The Eighteen Bronze Human Formation coincides with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, which is endless and cannot be broken by ordinary people.
However, in the face of seventy years of internal strength, it was useless. The bamboo pole in the old lady's hand turned into an afterimage. A powerful momentum swept the whole place, and all the monks flew out, coughing up blood.
The formation was defeated in an instant.
"Buddhist monks are just like this. They spend their days looking for flowers and willows, and instead of advancing in their cultivation, they retreat."
The old lady said calmly.
"How many years of skill has Granny Ghost given you?"
The abbot was shocked and angry, with a flash of fear in his eyes.
"Not much, just seventy years."
"madman!"
"So what if you're crazy, as long as you can destroy your Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, everything will be worth it."
The old lady slashed out a sword energy, swept through everyone, raised her feet and walked towards the inner courtyard, as if she was in a deserted place.
"Amitabha, Su Mei'er, if you leave now, I won't hold anything against you."
The abbot said slowly with a gloomy face.
The old lady remembered that seven years ago, she secretly sneaked into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to plead for Wang. On the surface, the abbot was kind and kind, but secretly he drugged her and left her alone with him. She tried to do something casual, but was bitten off by herself.
Afterwards, under the banner of righteousness, the monk united with a group of so-called righteous people and took away all the female relatives of Hehuanmen and killed all the men.
Even a fool can guess what he did next.
She didn't understand why such a sect would still commemorate the forgotten monk. With the opponent's ability, it would not be difficult to escape.
"die!"
There is nothing to say to Ten Thousand Buddhas. This is a life-and-death feud, and one must die.
A bamboo pole flew up and down in her hand, and her sword energy was flowing horizontally. In the past seven years, in order to make up for the shortcomings in her moves, she only practiced one sword, and she became proficient in it.
The toes tap lightly, the body dances, and the power in the Dantian is mobilized at this moment.
A wisp of cold light could kill the entire world, so why not.
"This skill, this swordsmanship!"
The old monk was horrified and frightened, and the sword light pierced his pipa bone, just like it had pierced Monk Wang.
The sword light swept across, and the monks watching the battle fell down in groups, their heads flew up, and blood spattered three feet.
"Witch, the old monk has known for a long time that your mind has been eroded by demonic energy. He made the worst choice by not killing you that day!"
The old monk had cracks and bruises.
"A person in the right path will never let you go."
"All the people in the right path have died, and you are the last one."
Wiping the bamboo pole in her hand, the old lady said calmly.
"you……"
The old monk wanted to say something else, but cold light burst out, and the bamboo pole easily pierced his chest, nailing him to the front of the Buddhist temple.
The blood surged like a pillar, and the old monk couldn't stop it. He wanted to surrender and call for help, but found that the old lady had disappeared. Looking at the temple with corpses scattered in front of him, the old monk screamed, he was a little crazy.
Outside the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
The old lady used a bamboo pole to lightly sweep the snow off the plaque, and the word "Buddha" was revealed again.
Listening to the crazy roaring and roaring in the temple, she smiled for the first time in seven years.
"Monk, now Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is a Buddhist temple."
In front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall, the old monk lost too much blood and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Vaguely, he heard the sound of chains colliding, and he opened his eyes hard, and a figure appeared in front of him.
The old monk was overjoyed: "I forgot, save me quickly. It's the demon girl who is here. She killed all the brothers in the temple. You save me and atone for your sins. I can forget about you!"
Liao Wang lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole on the old monk's chest, and smiled slightly.
"Abbott, this disciple's catastrophe has passed and he has become a Buddha. In the eyes of this young monk, the world today is just a matter of cause and effect."
The old monk's face was dull, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes: "After you become a Buddha, you should save people. Don't you want peace for all eternity? Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is a great merit!"
Liao Wang shook his head and said calmly: "Abbott, have you forgotten how you taught the young monk seven years ago? Everything is caused by cause and effect, and you need to face your cause and effect yourself."
The old monk was shocked. Looking at Wang's sincere and clear eyes, he understood that what the other party said was true. Such clear eyes could not be faked. The other party had really entered the state of a saint.
Right and wrong can no longer sway the other party. Today's forgetfulness does not look at right or wrong, only looking at cause and effect. This is not the realization of some knowledge, but a state of mind.
He didn't understand how this elm-headed man could be enlightened, how could he enter such a state, how could he survive the love crisis when he had never even played with a woman?
"You are...retaliating against me..."
When the old monk died, he was unwilling to do so and died with his eyes open.
"Abbott, your karma is over."
Liao Wang looked indifferent and helped the old monk close his eyes.
When a Buddha's heart is born, what he sees is no longer people, but the inextricable connections between people.
He walked slowly towards the outside of the temple, stepped out in one step, shrunk to an inch, and disappeared into the heavy snow in a few flashes.
…
On the cliff, Liu Wang came to the young man who was pinned down.
He reached out to touch it, but it passed directly through his body.
"Sure enough, there is no second victim. You are Xiao Monk, the weak side in Xiao Monk's heart. You have resisted the grievance, sorrow, confusion and confusion for Xiao Monk. Now that Xiao Monk's disaster has passed, you and I should start again.
Become one."
"If you don't have the courage to accept yourself, little monk, there is no need to talk about Buddhism anymore."
Wang Wang smiled lightly, showing a look of relief.
The young man who was originally crucified in front of him raised his head slightly, looked at each other with a smile, turned into a star and disappeared from the place, submerging into Wang's body.
The screen flows.
The old lady was stumbling and her mouth was bleeding. She was so old that she had lost all her vitality in the battle just now.
Her energy and energy were severely exhausted, and she couldn't survive.
The old lady did not leave the West Desert. She leaned against a big tree and slowly lay down. She closed her eyes and had a smile on her lips, completely devoid of life.
The void distorted for a while, and Wang's figure appeared, picked up the old lady, and disappeared into the distance.
Three days later, somewhere in a dense forest.
Granny Ghost stared at the young man in front of her with horror: "You are only twenty-seven this year, how could you be so strong!"
Monk Liaowang slowly put down the corpse in his hand: "The young monk has become a Buddha. Do you recognize this person?"
"I recognize it. The old lady gave her seventy years of skill."
"I understand the rules. Return the longevity to her, and the karma monk will take care of it."
The ghost granny was very straightforward, and she made a seal with her hands. The cold breath rushed to the old lady's body, and the white hair turned into black hair in an instant, and the withered body became full of life again.
"Three days later, my soul will come back. What will you give me in exchange for it?"
"The most innate treasure, the Buddha's relics."
"become!"
Granny Ghost's eyes gleamed, she made a profit.
He simply stabbed his hand into his lower abdomen, blood spurted out, took out the relic, and handed it to the ghost grandmother.
“The money and goods are clear!”
The old lady turned around and disappeared into the forest.
The forgetful monk looked calm, walked slowly to the old lady, and sat down cross-legged.
"The cause and effect is over, but from now on, there will be no more steamed buns."