It’s just that the other person said this, but it made Chu Mo feel a little surprised.

Killing is too heavy? Limited mana? What do you mean? Chu Mo thought about it and felt that his killing was indeed very heavy.

However, these killings are not what he wants to create, and they are almost involuntarily.

At this time, from the small temple, a young bald monk came out. This bald head is very good-looking, with a clear eyebrows and a soft glow in his eyes. He looks at Chu Mo and puts his hands together.

"Small scorpion is vain, I have seen the donor."

Chu Mo nodded and said to the young monk: "In the next Chu Xiaohei."

The young monk smiled and said: "The name is just a name, it doesn't matter what it is." Said, the eyes looked softly and looked at Chu Mo: "The donor came here, but what is it?"

“Oh?” Chu Mo looked at the young monk: “How to say? Nothing can’t come here?”

"Oh, the donor misunderstood, Xiaoxi didn't mean that." The young monk smiled slightly, and in a pair of soft scorpions, flashed a sharp light and fell on Chu Mo: "Xiao Xiao feels that the donor seems to have a heart, and this The side is the direction of Buddhism. Under normal circumstances, generally for the sake of living people... no one will come to Buddhism unless it is for the sake of death..."

Chu Mo’s face is calm and listening, but the more he listens, the more he is scared. I don’t think this young monk is so wise. However, this gives Chu Mo a very uncomfortable feeling. Without reason, it is purely an instinct.

It was like a bright-colored cock, and I saw a similarly bright coat. The kind of rejection and disappointment are all from the heart.

"I heard that the Buddhist disciples are six clean, and they are cautious. How come to the little master here, but it is different?" Chu Momei picked up and looked at this young monk, and he made the first time for this monk. Counterattack.

From the moment of seeing, all the rhythms are all in the hands of this young monk. Now Chu Mo finally could not help but launch a counterattack. I don't want to be taken away by the other party.

The vain really glimpsed a little, and then took a deep look at Chu Modao: "Does the donor be too small?"

“What about it?” Chu Mo said faintly: “Who is turbid and earthy, who dares to say that he has no distractions? But since the young master has broken into the empty door, he should be more transparent than others. You first use the scriptures. My heart. I came out and messed up my thoughts. Here, I want to ask you, what do you want to do?"

The young monk squandered and stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "It is no wonder that Master has always said that I am not able to practice home. I am still quite dissatisfied in my heart. It seems that it is indeed not home."

Said, the soft light of his eyes, and replaced by the sharp color of the eyes. Looking towards Chu Mo, his eyes are like a knife: "Listen to Master, there is a young saint visiting recently. Xiaoxi is quite dissatisfied. There are only thieves in the world, how come the saints? Now, the donors are killing, but they are not with the holy. But according to Master's statement. That person should be you. So, Xiaoxi is not satisfied, I want to ask for advice!"

Young saint?

Chu Mo’s face is weird. Does the heart say that he is talking about himself? Too exaggerated? He himself does not have this kind of consciousness. What a young saint is a young man with a heart full of jealousy. So this person must not be himself.

The vain said, directly put up a starting hand, and the momentum suddenly broke out.

A faint aperture, appearing looming behind the head of the vain.

This is the result of the fruit addition!

Chu Moxin was a little surprised. In order to be successful, he did not study the Buddha. Know some of the sorghum powers in Buddhism. There are aperture guards on the body. The more the Dharma's deep power, the more distinct the aperture.

However, in general, the aperture that can appear behind the head is very bad!

At least it should be at least a few hundred years old. The fruit position will appear. It is quite rare for a young monk to appear at this age.

"Get it!"

"Why should I fight with you? You are inexplicable!" Chu ink frowned and looked at the fuzzy: "Are you mentally stupid? I have a hatred with you?"

"No enmity."

"Is there any complaints?" Chu Mo asked.

"No complaints."

"Nothing is innocent, why am I playing with you?" Chu Mo rolled his eyes.

"Only because of killing you, you are treated as a young saint; I have been suffering since childhood, and I have not hurt mosquitoes and ants. Master said that I will never be a saint!" Fudu Li said: "I don't accept it!"

Said, directly punched Chu Mo.

This boxing is so heavy that it is like a big mountain crashing into it.

Chu Mo flashed, avoiding the fist of the virtual, and then Shen Sheng: "You admit the wrong person, I am not a young saint."

"I have a pair of eyes, I will not be wrong. Do not escape, take the move!" The virtual cross is a punch, the voice is cold.

Chu Mo once again shunned away: "You are sick!"

"Don't evade, pick up!"

There are no more and no more than four.

Chu Mo took a handful of people from heaven and earth and took the boxing of the man.

With a bang, I slammed into the fist with a virtual fist and made a muffled sound. A vast amount of energy burst into the air in all directions.

In addition to the small temple that seems to have the blatant blessings, the mountains in the distance are instantly swayed by this force.

Chu Mo's body shape has retreated a few steps; the vain figure is a step back!

On the face of the white sorrow, some of them were red, as if they were incredibly looking at Chu Mo. I can't understand it in my heart. With the cultivation of his Mahayana period, why is it lost to a monk in the refining period?

Chu Mo looked at the virtual ferry: "Is it still playing?"

In fact, Chu Moxin also felt very shocked inside. Don't watch him punch this out and shake it out. But the fugitive did not suffer a little bit of harm, and just after that, the fugue did not use all efforts. If the other party uses all his strength, he may not be able to shake the virtual crossing a dozen steps.

This monk is not easy!

Fudu slowly shook his head and muttered: "Master is right, the young saint is indeed extraordinary, even me... not an opponent."

Chu Mo is full of black lines, and my heart says that I am not a young saint for the time being, but you are a little monk... I am really narcissistic about myself.

"I will take you to see my master." Fudu hesitated, looked up and looked at Chu Mo.

"Your master?" Chu Mo slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, my master is the emperor of Buddhism. Are you here to see my master?" In the eyes of the virtual, the soft colors are again revealed, and the whole person seems to have completely restored the previous peace.

Until under the leadership of the vain, seeing the old monk who is kind and kind, Chu Mo still can't believe it, his trip to Buddhism will be so smooth.

Even smooth enough to make him feel a little unbelievable!

"I am aware of the ambiguity. I can." The old monk, who is kind and kind, looks at Chu Mo gently, faintly said -

Ask for a referral ticket, ah! (To be continued.)