Magic Card: Create Tu Shan's Master at the Start

Because from start to finish, they all thought they were doing the right thing.

As long as your faith does not waver.

No one can point fingers at this person.

"Without shame..."

The Tathagata murmured a few words, then smiled and said, "The donor is indeed a wonderful person."

"At the moment, the defense of the Holy Buddhist Temple has been lifted. At this moment, the outside world should be in chaos. Would you like to go out with me to see the outside world, or become a magic card and wait until the outside world is safe and then come out."

In the face of this Tathagata Buddha, Ji Feng could not help but naturally respect him.

In fact, his charisma is too sublime.

"If possible, I'd like to go out and have a look."

The Buddha's eyes were full of longing.

billions of years.

I can finally get out of this narrow world.

Ji Feng opened the barrier and walked out of the Little Leiyin Temple with Tathagata Buddha.

Outside the Xiaoleiyin Temple is still desolate.

Ji Feng is not worried at all now that he will be exposed to the Holy Buddhist Temple.

He had already passed the news of the collapse of the defenses of the Holy Buddhist Temple to the three major courtyards.

Presumably at this moment, the people from the three major courtyards are already gearing up and rushing towards this side.

"Is this the outside world? The air is quite fresh."

The Buddha smiled faintly.

"It's the smell of gold, it's too foul."

"Isn't this the tradition of Holy Buddhism? Buddha statues must be resplendent."

When Ji Feng heard his words, he couldn't help but ask.

"Gorgeous, who gave this tradition?"

The Buddha was still smiling.

"If there is a Buddha in your heart, there is a Buddha wherever you are. If you don't have a Buddha in your heart, there is no Buddha anywhere. If you really believe in Buddha, you can worship the splendor and the broken stone statues."

Ji Feng's heart was slightly touched.

Tathagata did not say more.

It can be seen that he is full of dislike for the splendid world of this Fang Holy Buddhist Temple.

"I came from asceticism and became a Buddha. I never imagined that my descendants would be so extravagant."

Ji Feng opened his mouth.

I couldn't help telling him what the Holy Buddha Temple had done.

After all, it is to attack the holy Buddhist temple.

Naturally, these reasons must be told to the Tathagata.

Although they are now in a master-servant relationship, it is still not good to leave grudges in their hearts.

"It is so!"

Even the Tathagata, who is merciful, is also moved by true qi.

"These evil obstacles are not worthy of my Buddhism! Evil obstacles!"

"If I want to attack the holy Buddhist temple, will the Buddha help me?"

Ji Feng strikes while the iron is hot.

"Naturally willing!"

The Tathagata did not hesitate at all.

If the descendants of these holy Buddhist temples can't live up to the Buddhist creed, that's all.

But actually!

To make that wait for the next trick!

It's an insult to Buddhist teachings!

Such dregs, the Tathagata Buddha does not mind eradicating them at all.

At this time, the pot has already exploded in the Holy Buddha Temple.

In a dark cell.

A bald-headed little monk was dying.

Whips kept hitting him.

Hit him again and again until his skin cracks.

"Come on! Where's that thing?"

The monk interrogating was over old and had a gray beard.

At this moment, it is ferocious, like a ghost in hell.

"do not know!"

Wuxin was stubborn, clenching his teeth and refusing to speak. .

Chapter 235

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

"Hasn't you been tortured enough these days?"

"court death!"

The old monk was angry, and he picked up the spirit wine from the jar on the side.

With a bang, he poured down the mottled wounds on Wuxin's body.

"Ahhh-"

Those spirit wines are brewed with poison.

The alcohol is extremely hot, and at the same time, it is highly poisonous.

I poured it on the wound, and I couldn't bear it.

Just fainted.

It is conceivable how painful it is to be able to make a Martial King faint.

"It's really useless, it hurts like this."

The old monk sneered a few times with great disdain.

But in the end, he can't die.

Before they get that giant treasure, make sure Wuxin is alive and well.

So, the old monk smeared some elixir on Wuxin's body again.

Seeing the wounds on Wuxin's body slowly heal.

The handsome little monk slowly woke up.

Just... how about waking up?

Looking up at the dark ceiling, I could smell the stench of my own flesh.

Heartless.

Might as well just die.

I don't know how long I can last in this dark torment.

"If you hand over that treasure, I can consider forgiving you, the immortal old monk pinches Wuxin's chin, and grins viciously, he should be a merciful monk, but now he is like a devil in hell.

impossible

Inadvertently gnashing his teeth, he knew that the only reason he could keep himself alive was that treasure

If he really handed it over, I'm afraid he would die with no scum left.

Don't eat and drink fine toast, haven't you had enough of the torment these days?The old monk looked at Wuxin with a sense of frustration, but he was still not ready to give up on him. He had coveted that treasure for too long, so he took a lot of trouble to take people back.

Wuxinhe sneered, "If I really hand it over, I'm afraid I will die even worse."

The old monk frowned and looked at him, "How could you be a genius? If you are willing to hand over that treasure, our Holy Buddhist Temple can consider training you to become the next generation's heir."

"If I become the heir to the next generation, then this treasure will eventually become mine."

Disdainfully.

"It's just such a trick, is it necessary to deceive me?"

These days, the people at the holy Buddhist temple have been carrying out mental torture and physical humiliation on him.

At the same time, someone would tell him with a red face in front of him.

If you are willing to hand over that treasure, you can consider cultivating him.

"Since you are willing to cultivate me, why do you need me to hand over my treasures, and when I succeed in my cultivation, it will be the well-being of your holy Buddhist temple?"

"Such a cunning little monk, it seems that it doesn't make sense to persuade you."

The old monk looked at Wuxin gloomily.

Looking at the stubborn face on his face, he became angry.

It seems that you have never tasted this taste.