha's enlightenment.

Just now, a voice came.

"Amitabha Buddha, the wandering monk Jueming came to see him."

Turning around, he saw a monk wearing a gray novice monk's robe.

Abbot Sangji frowned and said, "Why don't you worship me when you see me Buddha?"

Although outsiders are forbidden from coming in at Dameng Temple, they did not ask much when they saw that the other party was also a monk, Abbot Sangji.

Maybe it was because the guards did not stop him from seeing the other party being a monk.

"Amitabha, why do I pray?"

"Why don't you worship the Buddha when the monk sees the Buddha?" Sangji frowned and clasped his hands together and said, "How can you be a monk if you don't worship the Buddha and be rude?"

This monk must be extremely rude.

At this time, the monks of Dameng Temple had already known that an outsider had come.

Moreover, I don’t worship the great Buddha.

Monk Jueming sat cross-legged.

"You know that I will not worship Buddha."

"If you don't worship my Ming King Buddha, why don't you worship?"

"I pray to Tathagata."

"Worship the Buddha statue of Mahavirazhan here, why don't you worship?"

"The Tathagata worshipped by me is here."

Monk Jueming smiled slightly, his fingers moved slightly, and a stream of water appeared in front of him.

In a mirror.

In the mirror, I turned out to be Jueming himself!

Sangji's face changed drastically.

"Demon Monk, do you actually say that you are the Great Sun Tathagata? So absurd...so blasphemous..."

"Amitabha Buddha, Tathagata, is compassionate to save the world, overcome all sufferings, and overcome all sufferings." Jueming said lightly: "However, I always couldn't figure out why Tathagata had not come to save the sufferings I saw or the sufferings I saw."

"Later, I looked at the mirror and realized that all the troubles and sufferings can be saved is the work of my own body and the labor of my own body."

"Tathagata is me, I am Tathagata."

"Demon Monk, Demon Monk!" Sang Ji said in a daze: "You...you are the Jueming Demon Monk!"

Only then did Sangji remember the face in front of him.

Isn't that true, is the evil monk Jueming?? He actually participated in the release of the ancient evil demon.

With a sound of Sangji, the monks around him also used their magic power to take down the demon monk in front of him.

"Amitabha... don't you understand? That's a pity." Jueming was a little regretful. No one here understood him, but there was no accident: "But there was no surprise, this Tantra... has always been like this."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

The Tantric Buddhist vocals, with a series of death-taking effects, entered Jueming's ears torture.

The deadly Buddha sound will never stop.

The glass around was shattered by the deadly Buddha sound of the Tantric monks, but Jueming was not feeling discomfort at all. He just came to the Buddha statue and raised his head.

"What are you going to do...you..." Abbot Sanji had an ominous premonition.

"I want to save him."

Jueming looked at the gilded statue of King Jun Tuliming in front of him.

The mud-wombed Buddha body is coated with countless gold powder, and the money of incense customers forms this magnificent Buddha.

Tantric Dameng Temple, in many domestic entertainment circles, many celebrities come to this Buddhist temple to worship.

"Damn it...how do I need you to come and pass on me?"

"The world, all things, the six realms of reincarnation, and the cycle of life and death is the law of heaven." Jueming said softly: "The silkworms in spring will not be able to die until they die, and they will turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. The flowers fall and then raise silkworms in spring. The Buddha, who is worshipped here for his desire, absorbs the spiritual veins of the land, and the power of incense and vows, and obtains immortality, but enshrines this great power outside the land of China."

"The Buddha has lived forever and never died, and he has plundered the spirit of the land without stopping."

"I send Him into the six realms of reincarnation, and let His existence return to the right path and to the principle between heaven and earth, how about not sending Him?"

"The Monk..."

Sangji felt that he could no longer let him rage, so he hurriedly recited the Buddhist scriptures.

The statue of the Jun Tuli Ming King moves in response to the Buddhist scriptures, and a Dharma comes out according to the scriptures.

All sides and eight arms, wearing a turbulent garland, sporting lotus with both feet, holding halberds, pestle, wheels, golden fist, wind fingers, snakes, seals and other things.

True like the Ming King came to the world.

When Sang Ji saw the Ming King's response, he was overjoyed and saw that he would not surrender you, the demon monk, this time.

Take your blasphemous head as an offering!

"Will you surrender when you see me appearing as a Buddha?"

At this time, Jueming was a little disappointed.

"It's just a clay-wort that is worshipped with desire, and you dare to call it the King of Ming?"

That tone seemed to be saying.

What a pity, it is not the real "King of Ming".

"Die..."

The Ming King attached to Sangji, like a Dharma body.

Facing the wrath of the "King of Ming", Jueming was extremely calm, but a black shadow appeared behind him.

Hungry ghost realm—

Swallow all things.

Countless hungry ghosts ran out of his body, and wanted to swallow, pull and bring these lamas into the six realms of reincarnation.

"ah..."

The lamas wanted to escape, but they could not escape the hungry ghosts' swallowing.

Bring them into the "six paths of reincarnation".

As these lamas were eaten, the appearance of the Ming King and Buddha became weaker...

...

At this time, there were no extra people in Dameng Temple, only Sang Ji, who was thin all over, was left. This old monk who just weighed 300 kilograms. Now he has become unknown if he has 30 kilograms.

The wrath of the Ming King is not without a price.

"What are you thinking...?"

When the man was about to die, Sanji became calm.

Jueming, who had swallowed everything in front of him, was blind. This was the price of swallowing, but his cultivation level soared.

"Let the Chinese return to China, and let the dust return to dust." Monk Jueming said lightly: "Buddha has just taken over the divine nature of the Chinese gods and replaced it."

"Hahaha... do you think the ancient demon is on the side of humans, the demon monk."

"Amitabha, those ancient gods who do not stand on the side of the Chinese, will naturally send him into the six realms of reincarnation, and will not let their power rag on earth. You can rest assured."

Jueming's tone is natural and there is no doubt.

Sangji was stunned for a moment, then lay down, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

The last breath was in my throat, and the sound became weaker and weaker.
Chapter completed!