Numerous attacks, magic weapons, talismans, spells, etc. that are no longer preserved are like exploding fireworks, charming and deadly, swarming towards me.
There was a hint of helplessness on the young monk's simple face. The Taoist priest with a calf-nosed nose in the distance refused to rescue him and had to force him to break the great precept... Sin, sin, the young monk committed the precept of anger and lied again.
The wooden hammer held in his left hand gently struck the ordinary wooden fish suspended in front of him.
"Winter", the sound is not loud, but it is clearly audible among the many roars.
This strike seemed to hit the bottom of people's hearts, and even Zhang Wenfeng, who was turning in the air more than ten miles away, was affected. He turned his head and saw a white light blooming from the colorful mountaintop, which was very dazzling.
There seems to be rolling thunder in the sky to cheer up, ethereal, majestic and dull.
All attacks were bounced back by the spreading white light, and were returned to the bandits doubled.
No matter how hard you attack, the result will be heavy.
Many bandits who had been "fighting" with the entangled monk for more than two months were frightened and stunned, while others reacted very quickly and desperately activated their life-saving magic weapons and fled down the mountain diagonally, just wanting to leave. Monk, stay away.
You can't fly into the air to escape. Under such power, there will be no bones left.
Who would have thought that the monk who was beaten and fled in panic every time by relying on their strength of numbers would be such a powerful master?
Their leader, the "Qingzhu Mountain God" who was in charge of Yu'ao Ridge, said personally that although the monk had a late second-level cultivation level, he was not good at fighting. He was a guy who was good at escaping and had a good talk, so they drove him around. Ambush the monk.
The violent wind swept, the light splashed, "Bang Bang Peng Peng" and screams, each figure was swept to pieces and fell in all directions, without any resistance, and the broken limbs and blood were scattered like rain.
In the blink of an eye, no one was standing on the hilltop that had been besieged just now, except for the monk whose white light gradually faded and was revealed. His bald head was dazzling, as if adding a ray of light to the world.
"Sin, sin. In order to protect myself, the young monk had to use the magical power of the Buddha. Please forgive me for the sin of killing...Namo Amitabha!"
The young monk had a bitter look on his face and looked at the bloody mess all over the mountain. He dropped the wooden hammer and sword in his hands, clasped his hands together, and turned to the west to beg the Buddha for forgiveness.
Alas, why is it so difficult to put down the butcher's knife to save those in need?
A group of idiots had ruined his mood. His face suddenly twisted in pain, his eyebrows twitched, and he tried his best to suppress the murderous thoughts growing in his heart.
Years of hard training have come to nothing. The veins on the monk's palms clasped together on his chest are swollen, and his breath is rising and falling.
The trap that restrained him no longer existed, and the trees and grass on the mountain top, and even the rocks protruding from the ground, were all smashed to pieces. This was the result of the monk's control and not using all his strength to explode the Buddha's treasure.
Several second-level bandits who saw the opportunity early escaped and suffered serious injuries.
They rolled down to the bottom of the mountain and lay there, not daring to move. Feeling the violent aura on the mountain, their hearts beat with fear, and each one of them cursed their leader in their hearts to the point of eternal damnation.
You deliberately framed them, right?
They provoke such powerful guys over and over again. It's a miracle that they can survive to this day.
Zhang Wenfeng watched the sudden change on the mountain in the distance with cold eyes. He had no idea. He also saw the crisis the monk faced, which seemed to be on the line between life and death.
He guessed that the monk had been holding back and never made a fatal move, and now that he had caused so many casualties, he must have broken some kind of "heart warning" and caused backlash. He had no intention of helping, and he didn't know how to save the monk who was about to go crazy.
What does other people’s affairs have to do with him?
The monk's life and death had nothing to do with him. Even though the spy Fan Chongfeng was lying at the bottom of the mountain seriously injured and his face was stained with blood, he had no intention of reaching out to rescue him.
In fact, he was not even prepared to watch the excitement, and said to the donkey who was watching with gusto: "Let's go!"
The donkey was surprised and shouted: "Master, do you...should we destroy those bandits?"
It was not a mind-cultivation group and did not see the monk's crisis. It only thought that the monk was forced to kill too many people at once, and felt so guilty that his face was distorted.
In its mind, monks represent the righteous side, and those who besiege are naturally bad guys and gangsters.
To eliminate the gangsters is to act chivalrously and righteously. The old cripple told him that he must eliminate all evil.
No matter how many gangsters are killed, it will not affect the donkey.
Zhang Wenfeng stood still in the air and asked calmly: "Who is the gangster and who is the good? How do you decide?"
The spy Fan Chongfeng lurked among the gangsters in the wild. He must have been complicit in many evil deeds, but can we say that he is a villain and a gangster? Isn't it for the sake of his own righteousness to endure humiliation and bear the burden?
To the Da'an Dynasty, what Fan Chongfeng did was good.
What about the evil he has done?
The donkey almost scratched his head and ears. If it had hands, why would the viewer be confused?
Isn't this obvious? Anyone with eyes can tell that the guys who clamored for siege earlier are a group of gangsters. A monk who has never been ruthless can be called merciful, but he still needs to judge?
Even the three little spirits lying in the gaps between the vine leaves were dissatisfied with what the viewer said.
"The monks are the good guys, and those guys are the bad guys!"
Lu Xiner couldn't understand Donkey's words, but she understood Donkey's meaning. After getting along for a long time, she could communicate through movements and eyes. She supported Donkey's opinion in a low voice.
The other two little fairies quickly nodded in agreement.
At this moment, several green and cold lights protruded from the top of the mountain. They were divided into four directions and stabbed fiercely at the monk who was trembling all over. Amidst the screams, dust rose up, and the murderous intention was fierce.
The donkey yelled: "I'm going to help the monk!"
It has a problem with the master of the temple. The master has been sitting on a tree and practicing for almost two months. Could it be that there is something wrong with his brain during cultivation?
I discovered the problem yesterday and spent the whole night trying to stabilize my breath, but now my thoughts are no longer right.
It understands how to live alone, but it goes against its principles.
Even though the distant water could not save the near fire, the donkey decided to help the monk instead of sitting idly by.
It can’t just sit back and do nothing!
Zhang Wenfeng didn't care and didn't object. He followed the impatient donkey. He was worried about the safety of the three little spirits on the donkey's back. The person who showed up on the mountain to assassinate the monk was a master, and he hadn't shown up yet. He shouldn't be underestimated. .
The monk was quite embarrassed, waving his sleeves and hitting the cold green light.
At this time, his hands were empty and his whole body felt weak. He hurriedly reached out to grab the hammer and sword that fell to the ground a few feet away.
The green light flashed and swept away the monk's hammer and sword in advance.
Countless roots rushed toward the monk from all directions, from the ground up to the sky, like a giant net. Only in the small area under his feet were there no roots as ferocious as living things.
The monk's face was as red as blood, and his eyes were also red. He stared at a place on the mountain and shouted:
"Po Zhutou, you are looking for death!"
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