Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 1183 You Must Force Me To Do It
They had long admired the little monk, and of course they didn't want him to end up like this.

"Forget it, forget it, whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell, you can do it." The little monk shook his head and said resolutely.

"Hey, why are you so stubborn, don't you want to learn from the Buddha to serve the eagle with your body, but you can't do it yourself like the sages?" A member of the immortal sect continued to persuade.

"So what, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? As long as I can influence the world to do good deeds to the Buddha, what's the problem with serving the eagle's face?" The little monk said with a smile.

The young and handsome face also seemed to exude a layer of sacred light, as if he was a dignified monk with a treasure face.

The surrounding immortals originally thought his words were a bit pedantic and wanted to persuade him again, but seeing the holy light of Buddhism on his face, they couldn't utter a single word, and their eyes became even more reverent.

"Okay, okay, since you have such an ambitious wish, then we will come to fulfill you." Seeing the admiration in everyone's eyes, the two disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace became even more angry, and at the same time they jumped to attack the young monk. go.

The purple air filled the air, and the two palms waved past, turning into thousands of afterimages, which dazzled the eyes.

"Not good!" Lu Qingli exclaimed.

Although these two people were domineering and obviously did not take the young monk seriously, but they were born in the Heavenly Grade Immortal Sect, and their dispositions were quite different from those of ordinary Immortal Sect disciples.It's fine if you don't make a move, once you make a move, no matter how weak your opponent is, you won't underestimate the enemy.

Lu Qingli could tell that they were using a set of combined attack skills, and the cooperation was extremely tacit. Even a strong man who had half-step transformation would probably not get much benefit from them.

And judging from the aura faintly exuded from the little monk, it should be only the early stage of the Zifu, at most the middle stage of the Zifu, how could they be their opponents.

Why don't I go to hell, who will go to hell, why feed an eagle with your body and die on your face, who do you think you are?
Others Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dare to go to hell, it is because other people are Bodhisattvas, they can come out whenever they want, but if you go to hell, you will never come out again, don’t you know?

Other Buddhas dare to feed eagles with their bodies. It is because other people are Buddhas. Once the Buddha's power is released, the meat will not grow as fast as you cut the flesh. You think you can't kill you if you are thin-skinned and tender?
As for spitting on your face, it's because spitting doesn't hurt people, let alone kill them. Of course, others can pretend to be magnanimous. If you try to slap someone on the face, what will the result be?
Although Lu Qingli also felt that the little monk was a little pedantic, he still admired his disposition of defying power and sticking to his heart, and didn't want to see him hurt by the hands of two Wuji Immortal Palace disciples.With a thought, a talisman appeared in his hand.

"Bang!" At this moment, a muffled groan came, and a disciple of Wuji Immortal Palace flew out of the air as if hit by a hammer.

The emaciated Wuji Immortal Palace disciple was in the air, his face twisted instantly because of the pain, and deep horror appeared in his eyes.

Time seemed to freeze for a short time, and Lu Qingli's hand that was about to strike out the magic talisman stopped suddenly, and she was also very surprised.

With one punch, just one punch, this little monk directly sent a strong man in the mid-stage of Zifu flying!Moreover, this punch was so unremarkable, so simple and direct, there was no change at all.

The moment he shot, she also confirmed her judgment, this little monk was indeed only at the beginning of Zifu's cultivation.

Lu Qingli asked herself, if it was him who was fighting these two Wuji Immortal Palace disciples with his early stage cultivation in Zifu, would he be able to win so cleanly?

The answer is no, these two people have not only reached the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, but their combined attack technique is even more mysterious and exquisite.

Lu Qingli believed that if he faced the two of them with the cultivation base of the Purple Mansion, it would be impossible to say whether he could win, let alone win cleanly.

It is obviously only the initial cultivation base of the Zifu, how could it be possible to make such a punch, is this the unfathomable depth of Buddhism?But it's not right, as far as she knows, even those Buddhist powerhouses in the Dharma-ending era don't have the ability to leapfrog the enemy?

Looking at the young and handsome face of the young monk, Lu Qingli was puzzled.

What even Lu Qingli couldn't figure out, of course the others couldn't figure it out even more.

There was silence all around, everyone was stunned, even another Wuji Immortal Palace disciple was shocked, his eyes showed a momentary look of bewilderment.

"You, how dare you attack our Wuji Immortal Palace disciples!" He subconsciously yelled angrily.

It's a pity that the other party not only dared to attack Wuji Immortal Palace disciples, but also dared to use cruel hands.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a fist magnified in front of my eyes, magnified continuously, and magnified again.

There is no room for the strong to be distracted. Although the young monk is one level behind him in cultivation, he is also in the realm of the Purple Mansion, and this moment is enough.

"Bang!" Amidst the muffled sound, another figure flew high.

"You, you are dead. If you dare to attack us, Wuji Immortal Palace will never let you go..." The two fell to the ground, rolled a few times and got up, roaring at the same time.

This time, before they finished speaking, a moon-white figure rolled over like a whirlwind, punching and kicking them.

The two instinctively drew their swords, but just now they couldn't block each other's punch when they joined forces. At this time, Fang Cun Da Chao had just got up, and of course he didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Bang, bang, bang bang bang..." A muffled sound like a storm followed.

"Aw... woo..." A shrill scream followed.

In just a moment, the two Promise Immortal Palace disciples were beaten to the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, and nosebleeds shot up into the sky, stained with dust and covered their heads and faces. As for the long swords in their hands, they were long gone. Knowing where it flew to, which fairy doorman it fell into the hands of.

All around, everyone's eyelids twitched wildly and the corners of their mouths twitched.

Ruthless, this little monk's strikes are really too ruthless, it's nothing more than punching to the flesh, and the positions of the strikes are all the parts that are most sensitive to pain.However, these parts can't kill people, they will only magnify the pain by ten times.

Although the fist didn't land on their own body, but they have reached their level of cultivation, and they have a little understanding of medical skills, knowing what it feels like to be hit by someone on these parts, and there are two shudders for a while.

"You don't listen to good words and good words, but you insist on forcing me to do it, force me to break the precepts, and force me to go to hell. No matter what, if the hell is not empty, I will not become a Buddha. Even if I fall into the Avici Hell today, I will enlighten you, let me go to hell. You mend your ways and do good with your heart." While beating, the little monk said with grievance and grief.

Because of grief and indignation, the shot was also more ruthless and heavier than before.

(End of this chapter)