"Donor? Are you monk talking about the deity? Do you know who the deity is?" Duju's anger seemed to be cast on the monk.
"In Lao Na's eyes, everyone and even animals and plants are treated the same, so it doesn't matter who the donor is, and Lao Na doesn't have to bother." The calm monk still faces the nearly crazy city lord.
"What do you say, the bald donkey? The lord is the city lord of Chiyan City. You actually said that the lord is like animals and plants. Do you want to live?"
The monk sighed and said: "The donor values his own identity and power too much, but in the end he is controlled by these nihilities. The donor should calm his mind and abandon these worldly concerns in order to surpass himself. Otherwise, the donor will inevitably suffer throughout his life. ."
"You let this lord abandon the position of the city lord, it's ridiculous, how can I let the rebel Kong Jing succeed, this lord must summon soldiers and horses to get rid of the rebel Kong Jing, otherwise..." Du Ju said and stopped here immediately. , He only felt a heartache in his chest piercing his brain, as if something in his body was biting his heart bit by bit, he collapsed to the ground, his hands tightly covered his chest, and the pain made him feel a little bit now. The ugly face became even more distorted and terrifying.
The pain made it hard for him to breathe, as if his body was occupied by something, and the nasty object would burst out of the cavity, tearing his body apart, and big beads of sweat rolled down.
The monk saw that Duju suddenly suffered so much, and when he looked at the changes in his body, he suddenly felt a powerful evil spirit emanating from his body. This evil spirit is now rapidly eroding Duju's mind. The monk is somewhat Astonished, said: "Could the donor be possessed by a demon that made you so painful?"
The painful and unbearable Ju Ju heard these words, as if the pain and hatred of being gnawed by the demon's flesh and blood had deepened. He raised his eyes with strong hostility, gritted his teeth and said: "What did you just say? Actually... Insulting my lord and being invaded by demons, you...you... how dare you be so rude..." There was another colic, and all wailed. He never thought that his dignified city lord would show such embarrassment in front of a monk. On the ugly side, he wanted to hide, but he couldn't even move his body.
As if his body was about to explode, blood-red eyes swallowing the suffocating space, his whole body burst out with blue veins, his eyes and pupils were dilated, his eyeballs seemed to fall out, and his nose and ears began to deform, as if he was about to Transform into the form of a demon.
His consciousness was plundered bit by bit. Before he lost his consciousness completely, he only thought of his son Xuan Ming, tears of regret flowed down, making him feel regret for everything he had done before losing consciousness, but also Only this time.
I thought that his body collapsed and fell, and then a powerful holy light wrapped him up. Under the shining of this holy light, the burning sensation in the whole body gradually receded, and the pain in his heart gradually disappeared. , His consciousness began to recover little by little, and the constantly changing appearance also began to return to its original state. As his emotions gradually calmed down, he raised his head with difficulty, but saw the monk summon a powerful Buddha light in his hands, in the golden light. Under the shining light, Duju suddenly felt peaceful, but he was no longer irritable.