Vol 2 Chapter 1811: Trick the master and destroy the ancestor!

"Inverse apprentice, you bully the teacher and destroy the ancestor, betray the Buddha, and devote yourself to the devil's path.
The old monk glared humanely at the black robe, his eyes showing a look of despair.
"Master, Master, are you okay? Woooo... Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you and preached and taught?"
Huineng monk's face was full of tears, and he ran to support the old monk, his eyes full of anger and sadness.
The black robe was slightly shocked, and there was a struggling color in his eyes, but then he became cold and ruthless and said: "Little brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me today Get down on it!"
"Don't think about it!"
The old monk looked like gold paper, revealing a tragic yet decisive look.
"I don't know if I'm dead or alive! Since that's the case, then the Ban Ruo Temple will be destroyed today!"
In the eyes of the black robe, the murderous fierceness rushed towards the old monk and the young monk.
The old monk is now the end of a strong crossbow, on the verge of reaching the limit, there is no way to resist it, and he can only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of tears come out.
Just die if you die, but it is a pity that the inheritance of the Prajna Monastery is cut off, and Huineng must follow him to die.
Bang!
But at this moment, a black streamer was approaching to the extreme, and it instantly struck the black robe, containing the power of terrifying terror, so that the black robe could not help but change his face, not daring to connect with the palm of his hand, and quickly A red-golden ring knife was sacrificed, and a mighty holy power broke out, slashing towards the black streamer.
Click!
The horrible divine light exploded, and the man in black robe only felt as if he was hitting an extremely hard ancient ancient mountain, and suddenly shivered violently, and the ring knife in his hand even broke directly.
That black streamer is a black seal, which directly blasted on the chest of the black robe and blasted him out!
"who are you?"
There was a trace of blood on the corner of the black robe, and he stared at a figure flying from a distance.
It was a young man in white, with extraordinary heroism, a supernatural temperament, black hair flying, his eyes cold, and a strong killing intent!
It is Ling Xiao!
"By surrendering to the demons, bullying the masters and destroying the ancestors, everyone is blamed! How do you want to die?"
Ling Xiao stared at the black robe coldly.
Ling Xiao didn't intend to do much business, but when he found out that the black robe turned out to be a disciple of Buddhism who bullied the teacher and destroyed the ancestor, turned to the Demon Race, turned his head and killed his professional teacher and brother, Ling Xiao suddenly Was irritated.
Devil remnants, bullying masters and destroying ancestors, no matter which one must die, there is no room for negotiation!
"It's up to you? The cultivation of the second half of the holy saint, I really thought that with a powerful holy treasure, dare to sack in front of this seat? Boy, your holy treasure is good, this seat is accepted!". .
The black robe sneered with a sneer, a sudden glance in his eyes, and a black-golden demonic pestle appeared in his palm, thick and ancient, exuding a powerful divine power.
Just now that the top semi-holy treasure was directly smashed by Fan Tianyin, the black robe people knew that Fan Tianyin was extraordinary, so he directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.
In his view, Ling Xiao was nothing more than a second half-sacred cultivation, relying on the power of the holy treasure, there was nothing terrible at all.
"It turned out to be Fan Tianyin of the Temple of War? Was he the new leader of the Temple of War?"
The old monk in the distance, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes, murmured to himself.
"Fan Tianyin of the Temple of War? Master, can this donor beat Brother Huixin? If it can't be beaten, then we will be miserable!"
Hui Neng stared at her lovely big eyes and said with some expectation and some worry.
"Relax! If there is a seal of heaven, he will definitely not lose! Hui Neng, remember not to call Brother Hui Xin in the future, he is a traitor, you must kill him in the future, and avenge my hatred for my Prajna Monastery!"
The old monk stared at Hui Neng and said a sudden burst of blood spewed out of his mouth, the breath instantly became extremely weak, almost as the lamp was dry.
The old monk was already seriously injured. This time it was a battle that cost the life source and Huixin, and the result was even more wounded. It was already back to the light.
He was strong now, and after seeing Ling Xiao appeared, Huineng's safety was unharmed, and he couldn't hold it anymore.
"Master, Master, you can't die. What if you die? Master, oooo..."
Huineng little monk hugged the old monk, his face was full of tears that could not stop, he was crying very sad, and his face was crying.
"Stupid child, how happy it is to live and how hard to die, I just returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If you can one day enter the pool of eight treasures of merit, maybe we still have time to see you again! ~EbookFREE.me~ Follow him in the future, he should be a good person!"
The old monk smiled at Hui Neng, his face full of kindness and reluctance, and touched Hui Neng's little head, the whole person's breath became weaker and weaker.
Buzz!
The old monk sat down with his arms crossed, his hands folded, his eyes lowered, his face compassionate, and he recited the scriptures silently in his mouth:
Bodhisattva, who travels as long as the paramita is long, sees that all five aggregates are empty and spends all his misery. "
"Sari, the color is not different, and the air is not different, the color is empty, the empty is the color, the same is true of the imagination..."
As the chanting sound of the old monk sounded, there was a bright Buddha light in the void all around, as if the door of the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue were scattered, and the four sides of the void oscillated, and the body of the old monk began to slowly become a light rain.
"The relics are all kinds of dharma, they don’t live, they don’t grow dirty, they don’t grow, they don’t increase. They are colorless in the air, they don’t know what they want, they don’t have eyes, ears, nose and tongue, and colorless sound and fragrance touch the method... …"
"... Therefore, if you say that the Prajna Paramita has many mantras, it means that the mantra says: Explain the truth, Polo the truth, the Pharaoh monk, the Bodhisattva."
As the old monk's last verse was finished, his whole person was shining brightly, and instantly turned into a bright rain of light, disappearing between heaven and earth.
"Amitabha!"
Huineng little monk folded his palms together, whispered a buddha, his mouth choked with tears, and burst into tears.
Bang!
Ling Xiao, who was in control of Fan Tianyin and Huixin's Devil's Pestle, collided, and suddenly Huihui flew out again, directly smashing the distant mountain walls into a large humanoid hole.
"Ok?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a fine glance. At this moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk's monk's Dao Road. He suddenly felt a little sentimental in his heart, but the killing in his eyes grew fiercer.