Chapter 145 Born in the red dust, died in the red dust
The sun is scorching hot and the yellow sand is gorgeous.
In the desolation intertwined with sand and dust between the city and the city, a monk in linen clothes showed no sadness or joy on his face. He held Buddhist rituals in both hands and walked silently on a pair of worn-out straw sandals.
One step at a time!
Wherever his footsteps tread, there is billowing red dust; and what falls behind him, whether it is sand or a city, can be called the world.
The world is always half a step behind you, but the world of mortals is always half a step ahead!
Gradually, noisy flying sounds came from the airspace behind. In the surrounding area, which was not a small area, crowds began to gather for no reason, but they all stopped at just the right distance.
"The perfect master of Thief Zhao is coming soon, why doesn't he run away?"
"Does this number one leader have a death wish?"
"What a pity. This is an eminent Buddhist monk. He punishes evil and promotes good. God really doesn't open his eyes!"
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Monk Yanji ignored everything and continued walking without stopping or looking.
"What a careless monk. He killed my nephew and still dared to wander around the desert leisurely. Do you really think that the Western Desert belongs to your Buddhist world?"
"It's a pity that the three major temples have died, and the monks in the Western Desert have become lonely ghosts!"
"Stop, old man!"
It wasn't until a force of mystery struck that the space in front of him suddenly shattered. After the space was reunited, an old man with a swaggering beard appeared there, blocking the way forward, and he had to stop.
Monk Yanji looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his heart, and he bowed his head to the old man without looking at him: "Amitabha, this poor monk has eliminated countless evils in his life. Who are you referring to?"
Hearing this, the old man immediately became furious!
"Damn you thief Bald, you just killed him with a stick in a nearby area yesterday, why are you pretending to be stupid with me today!" The old man was dressed gorgeously, and you could see gold thread patterns on his collar and both cuffs.
"Zhao" is the word, "Are you blind? Can't you tell what family the tattoos on my body belong to?"
Only then did Monk Yanji raise his head, look at the other person, and said: "It turns out to be the elder Yuan Yuan of the great thief Zhao."
"Hmph!" Elder Yuanyuan of the Zhao family looked proud and said sternly: "I dislike you the most sanctimonious monks in my life. If you kill my junior, today will be your day of death. But..." He sneered sinisterly, "...
...Don’t even think about dying happily!”
"The poor monk didn't kill him."
"You!" Monk Yanji's attitude was calm, as if he was telling lies without changing his face. Elder Yuanman of the Zhao family was furious, "What? You don't dare to admit it now? But... it's too late!"
Monk Yanji said again: "Amitabha, this poor monk really didn't kill him."
Elder Yuanyuan of the Zhao family couldn't help but frown, did he admit the wrong person?
Wasn't it the monk in front of me who killed his descendants?
But before he could change his mind, he almost became so angry that he vomited blood.
Because, Monk Yanji said again: "The reason why he died was because he had evil thoughts in his heart. When I met the poor monk yesterday, he was relying on his cultivation to bully the weak and caused widespread massacre. The poor monk had a good heart, but it was just
I wanted to wake him up, but he couldn't bear it... and died. But he should thank me. If he doesn't thank me in this life, he will be grateful in the next life."
From behind, another loud voice came, with a melodious and tactful tone, but extremely hearty: "Hahaha, I won't thank you in this life, I will be grateful in the next life!"
The Zhao family in front of him was furious and wanted to get angry, but after hearing this voice, he suppressed his anger and bowed far behind Yanji.
The hearty voice continued: "Everyone says that the number one monk in Damingwang Temple is the real enlightened monk in this world. He is in the mortal world but does not know where the mortal world is. He is more powerful than his senior brother Yande who is in charge of the temple.
He is enlightened and more talented than the abbot of the Bodhi Temple. But he didn’t expect that he is also a smooth-talking fake monk who can only play tricks and deceive the common people.”
After he finished speaking, not long after, a solitary mountain came 'walking' from the undulating sand dunes in the distance, gradually approaching!
The onlookers immediately retreated a large distance in all directions, obviously full of fear.
The mountain is an isolated mountain, no less than a thousand feet high, with a majestic outline, but it is just an ordinary mountain peak, cut off from the root. The rocks, earth and trees are all mundane things, rather than being refined by great magic power. The flowers and plants on the mountain are lush, and they are different from the surrounding mountains.
The abandoned city with yellow sand looks out of place.
The reason why it moves is because it is carried on people's shoulders!
At the foot of the solitary mountain, a group of black dots supported the mountain. There were tens of thousands of them. They looked like a group of worker ants carrying food. They were so densely packed that it made one's scalp explode.
The Seven Thieves are all very particular about ostentation. The weight of such a mountain is staggering and requires the combined efforts of thousands of innate warriors to lift it.
For martial practitioners, as long as they have enough strength, it is not difficult to carry mountains. However, this method itself has no practical value and cannot be used to defend against enemies. It is only for false pomp and enjoyment. I am afraid it will only steal the door.
Only then would he do something this kind of funny, almost stupid.
On the lonely mountain, there are clusters of buildings.
At the highest point of the mountain, there is a spacious pavilion. If you focus your eyes, it is not difficult to find that there are five or six people sitting in the pavilion. And located halfway up the mountain and at the foot of the mountain, the total number of people is no less than a thousand, which can be said to be the entire background of Zhao Dathief.
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The five or six people in the pavilion are all in the Perfect Realm. Those on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain, except for dozens of elders of destruction and direct descendants of the Zhao family, the rest are mostly the Supreme Martial Emperor!
As for those low-status minions, they are only qualified to work as coolies carrying mountains below.
"Tomorrow, no matter what I say, you don't have to rush and come first. This monk will definitely not take the opportunity to escape."
In the pavilion, an old man with an old face and a long beard was the thief king of the Zhao family. He said to the elder Yuanman of the Zhao family who blocked the way of monk Yanji.
The name Yuanyuan hurriedly said: "Grandpa Zu knows things like a god."
Among the seven great thief kings, the thief kings from the Qi and Qin families are the most powerful, but the thief king from the Zhao family is the oldest.
This Thief King Zhao is the oldest among the seven. Moreover, Thief Zhao is a descendant of the Song Dynasty royal family in Middle-earth. Because his ancestors failed to seize the throne, he fled the desert and gradually developed into one of the Seven Thieves. In terms of demeanor,
It is said that Zhao Dathief's lineage is also the most elegant.
The Zhao Pirate King had no intention of going to the northwest to pay homage to the born Skeleton King, so he did not go with the other two Han and Wei Pirate Kings.
He looked dejected, as if his life was short-lived. This was probably the reason why he led his people to go straight here to find the ancient land of Qingdeng!
"It's not that I guess things like a god, but I guessed the identity of this monk." King Zhao Pirates said to Yanji, "Although you and I have never met, there are not many silly and cute monks like you in the world.
"
The Zhao Pirate King twisted his beard and smiled, looking like a very kind old man. He had no enmity with the Yanji monk, but was very friendly with him.
"Monk Fa, how about you turn around and show me?"
As the mountain approached, Monk Yanji did not turn around. Hearing the other party's words, he turned back with a calm expression and looked towards the pavilion on the top of the mountain.
"Good monk!" There was a hint of approval in King Zhao Pirate's voice, "You must have heard that the ancient immortals were born, giants smashed the city, the foundation of your Western Desert Buddhism has been destroyed, and all the monks have become benevolent, don't you think
Aren’t you sad?”
Yanji asked back: "Yesterday, one of your descendants' brains was smeared white and he died in a hideous state. In the end, he was beaten to tears by a poor monk. Isn't the King of Thieves sad?" After hearing this, the elder of the Zhao family Yuanman
He was so angry that he wanted to take action immediately and cut Monk Yanji's body into thousands of pieces. However, the Zhao Pirate King did not say anything, so he had no choice but to endure it.
"Hahaha, the monk is ruthless." This rhetorical question actually made Zhao Pirate King burst into laughter. "When you reach the age of old man, you will understand that the so-called grievances and hatreds are just passing smoke, and the old man's heart will die.
, so there is nothing to be hurt about.”
Yanji shook his head: "When you practice like a poor monk, you will understand that your so-called passing smoke and clouds are the backbone of this world. Your heart is not in this world, so it is no wonder that you are not far from death."
Zhao Thief King frowned slightly, this sentence made him particularly unhappy. He coughed violently several times, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.
"I don't hate the monk myself, but I can't say I like it. You are worthy of the title of 'First Walker', but you killed my descendants and I can't tolerate you in the house of robbery. I have to die today."
This is it.”
With a calm tone, he waved his hands to the few consummation experts around him: "I'm tired, you guys go meet the master and let everyone in the world see if the Buddhist monks really understand the suffering of the world.
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In the distant sky, the crowd of onlookers gathered together said in their hearts: This eminent monk will probably be tortured to death by the combined efforts of the several Perfection Emperors. Even if he wants to die happily, it will be difficult!
In some people's hearts, they can't help but feel regretful.
If the three major temples in the Western Desert were still there, thieves would still have some scruples, but the world is already in turmoil, and no one can save this lonely monk.
Next to King Zhao Pirates, three more Perfections flew down and surrounded Yanji in the center with the previous elder. Several auras of destruction began to brew, but they were not in a hurry!
Before the ancient earth appeared, they had plenty of time to torture this ignorant monk.
"Today, I want to fill your heart with resentment and make you unable to find peace after death. Even if there is a Buddhist Pure Land, even the Buddha will frown because of the torture you have suffered. Even the Pure Land will be too horrified by your experience.
I won’t accept you!”
The Zhao family member Yuanyuan stopped using his secrets, shouted loudly, and charged towards Yanji with bare hands.
Killing people with mysteries is not as good as punching to relieve the anger!
"Amitabha." Monk Yanji didn't mean to be afraid at all. He just had an extra demon-conquering pestle in his hand, "I was born in the mortal world and died in the mortal world. Why should a poor monk complain?"