Buddhism is pitch black.

Only the Holy Son Temple still exudes a luster of luster.

The abbot Yunyou's face was complicated. He looked at Mo Guanxin, who was wearing a black cloak, and sighed deeply.

"Is this OK?"

Master Huizhi shook his head gently: "Not good, but it's also good."

What he said was not good is that the Buddhist temple lacked a monk in the realm of disillusionment. What he said was very good is that Mo Guan found his own path.

Of course, this sentence has another meaning.

For Buddhism, the current situation is naturally not good. The entire Buddhism has been exposed, a layer of skin is peeled off, and blood is poured out.

But it's good again.

My mother-in-law's words were like thunder, awakening them. They knew that Buddhism had been addicted to its glorious image for too long to forget the so-called mission.

They are for the purpose of spreading light, not for representing light.

But he didn't know what the Grand Abbot of Guangming thought.

Many Buddhist abbots sighed.

Master Buwei's face was gloomy. He looked down and Lu Feng, but he didn't even take action. Since the demon lord of the demon clan has left, there is a high possibility that Lu Feng is not a demon son.

Even if it is just an ordinary demon, Buddhism is not without it.

What's more, he doesn't have the time to think about these things now.

What he was most worried about was Buddhism.

Buddhism must be rebuilt, but I don’t understand that this great abbot of Guangming is a person who wants to be face-saving, or even an extremely strong person. I don’t know what will happen when the other party comes out of seclusion.

The Abbot of Guangming was not here, and Buddhism would be so bleak this time. If it were there, the situation would be different.

Fortunately, although the Buddhist sect is now bleak, it is at least not chaotic. Over the years, the practice of Buddhist disciples is still useful. Even if they have experienced a blow and their beliefs collapse, they at least resist it.

Only when you resist will you have hope.

If you don’t walk to Mo Guanxin for the Master, you will inevitably sigh when you look at this special demon monk.

"If you think about it, then do it."

He watched these two brothers grow up. In fact, Mo Guantian was more suitable for the light of the past, but it was a pity.

He liked Mo Guantian more back then, but in the end, he ended up like this. The energy domain field formed by a powerful man in the Creation Realm has not collapsed until now.

When I think of the naughty little monkey back then, my nose feels a little sore when I don’t feel like the master’s heart.

Don't care and nodded silently.

"I will just say one thing, the white bird is obviously a realm of creation. If you really want to take revenge, you must reach the realm of creation, otherwise you will just lose your life in vain."

"I see."

Mo Guantian looked into the distance.

He has been in Buddhism for too long, and what should be quiet has been quiet, and what should be understood has also been enlightened. Even if there is no today's thing, he must go out in order to break through to the realm of creation.

Mo Guantian was still cold. He didn't even look at the others, as if there was nothing in his eyes, and that kind of emptyness was heartbreaking.

He melted like a breeze, and did not bury Mo Guantian's body. He believed that the people here would handle it well, or even he did not dare to face it himself.

"A man dies like a lamp extinguishes, and a demon dies like this." Bu sighed for the master, "Since he is dead, then the previous grudges will be eliminated. You are his disciple, and you want to be buried in Buddhism, and then you can take them away if you want to be buried elsewhere."

After a series of things, the master's tone has not eased much.

"What a pity..." Abbot Yunyou and others also came over, but everyone was outside the energy domain field, afraid that when they touched the energy domain field, the entire body would be strangled.

"He is actually quite good. Although he was a little naughty and did something wrong back then, he was different from other demons." Master Huizhi silently recited the Sutra of Sutra.

Lu Feng did not speak, but stared at Master Mo.

He called out the big white goose in his heart, but found that the other party had left again, the holy weapon had lost its spirit and became a little silent.

wrong!

He quickly realized something was wrong.

The big white goose left, which means that the mother-in-law also left.

If Master Mo is really dead, then the mother-in-law will at least turn back, regardless of whether she has caught the other person or not.

But the big white goose looked relaxed before leaving.

"The people are gone, Taoist priest, you can't get up. Do you want the entire Buddhist sect to recite the sutra of rebirth for you?" Lu Feng suddenly snorted.

"What does it mean?" The monks next to them widened their eyes.

Zhong An narrowed his eyes because he also discovered the problem. Unlike Lu Feng, he found that Mo Guantian died a little too "beautiful".

He covered his chest, then fell to the ground with resentment, and even the posture of falling to the ground was very good, just like the bitter plan of the concubines in the palace dramas.

"My masters, are there any paper people in your Buddhism? It is best to be a male paper person. Don't burn beautiful women for him. Give all the paper people to Master Mo." Lu Feng smiled.
Chapter completed!