Vol 3 Chapter 912: Buddha's Fire

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Is it very unexpected?


Is it really a surprise? I am back again?

Worried about the monk's neck, he walked in again. He smiled and looked at a few people in the field, especially the purple eyes.
Zi Yan sighed and said, "You shouldn't come back. Is it not good to leave directly? Why do you have to die?"
"Hey! Live! Today, not only do I have to live, but I also want to carry out my demon's plan for the year. As for death, you are talking about this idiot, waiting for me to catch him?"
No worries, a monk's neck, the monk's face has a painful color, he looked at the purple scorpion and said, "I have been very small from a small eye, can see many things that ordinary people can't see, so you don't have to deny me. In fact, I can see that he is very important to you. Now, listen to my command and want him to live, kill the nine stars."
The expression of Zi Yan is a bit weird. "Are you serious?"
No worries, "It’s all this time. Do you think I will be kidding you? If you don’t follow my words, he will die."
"Are you sure?" Zi Yan looked at each other.
No worries again, the monk’s neck has already heard the sound of snoring, it seems to be about to break, and the monk is also crying in pain.
I am very satisfied, I am proud to look at Zi Yan, "How to choose, what do you look at?"
Shengming’s hands are together,
Amitabha! The donor...

Worry-free interrupted the other party's words. "There is no part of your voice here, shut me up!"
Sheng Ming no longer speaks.
Qingyi stepped back two steps and used actual actions to show that he did not participate in such a thing.
The Saint-German monk is like a storyteller, and he watches it silently here, because there is no audience for the time being, so he does not continue.
Everyone looked at Zi Yan and waited for his reply.
Zi Yan is looking at the monk. "I want to say thank you for the sacrifice made for the Buddha. Are you happy?"
The monk has wide eyes. "How, listen to you, is it going to kill me?"
Zi Yan said faintly, "Sacrifice is inevitable. Who can we not sacrifice? Who are we..."
Listening to the dialogue between the two, there is a feeling of badness in the heart of worry-free.
At this moment, the purple swayed, and the spear in his hand carried the force before the stab.
He did not go to worry-free, but to the monk.
At close range, the monk did not rush at all, and was directly penetrated by the spear.
puff!
The spear completely runs through the body of the monk.
The monk's eyes widened and he looked incredulously at Zi Yan. He couldn't believe it. Zi Yan was so hands-on.
I haven't finished talking yet.
The purple scorpion stood in front of the monk, and the other end of the spear almost stuck to the body of the monk. "All said, you should not come back."
The purple scorpion loosened the spear and handed it forward. The spear completely penetrated the monk's chest.
Standing behind the monk, there was no worries, and the body stepped back a few steps. His hands were holding spears and his eyes were staring at the purple eyes.
At the previous moment, the spear not only penetrated the body of the monk, but also his body.
He sees people's eyes is not bad, very clear that this guy in front of me, very concerned about the bald, but how can this be?
"Amitabha!"
Shengming and Shengde both sang at the same time.
The monk fell to the ground. "You are too embarrassed? As for this? I have a way to resolve this matter peacefully."
Zi Yan said, "This is not faster and more effective? And in addition to skin trauma, you have nothing to lose? I will help you save the cards, don't hurry to thank me?"
"I thank you for going to death, you are awkward, you are handsome and handsome, and you are full of Buddha's Dharma..."
The monk praised himself and began to heal, after all, the wound was not suitable for blood stasis.
The power of the purple scorpion is very subtle, and the monk is indeed suffering from skin trauma.
As for worry-free, this time it is really dead.
Zi Yan walked to the side of no worries, pulled out the spear and closed it.
He returned to the original place, looked at the old monk and motioned him to continue the previous story.
In fact, the story is here, it is almost over.
The monks and monks passed various tests and gained the trust of the Mozu, so they took each other to the real secret land and shared the secrets of the Mozu.
Shengde used his Dharma to build a relic of the Sheriff. He wanted to help the Mozu to open a avenue leading to the two worlds. At the moment, the road was opened, and a high-quality relic was lost.
Who knows that the last relic did not get, Ziyan came first, and came a pot.
The monk's monk's hands clasped together and finished all the stories.
Shengming stood there, I don't know what to say.
Qingyi has touched her. In this matter, she does not know how to tell the right or wrong.
Zi Yan said, "The story is very exciting, you can go with us."
Saint De asked,
Does the donor not kill me directly?

Zi Yan said, "This is a matter for your Buddha. It should be arranged by the Buddha. I have no right to interfere."
Of course, I don't want to interfere.
"The donor is good!"
On the body of Shengde, the flames suddenly burned. It should have been a pure Buddha fire, but at the moment it was mixed with black magic.
He did not suppress the demons.
"Uncle Shi, what is your intention?"
Sheng Ming said anxiously, "Everything is waiting to go back."
"I can't go back. It's good to be lonely here. After I have passed away, all of you here have been destroyed, and these relics are brought back. They are not polluted."
St. De's hands clasped together, screaming at the Buddha, the raging flame of the Buddha, completely drowned him.
Qingyi was deeply touched. She could feel the strength of the other side. It seems that only half a step away from the Holy Spirit.
Once you overcome the demons, you may be able to cross the half step and become a holy one.
Unfortunately, he made another choice.
"The crime of inferiority is inevitable, and now is the best result."
The fire of the Buddha's Devil has completely engulfed the Holy Spirit, and his voice is heard from the flames.
Zi Yan stood there, hands clasped together, and bowed to the old monk.
At this moment, his heart admired the old monk, and he respected the choice of the old monk.
Shengming sat down with the good and evil monks and began to chanting for the Virtue.
The sacred atmosphere enveloped the surrounding, and even the bodies of the Buddhas were flowing.
Zi Yan and Qing Yi retired, did not expect a play, turned out to be like this.
"In fact, he doesn't have to choose this path, as long as he is good at the future."
Qingyi said, "This Buddha family may have one more sage."
Zi Yan shook his head and said, "After going back, he will always blame himself. The final result is not swallowed up by the heart~EbookFREE.me~ is the end of depression, the possibility of promotion is not great."
"why?"
Qingyi said inexplicably, "Those monks are definitely not killed by him?"
"Not killing him, but he died because of him!"
Those relics, each representing a Buddhist Holy Spirit.
Having said that, Zi Zi is also very sorry. He previously said that he would bring the old monk back. Why didn’t he want to give him a chance?
Unfortunately, the old monk refused.
He respects each other's choices.
After half an hour, the monk and Sheng Ming came out.
In the hands of Shengming, there is a relic, a relic of the magic light.
It is the bone relic.
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