Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi smiled for a while, looking up and angry, and said: "Little monk, as you say, this badge is in your hands, not in my hands. Everything is empty for you. —You gave me all your badges. How about I go with you and grab the badges of everyone? I want the badges to get fame and fortune. You have quelled the fortune, the merits are immeasurable, and saved many people’s lives. Are they complete?"

"Well……"

The little monk blinked, somewhat speechless. Jiang Yi's trick of attacking his shield with a spear of a child is too poisonous. Although this little Buddhist monk's dharma is high and deep, he is not deeply involved in the world.

In Jiang Yi's view, the Dazen Temple sent people to participate in the war, and may not want the reward of the national war, but it is by no means so noble and great to speak with this young monk.

Profits may not be necessary, and the name must be contested. They sent people to fight in order to show their sense of existence, to show the world how great their great Zen master is, to let more people join the great Zen master, and believe in the Lord Buddha. Otherwise, if there is nothing indisputable, then you don’t have to be born. You have been hiding in the mountains and practicing with concentration.

"Donator, although what you say makes sense, this badge cannot be given to you."

The young monk paused and shook his head: "You are not my Buddha's disciple, of course, if you convert to my Buddha, maybe I can think about it, my Buddha is compassionate, the donor..."

"All right, all right!"

Jiang Yi heard goose bumps all up, he waved his hand, and the fire spirit beads lit up, and the black scale sword appeared. He drank coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, just grab and let go to fight, the young man put the words out, If you want my life as Jiang Yi, you monks will prepare half of them to see the Lord Buddha."

"The donor, you are not our opponent!"

The little monk sighed slightly: "I persuade the donor to give the badge to the poor monk, I will wait back immediately, otherwise the donor will be hurt..."

"A big breath!"

Jiang Yi sneered twice, his eyes rolled, and suddenly stared at the young monk, saying: "Shall we fight each other? If you can hurt me, all my badges will be on your hands. If I can hurt you, badges on you Give me back immediately? How can both sides be harmless?"

"Do the donor take this seriously?" asked the little monk's eyes as he opened his eyes.

"a man of his words!"

Jiang Yi nodded heavily and asked, "My husband, Jiang Yi's man, said nothing. Naturally, he will not regret it, but I don't know if your monk at Dazen Temple will honor the promise?"

The little monk nodded and said, "The monk never speaks arrogantly! The donor is all we have to say. The donor, please do it first, you retreat."

"call out!"

The young monk seemed to have a very high status. As soon as he finished speaking, the monks around him automatically retreated from the distance of one hundred feet. It seemed that he was not worried about Jiang Yi killing the young monk.

"Little monk is careful."

Jiang Yi was welcome, and his legs kicked away, and the Black Scale Sword danced in the air, suddenly slashing towards the front, he burst out drinking: "Wind Shadow Sword!"

"Oh!"

When Jiang Yi released the Fengying Sword, the surrounding air flowed quickly, pouring from all directions towards the tip of the Black Scale Sword, and suddenly the wind raged, blowing the little monk's cassock hunting and hunting in front.

"Amitabha!"

When the young monk appeared a bowl in his hand sometime, his hand fluttered lightly, and the bowl immediately flew towards the river, rising against the wind, and instantly became as big as a diameter, smashing towards the river like a flying hill. Come.

"Fuck! Is this a celestial or holy artifact?"

Jiang Yi's body immediately paused and sipped: "Silver Moon Demon Wolf!"

The Yinyue demon wolf appeared in the air, Jiang Yi saw the demon wolf recovered, and immediately jumped up to control the demon wolf to avoid it.

Fortunately, although the bowl is fast and the coercion is terrifying, it has not yet reached the level of Ren Wangyin. It should be just a special heavenly object. Jiang Yixian escaped, and just controlled the Yinyue demon wolf to rush towards the young monk. The young monk folded his hands together and announced a Buddha number: "Amitabha."

Jiang Yi's soul was shocked again, his head was dizzy, and the Yinyue demon wolf was not moving again...

"call out!"

The fledgling bowl flew back again. Jiang Yi just woke up and saw that the sky in front of him became dark. The bowl bowl was suppressed like a mountain!

"Break me!"

Jiang Yi no longer evaded. The Black Scale Sword swept through the underground sand pile, twisted the sand beneath it into pieces, and his body fell into it. When his body just fell, the bowl above had crashed down.

"Fire Spirit Stone!"

Jiang Yishen shouted, and a small red stone flew out of the fire spirit beads. Jiang Yi reached out his hand, and the fire spirit beads immediately flew towards the bowl. Upon touching the bowl, a blue flame suddenly appeared, and the whole bowl. It also emits dazzling white light, which suddenly begins to become smaller.

"call out!"

At this moment, the monks around me all flew in horror at this moment, surrounded by the little monk, his eyes were dignified, and the little monk's mouth was also open, and his eyes were unbelievable.

"boom!"

Jiang Yi's body exploded from the sand, reaching for the small bowl, and a sip of blood slowly came out of the corner of his mouth. Although the bowl hadn't crushed him just now, the powerful coercion still hurt his internal organs.

Jiang Yi threw away the bowl that had made a small hole and sneered and said, "Why? You can't call a helper?"

The young monk took Bo Yu's face and felt distressed. After watching it for a while, he sighed: "Donator, since you can break the bowl of the uncle, you must be able to stop you. Hui Jing gave him all our badges."

A monk in his twenties seemed to be anxious and gritted his teeth at the young monk and shouted, "Uncle Xiao."

"Give him!"

The young monk sighed quietly: "The people of our Dazen Temple are naturally impossible to say nothing. Although the donor did not hurt me, but you rushed over, it is considered that we violated the rules. Naturally we lost."

"Ok!"

The monk immediately took a cloth bag from his arms and threw it to Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi swept to see that there were six or seven hundred badges inside and immediately rejoiced. He gave a thumbs up to the young monk and said: "Little monk, you really are a sincere person ."

"The donor, you go!"

The little monk folded his hands together and said blankly: "This time we will not be embarrassed by the donor. Of course, if we encounter the donor next time, we will still shoot."

"it is good!"

Jiang Yi's impression of the young monk was greatly improved. He took out the Yinyue demon wolf and galloped away, and soon brought a burst of wild sand and disappeared into the distance.

"Little Uncle!"

When Jiang Yi left, more than 20 monks looked at the young monk anxiously, but they didn't know where to start.

The young monk touched the bowl in his hand, shook his head and sighed, "Sister Uncle Zu said, holding the Buddha Seal of Jiuyang in his bowl, if anyone can break his bowl, this person is either a murderer or Great saint! And we can't mess with these two kinds of people, otherwise it will bring endless scourge to Dazen Temple, let's go."