The monk and the subdistrict were chatting lively, and before I knew it, it had arrived at noon.

Niu Dagang sent someone to send a five-foot-long sword into the knife room. Bao Zheng took the double evil sword and placed it in the sharpening position in the center of the knife room.

This location has a light-attracting and concentrating device set up by a master of the Mohist school. The yang energy is even more intense than the square outside.

Under the suppression of the yang energy, the two evil swords are still cold. When you get a little closer, you will feel a resentful evil spirit rushing to the face, invading the muscles and bones!

"Amitabha......"

Monk Daoji chanted the Buddha's name: "Pack the donor, calculated according to the time displayed in the file, the soul of the Buddhist traitors should appear before the poor monk's friend, so the donor has to trouble him to take action first."

"Although he is a traitor who betrays the right path and has become deeply possessed by the devils to ordinary people, he looks like a Buddhist monk. Even if he turns into a holy soul now, he will not kill him. The donor only needs to be firm in his mind and not be deceived by his evil sayings, and can slowly wipe it out with his human blood and masculinity in the Dousu room."

"To prevent accidents, I will guard the side. If there is any danger, I will help you. Even if I give up on the transfer of my friends, it will not put the donor in danger."

"Well, then thank you Master."

Bao Zheng nodded with a smile, which means that this Buddhist traitor who turned into a holy soul is a verbal talker?

That's good, he has seen many such "fake masters" in the past.

There have been several holy souls he killed this week, most of which are just a biting yin wind. That is, the guy called the "Gentleman Sword" is a little stronger. Finally, he has a vague appearance, but none of them can speak.

The soon-to-be-meeting Hon is actually a chatterbox, which makes Bao Zheng look forward to it.

Bao Zheng walked towards the sharpening position and began to sharpen the saber to kill the horse. This kind of knife was originally a weapon to kill the enemy. It was used to kill people's heads, but it was a saber to kill chickens. I don't know which killer was the evil taste of the murderer.

The five-foot-long saber saber was as light as nothing in his hand. It suddenly turned to the sun and the back of the darkness, making a "sharp" sound on the whetstone, and the layers of resentment wrapped around the blade gradually melted away in the sharpening sound.

When each layer of resentment is worn away, Bao Zheng will obtain half a year to a year of mana. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen layers of resentment are eliminated and ten years of mana are obtained.

Suddenly I felt a very cool breeze that made people feel refreshed, just like turning on the air conditioner in the midsummer, making people feel comfortable all over.

It is completely different from the soul I encountered before. The previous products were as yin as a needle, but this time, Baozheng felt like spring breeze.

"Sure enough, the roots and feet are different, so I'll give you a chance to say a few words..."

Bao Zheng did not rush to spit out blood on his tongue, but watched it happen.

He had accumulated enough magic power at this time for 160 years, and was better at the use of magic power in the "Chaos Dharma Sutra". If you follow the words of monk Daoji, some fourth-grade monks who refine qi and transform into gods would be the same. They would be worthy of facing a mere soul.

The eyes were slightly blurred, and with the golden light shining, a monk with a kind smile slowly walked over and lotus was born step by step.

This monk is obviously a strong man, ten times more powerful than the gentleman sword.

Bao Zheng did not spew out the blood on his tongue at the first time, and then he was penetrated into the depths of his consciousness. This was when he appeared in Bao Zheng's consciousness, and even the monk Daoji who was protecting Bao Zheng was unable to detect it.

Seeing that Bao Zheng's face was slightly stiff, Daoji did not spew out blood on the tip of his tongue at the first time, and was screaming in a dark voice. This donor Bao was too arrogant and was afraid he would be confused by that person.

But he saw Bao Zheng's face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted "Smack" and scolded: "It's nonsense!"

......

At this moment, in front of Bao Zheng's eyes, there were thousands of golden lights and auspicious energy. The monk with a compassionate smile on his face was sitting cross-legged on a ninth-grade lotus platform, with golden lights, spiritual lights, Buddha lights, and three lights each a hundred feet high, as if a real arhat had arrived.

He opened his mouth slightly, and immediately golden lotus flowed and flowers were flying all over the sky.

"Amitabha......"

The monk on the lotus platform spoke and said softly: "Everyone is equal, and all have Buddha nature. No matter human, demon, monster, monster, monster, can achieve the right result. The donor is in the public servant and has been harmed by evil spirits for a long time. If he can enter my disciple and obtain my great Dharma, he will be able to achieve the body of an Arhat in the future. Wouldn't that be happy?"

"joke!"

Bao Zheng sneered: "People are born unequal. If you keep talking, you will be equal to all living beings. You will be a thief who deceives the world! How dare you bully me?"

"Amitabha, I am not a fool. It's just that the donor has too deep into the world and has a class barrier. You should know that if everyone is like you, it will be difficult for the world to escape the sea of ​​suffering?"

The monk suddenly looked angry and said, "The donor is still lost at this time, and when will he wait?"

"Just! Do you think the voice is loud enough? "

Bao Zheng sneered: "A saying that all living beings are equal, I don't know how many people in the world have deceived you! In my opinion, the sea of ​​suffering you mentioned is the right path on earth. As the saying goes, the right path on earth is vicissitudes!"

"Monk, I'll ask you, you say that all beings are equal. If you are a demon who kills countless people and has obvious evil deeds, can you also be equal? ​​Can you also get your method?"

"Amitabha... put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha naturally. Abandon great evil and achieve great good. There is no great good. This is called equality."

Bao Zheng shouted loudly: "Even your head! If you put down your butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha. What is the fairness of the slaughtered person? Monk, why should I teach you?"

"All things are born with evil nature. Once the heaven is closed, they will have selfish thoughts. When the selfish thoughts come together, they will have evil deeds. When the struggle is born, they will have evil deeds! Therefore, the only method in the world that can make people equal is the sound method!"

The monk was slightly stunned: "You are actually a descendant of the Legal Family?"

"You guessed it right! You are a lawless person who is a traitor. You should be punished today!"

Bao Zheng sneered, and the rolling magic power turned into a steel wall, which was a little taller and infinitely wider. He pushed it hard towards the monk.

The rain of flowers and golden lotus everywhere broke through the sound, and the demon monk transformed by the soul was directly forced out of Bao Zheng's consciousness.

The blood suddenly spurted out in one mouthful of blood that had condensed a hundred years of magic power. It was the biggest nemesis of this kind of soul.

"Wow!"

A scream came from the air, and the faint figure of human form twisted in pain, as if the steel corroded by strong acid quickly melted away, and in the end there was no left of the slag.

"Xiweng Lu" quickly flipped, and the miserables who were harmed by the monk's fallacies appeared one by one. After worshipping Bao Zheng, they were frozen in the book.

To eliminate the soul of the demon monk, Bao Zheng obtained three hundred years of magic power, and at the same time obtained the little magical power of the Legalists: verbal and verbal swordsmanship!

This is a powerful offensive magical power. It can transform its own magic power into magic swords and guns to attack opponents, and can also be used to sharpen magic weapons and weapons to warm up various entities, and also has the auxiliary function of placing various magic weapons and weapons into Dantian.

The harvest was extremely rich.

......

"Amitabha......"

Monk Daoji looked at Bao Zheng with a shocked look on his face. He thought that even if Bao Zheng had a super talent and unique personality, he would inevitably be confused by the demon monk. He had already prepared to help Bao Zheng with his arm at the critical moment.

However, in less than half an incense stick, Bao Zheng completely destroyed the demon monk's soul.

This demon monk was kind to him to preach, which made him unable to directly eliminate him. Bao Zheng was like helping him a lot.

"I didn't expect that the donor's will was so firm. Not only was he not deceived by the demon monk, but he was also as quick as thunder. I really admired it."

Monk Daoji sighed repeatedly and truly felt that he had a desire to make friends with Bao Zheng.

Bao Zheng smiled and said, "Master Daoji has been awarded too much. This demon monk is just a means of confusing people. I am a sharpener in the Dagen Dynasty and I am also considered to have a court responsibilities. It is his nemesis. As long as I am not confused, it is actually not difficult to kill him."
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