In the middle of the night, I had a fight with one of the three elders of Cixin Zen Forest, and the other party died on the spot. I was also carrying the aura of the enemy of Buddha that Buddhism hates the most... I guess it would be difficult to convince these Buddhists that I said I was innocent.
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Moreover, the other party also reduced the suspicion of Monk Zhifa by abandoning Monk Zhijing as an abandoned son.
It would probably be difficult for me to testify against a Buddhist monk who died in front of me.
Various scenarios flashed through his mind, and Han Feng immediately decided to leave Cixin Zen Forest first, return to Xuanjian Division, and then come to resolve this issue diplomatically with Buddhism.
Thirty-six strategies are the best.
Han Feng controlled the eight colors of Qi to propel his body, and immediately prepared to fly into the air and escape.
However, just as Han Feng was pushed up into the sky by the eight-color Qi, a pale golden Buddha Seal spread across the sky, blocking Han Feng's path.
Han Feng secretly thought it was not good and hurriedly changed direction.
However, the seals in the sky continued to increase and expand, forcing Han Feng back to the ground again.
Han Feng landed on the ground with the Jinghai Sword in his hand and looked ahead. The Silent Monk, who never spoke, was using his mind power to control the seals in the sky.
Zen Master Yuanlu and Zenyun Shizhijie were standing beside him.
When Zen Master Yuanlu saw the blood-stained body of Zen Master Zhifa lying on the ground, he sighed with compassion: "Donor Han, why are you suffering... This poor monk has no selfish motives for stopping you. You act like this... How can I tell you?"
Dharma Master explains?”
Dozens of warrior monks followed closely, holding monk sticks in hand.
Han Feng laughed helplessly, really unable to argue:
"I think I can explain... Zhifa is actually a spy of Buddhism. He just wanted to plot against me, and then he committed suicide in an attempt to frame me..."
Han Feng paused and asked weakly:
"That...do you believe it?"
Han Feng himself has little confidence.
Zen Master Yuan Lu, Zen Yun didn't know why he didn't say anything but the monk didn't mean anything, but the dozens of monks behind him glared at Han Feng angrily.
Han Feng understood that they were not simply angry at him... they also hated and took advantage of the aura of Buddha-enemy in him.
Han Feng felt that it was too easy for him to have a mixed name like Uzumaki Feng...
As a person from Xiaojingang Temple, Zen Master Yuanlu was able to be entrusted by Zen Master Xumi to become a member of the Temporary Compassionate Zen Forest. He was indeed a good person. Even in this situation, he did not say anything bad to Han Feng, but continued to ask:
"Donor Han, do you mean that Zen Master Zhifa is the hidden rebel in the Zen forest?"
After hearing what he said, Han Feng obviously still didn't believe him, but now that he had said it, Han Feng was not going to explain any more.
It's better to find a way to break out on your own.
But the question arises, should I use the Evil King Shi Zhixuan or the Sweeping Monk?
Looking around, Han Feng began to look for a way to break out of the encirclement, but still managed to explain.
"Actually, the situation is far worse than you think. Zen Master Zhijing and Zen Master Zhifa in the Compassionate Zen Forest are both members of the evil Buddha's influence... I don't know whether they were from the beginning or whether they were gradually possessed by evil spirits.
Corruption, but they are indeed evil sycophants. Zen Master Zhifa just now did indeed show the image of an evil spirit... The current situation is that they are trying to frame me... If I guessed correctly, I'm afraid Cixin
There are still evil spirits lurking in the Zen forest...or it's wisdom..."
Before Han Feng could finish speaking, a righteous voice that suddenly came to his mind interrupted Han Feng.
Elder Zhitong walked out with his head held high:
"Does Donor Han mean to doubt the poor monk?"
Han Feng's eyes were fixed on Zen Master Zhitong, and his martial arts body was secretly activated to the extreme.
He said calmly:
"I'm not doubting, I'm confirming."
That meant fighting against the mysterious old monk by the lake. The man's cultivation was clearly at the third level, and he must have concealed his own cultivation at ordinary times.
Zhijing who was sacrificed as bait was obviously not of that level. Zhifa had just fought against him. Although the demon hidden in the Buddha was indeed extraordinary, he was not at the third level of cultivation.
The remaining two people were Zhitong and Elder Zhizhi.
Since Elder Zhizhi was able to take Cheng Xin out alone last time, with Cheng Xin’s fate as a Buddhist saint, it can almost be ruled out.
Then, it is self-evident who the remaining hidden stakes are.
When Han Feng pointed it out to his face, Elder Zhitong did not panic at all. Instead, he immediately bit back and looked disappointed:
"Donor Han, Zhijing has confessed his crime and the hidden stakes in the Zen forest have been found. You should not use this method to exonerate yourself.
Insulting me is a small matter and insulting the wisdom and law that sacrificed to bring you back to the right path is disrespectful to him."
Zhitong's words characterized Han Feng as an act of scapegoating in order to escape guilt after going crazy and killing people. It also showed that he was deeply scheming. Han Feng felt that no monk nearby believed him, so he held a task in his mind.
experience card.
It's just... it's a bit of a waste to use an experience card just to break through.
"Everyone, I'm afraid Donor Han is determined not to stay in the Zen Forest this time, but Junior Brother Zhifa is fighting hard to save his life, but we can't just sit back and watch him continue to go crazy!"
While Han Feng was thinking, Zen Master Zhitong had already begun to encourage the monks to take action against Han Feng.
If they directly attack Han Feng now, the monks may still suspect Zhitong. This old bald ass is a very thieves and encourages others to take action without leaving any loopholes.
"Monks! We are not out of hatred, but the efforts of the different elders have been in vain! Tonight, donor Han Feng must be captured!"
Elder Zhitong raised his arms and shouted, and many monks followed suit and rushed towards Han Feng. The monks' sticks intertwined with each other, intending to directly trap Han Feng.
Han Feng knew that the situation tonight could not be solved through simple negotiation, so he activated the "Ming Yu Gong" in his hand and suddenly bombarded the ground.
"His efforts have paid off, so won't I be finished tonight?"
The ice blue palm hit the ground, and brilliant ice chrysanthemums spread on the ground. The feet of the monk who rushed towards Han Feng were frozen by the ice, making him unable to move.
A black and white rotating yin and yang wheel appeared under Han Feng's feet, dragging Han Feng into the sky.
"During this trip to Cixin Zen Forest, Han Feng indeed received the Dharma's great love and was able to add "The Future Chapter of Whirling Maitreya". But Han also dared to fight, after all, he faced the incarnation of the evil Buddha... I don't owe Cixin Zen Forest...
…I’m afraid I can’t explain what happened today. In this case, Han Feng has no choice but to leave first and wait for the opportunity to explain to you again.”
Saying that, Han Feng looked at Zen Master Yuanlu.
"Zen Master, I'm sorry. I promised you to wait for two days, but it seems that it won't work... Please be careful with Elder Zhitong. Please don't try to stop me. I want to leave today, and no one can stop me."
Before anyone else could express their feelings, Elder Zhitong finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up, hitting Han Feng with his golden palm like a fly swatter.
"Evil! Don't even think about escaping!"
The golden palm hit Han Feng, and the "Secret Technique of the Great Wheel" combined with the "Six Paramitas of Giving" technique caused an explosion of Buddhist energy in the sky.
However, there is a huge black demonic energy hanging in the Buddha's aura.
The power of invisible thoughts was activated, just like the top of Mount Tai. Zen Master Zhitong fell to the ground in an instant as if he was struck by lightning.
Many monks looked up at the sky and saw a cloud of black air, with no figure of Han Feng in the middle.
This black energy is like a Buddha or a demon, brewing the profound Buddhist principle of "not on this shore, not on the other shore, not in the middle".