Chapter 737 I, Mr. Yang, Are Really Not That Kind of Person!
I hunted geese all day long, but unexpectedly, my eyes were pecked by geese.
"You, cruel..."
The bald monk stared at Yang Fan with a pair of unyielding eyes, and then his tall body fell heavily to the ground, and the heavy shovel hit the ground, making a hole in the ground.
Yang Fan's face was full of compassion: "Don't Buddhists always say, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell? You can go to hell with peace of mind, I will take good care of your wealth."
After that, he started rummaging through the other party's clothes.
An evil monk at the level of an innate martial artist, comparable to a strong man in Dongchang's stalls, shouldn't he be allowed to leave empty-handed again, right?
The monk's robe was obviously very easy to remove, and Yang Fan easily dug out more than two hundred taels of silver from his body, as well as a copy of the "Huayan Sutra of Saving Sufferers and Overcoming Disasters".
"Good fellow, you, a congenital martial artist, only carry two hundred taels of silver with you, don't you think it's shabby?" Yang Fan glanced at the corpse on the ground.
I can’t blame you for dying so quickly. Anyway, if you don’t have money, you will still suffer in this world. You are here to find relief by co-writing it!
Yang Fan put the money into his money bag and read the scripture.
"I heard that the sufferings of the people in the world would not be better than transcending the world as soon as possible! Those who can overcome the misfortunes, I, the Buddha, have the compassion to kill all the people and ascend to the Western Paradise together!"
Yang Fan was stunned when he read the first sentence.
Good guy!
Is this also called a scripture?
He flipped through a few pages, and they were all filled with twisted and bizarre theories.
To sum up, it is said that life is too bitter, so it is better to die early and be reincarnated. In order to make the world free from suffering, we would rather go to hell ourselves, but also save all sentient beings and go to the Western Paradise.
Of course, as for the way of salvation, it is to kill. It is said that the flesh and blood are weak, the soul ascends, and after death, it enters the world of Buddha and enjoys bliss.
Moreover, looking at the four words at the beginning of it, "This is what I heard," it means that this is what someone heard the Buddha say in person, and it is the true words of the Buddha, not just nonsense made up by someone.
"What an apocryphal book."
This is not a Buddha who guides people to do good. He is clearly a demon who slaughters all sentient beings!
Looking at the last signature, it is clear that there is a four-character name - Bodhidara!
"It seems a little familiar..."
Yang Fan is so excited!
Bodhidara!
Also known as Bodhidharma!
He couldn't help but think of a familiar saying from his previous life: Bodhidharma is also a great demon.
This can't be a person!
Faintly, a strong panic surged into his heart. He closed the book and the expression on his face changed.
In the previous life of the Ming Dynasty, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Taizu, was not just a monk. Could it be that the founding of the Ming Dynasty really had anything to do with Buddhism?
But this is another world. The Ming Dynasty has become a great dynasty that spans thousands of years. It is unlikely that the founder of the country was also a Buddhist.
Yang Fan forced himself to calm down, and a huge fog seemed to once again obscure the world he thought he could see clearly, making it confusing.
"There seems to be great horror in this!"
He murmured in his mind.
However, he is too weak now. Even if he is uneasy, it is still difficult to react. The only thing he can do is to become stronger as soon as possible.
It's a pity that his wife is poor!
How to become strong without money!
Yang Fan stood there for a full quarter of an hour before he regained his composure, swung his sword to chop off the heads of the two monks, picked up the handle for shoveling, and went back.
In the camp.
The fight between Tao Ying and the monk in white was also in full swing. The surrounding buildings collapsed completely, and large areas of the ground collapsed.
The monk in white clothes saw that the monks here had almost completely fled, and he also wanted to retreat. The eunuch of Dongchang in front of him was too difficult to deal with.
"That's all. I, the Buddha, am merciful. When I break through, I will save you again."
The monk in white clasped his hands together, and the thousand hands and eyes behind him violently waved, and countless golden thunderbolts exploded in front of him. Even Tao Ying had to retreat.
Whoosh.
But while he was retreating, the figure of the monk in white quickly retreated, as fast as a white stream of light.
A factory guard quickly pulled the big yellow crossbow and fired. Unfortunately, the opponent's speed completely exceeded the shooting speed of the arrow. In a few flashes, he disappeared into the forest and disappeared.
Tao Ying's expression was as dark as water, and she raised her hand to stop those people from continuing to shoot: "No need to shoot, that's just a spirit body, you can't stop it."
I thought that with the help of his master, five innate martial arts masters, and hundreds of factory guards, I could easily clean up these remnants of Huayan Temple, but I didn't expect that a big fish was missed.
"Buddha?"
Tao Ying murmured to herself.
This kind of title is not something that ordinary monks can have. It seems that Huayan Temple was involved in the "Nine Sons Evil Dragon Bureau", and the conspiracy was probably not small!
It would be fine if they were still the same Huayan Temple as before. Unfortunately, the current Huayan Temple has already sunk to the west, and there are only three or two big cats and kittens left. They dare to do this, and they are really overestimating their capabilities.
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Tao Ying coldly sheathed her sword and stood indifferently, with her back straight and the black robe behind her flapping in the wind, as upright as a sculpture.
Not long after, the factory guards who were chasing the monks returned one after another. Some carried the monks' heads, while others returned empty-handed.
Sun Rong and the other newcomers returned behind Tao Ying and stood with their hands down, obviously finding nothing.
The remnants of Huayan Temple were all beaten to a rout, but none of them were able to kill anyone, and they couldn't help but show a bit of frustration on their faces.
"We don't expect you to perform well in this combat mission. We just want you to familiarize yourself with the battle in Dongchang and accumulate experience for the future."
"Yes, Deacon."
The group of young eunuchs breathed a sigh of relief.
I just felt depressed, and I felt a little uneasy in my heart. After all, I have been joining Dongchang for so long, and I have finally caught up with the task and still haven't made any achievements. I would be lying if I said I'm not panicking.
At this time, Yang Fan also rushed back.
He carried a handy shovel on his shoulder, with two big bald heads hanging on the shovel head, and his fierce and ferocious face showed a look of unrelenting determination.
"Xiao Fanzi!"
Sun Rong had been looking for Yang Fan just now. When he saw Yang Fan coming back, he immediately felt relieved and his eyes involuntarily fell on the two heads that Yang Fan was carrying.
"This, you killed this?"
Sun Rong was shocked.
Yang Fanxin said, this is not nonsense!
He had brought these two heads back, how could he be killed by someone else?
"Um."
Yang Fan nodded.
Sun Rong looked at the two bald heads with envy: "In total, Xiao Fanzi, you have already killed three times this time."
"That's right."
I killed one before entering the forest, and two more after entering the forest.
In his first combat mission, Yang Fan successfully killed three people, including an innate martial artist in his prime!
Even a sneak attack and plot are enough to shock people.
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The third update is here!
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