Super Martial God

"Murong Xue."

Night Xiu's eyes were dark and vicious. "Do you think I won't guard you this time?"

The voice fell, and two figures swept out.

These two photography, impressively, are also golden Bodhisattvas.

Yexiu took three golden Bodhisattvas on this trip.

Murong Xue's face was ugly.

Three golden Bodhisattvas?

No matter how strong she is, she can't stop the three golden Bodhisattvas.

"Kill the boy first, and then take care of Feixue city."

Yexiu's patience with Murong Xue was obviously over, and ordered coldly.

Suddenly, one golden Bodhisattva resisted Murong Xue, and the other two golden Bodhisattvas flew to the west gate without snow.

Simon fought hard without snow.

Unfortunately, even if he was evil enough, his cultivation was only a heavenly arhat, and he was not the opponent of the two golden Bodhisattvas at all.

After more than a dozen breaths, he fell into absolute disadvantage.

"Uncle, don't you save him?"

Lin Yan is a little anxious.

"No hurry."

Lin Mu said faintly.

"It's not urgent. If you don't do it again, I think he'll be finished."

Lin Yandao.

Lin Mu shook his head without further explanation.

Lin fumes and stomps his feet, but he can't help Lin Mu.

This will be Kung Fu. The situation without snow in Ximen is even worse. It is full of danger.

Suddenly, when Ximen Wuxue was trying his best to deal with a golden Bodhisattva in front of him, another golden Bodhisattva moved and appeared behind him, slapping the back of Ximen Wuxue's head with his palm.

If this palm goes on, Ximen will die without snow.

Seeing Simon's snow free hair dancing, the golden Bodhisattva's palm was less than three feet from his head. The golden Bodhisattva's face suddenly changed and retreated instead of entering.

Shua!

Almost instantly, the golden Bodhisattva retreated a hundred miles.

At the same time, a cold ice flying sword flew past the golden Bodhisattva's original position.

The smell of the ice flying sword is terrible.

If the golden Bodhisattva insists on killing Ximen Wuxue, Ximen Wuxue will die, but he can't escape the fatal attack of the cold ice flying sword.

What's more frightening is that the breath emitted by the cold ice flying sword has clearly surpassed the Bodhisattva and has the power of the Buddha.

The Buddha is coming!

All living beings are in awe.

Sure enough, there was snow light in the sky thousands of miles away. In a moment, it broke through the void and appeared over the snow river.

A five finger slender, neither fat nor thin, white hand like lanolin jade grasped the cold ice flying sword.

The flying sword was made of ancient ice.

But this hand seems to be whiter than a flying sword. It's a beautiful hand.

Such a hand, in the imagination of all living beings, should belong to a beautiful woman.

The next moment, the expression of all sentient beings was frozen.

Out of the void came a man.

Just a man.

This is also a bald monk.

Lin Mu's eyes showed interest.

In the west, practicing Buddhism doesn't mean you must be a monk.

The largest sect in the west, the western religion in the charge of the two sequence masters, are all Buddhists, but none of them is a monk.

This is quite different from his Buddhism in the world of big numbers and the earth world deduced by Emperor sang.

Buddha means awakening.

The doctrine of western religion is that all living beings can be Buddhas, and it is not necessary to shave to become Buddhas.

Shaved monks are called "ascetic monks" in the West. They are completely different from the blissful doctrine of western religion, but they are a minority.

The bald monk looks peerless, but he wears coarse cloth monk clothes and straw sandals.

"Who is your excellency?"

Two golden Bodhisattvas stared at the bald monk.

The small number of ascetic monks in the West also makes them extremely mysterious, and the outside world has limited understanding of them.

"It doesn't matter who the poor monk is. The key is Ximen Wuxue. He is a poor monk's disciple. Please raise your hand."

The bald monk put his hands together and said gently.

"This..."

The two golden Bodhisattvas looked at each other.

They don't want to let Ximen have no snow, but the monk is clearly a Buddha. They can't afford to provoke him.

Just as he wanted to promise the bald monk, he heard Yexiu say in a harsh voice, "if you say let him go, let him go? Monk, I'm the prince of night skyscraper. I advise you to send Ximen Wuxue to me and don't cause trouble. "

"Hey."

The bald monk sighed helplessly.

Then he waved his sleeve.

His eyes seemed to be infinite in the universe.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yexiu and his three golden Bodhisattvas were swept away and fell many light-years away.

"Master."

Simon Wuxue, with a guilty face, flew to the bald monk.

The bald monk looked at him, didn't speak, and turned his eyes to Lin Mu.

Without waiting for him to speak, Lin Mu immediately disappeared from his original place and appeared in Feixue city.

The bald monk was about to leave. Lin Yan followed him curiously: "monk, did you kill Yexiu?"

Hearing the speech, the bald monk shook his head: "all Buddhas should have a heart of compassion. How can they kill wantonly? The poor monk just sent them back to the night skyscraper."

Lin Yan was stunned and said, "you didn't kill them and sent them home for free? Don't you know that if you let them go, they won't let your disciples go, and they will retaliate sooner or later? "

"If you know how, if you don't know how, when will the injustice be repaid? If this robbery can't be resolved, how can I cherish this body?"

Bald and Shangdao.

Lin Yan is even more stupid, completely unable to understand the thinking of the bald monk.

In the face of the enemy, the other party shouted to fight and kill. The monk just didn't kill and sent the other party away.

What's more unacceptable is that knowing that the other party will retaliate, the monk not only doesn't think about how to deal with it, but also thinks that if the disaster can't be resolved, why not sacrifice himself.

She couldn't help looking at the west gate without snow.

You have no problem with her eyes, right?

Simon Wuxue smiled bitterly.

He also couldn't accept master's idea, so he escaped.

But he knew that master didn't just talk about it. He really had a great compassion. He didn't even have the heart to hurt ants and moths.

When they made eye contact, the bald monk disappeared.

At the same time, in the city Lord's mansion.

In a pavilion, Lin Mu stands with his hands down.

The bald monk appeared behind him, his hands folded and said, "the monk is unpredictable, which makes the poor monk out of reach. I don't dare to speculate. I just don't know why the monk wants the poor monk to come out?"

He is the Buddha. His accomplishments are not trivial. Naturally, he can feel the terror of Lin Mu.

Although Lin Mu is just a Bodhisattva, it gives him a sense of oppression, which is more terrible than many upper fruit Buddha.

He also knew that Lin Mu didn't save Ximen Wuxue, just to let him come forward.

"Simon Wuxue is your disciple. I asked you to be a master to save him. What's the problem?"

Lin Mu said faintly.

The bald monk was slightly stunned and said, "I have my own fate. Ximen Wuxue is good at making suggestions and going out. This is his own robbery. He should spend it by himself."

"Really?"

Lin Mu smiled, "if so, it's more correct for me not to save him. It's just to let him respond to the robbery. Instead, it's the monk you who did it at the last moment. Isn't it against the original intention?"

The baldheaded monk smiled bitterly: "the monks have profound accomplishments and the Buddha Dharma is endless. I can't say that I can't be a monk."