Chapter 113 Buddha

Yu Hanyan raised his long sword and waved his wrist gently. The body of the sword reflected the remnant sunlight, reflecting Yemore's closed eyes. Of course, this light could not affect such masters, but it also slightly changed his face.

The sword has become, and the next move is still the emperor's shocking sword.

Just as Yu Hanyan's tip of her feet was gentle and she wanted to fly out, a breeze suddenly brushed her face and lifted her hair. A fallen leaf floated and flew around, touching the blade of the sword. With a gentle slip, it split into two flat halves and scattered with the wind.

Yu Hanyan's footsteps stagnated, and his body, which had been shocked by the Thunderbolt, relaxed a little. She pressed the tip of the sword down slightly, stared and raised her eyebrows, and said, " Monk, if you turn back at this time, my family can spare your life!"

"You, persuade the poor monk to turn back?" Yemole was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth and smiled for a long time. He laughed so that the monk's robe trembled, and his male body trembled and showed his madness, "You are a vulgar woman who actually persuaded the Buddha to turn back! So bold, so bold! It seems that if the poor monk didn't use some magical power, he would let you underestimate my Buddha's majesty!"

He lowered two fingers of his right hand, flipped his palm, put his left wrist under his abdomen, and turned into a sharp Sanskrit chant in his mouth. In an instant, the light of Buddha surged on his body, and in an instant, he seemed to turn into a giant Buddha. His power was boundless, like an abyss like a prison, which made people want to worship.

When Bai Lang and He Zhongyi saw this Dharma, they suddenly seemed to stand unsteadily, their faces were like red tide, gasping for breath, and hurriedly retreated. Lin Muyao Muchengxue's two women in the carriage were even worse. Under such powerful pressure, they only felt that their whole bodies were no longer at their disposal. They were bound by an inexplicable force in the car, and even a little finger could not move.

The Buddha did not open his eyes, and his power was so horrible. Qin Yan's chest surged with qi and blood, and the blood formula automatically made a defensive state, which made a faint golden light shine on his face.

Yamolu flipped his palm and made another seal. He said slowly, "Whether it's two of you or three of you, the poor monks will not care. It's just a little more time. But after all, I am compassionate and can't bear to kill more evil. The poor monk also made an oath under the Buddha that people can't cross three or seven in a day. Today, there are two left. If you share them with your three benefactors, it will be difficult to do. The poor monk will give you a chance. If you give the scriptures in your hands, I will spare you once. Otherwise... Humph!"

The last hum, but it was like gold and iron, and the thunder exploded, which made Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan's bodies tremble together.

Qin Yan took a deep breath and took two steps against the abyss power. He said without looking back, "Brother He, Brother Bai, take the two ladies to stay away."

Bai Lang and He Zhongyi answered and quickly came up, carefully pulled the demon horse, turned the carriage around, and wanted to leave. But he heard Yemole shouting: "Hold! Where else does Miss Lin want to go?"

Suddenly, there was a tide of murderous intent, which made people unable to breathe. Endless golden light covered every inch of the space around, but there was no sense of light. The two of them fell into an ice cave, their hands and feet were paralyzed and could not move.

At this time, Yu Hanyan snorted coldly, and the long sword was raised, and the halo shadow of the sword like smoke and fog was rendered away, blocking most of the golden light of the Buddha statue. Her voice was like water and ice, and she said coldly, "The Mahayana Wanzang Sutra is in my family's pocket. If you want it, you can exchange it for it!"

While Jin Guang was dispersed, He Zhongyi and the two hurriedly drove up the carriage and quickly fled hundreds of meters away.

Yu Hanyan lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Not only you, but also the man hiding in the woods."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a rustling sound from the trees on the roadside. One person pulled out the branches and leaves and laughed, "Jade Beauty's words are not good. What a divine thing is the Mahayana Wanzang Sutra? Even if I count my younger brother's previous life and next life, I won't be blessed to take a look at it. Even if it takes my life, it is not worth the tip of the scriptures. So this 'exchange your life', I'm not blessed anyway!"

The man was dressed in black, with his hands on his chest, and a loose/unruly smile on his face. He came over lazily. It was Lu Li who he had only seen last night.

Lu Li walked ten steps away from the boulder set up by Yemole, looked at Yemole a few times, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Yo! This Buddha is so majestic. You must have shouted that voice just now, right? It's really scared that my younger brother is full of excitement, and now he still has a little urine. I don't know what the Buddha's name is. Where is Xianxiang? In case my little brother has any sequelae, it's better to find a reason.

Yamole nodded slightly: "Poor Yamole, I don't know this benefactor..."

Before he finished his words, he was interrupted by Lu Li: "Yemalu? Is it the one in the southwest mountain Chixia Temple? I heard a brother say that when he traveled to Fengyan Country five or six years ago, he met a mad monk in the southwest mountain. He had low methods but thought that he was invincible in the world. He recited Buddhism but did something harmful to the world. He fought with the People's Congress without saying a word, which was simply a shame of Buddhism. Later, he was turned over by my brother... That person is you. ?"

Yamole's face was loomed with anger, but he forcibly suppressed himself. He turned to hold the Buddha's rites with his right hand and said, "Remove those untrue words, just from the description of the donor, that person... is probably a poor monk."

"Good!" Lu Li laughed and said, "You are honest!"

"There is no good and silent moon sound king Buddha!" Jemal also grinned, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "It couldn't be better if the donor had an old friendship with Huang Fan. Today, Buddha gave a good fate to help the poor monk cut off a piece of obsession in his heart. How can the poor monk miss it! In that case, I will give you one of the remaining two numbers today!"

After saying that, he took a step forward, stepped on the void in front of the rock, and stood long. In the Buddha's halo, his dark face was like iron casting. When Lu Li bumped into his face at this moment, he couldn't help shivering. He couldn't return to his previous relaxed state. His arms shook down, and his hands had grasped a flying knife.

Although he was not the object of murder, Qin Yan felt the breath and couldn't help thinking to himself: 'If this guy knew that Huang Fan had been my eldest brother, wouldn't the rest of it belong to me?'

This idea was immediately turned into reality by Yemole: "And the little benefactor with great blood, the poor monk thought that you were still young and wanted to let you go once, but today it was the Buddha who used the predestined method and was destined to end this matter, or not, the rest of the remaining number to you!"

Qin Yan gave a secret pooh. It was the scandal of the past that was broken, and the old man was ashamed and angry! Huang Fan, Huang Fan, I'm really unlucky to have you. Why can't I turn around and let me bully the monk five years ago? How about you deal with today's Buddha?

At this time, Lu Li coughed and said, "Jade Fairy, Brother Qin, this monk seems to be a little stronger than I thought. I may not be able to stand it alone. Why don't we do him side by side and do him together!"