The killing monk Yifan was chanting the scriptures. Suddenly, his body shook and he opened his eyes: "Die! You deserved to die twenty years ago, but with your help, I finally abandoned the way of compassion. If you die, this cause and effect are mine. I practice Buddhism instead, gather karma to use it, and become famous by killing, and just go out for a walk."

He stood up, pushed the door open, and saw the sea in front of him. There was only one island and reef on the sea, but a small temple stood on the island and reef. There were no Buddha statues in the small temple, but there were skulls piled on the altar.

“Thirty years have been seeking mercy, and the wind and rain have been urged each other again;

Since I saw the bones, I will never doubt it until now!”

As the song was singing, the killer monk walked in the waves. He left. In the small temple, blood marks appeared in the sockets of the skull.

Mo Xian’s Li Yu didn’t know that they felt that in recent days, others had a lot of awe of their eyes when they looked at them. Often, when they arrived, the person who spoke had no sound.

What they didn't know was that for their sake, Lu Bing personally went out to stop Li Qing on the sea. A conflict broke out between the two. Li Qing knew Li Yu's identity and finally retreated. The two islands never interacted with each other. When they met, they met with swords and guns.

They felt the atmosphere was very strange, and finally figured out the reason. Mo Xian looked at Li Yu, and Li Yu said, "Don't look at me, I don't know who my father actually sent someone to follow us. We don't know who it is."

"I hope my son will succeed. My parents have the hard work of their parents. Are you still following me?"

"Why don't you follow me? I can't decide my origin, but I don't want to be under the protection of my parents for the rest of my life. I want to break out of my own world by myself."

Mo Xian smiled, if he wanted to, he would follow him. Anyway, Lu Bing had already explained to him that now he had more free bodyguards and he could also benefit from it.

As soon as this thought came out, Mo Xian immediately pinched the thought away. Mo Xian understood Li Yu's feelings. Only those who practiced Taoism could experience it themselves and based on others, they often developed a dependent mind, which would drag down their own practice.

"Okay! Since that's the case, let's think there is no one behind us." Mo Xian said.

The killer monk Yifan came to Leimo Island. He had a pretty appearance, wearing a white monk's robe and handsome appearance. He came from the smoke and waves, but he had not touched the water on his body. As soon as he got ashore, he ran to the Ling Restaurant. Five days had passed, and he quickly figured out what had happened and came to the tomb of the chief manager.

"You are finally dead! Don't worry, I will go to those two people. There will be two more heads in the pile of bones. People in the world should be killed. Whatever the Buddha's teachings are, there is no birth, so how can we kill them!" He put his palms together, but there was no murderous intent in his heart.

Today is the sixth day, and there are two days left. You can take the floating raft and set off for Tianxian Island and the ten-mile highland. They have been walking around almost the same. In the past two days, they are more going to the long stand. Mo Xian is a little surprised. Why did Li Qing not come? He is also a little lucky. When Li Qing comes, it is difficult for him to be an opponent and have no choice but to run away.

A monk was on the long stack, his monk's robe seemed to be not contaminated with the world. His eyes were closed, his lips were slightly moved, and he held a string of rosary in his hand, as if he was chanting scriptures.

Mo Xian looked at his rosary and his eyes shrank. He was not ordinary rosary in his hand, but white bones, very small, but lifelike. Mo Xian twitched for no reason. He didn't think it was a real head, but he seemed to think it was a real head.

There were dozens of them in this string. Mo Xian felt a little strange. He rarely saw monks overseas, but he saw a monk with outstanding temperament.

At this moment, the monk opened his eyes. What kind of eyes were like? Mo Xian seemed to fall into the Shura killing path. Infinite killing and compassion coexisted at the same time. Mo Xian took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and just a glance almost broke his defense.

The monk seemed to have no attention, and his eyes moved to Li Yu's body. Li Yu's body stiffened, then he took a few steps back, his face turned pale. When his eyes were removed, Mo Xian could not feel any murderous intention. This monk made people feel that everything he did was natural, what kind of monk was like.

"Are you Mo Xian and Li Yu?"

"Yes, who are you?" Mo Xian looked at him tightly.

"I am the killing monk Yifan. I promised someone that he will die, and you should die too. Amitabha, donor, please go on the road!" The killing monk said with a smile, his eyes were restrained, everything was like a lotus flower coming out of the mud.

"Kill monk Yifan!" Li Yu's face changed drastically.

"You heard of him?" Mo Xian asked.

"For thirty years of searching for compassion, we have urged each other several times. After seeing the bones, it is still more doubtful until now! He is a demon, a big demon who has become from Buddhism and Taoism!" Li Yu shouted. Mo Xian had never seen Li Yu so frightened.

"The donor seems to know my origin. I thought that it took me thirty years to have no evil thoughts in my heart and suffered all the humiliation, but I was willing to accept it. On the last day of the thirty years, when my merits were fulfilled, a man appeared. His heart was full of tricks and a worldly malice. I clearly felt that he killed the group of people who tortured me. At that moment, I realized in my heart, what shit Buddhist principles, the Buddha said to endure humiliation, and the Buddha said to give, who would end up receiving charity? As many mountains, full of treasures from three thousand worlds, all

I understand that this is the enlightenment of the Buddha to me. There is no one person and no self. There is only one Buddha in the world, and the others are devotees. I am the same. If I want to become a Buddha, I cannot follow the path of Buddha. I finally understand, and the Buddha has accumulated merits, and I embark on another path. There are many Buddha paths in the world. The Buddha had known it before, and he woke me up. How could you heretics understand the profoundness of the truth I realized? Haha, your heads will also become part of my Buddha treasure." The killing monk showed fanaticism.

Mo Xian understood, and he completely walked to the opposite side of the Buddha. He said coldly: "Since this is the case, what sutras do you recite?"

"I praise the mystery of murderous intent. Since ancient times, only sentient beings are killed, and sentient beings are equal. Everyone has the right to kill. There are still 84,000 insects in a drop of water. The Buddha also drinks water. A sip of water. How many sentient beings say that they don't kill, but they just believe it!" The killer monk looked at the two people in front of him, smiled softly, and suddenly spoke a mantra, with one word: "Kill!"

The words change in heaven and earth, and the sounds condensed into images. A golden-light killing word twisted, like a golden-shining broken-headed sword, appeared in front of the two of them. They felt trapped in the mud, and the surroundings were extremely sticky at one time.

A sun-blocking umbrella appeared above Li Yu's head, like the sun, with thousands of rays of rays and thousands of auspicious colors, protecting his body tightly. But Mo Xian took the attack, opened his mouth and roar, and the arc-shaped ripples immediately rippled out, and the word "kill" flashed in the middle, and the word "kill" flashed like a tide, and a popping sound spread out, and Mo Xian took a step back, and with a thud of his clothes on his body, a hole appeared, and a mouth was opened, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out.

The killing monk was only used to spell the word "Slaying" and Mo Xian was already injured. Mo Xian had already dispersed the word "Slaying". Moreover, although his water and fire body refining technique was only the first level, even if the magic weapon hit him, he might not be injured. However, the aftermath of the word "Slaying monk" made him vomit blood. It can be seen how good the cultivation level of the killing monk reached.

Mo Xian spitted blood, and his depression was relieved. He moved, and punched the monk's bald head. A flash of light and red light flashed, and his fist was already facing him. The killing monk was still dull. An object suddenly flew in front of him. It was the skeleton beads in his hand. He uttered a Buddha's name. The skeletons were as big as faces, and blood-red light was spewing out of his mouth. It just caught Mo Xian's fist. With a bang, the skeleton was broken, but Mo Xian was also shocked to fly away. Mo Xian felt that his fist was about to split.

Mo Xian shook his hand, and it was impossible to see on the surface that this monk was too powerful. Although he broke one of his skulls, there were dozens of his rosary.

The killing monk knocked Mo Xian over and looked at Li Yu. Li Yu also sacrificed the sword of the scorching sun. The sword was drawn in the air, and the true fire of the sun surged down from the sky like an avalanche.

"Amitabha, donor, please go on the road!" The killing monk closed his palms and shouted the Buddha's name. A golden red light flashed beside him. In the golden red light, four white bone gods and demons appeared. They grew up quickly, raised their hands to hold the sky, holding the avalanche-like sun true fire. The sun true fire could not fall. He said in a singular manner. A demon seal appeared. In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Li Yu, and the golden light shone.

When Li Yu saw it, he covered his head without realizing it. He screamed and the sun-blocking umbrella shone quickly.

"Don't hurt my young master!" With this voice, two men in black appeared. As soon as they appeared, they grabbed them with their hands, trying to take away the magic chapter.

"Two more people who died, I will fulfill your wishes!" After the killing monk finished speaking, he put his feet on his feet and immediately appeared under his body. He held him off the ground, and the skeleton beads in his hand flew up, turning into dozens of huge skulls emitting bone light in the air, biting them towards the two of them.

As soon as he relaxed his control of the magic seal, Li Yu recovered, endured the headache, and fired out thunder beads. The golden light and thunder fire flashed with a bang, and the magic seal flashed a few times and dispersed. However, Li Yu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and was about to be on the ground. The scorching sun sword in the air could no longer trigger the true sun fire and returned to his hands.

The murderer's face did not move, and he sat on the white bone lotus platform, his palms were closed, his head was lowered, and he murmured to recite the scriptures, while the dozens of skeletons were fierce and powerful.

Blood-red light was spitting out of his mouth. The two masters from Donglin Island each pointed at a green light and collided with the blood light. The blood light was not strong. The two felt strange. Suddenly, they were shocked and squirted out flames from their seven orifices. The murderous intent invaded their bodies without realizing it. Only then did the two realize that they screamed and their bodies flew out. Blood spurted wildly on their bodies, diverting their murderous aura with their own injuries.
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