Feng Xing didn't say anything. He was so happy to see such a scene. After all, he also had the intention to plot against the Holy Water.

Who doesn’t want something that can enhance attributes?

The Immortal Flowers on the side bloomed and didn't say anything, her eyes were cold, and she stretched her neck to see the scene inside.

"Amitabha, do you want to force yourself to break through?" The smile on Guangnan's face gradually disappeared. Although he did not say too much, standing here is easier than anything else.

"I just want to break through, so what can you do!" Yi Sheng Hongchen was pushing and walking inside.

Guangnan spread his hands and looked at the fat man walking over, and said calmly: "Amitabha, don't blame me for being rude."

I was wearing a half-fingered iron fist glove, and I was not afraid at all. The monk Guangnan who was one circle bigger than him was on the other side.

When the world was four or five meters away from Guangnan, the world was already rushing to the world, and the fist was shining.

Guangnan did not mean to resist, but instead protected the back of his head with both hands, raised his elbows in front of his chest, and drilled into the arms of the world of the world.

"Bang."

Guangnan couldn't stand in place with a lunge. On the other hand, I was pushed out of the world and took four or five steps back before I could barely stop. From beginning to end, I never touched Guangnan, and I was completely empty when I punched my fist.

The great monk Guangnan put his hands together and shook his head slightly: "Amitabha, the donor has brute force but does not know how to use it, which is a pity."

"I'll do it."

Ma Zu shouted, pulled out the long steel sword on his back, and flashed his body, slashing towards Guangnan.

They also have skills, but many of them are specially used to deal with ghosts. If you want to fight with people, at the level of modern people, they are really not opponents of monks.

However, Mazar has brute force after all, and the long sword in his hand is wielding a little. Even if it is Guangnan, he dare not take the blade with his bare hands, and he can only dodge back and forth.

It is basically impossible to seize the blade with empty hands under the same physique. When you encounter the opponent holding a device, don’t think about fighting hard. You must choose an angle that the opponent cannot hurt and fight back, or run away directly.

"Clam!"

A mature copper and iron rod blocked the long sword of the hemp stalk. The owner of the stick was an ordinary monk, even at a height of only 1.7 meters.

"Amitabha, donor, forgive others if you want to forgive others. We monks are not good at fighting fiercely, but if the donor pursues them, the monks will naturally be angry." The most ordinary monk said with a plea to the eyes.

As he said that, he looked at the thin tall hemp stalks that were shaken out by the cooked copper stick.

At the same time, two monks appeared behind the monk, one was tall and the other was round and strong, and it looked difficult to mess with.

Feng Xing frowned, and the remaining three monks appeared together, and their pressure doubled.

If I had broken in, I would have broken in. At worst, there would be more people bullying fewer people.

Now the number of troops on both sides is the same. If they fight, they always feel that they don’t have an advantage.

Moreover, there were a steady stream of monks coming to the entrance of the Great Buddha Courtyard. I don’t know if they heard the sound or what happened. More and more monks gathered together, and the players who were not at all advantage had no advantage now.

"If I had known that there would be someone else, I should have broken in at that time."

Feng Xinghui's intestines turned blue, his face turned blue and white, and as white as the bottom of a pot. In the end, he still didn't fight with these four monks.

"Let's go." Feng Xing greeted, and Yi Shi Hongchen responded first. Ma Zhu was very unwilling to accept it. She looked at the blooming flowers beside her. She had no intention of beating. She could only sigh quietly and finally left in shame.

"What a pity." Jiang Ye shook his head.

These four players were so cowardly that they missed the key information.

Seeing the monks gathering more and more, Jiang Ye also had a headache. The four great monks had already made him feel troubled. Now there are so many monks, he can't get in at all.

"Forget it, I have found the place to squat. If I don't have it this time, there will be another next time."

Jiang Ye walked down the shadow behind the big tree and returned to the guest room.

...

It has been two days since Senior Brother Huiming was killed.

The night before yesterday, the scene of the entire temple looking for a murderer broke out.

Although the murderer was not found in the end, it was a sensation.

Night is coming.

Everyone was sleeping soundly, but Huitong was always in an anxious state.

He vaguely felt something was wrong, because the night before yesterday, he seemed to hear something.

The voice seemed to be calling his name. He was about to wake up, but the voice stopped abruptly, and Huitong fell asleep again.

When Huiming discovered the miserable situation in the morning, Huitong was shocked and naturally had no random thoughts. Now the more he recalled, the more he could feel the strangeness the night before.

A hole appeared in the center of Huiming's forehead, and his eyes completely turned into two black holes. He turned his head and the two black holes seemed to be looking at him. After being panicked for so long, Huitong still couldn't calm down.

His vague feeling should be related to the gathering of monks in the Great Buddha Court last night.

In addition, when Jiang Ye saw the corpse that morning, he casually mentioned "It doesn't seem like it's artificial", and Huitong always remembered it in his heart.

When he tossed and turned to midnight, Huitong quietly got up from the couch and looked at the sleeping brothers around him. Huitong carefully walked out of the Zen room and brought the door to the Zen room.

Huitong avoided the brothers who were watching the night out along the way.

As a little novice monk, he has also guarded many nights and has a very accurate grasp of internal shift changes and patrol time.

Bypassing the brothers who were watching the night, Huitong appeared on the exterior wall of the Great Buddha Courtyard.

In a vague way, Huitong heard the sound of someone talking inside.

Huitong quietly approached the gate of the Great Buddha Courtyard and took a look through the gap.

Although it was already late, through the reflection of the moonlight above my head, Huitong still vaguely saw a rough idea of ​​the Great Buddha Courtyard.

There are two very strong fat men, one is relatively burly, and the other is more ordinary.

"Amitabha, this old Buddha ran out to eat people again. This time, Huiming was eaten, so let's deal with him." One of the fat monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, with a serious expression on his face.

The monk with his eyes narrowed his eyes sighed: "Time is getting shorter and shorter. The last one can hold on for half a year, but now it's less than three months. I don't know if it's the one inside that is too greedy or if we are getting weaker and weaker."

The Kuiwu Monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and said in a plain voice: "Amitabha, first select one of the disciples to become a Buddha. As long as you wait for a while, and wait for the abbot to go further, there may be a turning point."

Huitong's eyes were round and he covered his mouth tightly. By looking at his figure and listening to the sound, Huitong had determined who the four people in the Great Buddha Courtyard were.

The four people in the Great Buddha Courtyard are clearly the first of the Fourth Courtyard, and one of them is his master.

And what they were talking about was who became a Buddha.

Huitong showed doubts on her face and thought to herself: "Is it so easy to become a Buddha? Whoever is said to be able to succeed?"

"Is this Buddhahood just..."

When Huitong thought of the flesh-body Buddhas sitting high on the lotus platform in the Great Buddha Courtyard, she felt chill and her hands and feet were cold.

"The Buddhist attainments among my disciples are too low, and even if they become Buddhas, it is useless." The monk who seemed to be in a normal state shook his head and said.

"Master?"

Huitong almost exclaimed, but fortunately he had already covered his mouth.

After hearing the voice clearly, the person who spoke in the end was his master, Guangfa, one of the first directors of the Four Courtyards.

"Senior Brother, can it be..." Guangnan, who was squinting for a moment, then looked at Guangfa, who had a normal body shape.

Guangfa clasped his hands together, nodded and said, "Yes, I already feel that I have not had much time, and the erosion of the holy water is getting worse and worse."

Although the words of Guangfa mean that you don’t have much time.

But he did not collapse, nor remain silent, nor did he yell.

His face was calm and calm, as if he had already taken the lead indifferently to life and death.

He even smiled with a gratitude: "Amitabha, today I will become a Buddha with this senior brother. My junior brothers, senior brothers will take the lead."

As he said that, Guangfa walked to the stone lotus platform in the middle, sat down calmly, lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together.

"Great send to my senior brother."

The remaining three first seats clasped their hands at the same time and pronounced the Buddha's name in their mouths, bowed and bowed, with a complicated look on their faces.

It is said to be a Buddha, but this is just their hope.

People like them who have drunk ghost blood cannot become Buddhas at all. They will sooner or later become that kind of terrifying monster, so how can they talk about becoming Buddhas?
Chapter completed!