The monk Yisheng felt that this waiter was much better than what he thought, which made him sigh that his practice was not enough. What he saw was still a little different from the face of a real person.

Hongren's eyes were covered with blood, his whole face turned red, his body trembled, and his teeth were trembling. I don't know if it was because of what he saw or because of other magic powers that those eyes had.

"The first precept of Buddhism is to abstain from killing, and you can't close your eyes quickly-" The man opposite the monk Yisheng could no longer care about the surroundings. A pair of fleshy palms slapped the wooden table, and it actually split the table in half. The table was filled with delicacies, the wine and the wooden chopsticks, all flying up, and the wine and soup were also splashed.

"Buddhist does not eat meat because it is because of abstaining from killing, but now I just want to eat meat. This seems to be in line with the original intention of "I" and not the monk. The monk will think that by breaking the precepts to sharpen his original intention, it can suppress 'I'." This voice is still a monk of life, but his tone is completely different, just like there is another person in his body.

The black cloth covering his head on the man opposite was broken, and he saw that this was also a monk, but this was a monk, a great monk who was much bigger than a monk in his life. He glared wide, and the blue veins on his head were exposed. The black cloth was actually because of the changes in his body. He was still sitting upright now, but the wooden stool under his butt had broken into countless pieces of wood. He was a circle bigger, even his head, so the black cloth was swelling, and the sound of cloth tearing open on his clothes.

The supernatural powers of Buddhism, the angrily Vajra.

The stool was broken, and he looked like an iron Buddha statue. His horse was steadily stance, his legs seemed to be cast in iron, and he did not move at all, but his upper body movements were exaggerated. His palms shattered the table not because the table was a magic weapon of immortals, which was extremely hard, but because the monk was about to poke his palm out his hand and grabbed Hongren with one hand, but a thick finger hooked the corner of Hongren's clothes, and even took him away suddenly, and then fell away.

Hongren rolled several times, but did not react at all, and his eyes were still blurred.

Moreover, there was such a big noise at this table that the drinkers around seemed to have not even seen it. This was not just not to hear it, but also to take it to see it.

Irregular, these two words are short, but also very long.

The monk's other hand slapped the monk Yisheng's face. His idea was very simple. By attacking the monk Yisheng's face, he could close his eyes. Unfortunately, things went against his wishes.

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He followed this palm easily. His whole arm and half of his body flashed with a golden light, which was very light, but it was very tough. The strength of the monk's palm could not be very small, but the move that the monk Yisheng blocked was absolutely difficult. The monk Yisheng still opened his eyes, his eyes were full of blood. Even if the veins on the monk's face swam violently like a dragon, it was obvious that it was a Dharma image, but it was still affected by these eyes. The world in front of him was covered with a layer of red.

"Can it be that the monk from the Great Buddha Temple? The monk can no longer ask questions now." At this time, a relatively calm voice came from the mouth of the monk Yisheng: "The monk can no longer control his body. It seems that it is not just the spiritual energy retrograde I once said, but it is even worse." The monk Yisheng's face had half of the expression of the ferocious expression, and the other half was very peaceful, and his calm face slowly closed his eyes.

"The little monk can feel the movement of spiritual energy. His next move is to attack the master's chest close to him." Monk Yisheng's voice was calm, even a little calm. His body was no longer under control, but he was able to do this, and he couldn't help but make the monk opposite him shout in his heart.

The monk hurriedly responded in his hands, protecting himself with both hands, and then the monk Yisheng slashed with his palm. The monk was still standing in stance, and he moved his whole body backwards on the ground in the restaurant for more than two feet. The unpleasant sound of rubbing against the ground made people feel uncomfortable, and the wood on the ground was trampled.

"I wonder if the master will use the 'flowing light back' of the Great Buddha Temple to first seal my actions, and then further seal the entire spiritual veins." Monk Yisheng reminded: "Although this is not a Buddha country in the water, it's still good that there is wine-"

As soon as his word "Wine" was released, the monk had already caught the wine cup that had just been slashed by his own palm and flew up. The wine was also in the sky, as if the water was poured out was difficult to find. No matter what kind of Vajra Dharma image he had, it was impossible to take back that big jar of wine. Even the spiritual energy in this restaurant was blocked, let alone the magic power in his body restrained the wine.

Outside the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall Restaurant.

There were eight monks sitting cross-legged around at some point, stationed in all directions, east, south, west, north, and two of them. One of them sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted the Buddhist scriptures, while the other monk stood sideways, as if listening with his ears, and then reminded the monks who were sitting cross-legged on which Buddhist scriptures should be recited.

This is a formation, but it is used in the scriptures. The words left by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas naturally have some unique powers of Buddhism.

Now it is just in this restaurant, and it is still almost forbidden, as long as it is different from Buddhism.

Basically, there is no way to use the source magic.

"Isn't it too exaggerated to just capture a 'soul' and ask Uncle Hongren to take action?" The monk who recited the scriptures in the north was very young. He was lit with golden light from his mouth, and Buddhist scriptures flew out of his mouth, and then gradually disappeared in front of him about five feet away from the restaurant. He had just finished reciting the scriptures he should have read and couldn't help but say.

It turns out that the monk and the waiter have the same name, both of them are Hongren, and Hongren is actually a very common Buddhist name in the temple.00

The monk standing was an older monk. He frowned: "If the person inside was really the monk Yisheng from Zhongzhou, just let Junior Brother Hongren come, it was all big-name Buddha Temple."

In the restaurant.

Master Hongren thought of his own way. He swept the wine cup in the air and caught some wine that had not yet fallen. Just a small amount of wine was enough. He inhaled suddenly, his chest was wide open, and his clothes that had become rags were torn and broken. The surrounding wine customers were still hiding, because the formations of the eight monks outside the restaurant made them seem that this was just a monk who was drunk and wanted to beat another monk.

The "he" in the monk Yisheng's body will naturally not wait for death. His own magic is slow to operate, so he used the magic that monk Yisheng would have used. A Buddhist seal in his hand flashed with golden light. A flash of his feet was approaching Master Hongren. The Buddha seal was raised - even if he was a blind man, he could feel that this palm would not feel good.

Very powerful.

At this moment, Hongren exhaled suddenly, pushing the few wine in the wine cup. The wine was driven by Hongren's magical breath and scattered into very small drops of water, pounced on the monk for life.

The monk Yisheng laughed strangely. It was just that mortals in restaurants were drinking, not immortal wine, nor were they trapped by spells. The palms were about to fall, but they found that the palms they raised were not dynamic.

The water droplets were like streaming light, or like flashing stars. They were obviously very small, but they were attached to the monk's robe of a lifetime monk. Then the impact was still unabated, and very long and thin lines were pulled out. I don't know if the material was still wine or it changed into Hongren's magic power. These thin wires rushed out of the restaurant window and shot into the air suddenly, as if nails entered the wood.

It can be seen that there are four thick walls around the restaurant, which are very thick and are composed of golden scriptures.

The walls flashed.
Chapter completed!