"Master, this matter has nothing to do with you, please watch it." Luo Dong was quite polite to Li Yun, and was afraid of hurting Li Yun, so he specially reminded him.

Li Yun did not nod or shook his head, but just stared silently at the black aura behind Luo Dong, faintly turning into a six-handed Shura, and could see the three-headed evil appearances, all of which showed anger.

Under the angry Shura, the originally quiet and peaceful Buddhist temple became noisy and chaotic, and the Buddha bell swayed randomly, making a slamming sound.

Calmness and tranquility no longer exists in this land, and the strong winds blew, like a typhoon.

The old monk's robe was blown and made a sound. The novice monks around him were captured by the evil appearance of the Shura. Only this old monk could maintain his spiritual fetus, but he was somewhat supportive.

"Amitabha, don't be dominated by the anger of a donor. Your life is not only revenge, but also more poetry and far away. Why should the donor not be able to get along with half of the Buddha? Half of the Buddha has devoted himself to atonement. After so many years, after doing one good deed in the future, the merits of the world will be fulfilled. If you practice asceticism for twenty years, isn't it enough to atone for your sins?"

"Old monk, if I avenge you, I will naturally follow Song and the distance, but now I haven't taken revenge yet."

Although Luo Dong's eyes were dominated by anger, his language logic was still quite clear and he knew what he was going to do.

"What I did and what I saw was to seek half of the Buddha, to ask him for an explanation, and to ask for an explanation for those who had been deceived by him. It is ridiculous to say that he had been atonement for his sins for twenty years. Even if he did ten thousand good deeds, for us, he was the culprit of the destruction of our family, and he was the unforgivable villain."

The old monk comforted him.

"Don't be obsessed with it. Put down the butcher's knife before you can become a Buddha on your own..."

"Who is obsessed with it?" Luo Dong's eyes turned red and he said, "Don't force me to do it. One thing goes one by one. Du Hengyuan is my enemy. My cause and effect. No matter your affairs, I will not keep my hands if you really insist on blocking me."

The old monk did not answer and recited the true scriptures with his mouth.

"I heard it like this..."

The true scriptures were passed down according to the Dharma, and temporarily untie the curse of the monks and novice monks around them.

"We have suffered a disaster in front of us, but now we are a body of sin, a body of atonement, and we use our body of surviving all disasters and sufferings." The Scar monk Li Yun met just now also began to recite scriptures.

The treasure is solemn, the wise king in front of the Buddha, and the virtual statue of the golden Buddha descends to the world.

The Faceless True Buddha just corresponds to the blood evil demon behind Luo Dong.

There is something really in Yinshan Buddhist Temple that can actually summon this faceless Buddha.

Li Yun observed the solemn Buddha and the Demonic Rou, which seemed to be the power of the Dharma image before the Dharma body was transformed.

The so-called Dharma body is the essence of the soul and is transformed for the "original self". These summoned images do not seem to be their own Dharma image and self, but rather they are summoning others' Dharma image and self through certain channels.

"Hahaha, your Buddhist temple is really ridiculous." Luo Dong looked at the scene of the big Buddha Xu, and seemed to feel a little funny, and murmured to himself: "Because he 'put down the butcher's knife', he was able to 'become a Buddha on his own'. Such hypocrisy and arrogance are simply a big deal of the world."

"Before you have not made a big mistake, put down the basin of anger and give me a blessing, recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name with my mountain temple, and clear the anger and evil thoughts in your heart, and then you will be free and happy."

Although the old monk persuaded surrender, his hands were directing the Great Buddha's Dharma body.

The Great Buddha's Dharma Body also recites the Vajra Buddhist scriptures with his mouth, which is recited in Sanskrit.

The Buddhist scriptures of the Buddhist scriptures, Vajra Piaomi, must forcibly calm down the anger in Luo Dong's heart.

The anger is gone, and the medium that summons the image of Demono is gone, and the crisis is resolved at will.

Luo Dong felt the quietness in his heart, but sneered.

"Old monk, twenty years of anger and hatred can only be blood for blood and teeth for tooth. He half of the Buddha will return life, and then cause and effect will be resolved, my parents can rest, my anger can calm, and my life can be quiet."

"Now...get out of here!"

Rahu Shura's phantom is not as gentle as a Buddha, but rather a hoarse roar.

These roars seemed to release the anger in Luo Dong's chest.

Luo Dong's anger is not something that can be easily contaminated. He roared through the clouds, and a roar made these monks who "put down the butcher's knife" go back on their faces with real blood.

The blood squirted out a mouthful of blood, and the squirting blood made the faceless golden Buddha stain the blood.

The figure of the Golden Buddha became illusory, after all, this Buddha statue was maintained by these monks chanting the true scriptures.

It seemed that it was precisely because of the floating monk's blood mist that the Shura image became much solidified, and the anger on the three heads actually showed a happy expression.

The old monk saw that the statue of Shura was gradually solidifying, but he could no longer sit still.

"Don't let Luohu's anger turn into reality..."

He snatched the Zen Staff of the monk beside him and walked over with the Zen Staff.

A hundred-year-old thin body, he was not slow to pick up the Zen Staff at all.

When he came over, he actually acted to knock Luo Dong with a Zen stick.

Just as Luo Dong subconsciously reached out to block the situation, the old monk took out a fruit knife from his waist.

The Zen stick is fake, the knife is real!

This temple is full of people who "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot". Many of them have not forgotten the ability to put down the butcher's knife. This is the case with this abbot. He was born in a chaotic world when he was young, and he did not do much in burning, killing, robbing and robbing.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot cannot!"

"You have practiced Buddha for most of your life, and finally let it go..."

There were voices of persuasion around.

Only the old monk had a solemn expression, and his thin hand raised the fruit knife and wanted to stab it from the most important place.

"I'm sorry, Half Buddha has a mission and cannot die. Luohu's Dharma body cannot be stronger. All sins and all disasters come from my body. After killing you, I will commit suicide and apologize. May I fall into the eighteen levels of hell forever after death, and will not refuse to be blissful in the Western Paradise."

His eyes were firm, only his reckless enlightenment.

‘Even if he can attract Rahu’s anger, it’s just anger. He is still the body of a physical body. As long as he removes his body, everything will be...’

Just when the knife was about to touch Luo Dong, something unexpected happened, the phantom of the six-handed Shura turned back, stretched out one hand, and directly grabbed the knife stabbed by the old monk, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not stab it in.

Three heads looked at the old monk with a mocking expression, as if they were mocking him for his useless behavior.

The knife in the old monk's hand fell off and murmured.
Chapter completed!