Resurrection of Shinto

The black crack, like a crescent moon, hangs above the sky.

The fingers gradually turned into palms, and the self-tearing openings could be seen, and the figure of a monk could be vaguely seen, and the neat and indifferent voice shouted from their mouths:

"Also ask the Bodhisattva to die!"

A loud sound, constantly sounded, shook the world, set off a wave of air, and rolled in all directions.

In the cracks in the black space, a monk with raw meat on the temples and pale gold body opened the space cracks with his arms open. A real dragon wrapped around the monk's shoulders, and the eyes of the dragon head glowed with fiery red light. Constantly overflowing from the dragon's eyes, like traces of burning flames.

In the space crevice, a monk with a pale gold body, one by one came to this hidden world of fragments of heaven and earth.

There are a total of seventeen monks, their expressions are solemn, without a smile, their eyes lack dexterity, only a dead silence remains.

Their eyes converged on the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the white dress, with their mouths open to say an unchanging word.

"Please Bodhisattva to die."

The divine birds with different postures in the sky have recovered from the silence at this moment, as if they were resurrected again. They spread their wings and soared in the sky.

The closed beautiful eyes of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva have been slowly opened, looking at the seventeen monks in front, sadness is born in the beautiful eyes, a breath of sorrow emerges spontaneously, and the world is filled with sadness.

Seventeen monks, all of them have died, but every one of them was extraordinary.

Sixteen of them are arhats, who are the backbone of Buddhism. They often listened to the Buddha's teachings in the ancient times, but they are all dead now.

Jiang Long retracted his arm that opened the crack, and the torn spatial crack was slowly healing, and in a blink of an eye, a black hole spreading in the sky had disappeared.

Jianglong stood in front of the seventeen monks, looking at Guanyin Bodhisattva, his piercing eyes were filled with coldness, and a murderous intent was brewing.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at the falling dragon, his fingers as white as jade twisted flowers, the Buddha light rose from his back, and the bright Buddha light was pure and peaceful, shining in all directions, purifying everything.

Monk Jianglong stood quietly, letting Guanyin Bodhisattva cast his spells.

The Buddha's light was like rain, swaying down to the monk Jianglong and the other seventeen monks. The Buddha's light slowly penetrated their bodies, perfectly blending with the aura they exude, without any conflict between the two.

Jiang Long said indifferently: "The Bodhisattva does not need to be like this, the little monk has not been enchanted, nor will he transform the demon."

When the Guanyin Bodhisattva saw this, he was even more sad, and sighed and preached: "Drop the dragon, take the life of the monk of Pufa Temple, supplemented by the Yangliuyu Jade Bottle, successfully dragged into this world, peeped a glimmer of energy, and found the poor monk. Sleeping place."

"In order to accomplish the goal, it is already desperate to slaughter the common people, just to kill the poor monks."

Jiang Long sneered and preached: "Not bad."

"The young monk sent a clone into the human world in order to find the trace of the Bodhisattva, and then kill the Bodhisattva."

The Guanyin Bodhisattva whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha Buddha."

"I don't know what the poor monk did? You have to keep Jiang Long in your heart so that you have to find the poor monk at any cost?"

Jiang Long showed hatred, which was an unforgettable hatred, and his tone became gloomy and said, "What's the matter?"

"On the day when the Buddha left, the little monk and his brothers were on their way back. Because the little monk had taken a step beforehand, he waited for the mundane affairs and then returned to the Pure Land, but the brothers and brothers did not return."

"The little monk went out to search, but only saw the golden bodies of the Arhats of the juniors."

Jiang Long said this place, his tone aroused, and he looked at the killing intent in the Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes, almost like the substance, like a sharp knife, straight into the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"The scars on the golden bodies of the seventeen juniors were all killed by one blow."

"At that time, the little monk returned, and the enemy was dealing with the golden body of the Luohan. Although I have never seen the real appearance, the pure Buddha light will definitely not be fake."

Jianglong's expression was sad, his tone was full of sorrow and hatred, and he preached: "Seventeen junior monks, of whom Fuhu junior is strong, who has become a great Arahant, and is not inferior to the junior monk."

"The remaining sixteen juniors are all beside Junior Fuhu. If they encounter foreign enemies, even if the little monk is not there, but with the skills of Junior Brother Fuhu and the 16 juniors, they can form an eighteen arhat formation."

"Usually Tianxianxiu said that killing you juniors is impossible even if you win,"

"Eighteen Arhats are open, even if it is the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, it can be a battle, even if it lacks the little monk and is defeated, but they will not be killed without a single blow without the power of resistance, or even the ability to escape."

"So the little monk knows that it is definitely not a stranger who can kill you brothers."

"Ordinary celestial celestial strength is impossible. Only those who have proven the celestial celestial dao fruit have this strength, plus that pure Buddha light, who is the enemy already ready to come out?"

A string of beads appeared in the palm of Guanyin Bodhisattva. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com gently turned the beads, Guanyin Bodhisattva shook his head slightly and preached: "This is not the work of a poor monk."

Jianglong also nodded, but he recognized Guanyin Bodhisattva's words: "The little monk can't be sure if it is a bodhisattva."

Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared with a shallow smile, and slowly preached: "Fuhu and their deaths are the work of the Buddhism. The poor monks will not ignore this matter. The poor monks will help you to find the real murderer behind the scenes and eliminate this. Buddhism traitor."

Jiang Long coldly interrupted Guanyin Bodhisattva's words and said: "No need."

"Following the investigation, there will be many difficulties. I don't know how much time it will take. Among them, you will guess and guess, and the juniors will not look down."

"So there is no need to check it down. As long as you big bodhisattvas and Buddhas are all dead, then the grievances of the juniors will be avenged, and they will be able to rest in peace."

"So ask the Bodhisattva to die."

When this sentence fell, the seventeen monks who had been motionless also spoke one after another: "Please die."

The voice is cold, mechanical, ruthless, and neat.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Jianglong in front of him peacefully, and sighed in his heart. This person told Guanyin Bodhisattva one thing in every move.

Jiang Long is already crazy.

A madman is not terrible, but he is afraid that he is capable.

This completely crazy lunatic has now set off a lot of momentum.

Jianglong took a step forward. The 17 monks behind him had already lined up and watched Guanyin Bodhisattva's indifferent preaching: "If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is completely restored, the little monk can't help the Bodhisattva, but as today, the aura of the earth is gone, the Bodhisattva and the little monk At the same level,"

"Are the Bodhisattvas singled out? One beats us eighteen, or we gang fights, and the eighteen beats one bodhisattva?"

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