Chapter 377 Sweeping Monk

There are really such people in the world, and not one, but a group.

Unlike the disciples of Brahma Buddhism on the soul martial arts continent, they are like iceberg snow lotus, spotless, and still have not changed their faces in the face of unmatchable souls.

Knowing that it can't be done, it may be a kind of pedantic in the eyes of others. Wang Deacon's cultivation of refining his soul into beads is a real magnificent pressure, but it is precisely because of this that Zhao Haoran admires it even more.

A person can be very embarrassed, can burn and loot for life, and even wantonly kill and abuse in order to vent his dissatisfaction, but he must have his own belief that he will not change even at the end of the world.

In Zhao Haoran's view, such a person is a real person. Good and evil deeds are told by others. Everything will have two sides, but faith is indispensable. Otherwise, it is just a walking dead walking in the stream of people, which has no meaning.

The old monk with a group of disciples is obviously focusing on cultivation. They do not have strong cultivation, but they have an indestructible belief that such people can achieve excellent results no matter what they do.

With a different obsession, Zhao Haoran came to today step by step. With such a strong cultivation, a huge guardian family shocked him.

"If the sky doesn't go well with me, then I will go against the sky!"

Haiya's death Zhao Haoran can't accept it. If he goes with the sky, he can get the power of the rules. The owner's enviable terrible strength can easily control the life and death of a person living under the rules.

But all this is not what Zhao Haoran longs for. He just wants to seek the persistence in his heart and protect his loved ones, which is enough.

The old monk in front of him is a real disciple of Brahma.

The doctrine of Brahma Buddhism is about great love. For the sake of the dawn of the world, people can ignore their lives. Everything has spirits, and sweeping the ground is afraid of hurting ants' lives.

In front of him is a seriously injured person, regardless of whether he is noble or low, and he is a life. They will never let it go.

People are always very strange. Huangfu Xiong, who is inferior to Huangfu's family and gives people a steady and honest image, has found an unprecedented sense of superiority in these branches of Brahma.

"Old monk, for the last time, our Huangfu family and Fanzong's well water did not violate the river. If you insist on helping him stand up today, then..." Without saying anything sounds more terrible than complete.

The old monk is like a wooden stake, and he was born with no change in expression. "Amitabha, I hope you two can raise your hands. This person is already so seriously injured. I'm afraid it will be difficult to set off any storm again. Why don't you spare him once?"

Huang Fuxiong and Deacon Wang snorted coldly at the same time. The seemingly weak Zhao Haoran in front of him will still not give up so easily, just like a seriously injured wolf, which will leave an unforgettable price for the enemy before he dies.

What's more, this wolf is still a terrible wolf with strong resilience. It is free and will be hit back in less than two days.

"Don't talk nonsense with them, a group of stubborn monks." Deacon Wang had no patience to wait any longer.

took a step forward, and the delicate palm contained great power. The old monk did not hesitate to block it, but his cultivation was different and there was no room for resistance at all.

Deacon Wang gently pushed, and the old monk was squeezed aside. The bent back seemed to be Deacon Wang declaring that his territory was inviolable.

In Mercury, a strange place, everyone should learn to keep a low profile. No matter how arrogant Deacon Wang is, he will have scruples.

The old monk seemed to have no feeling and still blocked it calmly. It was pitiful that the rest of the disciples were poorly cultivated. Huang Fuxiong was very easy to completely control it, while Zhao Haoran turned into an outsider.

He didn't mean to take action. He watched the old monk being blown away again and again like a sandbag, not ruthless, but knowing that he was incompetent.

"I know that you won't be willing to die, but now you are an ant who can pinch you to death at any time." Deacon Wang smiled ferociously, and with that one-eyed eye, it was a night fork that could scare children to cry.

"Lord, please make way. The leaves under your feet are also life. You can't trample them at will. It's really a sin. Yes, the benefactor is talking about you. Why don't you listen? Don't make it easy. Don't be so lazy, can you get rich by hard..."

What a mess is this? Deacon Wang was dizzy when he heard it, but he obediently moved away and spared those poor fallen leaves.

A sloppy monk carried a broom and swept every inch of the temple seriously. The clean ground formed a strong contrast with his clothes, but he muttered unconsciously and seemed not to see the scene in front of him.

"Hey, benefactor," the sloppy monk stopped Deacon Wang again. "It doesn't matter if you collapse the temple. Don't hurt the grass and tree here. Look, how cute these little creatures are. Can you have the heart to trample on them? Let's talk..."

The sloppy monk seemed to have not talked to anyone for hundreds of years, talking endlessly, and every broom swept over Deacon Wang, making him more and more irritable.

"Crazy monk, don't make trouble, make me angry, and kill all the monks in your temple."

The sloppy monk ignored it at all, "Oh, donor, I see that your printing hall is black, a big sign, or you still leave quickly. Maybe you can avoid this disaster. Forget it, who calls me a warm-hearted person."

The sloppy monk smiled and said, "Let me help you sweep away the bad luck."

After saying that, he grabbed the broom and swept over at Deacon Wang's face. Not to mention that he was a strong man who refined his soul into beads, even a martial artist with a little skills in the mortal world would not be easily swept away.

However, Deacon Wang seemed to be evil and did not move to meet the broom.

Even Huangfuxiong was dumbfounded. What's the situation?

The crazy monk smiled and said, "That's right. I'll help you sweep away your bad luck and leave here. I'm sure you're safe. Amitabha, I'm so kind."

Deacon Wang was ashamed and angry. He didn't understand what had happened before. Suddenly, he seemed to lose consciousness. For a moment, when he was awake, it was too late, and the broom had hit him in the face.

Several unclear marks waved flags and shouted on Wang Deacon's face, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.

Zhao Haoran's eyes flashed, and he seemed to see a little way. This sweeping monk was absolutely unusual, inexplicable, and his behavior was even more strange.

But the disciples of the Brahman sect, including the old monks, all looked respectful, and Wang Deacon had no time to take care of this.

"Crazy monk, I won't kill you today, and I swear not to be a human."

Deacon Wang's one-eyed fierce light burned his anger and burned his reason.

The sloppy monk seemed to be very frightened. He was so scared that he threw down the broom, turned around and ran away. Deacon Wang seemed to be determined and had already forgotten Zhao Haoran, and his eyes turned red.

"Deacon Wang, business is important." Huang Fuxiong is about to collapse, as if he encounters all kinds of difficulties every time he wants to kill Zhao Haoran.

"Don't worry, you can't miss it." Deacon Wang said coldly.

"It scared me to death, scared me to death." The sloppy monk rushed around with his head and looked back, which made Deacon Wang even more resentful.

But he seems to be a rabbit, and he can't catch it no matter what. He is always one step away. It's obviously about to catch it, but it's still empty.

Even Huangfuxiong found something abnormal, but he couldn't remind him. The old monk stopped Zhao Haoran. With Huangfuxiong's cultivation, he was not sure to repel this strange disciple of Brahma.

At the same time, he returned to one and lost the silver beads. Huangfuxiong was a little worse than ordinary fellow souls, which was really extremely distressed.

"Look where you are going this time!" Deacon Wang's anger became more and more angry, and in his eyes, there was nothing but a sloppy monk.

"Die!"

Wang Deacon pinched and found that the lower magic power was used out smoothly, and the dilapidated temple swayed under the magic power.

Covering dozens of miles around, Deacon Wang has long forgotten his original intention. Even if he attracts the attention of other strong people, he will kill this crazy monk.

The so-called magic power is that it can already cause visions of heaven and earth. In places like Mercury, the magic power is often much more powerful than in other places, because the aura is sufficient to a terrible extent.

The power generated by collisions is also extremely fing.

"I'm scared to death, scared me to death, please forgive me." The sloppy monk shouted for his life, but there was no panic or fear in his eyes, which was very interesting.

Without any warning, Wang Deacon's magical power disappeared inexplicably.

"Crazy monk, what demon method have you used? I will peel your skin and study it carefully."

"Amitabha, benefactor, what have I done wrong? You want to peel my skin. How can you live without skin? If you have no skin, can you still live? If possible, I would like to try..." The sloppy monk smiled and didn't know when he would get a broom in his hand again. "Today's temple is not happy. Welcome guests, please come back."

With a wave of the broom in his hand, Deacon Wang and Huangfu Xiong disappeared. It seemed that they had never appeared before, and everything returned as usual. The temple was still shaking as usual, but it never collapsed.

"Thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome. I think you are predestined with me, Brahma. If you are willing to throw yourself into my door, it will be a smooth road in the future."

Zhao Haoran's eyes turned around. There was indeed no free banquet in the world, but this was not a bad thing. "The senior's cultivation is extraordinary. I don't know if there are any other conditions for worshipping you as a teacher."

The sloppy monk took two steps forward, and a rotten question came to his nose. Zhao Haoran didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel it. This man's cultivation was definitely much more terrible than expected, but this quirk was a little unbearable.