Chapter 294 Coercion

The sinister heart of little Shami is really annoying.

The halberd turned his head and stared at him calmly, trying to see how the other party explained it.

The little fat Buddha also turned around and stared at him.

Little Shami smiled softly: "The benefactor misunderstood me. It's not that the little monk wanted to blackmail you with this. Twenty years ago, when I came out of the mountain, I had an agreement with someone not to take the initiative to intervene in the affairs of the world. I just acted as a 'divine mage' and a bystander. Therefore, I said earlier that I have no The law is borrowed from you, and you have to wait until a hundred years later. A trace of wisdom flashed in his clear eyes, "But it's not without exception. If the female Bodhisattva on the island agrees, the little monk can't lend you the Lotus Sutra."

The painting halberd lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment. Huo Ran looked up and said, "Is the female Bodhisattva you talking about from Tiance?"

Little Shami nodded and smiled, saluted him, and then walked to the Buddha platform, sorted out the Buddha platform that was messed up by the little fat Buddha, and then recited the Buddha's name to the golden Buddha statue on the platform: "Amitabha Buddha!"

The other party's meaning is very obvious. There is no doubt that the female Bodhisattva must be a woman in the sedan chair.

But why does little Sami have to get the consent of the other party to help?

The young little Sami seemed to see through himself, looked back and whispered, "Lord, you know who the female bodhisattva is, and I have nothing to do with the female bodhisattva. I just observe everything in the world as a bystander."

The halberd frowned. Little Sami's words were unclear, but he still got a hint of information from it. I'm afraid that the other party's connection with the woman in the sedan chair is not deep, but the woman in the sedan chair has the ability to order Xiao Shami to violate all her duties of watching the world and let him do something.

But why does the woman in the sedan chair help herself? The painting halberd puzzled that he and the other party could be said to be immortal enemies. The other party directly led to the blood slaughter of Yanziping, and even killed the master Qingshan and the childhood sweetheart Mumu. And he is a 'demon star' in the eyes of the other party. When the two sides meet, it must be an endless end.

He gritted his teeth and struggled endlessly in his heart. After all, he resisted the revenge of killing the master and risked his life to seek the help of the woman in the sedan chair. Or don't care about the life or death of your precious son in Shamen?

He turned his head impatiently and looked at the angry elephant beside him. Finally, regardless of etiquette, he spit on the ground: "Master Shenxiu, I just asked, how can I ask the woman in the sedan chair to help me?"

Little Sami put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, just go directly."

This is the same as if you didn't say it. The painting halberd was dissatisfied and looked at the other party. Little Shami shook his head and smiled softly: "The monks don't talk about slander."

Now I can only believe him once for the time being: "Master Shenxiu, let's go together?"

Little Sami shook his head: "The benefactor will go by himself, and the little monk will stay here and wait."

The halberd said, aren't you sting people? The sixth-order monks on Ren Island are now not even enough to describe. They are completely like the hair on the brush, dense and countless. In this way, one person's mouthful of saliva is enough to die twice.

Little Shami saw his concerns, lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, and took out a rune paper from the monk's clothes that I don't know what it was painted: "This is a good charm. I made it with the great magic power. I tore up this charm. No matter where I am, I can return directly to Yuquan Temple in an instant. If you go to Ren Island before this trip, if you feel dangerous, then Use this letter directly.

This yellow spiritual charm is not amazing. This spiritual charm is like ordinary rune paper, nothing special, but a faintly feels a trace of aura fluctuation from the inside. It's not as magical as little Sami said.

Xiao Shami smiled and said, "The monks don't talk about slander. If you don't believe it, that's all. The Fu Zhi paper given to you is slightly exceeded my duties. If I do more, I will definitely not escape the end of the destruction of the world."

The halberd gritted his teeth and thought about Xiao Shami's words carefully, but in an instant he made up his mind: "Then I'll go to People's Island."

Little Sami put his hands together: "Good."

The painting halberd is not nonsense. With the old man Xue, the little fat Buddha simply pushed open the door of the hall. The disciples wearing formal sea blue vests outside saw these people coming out and hurriedly worshipped.

Little Shami also came out of the inside: "Let's send Master Huineng, and follow you back to Baoling Temple."

The disciples sang together, then got up, beat two drums and one bell, and bid farewell to Master Huineng and the little fat Buddha.

The two monks Zhicheng and Zhiche who came with him discussed Buddhism far away from the monks of Yuquan Temple. Hearing two drums and one bell, they all carried the front piece of Haiqing Dharma clothes in their right hand and hurriedly ran to Master Huineng.

Little Sha Mi relaxed ten miles away to show his 'respect'.

All the way back to Baoling Temple. After hearing such a powerful news, Master Huineng did not respond at all. Instead, he returned to the temple and presided over the daily homework in the temple as usual.

Buddha practitioners's homework is nothing more than chanting scriptures in the morning and evening, picking up materials and carrying water in the daytime, and doing some physical work. They don't want to use splitting materials to carry water to improve their cultivation, but to use this situation to understand their bodies and their own minds.

The painting halberd did not decide to leave for the People's Island immediately at this moment. After all, he can't risk going to the People's Island just by hearing the words of little Shami.

He found Master Huineng who was sitting in the house and sat down on the ** in his house. As a result, his buttocks were clucked by the hard bed board, and he grinned in pain.

When Master Huineng saw him come in, he slowly opened his eyes and did not speak, but looked at himself calmly.

The halberd didn't want to play the Zen machine, so he went straight to the point and said, "How many peaks are there on the Devil Island?"

Master Huineng's eyes were calm: "There are thousands of mountains. Although I don't know who Shi is looking for, it will definitely take a few days to search for the tens of thousands of peaks on the evil island one by one."

The halberd nodded. In addition to the dense forest, there are mountains and thousands of peaks. It is impossible to search carefully one by one. Moreover, if the power with a hat wants to hide, it must be very hidden. If he wants to find him, it is difficult. Even when searching for the peaks, a little negligence may be missed. .

If only the fiery red python robe in the illusion array was there at this time. The other party's heavenly way can listen to everything. No matter who the enemy is, there is no place to escape.

After lowering his eyebrows and thinking for a moment, he still didn't give up and continued to ask, "Are there any particularly strange peaks on the evil island... Well, I mean, the kind of peaks that no one usually goes back to."

Master Huineng shook his head without thinking and said, "The donor should know that on the evil island, except for a few disciples of our Buddhist monks who stay in the temple to practice their own bodies, most of the disciples like to live in the open air, drink dew on the pillow stone, and understand their bodies in the difficult bad environment, so the whole evil On the ghost island, the more difficult the place is, the more children of the Buddha sect will be, and the ordinary caves are occupied by many temples. Therefore, there is no place on the devil island like the benefactor.

The halberd sighed. He didn't have much hope, and it was expected to get such a result. He patted his buttocks, stood up, and was ready to push the door out. As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "So what's in the Shamen?"

Master Huineng shook his head again: "I have only held the position of Niu Er in Nanzong for only a thousand years, but I have followed the will of the five generations of Zu Hongren and have never set foot in the Shamen, so I don't know what's inside."

The halberd's eyes burst out: "So that is to say, when Qin Tianhe entered the Shamen of Destiny, you didn't know?"

His words hit the nail on the head. He has long suspected that Master Huineng has been hiding something. Every time he asked about the things in the Shamen of Destiny, he passed by vaguely, but if he really didn't know what happened in the Shamen of the Destiny, who put Qin Tianhe in 900 years ago? You should know that you can't enter the Shamen without the Lotus Sutra.

And the Buddha gate and the demon gate have always been different. If Qin Tianhe does not suddenly disappear, according to the development speed of the Red Earth Demon Sect, it is almost unified the posture of Hell Island. How can Yuquan Temple accommodate such a big devil?

Master Huineng put his hands together: "Amitabha, the monk does not speak false words."

The painting halberd smiled softly. The monk's sentence is easy to seal other people's doubtful words, but he doesn't eat this.

"Since you don't know, how did Qin Tianhe enter the Shamen? Does he also have the Lotus Sutra?

Master Huineng was speechless, and his white beard floated on his chest. He pointed to the sky and hit the front.

The painting halberd knows what he means, 'The secrets cannot be revealed, and all kinds of fates have not arrived, so don't ask more.'

So there was a burst of anger in my heart. Regardless of the image, I flipped over the square table in the room, and the square table hit the wall that had been painted again and smashed into a pool of rotten wood.

"Some people are getting more and more confused. Don't you understand the situation in front of you? I have some fate with Master Shenxiu, but I can't help you, but you, a leader of the Southern Sect, play Zen with me? Have you had a pair of wise eyes? How much blood is stained in my hand that you can't see? Why should I care about adding 2 to 800 lives in Baolin Temple District? The halberd put his hands on his knees and bent down to force the old monk Huineng.

"If the donor wants to get bodhichitta, it's better to have good intentions." The old monk Huineng closed his eyes, put his hands together, and recited the scriptures.

The halberd stood up, straightened up the messy clothes, and took out the cucumber from the beard ring with his backhand: "Before I eat this cucumber, I advise you to make a decision. At that time, don't blame me for killing all the disciples of Baolin Temple one by one, and let the blood of this group of Buddhist saints stain the southern supreme temple."

The old monk Huineng still reads the scriptures without saying a word.

The halberd is chewing cucumbers while staring at each other.

As a result, a cucumber was finished, and the old monk Huineng didn't mean to open his eyes.

The halberd said calmly, "I gave you a chance. Since you won't treat me, then I can't help it." With that, he walked leisurely out of the gate and grabbed the collar of a passing young monk.

The little monk looked at himself trembling, and his eyes were quite frightened.

The painting halberd smiled softly. The whole Baolin Temple knew that he was a murderous guy, but he was not ready to explain anything and reached out to cut off the innocent little monk's head.

At this time, a voice finally came from the house: "Lord, don't kill more. Please come in. I'll tell you one thing."

The halberd smiled and put the little monk down. Because of excessive panic, the little monk did not know what had happened. As soon as his legs and stomach were weak, he collapsed to the ground. He opened his mouth wide, but could not make any sound. He could only cry silently. Obviously, he was severely frightened.

"Is this scary? The world is far more horrible than you think. What other Buddhism do you want to learn? It's really sad to learn this. Buddhism is full of false compassion, trying to change the heavenly determination of wolves eating sheep. What is the evil outside world? The halberd bent down and gently stroked the little monk's bare head: "It is not necessarily the devil who kills decisively. What has never been killed may be the most bone-eating monster in heaven and earth."