Seven days have passed.

Zhang Ruochen sat down under the sundial and Wu Jian for seven years.

All visitors came to the gate of Er Sikong in the courtyard.

In seven years, the number of sacred rules in Zhang Ruochen's body broke through ten billion again, of which the kendo rules accounted for a large proportion. He read five volumes of books, I know how many times, and understood many of them. Of course, there is still a long way to go to fully understand.

Zhang Ruochen's kendo cognition has reached a new level.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen saw the sunlight falling from the window, and projected a shadowy pattern on the ground according to the carving of the window.

Pattern, like a flying dragon.

After a long time, a smile appeared in his eyes, and finally he was no longer confused and figured out the way to go next.

His kendo should be a beam of purest light.

It's fast, and it's never gone.

Either the way of truth or the way of burial gold, all the sacred ways in the world are like carvings on windows. The nature of the sword has not changed, and the light is still that beam of light, but after the light has passed, different patterns can appear on the ground.

Now, what he needs to do is not to think how to make the patterns on the ground look better, but to light up this beam of light. Light must be absolutely hot, and it must be eternal.

"Squeak!"

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the wooden door, and the masculinity shone on his face.

In the courtyard.

Da Sikong woke up three days ago, holding a thick bowl of zen stick in one hand, holding a stack of white paper in one hand, and shouting at Uncle Tian, ​​"I'm so angry, what a life of death! Is n’t the copy of Da Ren Da Kong Manchu a voluminous volume of Dasheng, you intentional? "

Uncle Tian ’s hair was shaved, and he wore a gray monk robe worn only by disciples of Buddha.

Shouted by an immortal saint, Uncle Tian is so angry that he is about to have an attack.

"Oh!"

Da Sikong chopped down a zen stick, pressed it on his right shoulder, beat him with a leg, and fell to his knees.

Fallen leaves flew around.

"What are you staring at? I am reprimanded by you for your goodness and help you cultivate your mind and spirit. Do you have any other opinions? Why give you this law name is to hope that you can restrain the anger in your heart and develop a spirit Do not disturb the ordinary mind. "

Da Sikong took back the scepter, crouched down, and unrolled the stack of white paper, saying bitterly: "Look, what do you copy? What are you two masters teaching you for nothing these days? Are you there? Listen to it. Real killing, greed, and delusion, the three of them are very obedient, copied well, and the writing is neat. "

On the white paper on the ground, there are no Buddhist scriptures, all written in the word "kill".

Uncle Tian gritted his teeth and trembled. If he had not been imprisoned by the Mingguang curse, he would have slapped the monk in front of him, and he couldn't wait for a moment! Can't wait!

Da Sikong patted Uncle Tian ’s head and sighed: "Knowing that you still can't listen to it, but you have to understand that Master hits you and is good for you and teaches you to be good. Put down the butcher knife to become a Buddha . "

The prince who was also wearing a monk robe and shaved hair couldn't help laughing.

Da Sikong had a pair of brass-like eyes, glaring at it, and shouted, "True color, what are you laughing at? Are you good at copying? The writing is scribbled, and you are punished to copy it again a hundred times."

The prince's eyes sank, and when he saw Da Sikong lifting up the scepter again, he immediately squeezed out a smile, saying, "Master Father learned the lesson, I will copy it."

"You're obedient, I'll check it later."

When Da Sikong was about to continue to uncle Tian Tianzi's psychology, the sound of the wooden door sounded, and Zhang Ruochen came out of it.

Da Sikong was so happy that he rushed to the past and laughed: "Uncle, you have finally gone out, and the injury has been cured? I have a business case, I want to tell you!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded clearly.

Uncle Tian climbed up from the ground, rushed to Zhang Ruochen's presence, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, you can mention it if you want, just let me ..."

"Oh!"

Uncle Tian hadn't finished speaking yet, and Da Sikong's scepter had been split on his head, making a loud bell-like sound, and once again uncle Tian fell to his knees on the ground.

Kneeling in front of Zhang Ruochen, his knees sank to the ground.

The boss screamed badly: "Nie obstacle, this is your ancestor, how can you call him by name? Kneel down and reflect."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the seven monks, large and small in the courtyard, a little bit lost. Finally, he looked down and looked at the monk kneeling in front of him, who is not the uncle of the Temple of Death?

Uncle Tian tightened his fists, stood up again from the ground, glanced at the big Sikong who was standing beside him, and finally, he chose to compromise, with a lower tone, and said, "How about letting me go?"

"Called Shizu." Boss said emptyly.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a hand to stop the big Sikong who was going to chop again with Uncle Tian, ​​saying: "As long as the hatred between us is completely resolved, you can leave at any time."

Uncle Tian said: "There is no hatred between us."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head.

Uncle Tian said: "I dare to swear to God, as long as you let me go, I will never retaliate."

"And me, I can swear, too." The **** son Xun rushed up.

Zhang Ruochen still shook his head and said, "You just want to escape, and you haven't really let go of your hatred. Even if I believe you will keep your vows, but if you want to retaliate against me, you may not take the shot yourself. Moreover, the target may not be I am likely to turn to deal with my friends, relatives, and people, including anyone who has a relationship with me. "

Uncle Tian and Zi Shenzi, at the same time cut the gold guarantee: "No, absolutely not."

"You don't have to say much more, do you really have put down the hatred, I can naturally feel it. When that day comes, let you stay." Zhang Ruochen said.

Da Sikong looked at Zhang Ruochen with admiration and admiration, and nodded deeply, saying, "Once you enter the empty door, there will be no relationship with all kinds of the earth, representing the new life. So, I give you They have all adopted the law, and their generation is the real generation. "

"He is really angry."

"His name is real."

Scratching God's face, he twitched.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the three death gods in white and asked, "What about the three of them?"

"It's really killing, it's greedy, it's vain."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Anger, sexuality, killing, greed, and arrogance are the five precepts of the Buddhist monk. Very good, very good! Next, five of them will be given to you and Er Sikong. Be sure to teach them well and resolve them. Killing and resentment in my heart. "

Er Sikong came over and said, "It ’s okay to say true anger and true color. Although one is stubborn and stubborn and difficult to teach, the other is obedient and obedient, but in fact, he is deeply grieved. One day, I will definitely focus on the Buddha and become a holy Buddha who saves suffering. "

"If so, this must be recorded in the annals of history. The five top saints of the dead, together into the empty door, will talk forever through the ages! Yes, really good." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong said: "However, the real kill, the real delusion, the real greed, but was cut off by the Temple of Death from his childhood, with only love in mind. How can this be good?"

"Anyway, when I have a chance, I will buy some Qiqing Liuyudan to help them gradually recover." Zhang Ruochen said.

Er Sikong sang a Buddhist chant, and said, "If so, the mentor is of great merit."

After thinking about it, Zhang Ruochen walked to the face of real killing, real delusion, and real greed, thinking a little, patted it with one palm, and pressed it on the forehead of real killing.

The brilliant light of truth flew from his palm and poured into the body of true killing.

The real killing body, like the same holy lamp, glitters, and there are countless star light spots moving in the body. Strands of death and killing intention were squeezed out of the body and dissipated away.

When Zhang Ruochen retracted his palm, the vitality on Zhensha's body diminished a lot, and the radon in his eyes almost completely dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen helped true delusion and true greed in the same way.

The goddess of God and Uncle Tian stood side by side and looked trembling. They didn't think that Zhang Ruochen was helping the three gods in death. Instead, he felt that Zhang Ruochen was going to die with the death hall to the end.

The Temple of Death didn't know how much resources it spent and how many failed products were eliminated in order to cultivate a white-dead **** of death.

Zhang Ruochen destroyed three of them in an instant.

Can the Temple of Death give up?

This is the ultimate hatred!

Zhang Ruochen's gaze turned to the God of God and Uncle Tian.

The faces of the two were shocked, for fear that Zhang Ruochen would also destroy their way in this way.

"I'm going to copy" Da Ren Da Kong Manchu "first."

From the neckline of the monk's robe, the **** goddess found a pen, walked towards the stone table, squatted on the ground, and copied it in a certain way.

Uncle Tian's face changed, and he said, "I want to copy too."

Zhang Ruochen asked Er Sikong to supervise them to copy the scriptures and mantras, took Da Sikong into the room, and then released the space area to prevent the next conversation from being overheard.

Da Sikong hurriedly said, "It was the uncle who asked Cangyu to go to Kunlun to find the fairy of all flowers?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded.

Da Sikong sighed: "Uncle knew something. After you went to hell, the fairy of flowers returned to Qian Ruijie, not at Kunlun at all. He went to the endless abyss and found the girl Kong. But what seemed to happen to the endless abyss Eventually, Girl Kong could not leave, so she was summoned to Sikong Chanyuan, and let us both look for the fairy of hundreds of flowers. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "What happened?"

Da Sikong said with pride: "I do business, my uncle is not ignorant, it is very safe. My brother and I went to Qianruijie, claiming to be the bodhisattva in the Western Buddhist world, and sent your letter to others. The Baihua Fairy had no doubt at all, and followed us to the Baicheng King City. "

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.

"but."

Da Sikong's expression became a little more complicated, saying: "I haven't entered the royal family city, but I have encountered the sacred flower. She told us that something has happened in the **** world, involving a fairy of hundreds of flowers, so she must not show up. Don't enter the city. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "So, are they outside the city now?"

"Has entered the city." Boss said emptyly.

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and said, "What do you have to say all at once?"

Da Sikong chuckled a smile: "It's like this, the fairy Baihua seems to be in a hurry to see you and must enter the city. Moreover, Qianruijie has a secret stronghold in the royal city of the hundreds of people and can hide.

Qian Rui Jie was originally a strong world. It is not a strange thing to have a stronghold in a place such as the Baicheng Wangcheng.

Da Sikong told Zhang Ruochen the secret stronghold, and smiled frowningly: "Uncle deserves to be a Yuanhui-level genius and is full of charm. In my opinion, the fairy is afraid that you have long been enamored of you, and you miss it so much. Uncle had better go and meet her quickly, don't let the beauties wait. "

"Can you be a six monk like your master?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"The words of Uncle, such as Hong Zhong Daluo, woke me up."

Da Sikong quickly put away his smile, closed his mouth, folded his hands and nodded cautiously.

Zhang Ruochen knew he was pretending, and sighed helplessly. Suddenly, when he felt something in his heart, he felt across the wall and stared out of the courtyard. Then he pushed out the door and said, "What is your advice, my Highness Goddess?

Put on a plain clothes, Prajna walked into the courtyard and looked at the five masters of the death temple wearing monks' robes.

The God of God was overjoyed, and felt that the savior had finally arrived. He threw the pen in his hand to the ground and exclaimed: "My Highness Goddess, I have a question and I want to ask you."

Prajna said, "You ask."

The God of Destiny said: "The Temple of Destiny often tells us that the ten **** tribes should be united to deal with all heavens. Zhang Ruochen, as a monk of the undead, captured us and forced us to be slaves. Is this against the Temple of Destiny? will?"

"Snapped!"

Uncle Tian broke his pen, suddenly stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Ruochen was not a pure monk in the **** world. I suspect he did this because he wanted to create an internal struggle in the **** world and stir up disputes among all races."

The **** son said: "Wolf ambition! Her Royal Highness, I dare say, Zhang Ruochen is the undercover sent by heaven to the world of hell."

Prajna stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "After all, they are the top saints in the Temple of Death. Let them be slaves and slaves. This is too much shame!"

Zhang Ruochen said: "I didn't make them slaves, but just wanted to dispel the hatred and resentment in their hearts, so that they could practice the Dharma. My two nephew and my nephew also accepted them as disciples. How can this be called a slave? servant?"

鹊 God son sneered: "Buddha? Buddha is a fart."

"We kill Buddha." Uncle Tian said.

Prajn's eyes were cold and his hands were closed, and the holy Buddha light bloomed on his body.

A seventy-two pin lotus stand grew from the ground and lifted her off the ground.

Both the gods and the uncle Tian were stiff.

"I also practice Buddhism ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Prajna.

"boom!"

Da Sikong raised his scepter and slammed into the ground with a loud roar: "Two evil barriers, how dare you insult the Buddha, how do you clean up as a teacher, and still not kneel and confess?"

The two sticks fell down in an instant, knocking the **** Shen and Uncle Tian to the ground.

"Where is the pen? Copy the" Daren Dakong Mantra "two hundred times, no, a thousand times, it's against you!" Da Sikong scolded and found the pen from the leaves and threw it to the two.

Prajna put away the light from her body and stopped paying attention to them. Xiumu fell on Zhang Ruochen and wanted to see him through.

If Zhang Ruochen had been robbed, he could fool others, but he could never fool her.

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