As he walked up the stairs, there was blood everywhere, but not a trace of flesh and blood. The further Dong Chen walked, the more depressed he felt: "Master, where does this road lead to?"
"This? The poor monk is not sure."
"You don't know?" Dongchen stopped.
Touching his bald head in embarrassment, Master Bujie chanted the Buddha's name: "Namo Fudo Bodhisattva! That, my teacher, this, my eyes are not good, I came in at the beginning. What are the details? I was only here to fight, actually,
I really didn’t pay attention.”
Looking at the empty eyes of the monk Bujie, Dongchen sighed, and the anger that had just risen turned into nothingness: "Master, monsters are very sensitive now, and they will never be spared once they are injured. You...be careful."
"Ah ha, my master knows what you said just now. Disciple, don't worry, my master has the Immovable King Ming Dharmakaya and is not so easily injured." I am afraid that only Bujie himself knows what is contained in his cheerful words.
In today's world, it is not easy to find people who care about each other. What's more, Bujie is still a blind man. He has encountered far more hardships in his life than the average person. At least in terms of the warmth and warmth of people, the experience accumulated by Monk Bujie is better than
A hundred times, a thousand times for ordinary people.
"Protect yourself."
After repeatedly giving instructions to the cheap master, Dongchen picked up his sword and walked up.
After climbing up a long staircase, they didn't know how many steps they climbed. Master Dongchen and his apprentice arrived at an empty room. It was a large house, like a warehouse, but all the supplies had been moved away.
In the distance, you can see a small, half-open door. Judging from the light and shadow, it seems to be night.
"Time flies so fast."
Worried about the safety of his companions, Dongchen couldn't care less about anything else, told him to follow closely, and rushed over first.
The target is aimed directly at the half-open door.
Dongchen took the lead, followed by Bujie Monk. The two were very fast.
They are fast, and there is something faster than them.
The roar of wild beasts running around mixed with the footsteps of Dongchen and the two men, echoing in the empty room.
Blood-red eyes lit up all around him. Dongchen shouted to be careful and rushed forward regardless. Unfortunately, he was blocked before he could reach the end.
"Master, I'm sorry."
"Trouble? Haha, I don't think it's troublesome at all as a teacher. They're just a bunch of puppies."
People who tell lies, except for fools, generally have people to rely on. The blind and unruly monk can survive in today's world, so he naturally has his own tricks.
Mo Sanmando is bound to the sun and Luo Nan!
Chanting a mantra that Dongchen didn't understand at all, Monk Fujie fluttered his hands to form dharma seals, and his body covered with scars slowly turned golden, as if it were plated with gold.
Amogha Zhanna!
"Apprentice, take action."
With a flying kick and a quick side kick, the blind monk swung his body and appeared next to a bent monster. He bent his knees and flicked his legs, kicking it far away.
The roaring roar, accompanied by the snapping sound of broken bones, made Dongchen's body shiver: "This cheap master is so strong."
After thinking about it, since he took action, Dongchen would not be idle. He drew the sword out of its sheath, and the slightly curved blade shone with a cold light.
The blood flames ignited, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the power of the soul surged, creating streaks of white light. The lizard monsters that were killed were either injured or killed. Dongchen's sword could not only cut the monster's body, but also injure them.
soul.
"Master, your seal is good!" When using energy in the past, the inevitable emotional impact became minimal under the suppression of the secret Buddhist runes. In this way, Dongchen's lethality increased by at least two levels out of thin air.
kill!
Cut horizontally and chop vertically.
A long sword danced like the wind, and Dongchen galloped among the monsters. Although he did not have the invincible bravery and steel strength of Monk Fujie, he had a kind of elegance and chicness of his own.
Countless red and white energy swarmed in. Dongchen felt more and more comfortable. He couldn't help but roar loudly and sang the mantra of King Fuming:
Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han!
The divine light of the runes suddenly lit up, and Dongchen's original dark red blood flames instantly turned into black. His dark eyes scattered electric light, and his whole body was surrounded by black electricity.
Crazy, violent, killing!
Blessing himself with powerful power, Dongchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled evilly, and rushed to the direction where the monsters were the most.
Live for war, die for war.
kill!
A huge white light mark burst out of the sword, and a soul mark that was more than ten times larger than before cut through the air, causing a howl like a ghost.
In his mad state, Dongchen laughed wildly and caused a bloody storm among the monsters.
If you rub it, you will be injured, and if you touch it, you will die. No matter how crazy and crazy the monster is, there is still fear.
When they encounter a monster that is crazier and crazier than them, they inevitably become afraid.
They ran away in twos and threes, and the few remaining monsters ran away in the blink of an eye.
Dongchen raised his sword and roared to the sky.
Monk Bujie stood far away, chanting the scripture silently. The regret in his heart disappeared in a flash: "The world is already crazy anyway, what difference does it make whether or not the poor monk adds the fire? The Buddha will not blame the poor monk.
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Dirty blood, mutilated limbs, and patches of red and white light spots rose up. Dongchen felt his strength increase bit by bit. With joy, he silently evoked the runes.
As the secret Buddhist runes reappeared, the madness quietly dissipated. Dongchen turned around and sheathed his sword: "Master, this feeling is very strong. Thank you."
"Namo Fudo Bodhisattva! Disciple, keep your heart and don't indulge in killing."
"Thank you, Master, for your teaching."
With his heart alert, Dongchen thought to himself: "During the previous battle, I was able to remain vigilant because of my mental confrontation. Now that I no longer have any worries, can I still keep my heart?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he ran towards the corner door. Dongchen's hand holding the sword became harder and harder: "I am who I am. I cannot and will not allow anything to change, and I will not sink. I am, Dongchen!"
The moonlight is cold and the wind and sand are rolling.
After walking out of the small door, what appeared in front of Dong Chen was an open-air square with various statues scattered all over it. Every step he took gave him a different feeling. Dong Chen didn't know that this was once the most famous place in the movie theater.
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These statues include not only famous historical figures from various countries at that time, but also various deified and legendary gods, demons and spirits.
While walking among them, Dong Chen saw a statue of a tauren. He was holding a huge totem and roaring to the sky. Even though it was a dead creature, Dong Chen could feel the powerful strength and extraordinary bravery.
Talaka!
"Apprentice, get out of the way!"
The golden bell roared. Looking back, Monk Bujie spurted blood and flew backwards.
"master!"
The two words he had never said out loud could not help but blurt out at this moment. Dongchen looked at Monk Bujie who was collapsed on the ground, his figure flashed, and lightning shot over.
Woo...a gust of fishy wind came from behind, and Dong Chen, who didn't react hastily, followed in the footsteps of the monk who didn't give up.
At this point, he didn't even notice what was attacking him.