I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 165 Eight-armed Asura

Demons fight each other, good deeds, Qishilu (76)

Demons killing each other, good deeds, one hundred and fifty three (153)

Ghosts and ghosts eat each other, good deeds, thirty-two (32)

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In the early morning, when Feng Bingwen opened his eyes refreshed, after a night of qi circulation practice, he habitually opened the heavenly book, glanced at it, and immediately froze.

"what's the situation?"

Looking at the ancient seals that appeared on the Tianshu records, Feng Bingwen carefully recalled the things he had done these days, but none of them could be related to these demons and ghosts.

"How did this come about?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the good deeds that had increased by several hundred. Although the amount was not large, the origin was inexplicable, which aroused great interest in his heart.

Looking at the source manifested in the heavenly book, although it is vague, it is clear at a glance that it cannot be related to the disaster victims he saved.

Those ghosts and elves who are slightly mature can kill people. Of course, these things dare not enter densely populated places.

While Feng Bingwen was in doubt, a new record emerged, but it was not a record of good deeds, but a record of evil deeds turned into disasters.

Shura was born fiercely!Evil deeds, two thousand eight hundred and sixty five (2865)

"coming!"

Although he didn't feel any malice or danger, Feng Bingwen still left Fengjia Dazhai and went directly to Wolong Lake. He didn't know what the disaster caused by karma elimination this time would be, and he didn't feel it yet. to danger.

And just when Feng Bingwen ran to the small island in the middle of Wolong Lake, waiting patiently for the disaster to come.

In a barren mountain in Yunze Prefecture, the ferocious evil spirit suddenly erupted and swept across the forest. Even the female sword cultivator and the white ape who were fighting in the sky stepped back a certain distance to look at the changes below.

In a pool of blood below, a deep copper bell no bigger than an adult's fist was wrapped in evil energy and hung in mid-air, exuding a strange force of devouring power.

Located directly below the copper bell, the pool of bright red blood that even reflected the moonlight was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and traces of imperceptible energy were being absorbed and swallowed by the copper bell.

But this was just the beginning. Before some fighting monks and monsters could react, the scope of this engulfing had already covered the entire mountain.

Those who are already in this chaotic fight.The corpses left by the monks, goblins, and ghosts who lost their lives began to dry up, and all the remaining essence and blood energy were extracted, turning into a cloud of blood with a strange smell, wrapping the copper bell.

On the copper bell, almost fused with it, the invisible copper rust began to peel off, revealing the true appearance of the bell. It was a purple gold bell, which seemed to be made by the method of Taoist Xuanzong.

But at this moment, no one cared what the bell looked like, because a cloud of ominous black mist had already gushed out of the bell, swallowing the blood cloud that came, and gradually took shape.

"What the hell is this? I feel that the essence of my body is a little out of control."

"Me too, hurry up and stay away, this is definitely a big murderer, no wonder it will be named by the sages!"

"I really lost my head just now, let's go!"

Someone saw the mutated bell, and finally felt fear in his heart. He looked at the two big men in the sky, hesitated for a while, and finally chose to retreat.

However, there are still some people who are more excited because of the accident, and they came here for this reason. The more dangerous the accident, the greater the opportunity contained in it.

"Ancient Evil Spirit!"

"Look, the form has manifested!"

Under the gaze of some expectant eyes, the black mist rising from the purple golden bell swallowed up the blood cloud, and although this mountain was full of mess and corpses, there was no trace of blood.

The cloud of blood surged and gradually turned into a hazy human figure, but when eight arms with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, and hooks emerged, people with a little knowledge saw the eight-armed fierce god who only condensed half of his body, Couldn't help but change color, turned around and left.

"Amitabha!"

Some people were scared away, but others were attracted at the same time. I saw an old monk, wearing cassock and holding a tin staff, coming from the mountains on the wind, chanting a Buddha's name, and the mountains trembled.

"Sage and virtuous, there is indeed a great evil born here. My Buddha is merciful, and I should save all living beings. Although these evil spirits are riddled with sins, they still have a chance of sudden enlightenment. You should enter my Buddhist gate and understand Buddhist principles to resolve their sins! "

While the shameless old monk was speaking, he had already torn off the cassock that was hung with red agate, purple coral, luminous pearl, relics and other Buddhist treasures, and threw it at the fierce spirit that had just appeared, ready to Take it away.

"Where did the bald donkey come from? How shameless!"

Seeing that the old monk came up and said something, he was about to take the bell away. The Golden Browed Ape King, who had just fought with a well-known sword repairer for dozens of rounds with his bare hands, was not happy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a streak of yellow air flew out of his mouth, turning into a hill and falling down. The cassock, which was inflated by dozens of feet, was jeweled and eye-catching, but had no choice but to wrap it up and put away the hill. print.

"Amitabha, the golden-browed benefactor, why do you prevent me from descending the devil?"

The old monk in a thin monk's robe was leaning on a tin staff, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a calm tone.

"Hey, old thief bald, who doesn't understand your thoughts, get the hell out of here!"

The Golden-browed Ape King, who has close ties with the Daqian Dynasty, was not annoyed at all when he saw that his treasure was being suppressed. He then fumbled from his body for a while, took out an iron rod with blessings of different sizes, and covered his face with it. He threw it at the smooth and round forehead of the old bald donkey.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, your hostility is too heavy. Forgive me for what the old monk said. If the hostility doesn't disappear, it will be difficult to achieve a positive result. My Buddha is merciful. If the benefactor is willing to let go of your obsession, the poor monk can lead you to practice Buddhism..."

Even if he was hit on the forehead by a demon king with an iron rod, the old monk was neither sad nor happy. With a light touch of the tin rod in his hand, a Buddha's light rose up and turned into a figure of a wise king, immediately repelling all attacks.

"Lead me into Buddhism?"

Hearing this invitation, which was no different from humiliation, the white ape was not angry anymore. After taking back the iron rod, he looked up and down. The old monk who was surrounded by King Ming opened his mouth and laughed. Malicious, undisguised.

"Old monk, which Buddhist temple did you come from? Report your name so that I can go and talk to Emperor Daqian."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's face froze. He realized that something was wrong. After reciting the Buddha's name, he stopped talking. Something was wrong, and the eight-armed demon spirit who wanted to escape was wrapped up.

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, you old bald donkey haven't come out for decades, and you don't want to inquire about it. That monkey is a spiritual cultivator recruited by the government. If you want to poach the corner of the court, you are not afraid of the emperor's order. , Hundreds of thousands of troops flattened your Liuli Temple."

The old monk was silent, but there was an old laughter from the unattractive female sword cultivator in the sky, and at the moment of the laughter, a terrifying sword intent pouring down like a river rose up, Cut off the sword!
Tear!

The cassock that had already wrapped the demon spirit was split into two by the sword intent. Although it was still full of Buddha's light, it was weaker than before.

"The poor monk came here to eliminate demons and defend the way. Why did the layman block it with a sword? Is the layman planning to abandon the human race and seek refuge with demons?"

"The old thief is bald, don't put a big hat on my head, if I don't want the dharma body of King Ming you trained to be cut down, just go and cool off, I will take this Asura's remnant spirit, I just want to visit the sages, But suffering from not having anything to meet, it saves me a lot of effort now."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's face still showed no embarrassment at all. After taking back the cassock that was stuck together, he lifted his tin staff, turned around and left.

He wanted to reason with others, but they didn't listen to him. He wanted to use his own Dharma to explain to them, but his Dharma was not as advanced as the opponent's swordsmanship, so he had to leave.

"Oh, old bald donkey!"

A disdainful voice echoed in the sky, but the old monk who had already turned around didn't even have the intention of turning back, as if he didn't hear it, he walked farther and farther, and disappeared into the night within a few steps.

"Good disciple, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and put away the gift of meeting the sages as a teacher!"

"Yes."

The female Jianxiu standing in the air glanced at the white ape who was anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks, took out a cloth bag from the back of his waist, threw it at the trembling eight-armed disabled spirit, and put it directly into the treasure bag without any resistance. .

The white ape on the side watched this scene, but didn't say a word. The sword intent pervading the world was too terrifying. Although the opponent was unlikely to kill him, it was still no problem to cut him down.

The female swordsman who took away the demon spirit flew away without even looking at the half-disabled Jiang Yang on the ground.The golden-browed white ape also looked at the messy mountains below, felt bored, and left.

Staying until the end, I felt that many monsters, ghosts and snake spirits who had gained knowledge, scattered in twos and threes, and went back to their homes. Some people who were ordered to come here were also preparing to report the result of this battle.

Jiang Yang, who originally thought that no one was paying attention, got up with difficulty and was about to take the opportunity to escape, but when he looked up, he immediately saw a big man in blood armor and full of evil spirits grinning at him.

"Boy, where are you going?"

At this time, in Wolong Lake in Qingshan County, a child was looking at the surrounding lakes and mountains boredly. If he saw this scene for the first time, he would be moved with emotion. If he had enough talent, he might even be able to compose a poem.

But this kind of scene, for Feng Bingwen, has long been tired of seeing it. He will be here just to wait for the disaster that has manifested, but,

"What about my catastrophe? The heavenly book has already manifested, why hasn't it come yet?"

(End of this chapter)