Then it disintegrated into powder under Cui Ying'er's gaze that seemed to be able to burn everything, spinning and flying in the air.
Qi Zhener looked at his right hand in horror.
Starting from the tip of the middle finger, it burns and melts in the air inch by inch, turning into soot-like powder and blowing away in the wind.
The reason why the rest of her body was fine was because she happened to be sitting directly behind the monk, and only her right hand was exposed.
"ah!"
Qi Zhener let out a heartbreaking scream.
While retracting his arms, he hugged his knees, curled up as much as possible, turned pale, closed his eyes, and shivered.
The woman who turned into a monster outside was approaching lightly.
What followed was a breath of flames that seemed to be able to burn away the entire world and melt everything in the world.
Indescribable fear surged out of Qi Zhener's heart.
Everything that happened before her eyes was completely beyond her ability to understand.
She even felt a little regretful, why didn't she die with the young groom and the others just now?
Die early, die late, you are going to die anyway.
Why go through such cruel and desperate torture?
Bang!
There was another loud noise.
Qi Zhener's eyelids were closed again, fear and despair, as if a bloody mouth opened from the darkness, almost swallowing her up.
However, she gradually discovered that the burning aura of flames had disappeared.
She opened her eyelids.
The body trembled slightly.
The scene she saw before her eyes once again subverted her imagination.
Cui Ying'er, who turned into a zombie monster, failed to cross the remaining threshold of the inn.
Cui Ying'er's originally stiff but upright body was forced to bend by an invisible force, and she fell to her knees on the ground. Her body was shaking violently, obviously trying to break free from the suppression of this force.
However, this force is obviously not something Cui Ying'er can resist.
At this time, her whole body, even every pore, showed the powerlessness of a mantis trying to use its arms as a cart, or a cricket shaking a big tree.
Directly in front of Cui Ying'er, a tall monk in white robes held his right hand fingers together.
Although you can't see his expression or eyes, just by looking at his standing figure, you can imagine his indifferent face without sadness or joy.
And under his fingers, there seemed to be unimaginable power.
Before his fingertips even touched down, Cui Ying'er, who had already killed more than ten top masters of the Hidden Sect and turned into a monster, could not move and could only kneel down, trembling and whining.
"Is this an immortal?"
Qi Zhener murmured in a low voice, his face full of awe.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi glanced at Cui Ying'er who was struggling, and the sword rhyme hanging above his head surged again.
The sword pill whizzes, impatient.
Bang!
Cui Ying'er could no longer bear the heavy pressure of the sword rhyme, her limbs spread out, and her whole body fell to the ground.
Her soul was obviously gone. Even under the pressure of such humiliation, there was still no human look in her eyes. They were completely pale and hollow formed by the accumulation of ferocious anger and endless resentment.
And deep in her eyes.
That secret aura that didn't belong to her was also struggling fiercely.
It seems that he didn't expect that the mysterious master who saw through all his plans would be so strong!
"Holy Monk, please spare my life! I beg Holy Monk to show your noble hand and spare my sister!"
My roommate and I have been dependent on each other since childhood. We know very well that my roommate is simple and kind, but it was all because of me that she fell into the mud of the hidden door!
It would be no pity for me, Cui Hu, to die, but please forgive my sister!"
Cui Hu was still pleading, with a hint of crying in his voice.
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes, shouted loudly, and shouted coldly: "Noisy! Donor Cui, she is no longer your sister! Idiot, Idiot, this is obviously just a murderous corpse without a soul, why do you need to plead for mercy anymore?"
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Cui Huhun's body trembled violently and he burst into tears as he said, "I wish I could go to hell alone and suffer the torture of eighteen levels of purgatory, but I would also cherish the grace of the holy monk and pray to the Buddha... I hope the holy monk will show mercy!"
"Mage! Look!"
A surprised voice sounded from behind.
Zhou Yi looked indifferent, and he naturally saw the half-inch of golden light rising from the atrium of Cui Hu's soul corresponding to his body.
Although it is not even the size of a fingernail.
But it was this half-inch of golden light that allowed this newly deceased soul to resist the temptation of the soul-calling bell from afar.
"You, a vicious man who killed countless people and was full of evil, actually realized a trace of Buddha nature after your death? It seems that you listened to Master Danming's chanting. It is rare."
Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Cui Hu felt happy and raised his head with hope.
But what he saw was the white-robed monk using his fingers to draw a sword. The shadow flashed past and he slashed at Cui Ying'er without mercy.
A golden light fell from between the black clouds.
It's like a true Buddha opening his eyes and overlooking the vast world.
It is also like the sword of the gods, chopping down the human world.
Buzz!
The golden light falling from the sky suddenly enveloped Cui Ying'er.
Her body seemed to have sunk into the true flames of the sun, melting into millions of pieces of ashes, falling apart in an instant, and drifting apart in the autumn wind.
"No!"
Cui Hu witnessed his sister disappear into ashes and couldn't help but let out a heartbreaking scream.
His eyes were already blood red, and the half-inch of Buddha nature in his heart was crumbling.
He turned his back to the sky and let out a sharp ghostly roar.
His eyes were getting redder and redder, and the fierce resentment condensed into a red line, spreading downstream, and was about to overwhelm half an inch of Buddha's light in his heart.
At this moment, Cui Hu heard a chanting sound in his ears.
Some are like the chanting he heard day and night when he was imprisoned in the temple murals.
At that time, it was precisely because of the old monk's chanting that his desire to survive was stimulated and he was able to survive.
Soon Cui Hu realized that the person who was reciting Buddhist scriptures was the young monk who beheaded Cui Ying'er in front of him.
Although he couldn't understand it, he was vaguely aware that the young monk's Buddhist scriptures were far more magical and extraordinary than the life-extending Buddhist scriptures in the murals.
With the blessing of Buddhist scriptures, a little Buddha's light in his heart suddenly surged, overwhelming the fierce resentment.
Even in the body of a ghost, one can feel a heart-warming compassion and bliss.
The hostility in his heart gradually dissipated, and he no longer roared. He slowly lowered his head and muttered something.
'Perhaps as the holy monk said, relief in this way is not a bad thing for the tortured Ying'er, but it's a pity... alas...'
Cui Hu lamented in his heart.
The young monk's chanting became faster and faster.
Suddenly, the ray of light in front of him started to spin.
The ash fragments that had been scattered reappeared.
They gathered from all directions and piled up into the shape of a woman.
In the blink of an eye, Cui Ying'er reappeared under the brilliance of Yingying!
She knelt on her knees, clasped her palms together, and opened her eyes wide. Her expression was still blank, and the blood stains in her eyes were still there, but they had faded and become lighter.
After a while, her body trembled slightly.
It was as if something had returned to the body, and his eyes gradually became natural and lively.
She lowered her head and looked at her completely different body, feeling surprised, excited, and unbelievable.
After a long while, Cui Ying'er knelt down and worshiped the white-robed monk, showing great piety.
"Thank you to the holy monk for destroying Ma Lao's soul-binding rope, so that the little girl's soul can return to the body and be reborn."
She fell to the ground and kowtowed nine times in succession before standing up and turning to the trembling ghost in the air.
"Brother..."
If Cui Hu was still alive, he would have burst into tears.
At this time, with only his soul left, he looked ecstatically at his sister who had come back from the dead, but he could only cry and laugh like the wind.
After a while, he turned around and faced the monk in white who was still twirling his fingers and chanting in a low voice, with deep emotion in his eyes.
Then he looked up to the sky and screamed, and once again he prostrated deeply and worshiped.
"The Holy Monk is merciful! Mr. Cui is stupid and stupid! I didn't understand the Holy Monk's good intentions before. Please forgive me!"
Today Cui made an oath to the gods of heaven and earth, and to all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the sky!
As long as the holy monk is driven, even if Cui is trapped in the eighteenth level of purgatory, he will still serve as a pawn for the holy monk, and even if he is a ghost, he will still serve him to the death!"
"The same goes for Ying'er... I am willing to die for the holy monk!"
Cui Ying'er also prostrated on the ground and said after her brother.
The brother and sister were busy expressing their feelings and did not notice that a hint of surprise and understanding flashed in the eyes of the young monk opposite.