Chapter 519: Demon Monk
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"I'm not welcomed by the front door."
"It's not that the front door does not welcome you, but that the entire Buddhist sect does not welcome you." The careless abbot showed a faint smile, but only those who know him know that this smile does not mean joy.
"Then I'm really sad." Mo Guantian said in pain.
He looked at this younger brother. They hadn't met for decades, but their appearances had not changed, and their personalities had not changed, except for their cultivation.
"Of course, if you stay and become a monk in Buddhism, you must be happy to be a Buddhist." said the abbot of caring.
The so-called staying is of course of no use.
Don’t care about your snow-white body, spotless dust, dark eyes, and casually placing your hands on both sides of your body. There is a string of Buddhist beads on the back of your right hand. Because you don’t have hair, your whole body looks cleaner, like a piece of transparent jade.
Mo Guantian was dressed in black and wearing a black cloak. His hair was free and his beard was staggering.
"When I met, wouldn't I call me brother? This is how Buddhism educates you?" Mo Guantian sneered. The weather was a little cold and he looked a little desolate.
"We were only less than a minute away from birth." Mo Guanxin said softly, but he did not relax his vigilance when facing Mo Guantian.
Generally speaking, it is impossible for the True Jin Realm to kill the Illusion Realm, and there is not even the power to hurt the Illusion Realm.
But Mo Guantian is obviously very unusual.
A person who dared to be a Buddhist in the fasting realm back then, plus the terrifying holy weapon, his destructive power is enough to make the powerful people in the Creation Realm be wary of it.
What's more, Mo Guantian's talent for light is much stronger than himself.
Perhaps the demon race stayed on the earth for too long, and their brothers all have good talent for light and can only directly use the power of light on the earth, but other demon races cannot.
Therefore, many Buddhist formations and secret techniques are not powerful to Mo Guantian.
Light is hard to deter the world.
But all the strong men also understood that the care abbot in Buddhism is not easy to mess with. They can rank in the top five in the entire Buddhism and create many miracles. Otherwise, why should they be in charge of Zhaokong Temple?
If the two really take action, even if Mo Guantian is still in the realm of True Jin, he will not know the outcome of the victory or defeat.
"Is it easy to be a Buddha?" Mo Guantian leaned against the wall.
"Is the meat delicious?" said the caring abbot calmly, his eyes staring straight at the other party, without any timidity.
"It's delicious, very delicious. It's a pity that you don't eat meat. Of course, there are wine and women..." Mo Guantian smiled.
"Buddha is very difficult to be a Buddha because he can't bear it." said the abbot of care. "Decades ago, you killed countless people. After I came out of seclusion, I looked at the bodies. They were either other people's sons, husbands, or grandpa... but they were all dead."
"In order to atone for you, I have drawn a prison for the sake of my sins and have not come out for decades."
"Do you want me to feel guilty when you say this? But I don't know. What does it have to do with me when you and I have walked two different paths, we have no concern."
Mo Guantian sneered, "The reason you draw the land into a prison is because you feel guilty. You do this to make up for your guilt, not because of how I am."
"After all, seeking peace is also a kind of selfishness."
"Since Buddhism has had a city wall, it is no different from a prison."
"I am moving forward not for the sake of the living beings, but for the sake of spreading my wings and flying high."
"You are too extreme." The voice of the care-supervisor gradually became colder, "It is better to raise grace than to have grace. If there were no Buddhism, we would have died long ago. I admit that we have parents, but they abandoned us. Even if they were not fully enlightened, they chose to escape by themselves in the face of danger."
"And then, after seeing us growing up, come to Buddhism to look for us again? What is this?"
"A little novice monk didn't know the situation and came forward to ask. They killed him, chewed his head, and ate his palms like chicken feet. They were powerful, but they did not have enough spirituality. They were like a demon holding a knife and aimed at a group of unarmed babies. Shouldn't Buddhism kill them?"
"It should." Mo Guantian said, "Others can do it, but we can't. Others can say and do it, but we can't."
"And how did you know back then that it was not for everything that Buddhism had planned to take us away? I didn't believe that such a coincidence occurred and a disaster occurred."
"Since Buddhism has brought disaster to us, I will naturally return the disaster to them."
"I hold the holy instrument in my hand, and I see more than you can see."
The care abbot paused for a moment and was silent for a moment. He looked up and the white robe was already rushing: "So, are you going to kill millions of Buddhists?"
"Isn't it too much for you to kill billions of people outside the mountain? There are also Buddhist contributions."
Chapter completed!