Chapter 30 What does the law industry need to argue

The seven wonders were unexpected and sacrificed purple thunder righteousness. When they were about to fight with the nearby Buddha spirit, they saw that it suddenly dissipated boundlessly. At this time, the thunder force was no longer hindered and hit the old lotus monk several times. The old monk screamed and spewed out a large mouthful of blood. He staggered and retreated a dozen steps, barely stopped. The body.

"Xianchang, let's take the opportunity to get on quickly, and it turned out to be this old monk!" Wang Qisheng only felt that his body was light, and the Buddha's breath that had been oppressed suddenly dissipated. He was shocked and immediately suggested.

"Ah!" Wang Qisheng screamed and answered that it was a thunderbolt, sweeping away the ghost power he had saved in his hand and knocked him out.

"Master, what do you mean!" Qi Miao frowned. He saw that the lotus monk received the thunder all over his body and did not fall down. However, at this time, when he saw him staggering and staining his clothes, he thought it was the end of a strong crossbow.

What I can't figure out is why this hand-shaped Buddha light disperses in front of it.

"Ha ha...cough..." The old monk of lotus spit out a mouthful of blood, forced to smile, and said, "Lord, I didn't want to hurt you in the first place, so I lost the water and the true qi, and dispersed the Buddha's light, but I didn't expect you to be so high that you had so many different true qi cultivation."

"So it is..." Qi Miao nodded, and suddenly poured into a hot current in his heart. He just wanted to say that this master was really a Bodhisattva's heart and compassionate. It turned out that this person just wanted to scare himself off, but he never wanted to hurt a person easily.

He felt hot and blurted out: "Please let the younger generation heal the wounds of Master Lotus."

As he spoke, Qi Miao raised his hand to condense a green Lingmu Zhenqi. When the lotus monk saw it, he waved his hand repeatedly and said, "No, the donor must not sacrifice this wild machine to save the old monk's body. Although this pain needs to be well nourished, it is not fatal to me... In the final analysis... I have to thank the donor for his mercy.

"Master... You are..." Qi Miao was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Do you dare to ask the master if he recognizes this person in the criminal industry?" Qi Miao suddenly remembered the three-color Buddha spirit that the old lotus monk finally sacrificed to defend himself, and suddenly remembered Ju Yunxuan's criminal career.

"Eh? Criminal industry... He is my younger brother, and the benefactor... does he know him?" The lotus monk was also an accident.

"It's just a fate..." Qi Miaoxindao is right. The Lotus Master later used the true spirit of the three laws of Buddhism, but this true spirit has also been used in the criminal industry. At this time, he did not want to use the death of the criminal industry to stimulate the crumbling old man, so he had to deceive him in good faith.

"So it is..." The old monk Lotus took a few breaths, thought for a while, and did not ask.

"I... You can't save this person. Maybe this is God's will... Donor, look at you in a hurry, so let's leave..." He paused and finally smiled bitterly and waved his hand to Qi Miao.

Qi Miao looked at the lotus monk in amazement, and suddenly thought of the stupid monk who had passed by his partner and refused to sacrifice his own vitality. His heart seemed to have thousands of words in his mouth, but he could not say it. He only turned into a deep bow, which seemed to be respectful and seemed to be convinced.

After a worship, Qi Miao's true spirit rolled up Wang Qisheng. Without saying a word, it turned into a streamer and went to the sky. The old lotus monk blinked his eyes and watched them leave. He felt Wang Qisheng's ghost power, and his heart was also full of sighs and helplessness.

He walked weakly along the path in the fields, only staggering alone, towards the dim moon, and slowly leaving the hired wall behind his back.

I only heard the old monk sing and sigh again: "Step by step, the lotus flower is shining step by step, and I can't wear it..."

At this time, I heard a clear voice in the sky cut through the silent sky and sang, "Jiuhua fell to make the clouds and stepped through the clouds for several days"

At the same time, the sky bloomed colorfully, and one person held the floating dust high and stepped from the distant sky. There was auspicious clouds under his feet, and the robe on his body was bright and more scattered. The clouds fell lightly, four or five feet away from the ground, making it even more high.

The man looked so neat that he was high, looked at the old monk with half his body under his body, smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Lotus, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"hehe..... It's Jiuhua's younger brother... The old monk's fatigue must have made his younger brother laugh. The old monk glanced at the Taoist and read Amitabha. It turned out that this person was the Jiuhua real person who had previously appeared on the demon battlefield. After him, there were seven or eight disciples of all sizes, holding fragrant flowers, and two disciples and old monks holding bowls full of clear water. Two disciples and old monks looked familiar with him and couldn't help changing a pair. With a kind face, he greeted them:

"No, you came back faster than the old monk..."

The two little disciples were affectionately called by him. They were not happy and were shocked. They went straight back. Unfortunately, the disciples behind him could not allow him to hide. Instead, they pushed them forward and squeezed them in front of them.

"No, Shu..." Jiuhua Zhenren suddenly coldly pointed to the names of the two people. He only heard his fingers brush the dust and said casually, "You two invited Master Lotus to come to southern Xinjiang. When you met him, you must have been taken care of by the master a lot, right?"

"No...no" The two disciples named Luoshu and Wujun were so pale that they even stammered. They only heard them call in a hurry, "Master... Master..."

Jiuhua didn't wait for the two of them to beg for mercy. He smiled and suddenly swept away like behind him.

"Brother, no!" The old lotus monk's face changed color and was shocked.

"Ah!" Wu Ji and Luo Shu shouted miserably.

A group of disciples were frightened and retreated desperately. There was a big colorful cloud. Jiuhua stood on one side in front of him. In addition, these people hid in the corner. They squeezed together and looked very scared.

I saw a golden wind blowing under the dust of Jiuhua, and the book could no longer exhale a trace of breath. In an instant, my body was blown by the golden wind, turning into a little golden light in the sky and returning to the dust.

"Brother Jiuhua, what are you doing!" The old monk Lotus was shocked and angry and asked puzzledly.

"Brother, these two have been taught by you and have forgotten all the rules under my door..." Jiuhua killed his two disciples in a blink of an eye, but without blinking his eyelids, he only smiled and casually twisted the dust and said, "In a blink of an eye, Brother Lotus is going to embark on the road to worship Buddha in the west. How can I be stingy with these two disciples? It's better to do a good thing and send them to accompany him around him, but there is no perfection?"

"You... Are you going to kill me? The old monk Lotus was shocked for a moment and immediately asked with a wry smile.

Jiuhua Taoist nodded.

"What's the reason..." The old lotus monk overflowed with a trace of bitterness and muttered.

"Brother..." Jiuhua frowned, but said, "I thought your Dharma cultivation was perfect, but why are you still so crazy?"

He paused, looked around the disciples, seemed to preach, and slowly told, "You always like to say something about karma, fate and so on, but you know that the encounter between good and evil is just a cause. Life and death never need a reason. I want to kill you, can't you guess why?"

"Master said it well!" A disciple suddenly shouted.

However, the Jiuhua Taoist just looked at him coldly, and the disciple's face turned white and sweaty.

"Well..." The lotus monk sighed and suddenly remembered something. As if thinking about it, he said, "Previously, you sent Wushu and Luoshu to Jiuhua Mountain to inquire and invited me to kill the devil and defend the road together. I thought that the younger brother had traveled the world for a long time, and finally cheered up and wanted to contribute to justice in this world, so I hurriedly from the mountain. Hurry up, but you still have this idea..."

"In Jiuhua Mountain, Buddhism and Taoism are cultivated together. It is known as the Xianshan Miaoshui cultivated by our ancestors. The cave is located in the meditation state of Taoism, but... But now, among our brothers, in addition to me, how many of us can be called the meditation state of Taoism?" As if following his words, Jiuhua Zhenren slowly said, "Let's talk about the unknown criminal brother. He has been gone for about 20 years. Although he is a Confucian student, he has to practice the three Dharma of Buddhism. Today, he is just an unknown person in the world."

When the old monk Lianhua heard what he said, he just smiled bitterly, but Jiuhua's mood became higher and higher and higher, "This is all because when you were the head, it was stipulated that people in my meditation state could only practice Buddhism and Taoism, which destroyed our good double practice situation of Buddhism and Taoism."

He suddenly shouted angrily, "It's all you. Let our people in the meditation state have no power to compete with the giants of the two sides. It's annoying, annoying!"

He was annoyed. When he moved, he suddenly lost the Buddha dust and waved his hands left and right to draw a shadow. At this time, a sudden blue light in his left hand sleeve suddenly appeared a five-foot sword. The sword body was also wide and murderous. It was inlaid with beautiful jade gems and shook the colorful brilliance.

And this Jiuhua real person's right hand sleeve floated, and a sword appeared, which was brilliant, but above it was Buddha's solemn, and a wisp of true air overflowed, which was not like the atmosphere of the world.

"Cut off, through the sky..." The old monk Lianhua was shocked and said with a sad smile, "Am I still worth dealing with with these two divine soldiers?"

"Ah!" Jiuhua Zhenren roared, jumped down, the robe shook, and the hat fluttered. He saw his two swords come out together and flashed. The old lotus monk could only hurriedly condense his three magics of true qi. He saw three Buddha lights stacked in front of him in turn to stop the thunderous offensive of Jiuhua Zhenren.

Hearing a soft sound, he cut out a Buddha and two swords like a defeated revolution. It was the left and right that they broke the Buddha's light and shadow, and sank into the chests on the left and right sides of the lotus monk.

"Ah..." The Lotus monk felt that two streams of true air in his body's meridians penetrated and cut off his body vitality. He didn't even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood, only a trace of red overflowing at the corners of his mouth.

"You..." When Lianhua was about to speak, she couldn't make a sound. He stared at Jiuhua Zhenren, opened his eyes and stopped.