My luck can go against the sky

A series of footsteps sounded.

Han Zirong, the old abbot condensed his expression, stood up straight, calmly looking at the door.

Jian Shi put his hands together and led the people into the Buddhist hall, watching the old abbot calmly said: "Master, the people have been brought."

After that, turn around and leave.

The old abbot stretched out his hand, held him in a hand, and said calmly, "What are you going to do?"

The old abbot had a sleeve, and the wide open door of the Buddhist hall closed suddenly.

Jian Shi looked back at the old abbot calmly, then looked at Zhang Chongzhi, Gao Yueran had a little bit of his hands, and the two dark and evil lights shot at the two, and then said anxiously: "My master's devilish attack is about to start happening again, soon, Kill Han Zirong!"

"As long as the source of Han Zirong dies, my master will naturally be fine."

When the words fell, Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran rushed towards Han Zirong together, making every possible move.

The old abbot snorted coldly, put his hands together in an instant, and said in a condensed voice: "Little boy dare to make an axe in front of me!"

"Meditation spell!"

The spiritual energy in the body was aroused, and the dazzling Buddha light shot outward from the palms of the old abbot.

Zhang Chongzhi was rushing towards Han Zirong, Gao Yueran and the other two stopped immediately and looked around blankly.

Then, the old abbot supported Jianshi's Tianling cover with his right hand, and gently pressed it down, his brain shot, blood was flowing like a fountain, Jian Shi suddenly fell softly.

Even though his head was cracked open, Jian Shi still hadn't completely died, and his hands were gently folded, a magic pattern enveloping his whole body, and his body surface suddenly became like ink.

Jian Shi slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly. His pupils were completely dark and looked at the old abbot and said, "Old monk, you finally can't help it!"

After that, Jian Shi stood up abruptly, and said, "Blast!"

The Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall began to vibrate violently, and the golden core in Jianshi began to tremble violently. Evil light gushed out, and then, it collapsed.

The old abbot's face changed and he stepped on the golden core that was about to burst into Jian Shi's body: "The little boy wants to find something for me when he is dying. He is really a good apprentice of mine."

After that, the left foot was crushed hard, and the golden core that was about to explode was silent.

The Buddha statues in the temple were also completely shattered at this time, and pieces of gilded stones shot out.

The two figures fell out of the Buddha statue, and one fell to the ground feebly, motionless.

The other one jumped and melted into the darkness.

The sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and in an instant, it rained heavily.

The yin wind blew, and the flickering candle in the temple suddenly went out.

Outside the window, the shadows were wrong, each bald monk carrying a knife, standing calmly at the door, staring inwardly.

The bright yellow monk robes on their bodies have turned black at some point.

A violent wind blew up in the temple, and kept flapping the doors and windows. The old abbot's complexion changed and he immediately sat down cross-legged and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Han Zirong came to the person who fell to the ground in a flash, shook his shoulder and said, "Tie Zhongyun, are you still alive?"

Tie Zhongyun, who had been sealed in the Buddha statue for more than ten days, opened his eyes faintly, glanced at Han Zirong, his throat surged, and whispered: "Fusang, a ghost monk breaking the ring."

After all, Tie Zhongyun tilted his head and fainted completely. No matter how much Han Zirong shook, the spiritual energy penetrated into his body, but he couldn't wake him up.

Han Zirong stood up gloomily, scanned the surroundings, holding the peach wood sword in his right hand, listening to every movement in the temple.

On the other side of the Buddhist hall, Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran tightly guarded the disciples behind them, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

The old abbot stretched out his right hand, slapped his aura into the palm of the door, then turned his head to look at Han Zirong and said anxiously: "Escape, take Jianxin and go!"

Then he looked at Zhang Chongzhi: "I'm sorry, two fellow Taoists, let you be involved in the disaster of this temple."

Zhang Chongzhi gave a wry smile, leaped forward, his figure floating in the air, his hands curled in his sleeves stretched out, thousands of talismans scattered in all directions.

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth!"

"Five element talisman formation, success!"

Zhang Chongzhi quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, the spiritual energy in his body surged out, and then he bit his tongue hard, spurting a mouthful of blood on the talisman floating in the air.

Suddenly, bursts of aura flashed, and one after another talisman rushed towards the door without any wind.

In the darkness, there was a cold snort.

The Fulu floating outside the door suddenly fell like a kite with a broken line, twisting his body and slowly falling to the ground.

The old abbot who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly got up, his shriveled figure quickly bulged, and jumped into the darkness.

Han Zirong picked up a point from the unconscious Tie Zhongyun's foot, rushed out of the door, and at the same time quickly pinched with one hand.

"Huang Huang Tianwei, cast my god thunder!"

"Anxious as a law, Nine Heavens Profound Thunder!"

"Lei Luo!"

Han Zirong pointed at the Buddhist hall with his left hand, thunder suddenly sounded, and a thunder snake rushed down.

Gao Yueran, who wanted to retain her strength, suddenly changed her face. He pulled the disciple behind him and threw himself out of the Buddhist hall. At the same time, he stepped on the gossip step, and the corner of his eyes turned away the figure outside the door. He pinched his hands and screamed: "Gen Gua, Tuhe Che !"

With Gao Yueran as the center, the ground in a radius of 100 meters suddenly turned like a wave, rolling non-stop.

Zhang Chongzhi folded his hands in his sleeves again, and his whole body jumped in the air like a rickety old man. As he stretched out his figure, the talisman flew out and went straight to the evil monks guarding the door.

"Five thunder curse, sky thunder breaks, fire cloud curse!"

Thunder light lit up, and the gray sky suddenly lit up for a moment, and then quickly became extremely dark.

Inside the temple, the thunder snake keeps rolling, disturbing the temple, and it becomes coke powder when touched by the Buddha.

In the shadows, the old abbot tightly grasped the ghost monk with both hands, and the killing intent appeared in his eyes: "You dare to do things in my temple, Buddha!"

Fusang broke the precept and the ghost monk sneered, kicked his left foot towards the old abbot, and stared at the old abbot in a squat shape: "Mingxin monk, everyone is of the same discipline, all followers of the Buddha, why don't you be so obsessed."

"What's wrong with turning into a ghost monk like me!"

"Look, as soon as my apprentices have been enlightened by me, they immediately moved from the foundation to the Yuan Ying."

"If you let go of your obsessions like me, it would be a simple matter to break Kai Yuan Ying!"

"The right way and the evil way, do you want longevity?"

"It was when Shouyuan was about to go to the west, he didn't enter Da Leiyin Temple."

"What is the difference?"

The old abbot folded his hands together and sang the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha Buddha, goodness, goodness, the disciple will commit the killing precept today, hope the Buddha's blessing, if the disciple eliminates the ghost monk, the disciple is willing to make a great aspiration and serve the Buddha forever."

When the words were over, the old abbot let go of his palms and stood beside his thighs, calmly looking at the ghost monk, a little under his feet, his left hand turned into a palm and a knife, slashing towards the ghost monk.

Fusang broke the ring and the ghost monk sneered, drew the sword from his waist, and leaped towards the old abbot: "If you can kill me, I will go to hell and suffer the pain of tongue pulling!"

The two collided heavily, and the tumbling Razer in the Buddhist hall suddenly went out.

The roof of the Buddhist hall collapsed in this impact.

The three people hugged the thick golden nanmu pillars and could no longer support them. They fell heavily and would knock down the wall.

The rain floated into the Buddhist hall through the hollow roof. After a short while, the Buddhist hall had already become a pond.

Outside the house, the remaining 34 monks put down their utensils and folded their hands together.

Let's sing together: "Amitabha Buddha."

The dark pattern appeared, and thirty-four evil monks surrounded Han Zirong.

Inside the cafeteria in the backyard.

The little novice monk put his hands together and looked at Xiao Guang quietly.

The Buddha's light and the magic light on the body shine together non-stop.

"Enter my Buddhist family and sit down, and give you the name of walking in front of the Buddha."