"You... why are you... monks, shouldn't you be compassionate?" I held my head and tried to dissipate my consciousness. I want to know why these monks do this.
"What saves all sentient beings, what all sentient beings are equal... Why do we do nothing, but you want to treat me like this?" I don't understand, I think all monks should be gentle and compassionate.
But they weren't. As soon as they shot... they vomited Lucy Yao. They were abusing violence!
"Amitabha! A half-ghost and half-man, the other is pregnant with a ghost. You... are no longer beings! My Buddha is merciful... How can you allow evil spirits to stray in the wild at the door? The evil is not removed, and the world is difficult to clean!" The old mixed voice, from the inside Came from the room.
An elderly man in a robe pushed open the door and walked out.
When I looked at him, my blurred vision noticed that his gray goat's whiskers were longer than Ling Qing's.
"You... I..." I weakly stretched out my hand, trying to grab the old monk's clothes. But as soon as he stretched out, he fell powerlessly.
The old monk walked to my side, suddenly squatted down, stretched out his hand and leaned on my wrist. Then he raised his hand above my stomach and held it in the air.
"Hmm..." I felt a sudden pain in my stomach, and my whole person seemed to be cut by a knife.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Lucia heard my painful voice, with a pale face and forcibly resisted the pain on her body, she looked at me.
"You... let go of her!" He propped his right hand on the ground, and kicked towards the old monk's door, raising his foot.
The old monk looked at his senility and moved slowly. However, the action was very calm and strong, stretched out his hand to easily block, and then backhanded. Lu Xiyao's whole person was pushed out for ten meters.
"Yeah!" Luciyao snorted, and finally stopped in front of a little monk.
He looked up at the wooden stick in front of him, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull the stick from the ground. With the stick in both hands, he was about to hit the old monk.
The little monk who was snatched from the stick just about to jump up and take the stick back. The two seniors next to him, one on the left and the other, pushed him back and sat down.
The old monk didn't change his expression, letting Lucilla smash the stick at him.
When you are a foot away from his head, you seem to be blocked by something. No matter how hard Lucia tried, he couldn't touch the old monk at all.
"Ha!" The old monk's hand slammed hard, and the aura that radiated to my stomach became stronger.
"Ah—" I screamed in pain. Between the rising and falling of the sound, the golden Buddha light was bounced off by a burst of red light.
The old monk was shocked to retreat several steps, and the two monks behind him immediately stood up, raising their hands to support the old monk's back.
"Puff..." The old monk spewed out a mouthful of blood, as if he was shocked by the red light on my stomach just now.
"Abbot!" The monk, who had been silent, immediately stood up from the ground. Very nervous, looking at the old monk with gray beard.
"Niezhang! Niezhang!" The old monk flicked his robe, his face showing a deep worry.
He shook off the hand that was holding him, and pointed his left hand towards the sky. Loudly said: "Open the magic circle! Punish!"
This roar had abolished a lot of the strength of the old monk, and his face blushed as soon as he shouted.
With a "drink!" all the monks stretched out their hands and pulled out the French sticks in front of them. The little monk who was snatched from the stick stretched out his hand and swiped forward, and the stick in Lucy Yao's hand immediately flew out.
"Dang!" The stick flew back to the little monk's hand.
"Drink!" There was another sound, and the monks immediately cooperated with each other to open the battle. One circle of monks jumped up, and immediately jumped over the shoulders of another circle of monks.
The scope of the containment also shrank in an instant. The underground monk pierced the baguette in his hand at me, who was lying on the ground. Lucia saw this and immediately stepped forward to protect me.
But his body was still in midair, and was immediately picked up by several monks' French sticks.
The French sticks in the hands of the monks are like prison doors that are pressing for life. A seemingly simple stick, works seamlessly with each other.
Several other monks stepped on the shoulders of their companions and flew up. Holding the wooden stick in hand, stacked the third layer!
I was also framed by those monks, and my body was like Jesus nailed to the cross.
I was conscious and blurred, and I only heard Lucius roars and yelling in my ears. But those monks ignored him!
The monks picked up the French stick with one hand, and put the other hand on their chest. The three layers stacked on top of each other are like iron towers made of people, and they are not moving like a mountain.
We used wooden sticks to form a yoke with Lucien and I, trapped in their fortress.
"Nanwu Amitabha..." The monks began their Sanskrit abuse again. Every note spit out from their mouth is like a dagger glowing with cold light, piercing into my heart with a knife.
"Hmm..." My face became paler and paler, and my lips became pale and dehydrated.
My whole person is like being forced to ride a roller coaster countless times. She was sweating all over, and her whole body was cold and soft. My heart felt as if it was blocked, and I wanted to vomit but couldn't move.
"Sister Xiao, Xiaoyu..." Lucy Yaoqiang turned to look at me in a spirited manner. There was fear and guilt in his face and eyes.
Hearing Lucia's voice, my eyelids moved, and I weakly opened my eyes and looked at him.
His condition didn't seem to be much better, and his entire face was pale and blue. In the shadows, he could still look at the blood vessels with a trace of black gas, which kept pulsing on his body.
'If this continues... we may all die! 'I said to myself, but I have no way to change the situation.
"No!" I suddenly remembered. Isn't Luciyao a human? Why should he be trapped? Or, because he helped me, he is considered to be my accomplice, so he must be wiped out together
"Lu, Lucia..." I moved, calling Lucia's name palely.
Lucia's body was swaying, as if he was about to faint at any time.
"Lucius!" My heart trembled abruptly when I noticed that Lucia's reaction was a little wrong. Perhaps after being stimulated, the human potential can be stimulated.
I don't know where the strength came from, I suddenly started to break free of those monks' sticks, wanting to see Luciyao's situation.
"Lucia! Don't die..." My emotions became more and more excited, and my breathing became more and more rapid. With each struggle, the red light on my body gradually appeared.
But the charms worn on my chest kept suppressing the red light on my body. Every time the red light rushed to my heart, it was suppressed by the luster of the spell.