Chapter 1812

"Traitor, you deceive the teacher and destroy your ancestors, betray the Buddha and join the devil. Sooner or later, you will die!"

The old monk glared at the black robed man with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Shifu, Shifu, are you all right? Wuwu... Elder martial brother Huixin, why did you hurt Shifu? Don't you remember how Shifu taught you and preached and learned?"

The little monk Huineng's face was covered with tears. He ran over and helped the old monk up. His eyes were full of anger and sadness.

The black robed man was slightly shocked, and his eyes showed a struggling color, but then he became cold and ruthless, and said, "young martial brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel today!"

"You can't think!"

The old monk's face was like gold paper, showing a sad and determined look.

"I don't know how to live or die! In that case, the Prajna temple will be destroyed today!"

The black robed man's eyes were blazing, and he rushed at the old monk and the little monk in an instant.

The old monk is now at the end of his life. He is on the verge of doom. He has no way to resist. He can only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of clear tears flow out.

It's just a pity that the inheritance of Prajna temple is cut off. Huineng has to follow him to die when he is still young.

Boom!

But at this time, a black streamer was approaching the extreme, and suddenly attacked the people in black robes, which contained incomparably terrible power. All the people in black robes couldn't help but change their complexion and didn't dare to connect them with meat palms. They quickly offered a red gold saber, burst out a powerful and unparalleled holy power, and cut down towards the black streamer.

Click!

The terrible divine light exploded, and the black robed man only felt as if he had hit an incomparably hard Taigu holy mountain. Suddenly, his whole body trembled violently, and the ring knife in his hand was directly broken.

The black streamer was a small black seal, which directly blasted on the chest of the man in black and blew him out!

"Who are you?"

A trace of blood flowed from the corners of the black robed man's mouth and stared at a figure flying from a distance.

It was a young man in white, with extraordinary valor, detached temperament, black hair flying all over his head, cold eyes and a strong sense of killing!

It's Lingxiao!

"Take refuge in the demon clan, bully the teacher and destroy the ancestors. Everyone can kill them! How do you want to die?"

Lingxiao stared at the man in black and said in a cold voice.

Lingxiao didn't intend to meddle, but when he found out that the black robed man was a Buddhist disciple who bullied the teacher and destroyed his ancestors, took refuge in the demon family, turned around and wanted to kill his mentor and younger martial brother, Lingxiao was immediately angered.

The remaining evils of the demon family deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors. No matter which one must die, there is no room for discussion!

"With your cultivation of only two and a half saints, you really think you have a powerful holy treasure and dare to be wild in front of us? Boy, your holy treasure is good and we accept it!"

The black robed man sneered, and suddenly his eyes flashed. A black and gold demon subduing pestle appeared in the palm, thick and ancient, emitting a powerful holy power.

Just now, the top semi holy treasure was directly smashed by fan Tianyin. People in black robes knew that fan Tianyin was extraordinary, so they directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.

In his opinion, Lingxiao is just a cultivation of two and a half saints. It depends on the power of holy treasure. There is nothing terrible at all.

"Is it the fan Tianyin of the God of war hall? Is he the new Lord of the war hall?"

The old monk in the distance muttered to himself with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Fan Tianyin of the war temple? Master, can you beat elder martial brother Huixin? If you can't beat him, we'll all be miserable!"

Huineng stared at her lovely big eyes and said with some expectation and some worry.

"Don't worry! One day, he won't lose! Huineng, remember, don't call elder martial brother Huixin in the future. He is a traitor. You must kill him in the future to avenge the whole Prajna temple!"

The old monk stared at Huineng and said, his mouth suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, his breath became extremely weak, and the lamp almost ran out of oil.

The old monk had been seriously injured. This time, he fought with his life source and wisdom. As a result, he was hurt and hurt, which is a reflection.

He insisted on holding on until now. After seeing Lingxiao appear, Huineng was safe and sound. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Shifu, Shifu, you can't die. What should I do if you die? Shifu, Wuwu..."

The little monk Huineng hugged the old monk. His face was full of uncontrollable tears. He cried very sad and his face was full of tears.

"Silly child, life is no joy, death is no pain. I just returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If you can enter the eight treasures lotus merit pool one day, maybe we will see you again! Huineng, follow him in the future, he should be a good man!"

The old monk smiled at Huineng. His face was full of kindness and reluctance. He touched Huineng's small head, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Buzz!

The old monk sat down with his knees crossed, his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes smoothed, his face compassionate, and silently recited the Scripture: "watch freedom

Bodhisattva, when walking deep Prajna paramita for a long time, he saw that the five implications were empty and spent all hardships. "

"Relic son, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and so is the thought and knowledge..."

As the old monk's chanting sounded, there was a bright Buddha light in the surrounding void, as if the door of the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue were scattered, the void shook in all directions, and the old monk's body began to slowly turn into a light rain.

"The relic is the empty phase of all dharmas. It does not live or die, does not dirty or clean, and does not increase or decrease. Therefore, the air is colorless, there is no thought and knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance and touch the Dharma..."

"... therefore, the Prajna paramita mantra, that is, the mantra says: Jiedi Jiedi, BOLUO Jiedi, BOLUO monk Jiedi, Bodhisattva bhaha."

As the old monk finished reading the last Scripture, his whole person was glittering and shining. In an instant, he turned into a bright light rain and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

Little monk Huineng folded his palms and whispered a Buddha's horn. He choked and burst into tears.

Boom!

Lingxiao drove fan Tianyin and Huixin's demon subduing pestle, and immediately smashed Huixin out again, directly smashing a human shaped hole in the mountain wall in the distance.

"Huh?"

Lingxiao's eyes flashed. At the moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk Huadao. He couldn't help feeling sad, but the killing opportunity in his eyes became more and more intense.