In front of the mountain temple.

Flying sand and stones, the two auras crash into each other.

The monk's robe robe was roaring, and his hands were folded together, looking like he was compassionate.

If it weren't for the twenty-eight Taoist priests in front of him, or even the appearance of some beasts attracted to eat meat in the distance... anyone would have believed that this would be a friendly monk.

Black smoke and dust are like vortexes.

The twenty-eight Taoists seemed to have completely lost their minds. Their eyes turned green and they were fighting for the piece of meat, their mouths were covered with blood, and their teeth were covered with meat residue.

And this meat is the meat of the demon cicada.

It was the flesh that Demon Cicadazi cut with the ring knife.

Chichichichi...

It is completely unclear whether the Taoists have consciousness or not, and their bodies begin to change.

Some of the heads changed, their necks were torn apart, and another head was dripping flesh and bloody.

Some of the abdomen are bulging and then bloated, and there is no idea what is nurturing inside.

Some people have a move in their eyes, and the palms of their hands are regenerated.

Some eyeballs began to increase, and more and more eyeballs were grown up and down, left and right, hanging on their faces, like two bunches of grapes.

Some legs became smooth and soft, but did not give people any good feeling. Instead, they felt disgusting and weird... The legs gradually turned into tentacles and were gently patting on the ground.

This is true for Taoists, and so is the beasts that come to compete for meat.

This strange change is really shocking.

I believe that if Xia Ji was not present, he would probably have kneeled as many as he could.

Although Xia Ji is still only in the fourth realm, this Demon Cicadazi is only in the fourth realm.

But both are truly stepping into the true four realms of the Great Way of Heaven, and the false four realms of ordinary people are naturally incomparable.

Both sides are invincible, far away from the so-called "fourth level".

At this time, strange figures appeared behind the monk in black robe, and those figures could vaguely recognize some of the appearances they had when they were alive... However, they were all full of chaos and darkness, and there was a feeling that they were not species in this world.

Xia Ji sighed softly.

He was trapped in the murderous path.

But I don't want to wave my sword at the real good one.

The Demon Cicadazi's choice of "suppressing the rails to save people with his body" made him feel good, but now this scene is hard to define by evil, but it is a kind of evil charm.

He asked: "Does the monk want to go to hell, and do he mean that the monk is in hell, and then he will be in hell?"

When Demon Chanzi heard this, he said strangely: "Why did Donald Xia say this?"

He folded his hands together and stood in the strange and chaotic dark and evil life. Under the black monk's robe, he suddenly exploded like a python's nest, and thick black tentacles stretched out...

Several...

Dozens of...

Tentacles slapped on the ground, and the dense suction cups produced a tightly closed human face. The human face and eyes were closed, filled with a sharp and biting chill.

And these tentacles set him apart five or six meters high.

The hat on his head was also lifted by the wind from the high place, revealing a white, elegant, restrained and gentle monk's face behind it.

The monk opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ji quietly, saying, "I see that there are so many people in the world. Everyone is looking for the world, traveling thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, but he doesn't know how to turn to his heart to ask.

Is it that everything you want outside, not in your heart?

The little monk is willing to save the world with his mere body.

The little monk asked the world to put down the knife, not to hurt others or himself... This time, there was no malice, just to resolve the cause and effect between the donor and me.

Why are you obsessed with the donor?”

Every word he said was full of great compassion, like a real monk talking about his experience.

But this background and image have no connection with the monks.

Unless Buddhism is spread to the Cthulhu world, and this is an eminent monk walking on the land of Cthulhu.

This style of painting touched Xia Ji, who was still a time traveler, his heart was very touched.

Although he knew that this world was familiar with the names of gods and Buddhas, he never compared these rumors in his previous life...

But this scene is really hard to say...

Xia Ji looked up at the sincere and clear pupils of the Demon Chanzi, and suddenly twisted his neck. His body began to grow taller with a "crack" crack, his muscles were tangled, his muscles were stretched, and under his small skin, there was also a monster body hidden.

This body reached ten meters in a flash.

From looking up to looking down.

The demon cicada closed her eyes and muttered something, as if she was chanting some scripture...

It may be [Dicky Diamond Sutra], [Xuanjun Chapter 7 Great Compassion Mantra], etc.

Soon, Magic Chanzi's tentacles became thicker again, and he supported him to lift up. The speed of pulling up became slower and slower. It took a long time to reach the same height as Xia Ji.

Xia Ji asked: "What are you following around you?"

The Demon Chanzi said, "They believe in the little monks, so the little monks save them so that they can pursue happiness in their hearts."

Xia Ji asked again: "Why have these twenty-eight Taoist priests just now become monsters?"

The demon cicadazi shook many of its thick tentacles, but her eyes showed a look of eagerness to defend herself. "Don't say anything, don't say anything, when did these donors become monsters? The world is peaceful and peaceful. After the monk came down, he felt deeply... Where would there be monsters?"

Xia Ji asked: "You really can't see it?"

The Demon Chanzi asked in confusion: "Is what the donor see is different from what I see? In the eyes of the little monk, these are just pitiful people."

He said, sighing softly, shaking his head, looking at the weird creatures crawling between his thick tentacles with pity.

Xia Ji asked: "Where is the other shore?"

The demon cicadazi said: "The other shore is in the heart."

Xia Ji asked: "Where is the Buddha?"

The demon cicadazi said: "Free on the other side."

He sang the Buddha's name and said, "Understanding the mind and seeing the nature, one will see the Buddha."

Xia Ji said: "Then what's the matter with me today?"

Demon Chanzi said: "I want to persuade the donor to put down the butcher's knife, and I want to resolve this cause and effect with the donor..."

He sighed softly, and then asked sincerely: "How do the donor want to resolve it?"

Xia Ji felt it was very strange, and he continued to ask: "Do you know that all the people you save are worse than death?"

The demon cicadazi's thick tentacles fluttered repeatedly, looking down at the strange creatures under her feet, shook her head and said, "What the little monk saw was only a golden light. These donors in the world had found the true direction in the golden light, and were comprehending... Did Donor Xia have an illusion?

The environment is born from the mind. Is it the environment in the mind that the donor sees?

Monsters are everywhere in the realm, so how can monsters be born in your eyes?”

The handsome monk was full of concern.

And just as his voice fell, Xia Ji felt that the environment around him changed rapidly, with a gust of cold wind, nothing was something, nothing was a human, the truth was not true, the false was not false, the world was like a bubble of illusion, like dew and lightning.

But a little black fire burned in this unknown environment, causing everything to roll out of the bright red hot edge, pushing forward, rolling up, blowing down the ashes of spirit.

Everything has returned to its original state.

Before we knew it, the two sides had completed a confrontation that was not a confrontation at all.

The Confucianzi's concerned face was still in front of him, but when he saw Xia Ji awake, he showed disappointment and sighed softly: "The donor is still stubborn after all."

"Amitabha~~~"

He chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and a firm look flashed between his evil eyebrows.

The nine-ring tin staff he grabbed with his right hand suddenly raised, then suddenly smashed it to Xia Ji's head, and said sternly: "Chi'er, if you don't realize it at this time, when will you still be able to wait?!!!!"

Buddhism has always said that it is a wake-up call and a revelation.

If an obsessed person is obsessed with it, he will shout loudly, and may be able to enlighten the mind.

The Demon Cicadazi is like a real monk who wants to save the man in front of him.

The hand he held the nine-ring tin staff was no longer a hand, but a tentacle.

The stick fell, with an ancient chaotic Zen spirit, and it fell violently.

Xia Ji looked at the nine-ring tin staff and frowned slightly... A strange feeling arose in his heart.

He raised two fingers.

Go to the settled nine-ring tin staff.

The fingers and the shadow of the stick touched and froze instantly.
To be continued...