After all, Monk Kuchen is not an ordinary person. He has a fundamental seal of Amitabha Buddha with his hands. A golden light suddenly appears on his body. He throws out his tin staff and keeps shaking. The golden beads on the side are like sunlight. He changes his handprints, and his robe is blowing up without wind, and he throws a wheel.

The wheel was divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, and buzzed, which was exactly the treasure Qian Yiqun saw in hell before.

The master looked expressionless and took out a large brush from his bloody blue shirt.

The brush is dotted in the air, and every stroke is drawn with gold powder. At a moment, the sky is like a curtain, and gold powder is used as ink. This master painted a huge freehand landscape.

The surging water dragon like the Yangtze River rushed towards Kuchen under the guidance of the paintbrush. Even Qian Yiqun, who was beside the master, seemed to be in a big river, listening to the rumbling sound of water, feeling the cool water vapor, and his legs were sore and weak.

Ku Chen reprinted the prints in his hand, sent out a purple gold bowl, and shouted at the rushing water dragon: "The flows return to the sea!" He steadily sucked the water in.

The master seemed to have expected it, and with a big stroke, he smashed the mountains and poured their heads towards the bitter dust.

The wheel flew to Kuchen's head, and tens of golden lights turned out, blocking the mountains falling from their heads.

Ku Chen pinched the rosary and threw it into the air. Each rosary was introduced into the mountains, bursting with a bang and disappearing at the same time.

"Look at how this?" The master picked up his pen and painted, and a Buddha statue gradually emerged in the air.

The Buddha statue drawn by this golden light spot is extremely solemn, with a loving face, and thousands of lights emitted between the eyebrows.

Even Qian Yiqun couldn't help but feel solemnly worshipping him when he saw him.

Ku Chen looked at it but groaned and fell to the ground. He only saw the Buddha statue showing a bitter face, and pieces of gold foil fell, revealing the black void inside. Two lines of golden blood and tears flowed out from the Buddha statue's eyes, showing endless great compassion.

The flywheel above Ku Chen's head suddenly cracked into three pieces, splashing left and right. The purple gold bowl in front of him also fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The mountain hit the head and the water dragon stormed away. Ku Chen pulled out the cassock casually, and ordered a white light to be released, and all of them were wrapped.

"Thunder comes!" Ku Chen roared with a naked upper body, hissing a golden light.

The dark clouds rolled in the sky and slowly pressed down.

"Yo..." The master couldn't help but change his color and turned to laugh, "Monk, there's no need to die together, right?"

"You will destroy my purest compassion and will never allow you." Ku Chen stood in the distance, and a Buddha statue appeared behind him, but it was illusory and difficult to form.

"You are going to fight with this little brother, and you are using "Three Ways of Suffering", but they just told a few truths." The master said, taking out a tag from his arms.

"Stop the sin!" Ku Chen shouted loudly, pointed at one hand, and a fire rose up. The strong arm suddenly ignited a fire, like a torch.

The master looked solemn, with his hands splitting, each holding four long tags. The tag seemed average, and even the tags in the City God Temple were brighter than it. He saw that he had a wrong hand, opened the long tag and flew towards the eight gates.

This long sign takes root as the ground and grows when the wind blows. In a blink of an eye, there is more than one person tall, surrounding Qian Yiqun and the master.

"Do you really have the confidence to break the Eight Gate Huntian Formation I used Fuxi to label it? Can you bear the boundless murderous sins created?" The master said leisurely.

A thunder thunder roared, and a purple light flashed out of Fuxi's sign, forming a large shiny cover on the top of the two of them. Thunderbolt hit the cover, just like rain falling on lotus leaves, running to the main hall without any stickiness.

The two-story building with nine pillars was blown down by the thunder.

Thunder is the qi of the yang of heaven and earth. When encountering raw lacquer and beams, it immediately burns.

Qian Yiqun saw this shocking thing that could not be done by human power, and was frightened in his heart and said to himself: At their level, they really don’t look like humans…

"I don't know how many innocent people you killed in this thunder. Should Buddhism be killed in a general way or killing? Are you eliminating the crimes for the people, or killing them?" The master stood firmly in the formation and asked loudly.

The firelight shone on Kuchen's raised arms, reflecting an extremely entangled face. He sometimes had expressionless face, sometimes felt in pain, sometimes smiled, sometimes felt sad and mournful... The words of the master made him flash through his mind the scenes since his intentions. All the people he had killed and the sins he had destroyed were reflected in his mind.

He knew that many people called him "Galaro".

It was one of the eight tribes of the Heavenly Dragons that protected the Buddha, devouring a dragon king and five hundred poisonous dragons every day. As the poisonous gas gathered in the body, Garuda finally could not eat. After flying up and down seven times, he flew to Vajra Wheel Mountain. The poisonous gas broke out and the whole body was full of energy and only a pure green glass heart was left.

But I practiced the Ksitigarbha method of great compassion and great vows...

How could this happen!

The holy name of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva flashed through his mind thousands of times, and finally brought back the reason that was on the verge of collapse.

"Amitabha!" Ku Chen shouted the Buddha's name and put his robes together and wrapped them around him.

He put down his raised arms and wiped out the flames. The arms inside were burned to the point of fissures like carbon and still seeped with bone marrow.

"Thank you two donors." Ku Chen raised his palm and bowed, and his robe suddenly became brighter, and gradually turned into pieces of iron that were about to melt, emitting a dark red light.

"I am shallow in my practice and deeply confused. I only wish to keep my body warm and not be able to reach the other side for a day without reaching the other side." Ku Chen's voice was calm, as if he had changed his body.

Qian Yiqun breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that the storm was coming and going quickly. It was worth the fare tonight, and finally knew how extraordinary the masters in the world were.

Kuchen knelt on one knee on the ground, gently pushed away the soil in front of him with his little hand, picked up a piece of rosary fragments, and buried it in the soil.

Qian Yiqun saw his lips slightly moving, not knowing what the truth he was reciting. A bright light suddenly burst out from the soil. A tender bud broke through the soil. Within a few breaths, the tender buds grew vigorously and spit out flower buds. Finally, a flawless, tender white lotus that was as warm as jade, and overflowed with white hair.

"May this Fenturi flower follow you and help destroy the inner demons, so as not to repeat the mistakes of Kuchen." Kuchen said, his three fingers were incorrect, his tail finger was slightly raised, and the spiritual world used the Guanyin hand skill. With a soft twist, the white lotus immediately fell into his hand.

The bitter dust lifted the flowers and blew them gently, and the lotus floated leisurely towards Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun stretched out his hand and caught the lotus. Suddenly, a coolness spread throughout his body from the palm of his hand. Another thrust of perineum was thrust straight up to the top of his head, just like the reaction when the door opened that day.

The bitter dust was empty and the broken bowls and flywheels returned to their hands one after another, and disappeared in the hot iron cassock.

"Amitabha..." Ku Chen pronounced the Buddha's name to the two of them, turned around and stepped out of the gate.

The thunder in the air gradually faded away, the dark clouds dissipated, and the silver light of the crescent moon passed through the clouds and threw on the earth.

Qian Yiqun spoke heavily, feeling the heat behind him. He looked up at the stars and said to the master beside him: "Why do I think he is a good person?"

"He is not a human being." The master stood still, his voice as deep as water, and he was indeed a master's demeanor.

However, he paused and said, "I said, do you have any pills to replenish the spiritual world?"

"No." Qian Yiqun answered honestly.

"Not at all?"

“Not at all.”

"Then what secret techniques can you keep Lingyun's secrets, curses, and criticism?"

"Not at all." Qian Yiqun looked at the white lotus in his hand, "This thing is full of spiritual essence. Can it save you?"

"When you refine the spiritual pill, I have long since been exhausted and my spiritual aggregate has been dissolved into soil and planted with cabbage. I have grown and cooked. I have eaten it and pulled it out again!" said the master in one breath.

"Save effort first, I'll go inside and ask if that group of people are there." Qian Yiqun forced his waist to turn around, his legs as if they were filled with lead, and every step was very hard.

"You go faster, I will just hang my breath, and I will leave you with yin and yang forever after relaxing." The master shouted, "Although we have known each other for a long time, I don't blame you for stabbing me with a sword, and you don't blame me for catching you strong men. You and I can be said to be in harmony with each other, have a close relationship, and they are in love. If I go there, you will be alone..."

"Shut up!" Qian Yiqun finally couldn't help but roar at the master, and most of the accumulated strength was dissipated.

Several figures slowly appeared in front of the fire scene, and a bunch of people walked out from side to side. There was a giant man two or three heads taller than others in the left pile. He thought it was the group of Li Yan and Liu Zongmin of the White Lotus Sect. There were many graceful figures on the right, which were the scholars Xu Fo, with his daughters and the men who were known as secret magic monks without any power.

It turned out that Li Yan and others left first, but were knocked back by Ku Chen's clone, making him look embarrassed. Xu Fo heard that the famous Ku Chen monk came to seek revenge outside, and he would have been scared in his heart. If he hadn't been the pillar, he would have run away alone.

The two sides had a rough idea. It would be boring to fight and kill again at this time. There were masters fighting at the gate, so they had to go out from behind. Fortunately, they walked in time, otherwise this thunderbolt would fall, and God knew how many people would die.

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