Bang! He punched the whole body with a crazy punch, and it was blown into two pieces on the spot. The strong wind tore the temple and shocked the old monk to stumble and show his surprise.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk roared and shook his golden body like a lion making a landslide and tsunami sound.
Buddhism, France and India are afraid of lions!
Boom, he turned into a god lion, and roared, and the mountains in the four fields shook, and the esoteric French printing shot Li Yu and set off a terrible white flame drama.
Two people physical combat directly overturned the roof of the temple, breaking and cracking the whole thing like rain.
Poof!
Li Yu crushed the body blood pressure and covered it with long fists until the old monk coughed up blood and flew out, and the lion shape was blown up.
Buddhist King Kong is not bad, and he can’t stop the king from attacking and killing the roots physically.
Knock! He chased the old monk and kicked him out hundreds of feet away. One arm bone was broken.
"kneel!"
Li Yu grabbed the old monk and swept his legs directly, kicking him off and kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in Ahan Temple, bleeding profusely.
The congregation around me was frightened, but I didn’t expect the host to be beaten so miserable that I knelt before the Buddha statue of Ahan Temple.
"Young man, you should be calm and can’t kill me! I am stationed here at the will of Sumi Mountain. If you kill me, the whole West Desert will be yours! "
The old monk’s face is twisted and his will to survive is particularly strong. Even if he kneels here, he must finish his sentence.
"The west desert is like me?"
Li Yu sneered and raised my hand and ran it over like a big millstone, which drowned the old monk’s body.
"ah! ! ！”
When he came, he gave a final cry, and his body exploded into a mass of blood fog, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in Ahan Temple.
"Host was killed! Kneel before the Buddha statue of Ahan Temple! "
The monks shuddered and fled in panic, especially the monks who had led the way before, and they trembled and crawled to get free.
Only to see Li Yu looking back with a single shot, there was a time flying out and penetrated his head, which was smashed inch by inch and annihilated into ashes.
"Amitabha’s benefactor slaughtered the monks like this. Although I am a guest here, I have to hand out this scroll of scripture. I will personally bring it back to Sumi Mountain."
It was not until the two men fell that the young monk appeared in the rear, wearing a moonlit robe and looking super-dusty but with a faint smile.
It’s better for him to get rid of these two people. It’s all his credit for the evil spirit.
"Are you confident? I didn’t have the courage to choose to escape. "
Li Yu’s fist front was shocked and the blood dispersed. He looked at the young monk in surprise.
It’s interesting to watch the old monk fall without making moves until then.
It’s the Buddha statue in Ahan Temple that needs to kneel again.
"Amitabha Buddha, I am the center of the tenth Buddha of Sumi Mountain, and I should be the benefactor of subduing demons and subduing demons, so I’d better hand over the scriptures."
The tenth Buddha smiled at the center of the circle, and the white gown was very confident.
Chapter one hundred and forty-one Beat to bow down and retreat to the Buddha
Ahan temple Buddha was stained with blood in front of it; It’s hard to tell if there’s a jinxia hanging down and contaminated.
The center of the tenth Buddha came to live here, and now we have to take things by force to bring Nirvana Sutra back to Sumi Mountain.
"It turned out that the tenth Buddha visited this time to smooth out the disaster."
"The Buddha at the center of the Buddha’s heart, Mount Sumi, is arrogant in ten days and walks with a staff. Once a monk talked about the dharma for three days and three nights."
With the appearance of the tenth Buddha, the monks seemed to have found the backbone and were all at peace.
In their eyes, this is the equivalent of the series of saints in the East Wilderness, which naturally can town this crazy generation.
"The tenth Buddha didn’t even dare to appear in front of me."
Li Yu’s cold eyes glance at the murderous wild field and will shoot it off on the spot.
He took one step at a time, and the sky was shaking. If there were mountains traversing the river and diverting the road, the rumble would naturally drive the whole temple, and Yu Dou would sway.
"Amitabha’s benefactor’s demon nature is so deep and severe that it is really a sin to move the sword before the Buddha. Today, I will subdue the demon and get back the true scriptures."
At the center of the tenth Buddha, put your hands together and recite the words of compassion and sin.
He read an ancient scripture from his mouth, and the light emitted from his body turned into a golden body like a statue of King Kong, and he came forward with a mord.
Bang!
The mord roars like a cloud, the Buddha’s light fills the air, and it is as heavy as a big Yue Keling, which blows up a mountain.
"It’s said that saving the world is full of thieves and prostitutes, but it’s said that it’s clean and pure, and it’s a mud in the name of compassion!"
Li Yu pointed out that a thick blood gas rushed out of the top of the skull and penetrated the clouds, overturning the roof of a temple and rushing up
His whole body shines like platinum, and every inch of blood and flesh contains destructive power, and stretching his arms and legs will collapse the emptiness.
When you move, there will be the sound of mountains calling and tsunami, and generate will wreak havoc and stir the golden Buddha’s light into crumbs; The fist front moves like thunder and mountains, and there are a few haters who hate the ground.
Bang! It’s too strong and fierce. The fists beat and move Gankun, making the mord play shake like the roar of Huang Zhong and Lu. Both of them shake the turbulent temples and fields like Wang Yang, and the earth and stone fluctuate like a tsunami.
Boom!
The strong wind crossing the border is like crashing on the shore, directly rushing all the monks out and littering the ground.
Push, push, push! The Buddha’s footsteps in the center of the circle even retreated. It turned out that this blow was lost to the staff-bearer, who trembled like a hammer.
"It’s no wonder that the first three Buddhas are so strong that they have to come to get nirvana. It’s better to teach me how to be a dharma protector!"
He was slightly surprised that he had never suffered a loss in the flesh except for the previous Buddha meetings, but now he was hit by a horizontal blow, and his jaws were cracked and he was bleeding constantly.