Great Emperor Myriad

"Rebel, you deceive your master and destroy your ancestor, betray the Buddha, and join the magical way. Sooner or later, you won't die!"

The old monk glared at the black robe humanity, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Master, are you okay with Master? Oh... Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you, preaching and receiving karma?"

Little Huineng's face was full of tears, and he ran over to help the old monk up, his eyes full of anger and sadness.

The black-robed man shook slightly, his eyes showed a trace of struggling, but then he became cold and ruthless and said: "Little Junior Brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me today. It's cruel!"

"Come on!"

The old monk's face was like golden paper, revealing a tragic but determined look.

"I don't know how to live or die! In that case, the Prajna Temple will be destroyed today!"

The black robe man's eyes were murderous, and he immediately rushed towards the old monk and the young monk.

The old monk is now at the end of the battle, and he is on the verge of a limit. There is no way to resist it. He can only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Just die, but it's a pity that the inheritance of Prajna Temple is severed, and Huineng will follow him to die when he is still young.

Boom!

But at this moment, a black stream of light was reaching its extreme, and it instantly struck towards the black-robed man, containing incomparably terrifying power, so that the black-robed man couldn't help but change his complexion, and he didn't dare to hold on to it with his palm. Sacrificing a scarlet gold ring knife, a powerful and incomparable holy might erupted, slashing down towards the black streamer.

Click!

The terrifying divine light exploded, and the black-robed man only felt as if he was hitting an incomparably hard ancient sacred mountain, and his whole body trembled violently, and the sword in his hand broke open.

The black streamer was a small black print, which directly blasted on the chest of the black robe man, blasting him out!

"who are you?"

A trace of blood leaked from the corner of the black robe man's mouth, staring at a figure flying by from a distance.

It was a young man in white clothes, extraordinary heroism, aloof temperament, black hair flying all over his head, extremely cold eyes, with a strong killing intent!

It is Ling Xiao!

"Take refuge in the demons, deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, everyone will get it! How do you want to die?"

Ling Xiao stared at the black robe man in a cold voice.

Ling Xiao hadn't planned to be nosy at first, but when he discovered that this black-robed man turned out to be a Buddhist disciple who deceived his ancestors, took refuge in the demon clan, and turned his head to kill his own mentor and mentor, Ling Xiao suddenly Be irritated.

The remnants of the demon clan, deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, no matter which one must die, there is no room for negotiation!

"Only you? With a mere half-holy cultivation base, I really think I have a powerful holy treasure, so I dare to stray in front of this seat? Boy, your holy treasure is not bad, this seat laughed!". .

The black-robed man sneered, and suddenly his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and a black-gold magic pestle appeared in his palm, thick and ancient, exuding powerful holy power.

The top half-sacred treasure just now was directly smashed by the Fantian Seal, and the people in the black robe knew that the Fantian Seal was extraordinary, so they directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao is nothing more than the cultivation base of the second half of the holy, relying on the power of the holy treasure, there is no fear at all.

"It turned out to be the Fantian Seal of the Temple of War? Could it be that he is the newly promoted Lord of the Temple of War?"

The old monk in the distance murmured to himself with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

"The Fantian Seal of the Temple of War God? Master, can this benefactor ever beat Senior Brother Huixin? If it fails, then we will all be miserable!"

Hui Neng stared with big cute eyes, and said with some expectation and some worry.

"Don't worry! He will definitely not lose if there is a seal of heaven! Huineng, remember that you are not allowed to call Brother Huixin in the future. He is a traitor. You must kill him in the future.

The old monk stared at Hui Neng and said, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his breath instantly became extremely weak, and the lamp was almost gone.

The old monk had already suffered a very serious injury. This time he was struggling to spend his life and wisdom in a battle, and the result was even worse.

He held it up until now, and after seeing Ling Xiao appeared, Huineng was safe and sound, and immediately couldn't hold it anymore.

"Master, you can't die, Master, what should I do if you die? Master, oooooo..."

The little monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face was full of tears that could not stop, crying very sad, his face was crying.

"Stupid boy, how happy is life, how hard is death, I just returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If one day you can enter the Eight Treasure Lotus Merit Pool, maybe we still have time to see you again! , Follow him in the future, he should be a good person!"

The old monk smiled at Hui Neng, his face full of kindness and perseverance, touching Hui Neng's little head, the whole person's breath became weaker and weaker.

Buzz!

The old monk sat down cross-legged, his hands folded, his eyebrows were lowered, his face was compassionate, and he silently recited the scripture:

Bodhisattva, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty and saves all suffering."

"Sarizi, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so is perception and consciousness..."

With the sound of the old monk’s chanting, the surrounding space was filled with bright Buddha light, as if the door of the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue were scattered, the four directions were trembling, and the old monk’s body began to slowly turn into a light. rain.

"The relic is the emptiness of all dharmas, neither birth nor death, nor dirt nor purification, nor increase nor decrease. Therefore, the sky is colorless, without perception, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance and touch... …"

"... Therefore, the Prajna Paramita mantra means the mantra: Revealing the Truth, Revealing the Truth, Paramita Revealing the Truth, Revealing the Truth by the Parajang Sang, and Bodhisattva."

As the old monk finished reciting the last verse, his whole person was shining brightly, instantly turned into a dazzling rain of light and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk Huineng put his palms together, whispered a Buddha horn, choked with tears in his mouth and burst into tears.

Boom!

Ling Xiao, who was driving Fan Tianyin, collided with Huixin's lowering magic pestle, and immediately smashed Huixin out again, directly smashing a large human-shaped hole in the distant mountain wall.

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao's gaze flashed, and at this moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk's Huadao, and he couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, but the murderous intent in his gaze became more and more blazing.