Chapter 9 Damage
I didn't see it well. In front of me was Li Guang, who was covered in black and gray, with a few fierce men, scolding and rushing all the way.
I saw that Li Guang had broken his right hand, and the wound was wrapped in gauze. Although his face was full of black and gray, he could not stop the awe-inspiring murderousness revealed in his eyes. Before he could speak, several men around him had already roared and rushed up.
With a sad face, he got up and looked at those people and slowly closed his eyes. After watching it, my heart was half cold. I knew that I couldn't run away, but I didn't want to watch them take away Nirvana.
Seeing that a man in sportswear had run forward, his mouth was constantly gasping, and he raised his hand to split his neck.
I subconsciously retreated, but I saw that the bitterness suddenly slapped and hit his heart. In the blink of an eye, the man had rolled down the hillside. Several men who were climbing halfway up the mountain were first shocked, and then there was a wind under their feet and rushed to the bitterness. As soon as I saw the sharp steps of those people, I knew that they were all practitioners.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help worrying about suffering. I didn't want to implicate him. At worst, I was arrested by them, but I never expected that the suffering would suddenly take action.
Looking at those men with red eyes, they shouted and raised their feet to kick the bitter head. I was secretly shocked. These people seemed to have no rules and kicked them, but when I heard the sound of breaking the wind, I knew that it was not empty.
Looking at the bitterness, he suddenly opened his eyes and raised his palm to hit the man's soles. I was surprised and said that my arms couldn't twist my thighs. The old monk used his palms to put his hands on the soles of other people's shoes. Isn't he looking for death?
I didn't have time to think about it, so I have to rush up to help. If I am kicked by this kick, I guess I will be disabled even if I don't die. Between the lightning and firestones, he saw a sudden change in the shape of his hand, and his two fingers were put together and inserted directly into the sole of the man's shoes.
I only heard a scream. The man had flown far away, hit a big tree in front of the temple heavily, covered the thigh hit by bitterness with one hand, pointed at the bitterness, hummed, and fainted.
The remaining men ignored the man, shouted loudly, and rushed to the bitterness. However, the suffering was not chaotic in the face of danger. The footwork moved gently, raised his hand urgently, and hit those people's thighs.
Those men failed and were dodged by hardship. In surprise, they saw them suddenly retreat a few steps, covered their thighs, and lay on the ground and shouted.
"Amitabha, Laoqi hurt one of your legs today. I hope you can do it well and don't do it for the tiger..." Sudu withdrew his right hand and sighed.
I was surprised to see that the old monk could burn as a firewood with a dry bone stick, but it was really not easy for those people to move.
But Li Guang, who had been watching at the foot of the mountain at this time, couldn't stand still and shouted, "Old miscellaneous hair, there are still two fucking things. I want you to die!"
Hearing Li Guang's tone, he was obviously furious. He suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist, raised his hand and shot Kudu. However, seeing that the bitterness did not change, his hands were folded, and his right foot suddenly rolled up a stone and suddenly kicked the stone into the air.
I could only hear a crisp sound, and the stone just hit the bullet spinning rapidly in mid-air, and the sparks splashed and bounced elsewhere.
I only heard from the fourth uncle that the monks of Shaolin Temple are invulnerable, but I have never seen anyone who can block bullets from the sky with gravel. Looking at the pain and pain, I can't help but be stunned.
Li Guang was obviously surprised after seeing it. He shouted crazily and was about to shoot again, but before he raised his pistol, he suddenly rushed out of his back and hit Li Guang in the head. Li Guang was hit in the back of the head. Li Guang was hit by the stick and stood unsteadily. He looked back at the man and fell to the ground unwillingly.
I fixed my eyes and saw that the person holding the stick was the apprentice of suffering - holding the precepts. He threw away the wooden stick in his hand and hurried to this side. He looked bitterly at the figure running halfway up the mountain, shook his head and sighed slowly, and sighed, "Injustice..."
He ran to Kudu, constantly gasping for breath and crying a little. He said to Kudu, "Master, let's go quickly. Just now, before we went down the mountain, we met an old man full of evil faces, and took action to kidnap the eldest brother and the second brother..." Halfway, he couldn't help crying and crying in the arms of suffering. Get up.
After listening to the buzzing of my head, I guessed that it was the old boy of life and death, but I didn't expect him to be so vicious. These monks have no grudge against him and can also be killed.
"Oh, it's him." Looking bitterly at the old man walking down the mountain, he said slowly.
I followed my bitter eyes and saw that the man was dressed in white and danced with the wind. There seemed to be a lot of power when he walked around. It was the thinness of life and death that fell into the cracks of the ground!
He looked up at us and then at Li Guang lying on the ground. He smiled and walked slowly towards us. I don't know how he escaped from the crack, but looking at the scars on his face, I know that he must have suffered a lot.
"Master of bitterness, do you still know me?" Life and Death Bo took a look at me and asked about the bitterness loudly.
Kudu shook his head and read the Buddha's name, his face looked desolate, and said to life and death, "Of course I know it, but I didn't expect that your greed would become so heavy."
After hearing this, Bo laughed and said, "The master made fun of me. I'm just a mustard mortal world. I can't compare with you living Buddhas who eat fasting and recite scriptures all day long. After death, you can be reborn in the west."
When he saw life and death, his eyes turned red and shouted that he was about to rush to life and death, but he was restrained by suffering and could not move.
"If you want people not to die, be a living dead first. Don't be obsessed with it, and then create evil!" Suffering slowly said.
After listening to it, Bo laughed and said to Kudu, "The master's meditation machine is too deep to understand!"
'Ah, after saying that, Bo shouted loudly and raised his hand to grab me. I was shocked. I stepped back a few steps, picked up a big stone, roared, and smashed at Life and Death Bo. I just watched the life and death sideways dodged the big stone and walked towards me quickly.
When he was secretly disheartened, he heard the bitterness of chanting the Buddha's name, five fingers into claws, and clasped the thin left shoulder of life and death in the air.
Life and death frowned and turned back in a hurry. His anger overflowed with words, and his one leg became a whip, and suddenly hit the bitterness. The bitterness retreated repeatedly, but the thin whip legs of life and death also followed. I can't avoid the pain, so I have to resist it with my hands.
There was a muffled sound, and the thin leg of life and death was clamped with the sound of breaking wind, and it abruptly hit the half-lifted arms of bitterness.
Suffering was repelled by a few steps by life and death, but he saw that life and death hit the front again. The palm edge was like a knife, and he split into the bitterness. After looking at it bitterly, his eyes changed slightly, and suddenly stretched out his two fingers and went straight to the thin chest of life and death.
The two of them made a move at the same time, but they could not resist. A thin palm of life and death hit the head of the bitterness, and a red mark appeared on the bitter scalp. The eyes are not shining.
In the blink of an eye, the two fingers of bitterness also hit the heart of life and death. The thin face of life and death showed bitterness, covering the heart and retreated a few steps.