Chapter 2787: All beings are suffering, poor monks come to ferry

"Misery, I have seen this general!"
The old monk wore a red and gold robes, folded his hands together with a sad face, and gave a Buddhist ceremony to Zhao Yun.
"Zilong, I have seen the master."
Zhao Yun's eyes were solemn, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.
In his perception, the old monk was extremely terrifying.
Just standing quietly on the void, a terrible aura filled the world and enveloped the surroundings.
As far away as the sky!
As thick as the ground!
It's like a big Buddha sitting in the air, exuding infinite domineering, and with endless compassion.
In his body, he can feel the boundless power.
Unbelievably tyrannical!
"I wonder if the master is here, what do you have to say?"
Zhao Yun held the bright silver gentian gun tightly, his eyes like a knife.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come!
At this time, the old monk suddenly appeared, obviously with bad intentions.
"I can't talk about it, but the poor monk can't bear the generals to kill evil again, and come to persuade the generals."
The Venerable Suffering chanted the Buddha's name low, showing compassion.
"Don't kill evil?"
Zhao Yun frowned.
"Buddhism said that life is suffering, and the world is sinking in the red dust, hatred, killing, anger, and resentment are all suffering from red dust.
Among them, killing is the head of the four sufferings and the greatest suffering in the world. "
"The general was furious to protect the emperor, and the poor monk understood.
Of course, too much is too late.
Venerable Dongyang has been seriously injured by the general, has been severely punished, and has been softened. Please show mercy to the soldiers. "
"Amitabha!"
Venerable Suffering clasped his palms together, his face showed sorrow.
"Furthermore, Venerable Dongyang is destined to my Buddha. General, please take a look at the face of my Xiaolingshan Temple and let Venerable Dongyang go."
Venerable Suffering stroked his hand, shattering the aura that enveloped Venerable Dongyang.
"Thank you Venerable Suffering!"
Venerable Dongyang was overjoyed and quickly thanked Venerable Suffering.
He is saved!
He didn't know who the Venerable Suffering was.
However, the name of Xiaolingshan Temple, he is like a thunderbolt, this is a great Taoist religion, the real martial arts holy land.
Even in the entire world of the heavens, it is extremely dazzling, and it is a terrifying force standing on the top of the heavens!
Any doorman who walks out must be respected everywhere.
When the suffering Venerable speaks to protect him, it is impossible for Zhao Yun not to give face.
Zhao Yun could not give face to many quasi-emperors, but he had to give face to the suffering venerables, because this was the disciple of the Supreme Taoist Sect!
Therefore, he finally escaped this catastrophe, he didn't need to die, and he didn't need to abolish the cultivation base he had gained from countless penances.
"good!"
Venerable Suffering nodded.
Venerable Dongyang is not weak in talent. He has been in the quasi-emperor realm for tens of thousands of years. He is close to the extreme realm of the quasi-emperor and can be admitted to the temple as an outer disciple.
A little training can add another emperor to the temple.
"Let him go?"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun's eyes sank: "Sir, are you joking?
In other words, the Venerable wants to do something with this general? "
As he spoke, Zhao Yun took a sudden step forward, his head full of black hair raised, his martial arts robe behind him was silent, and he hunted.
Above the sky, the flame phoenix uttered a cry that penetrated through the clouds, and strands of divine fire fell.
"All the world is suffering. Those who are destined to our Buddha are the poor monks who have to go.
If the general insists on blocking, even if the poor monks are unwilling to use force, they can also use Buddhist apologetic methods to teach your superior skills. "
The color of misery on the face of Venerable Suffering is even stronger.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist horn.
Venerable Suffering gently moved, and the blood in his body, like mountains and seas, shook, shaking the void.
"Om!"
Void.
A big Buddha appeared, fell down and sat down, blooming with infinite dazzling golden light, illuminating the sky.
The war is about to start!