"So, Buddha, are you going to fight us to the end?"
Venerable Nati Kasyapa said with a sneer, staring at the tyrant monk, when the Buddhist sect was destroyed, five hundred arhats died, the death of death, the betrayal of betrayal, the rest of them, the few adhere to It is a pity that the pure land of the Western Divine State is no longer prosperous.
Today, Venerable Natijasyapa, as the leader among the five hundred Arhats, naturally cannot forget the harm that the Buddha brought to the Buddhist sect. The reincarnation of the Buddha is their eternal nightmare.
"Amitabha Buddha, Venerable Nati Kasyapa, the little monk has always adhered to the idea of my Buddha's compassion and single-mindedness, and has no two hearts. I can't deny what happened in the past, but I won't admit that my reincarnated demon body was long ago. It has become one, and it is no longer me at all. Evil comes from my heart. It is a trace of evil in my heart. I can't blame it for the disaster. Let me give you an explanation, but I think that day will be in the near future."
The tyrant and monk were neither humble nor arrogant. Venerable Natijayapa was the top expert among the top ten monasteries, and he was the mainstay of the five hundred Arhats back then, but the grievances and grievances of the Buddhist sect at that time could not be explained clearly in a few words.
"Okay, since this is the case, there is nothing to say, Buddha, you are no longer as brave as you used to be, and we are no longer the Venerable Arhats of the year. Today's battle, there is no need to show mercy, we We should swear to the end to fight to the end and fight for the last shred of dignity of Buddhism."
Venerable Subhadra shouted in a deep voice, the power is overwhelming, and he is already ready to fight the tyrant monk to the end.
"It's useless to talk too much. Since people still rely on the power of the Buddha back then and think they are the masters of the Buddha world, why should we be polite to him? The Buddhist sect has already fallen apart. If it weren't for your reincarnated demon body, how would the Buddhist sect become what it is now? This look? No one is forcing you, but Buddhism is truly destroyed in your hands."
Venerable Wugou angrily rebuked the tyrant monk. All kinds of things in those days were vividly remembered, and the Buddhist sect was destroyed. The Buddha, the ancestor of all Buddhas, is indeed to blame, and can even be said to be a sinner of the Buddhist sect.
"Amitabha, the little monk is deeply sorry. I will never forget what happened back then. When I rebuild the Buddhist sect, I will definitely apologize with death. The mistakes I made will be fully borne by the little monk. But, it's not now."
The tyrant monk said with a serious face.
"Buddha, you—"
Venerable Wood Spirit said in a low voice, his face worried.
"It's easy to say, but the three of us, today, must abolish your cultivation base, and we have to decide on your Buddhist rhyme."
Venerable Youxian Wugou gritted his teeth and said that he had already hated the Buddha to the bone, and this battle was inevitable.
"Amitabha! You deceive people too much. The Buddha has repeatedly tolerated, but you are aggressive. As Buddhist disciples, aren't you embarrassed? Five hundred Arhats are so filthy, even thinking about embezzling my Buddha's Buddha. Yun, is really a rebellious one, extremely vicious, I, Venerable Wood Spirit, are ashamed to be in your company."
Venerable Wood Spirit was already intolerable, and he even sneered at these rambunctious people.
"How old are you? Even your respected master, Guan Zizai, may not dare to talk to us like this. There is no distinction between the high and the low, and the mere servants and waiters dare to discuss seniority with my respected masters. It's a joke. It's ridiculous. to."
Venerable Subhadra shook his head, with a murderous intent in his eyes. The drastic changes in Buddhism in those days, but now these five hundred Arhats have long since fallen apart and their temperament has changed greatly. Individuals must be alive, in order to be able to hang a pot to save the world, and to form a good relationship.
But now, all of this has been destroyed by the Buddha, the Buddha is the success, and the Buddha is the failure.
"you-"
Venerable Wood Spirit's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth and said, but was stopped by the tyrant monk.
"Amitabha, everyone, I said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, but not now."
The tyrant monk also became frowning. What he wants to do now is not to fight against these Arhats, but to influence them, to make them convert to my Buddha again, and to make Buddhism a pure land, not Murderous devil land.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two, it seems that we won't do it. Lord Buddha is not going to have a good talk with us. Hmph."
Venerable Subhadra sneered again and again. At this time, the three of them looked at each other, and they were already charging away at the tyrant monk, merciless, killing the gas, across the heaven and earth, and instantly blocked the tyrant monk. way to go.
The figure in the middle stage of the three emperors rose up and attacked the tyrant monk, one after another Buddha light, became extremely cold, and one after another palm print, became as cold as frost.
"The Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
The tyrant monk's palms are like thunder, whizzing past, under the light of the Buddha, above the earth, the brilliance is all over the sky, and the rhythm of the Buddha lasts forever.
"That Yan Luo Yin!"
"Dharani Palm!"
"The Light of the Sages!"
The three great Arhats have murderous auras, their breath is no longer pure Buddhist rhyme, but full of distracting thoughts, full of chaos, full of confusing breath, like executioners, there is no trace of Buddha. The appearance of the venerable.
However, it is undeniable that the strength of the three people is extremely terrifying, and they are coerced and forced to make the tyrant monk move and retreat, but the Buddhist rhyme that wins in the hands of the tyrant monk is incomparably pure. The Buddhist rhythm blessing of Guan Zizai, the tyrant monk fights three against one. As a Buddha, he has a profound background. In the face of the three great Arhats, with the same combat power, the tyrant monk does not need it at all. Back away, embarrassed.
However, his body was also greatly suppressed. The three Arhats vowed to attack him to the death, for the sake of the Buddha's rhythm on his body. They wanted to win their own relics, and they wanted to incarnate into Buddhas, but that was just whimsical.
The two sides are constantly intertwined, and the momentum is fast. Every time the tyrants and monks leave room, but Venerable Natijaye and others are facing each other in life and death. It cracked open, the Buddha rhythm gradually disappeared, and the sky was eclipsed. Both sides tried their best. Venerable Wood Spirit couldn't help worrying about the Buddha, because he always did not make a full shot, but was hit hard by three people one after another, and the scene was extremely extreme. danger.
"Hahaha, worthy of being the ancestor of all Buddhas, he really has a big heart. He would rather suffer and suffer serious injuries than kill him. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? It's admirable."
A loud shout resounded above the void, and the expression of the tyrant monk was completely gloomy at this moment, even the wood spirit stagnation, the shadow that covered the sky made him feel A sense of suffocation!