Chapter 1811 Deceiving the Master and Destroying the Ancestors!

"Traitor, you deceived your master and exterminated your ancestors, betrayed the Buddha, and devoted yourself to the way of the devil, you will die sooner or later!"

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

"Master, are you alright, master? Wuwuwu...Senior Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you, preached and received karma?"

The young monk Huineng's face was covered with tears, and he ran over to help the old monk up, his eyes were full of anger and sadness.

The man in black trembled slightly, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes, but then he became indifferent and said: "Little brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me today It's a ruthless hand!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The old monk's face was like gold paper, revealing a tragic yet decisive expression.

"I don't know how to live or die! If this is the case, then Banruo Temple will be destroyed today!"

The black-robed man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he rushed towards the old monk and the young monk in an instant.

The old monk is now at the end of his strength, on the verge of his death, there is no way to resist, he can only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Just die, but it's a pity that the inheritance of Banruo Temple is cut off, and Huineng is still young, so he has to die with him.

Boom!

But at this moment, a stream of black light was approaching the extreme, and it instantly attacked the black-robed man. It contained incomparably terrifying power, which caused the black-robed man's complexion to change. He sacrificed a red-gold Jiedao, bursting out with a powerful and unparalleled holy power, and slashed down towards the black streamer.

Click!

The terrifying divine light exploded, and the man in black felt as if he had bumped into an extremely hard ancient sacred mountain, and his whole body trembled violently, and the Jie Dao in his hand broke directly.

That black streamer was a small black seal, which directly hit the black-robed man's chest, sending him flying!

"who are you?"

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, and he stared fixedly at a figure flying over from a distance.

It was a young man in white clothes, with extraordinary heroism, with a detached temperament, black hair flying all over his head, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was a strong killing intent!

It was Ling Xiao!

"Take refuge in the demon clan, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, everyone will be punished! How do you want to die?"

Ling Xiao stared at the man in black and said coldly.

Ling Xiao didn't intend to meddle in other people's business at first, but when he found out that the black-robed man was actually a Buddhist disciple who bullied his master and exterminated his ancestors, took refuge in the demon clan, and turned around and wanted to kill his mentor and junior, Ling Xiao immediately became angry. was irritated.

The remnants of the demon clan, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, no matter which one they must die, there is no room for negotiation!

"It's just you? With a mere rank two and a half holy cultivation base, you really think you have a powerful holy treasure, so you dare to act wild in front of me? Boy, your holy treasure is not bad, I accept it with a smile!". .

The black-robed man sneered, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a black-gold demon-subduing pestle appeared in his palm. It was thick and ancient, exuding a powerful holy power.

The top semi-holy treasure just now was directly smashed by Fan Tianyin, and the man in black knew that Fan Tianyin was extraordinary, so he sacrificed a powerful holy treasure directly.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao is just a second-rank and a half-sacred cultivation base, relying on the power of the holy treasure, there is nothing terrible at all.

"It turned out to be Fan Tianyin of the Temple of War God? Could it be that he is the newly promoted Lord of the Temple of War?"

The old monk in the distance, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, muttered to himself.

"Fan Tianyin of the Temple of War God? Master, can this benefactor beat Senior Brother Huixin? If he can't, then we're all going to be miserable!"

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

"Don't worry! With Fan Tianyin here, he will definitely not lose! Huineng, remember not to call Brother Huixin in the future, he is a traitor, you must kill him in the future,

Avenge and avenge the whole family of Prajna Temple! "

The old monk stared at Huineng and said, a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth, his breath became extremely weak in an instant, almost as if the oil was exhausted and the lamp dried up.

The old monk had already been seriously injured, but this time he tried his best to fight with his life source and wisdom heart, and the result was more injuries, and it was already a flashback.

He held on until now, and after seeing Ling Xiao appearing, Huineng was safe and sound, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Master, master, you can't die, what will I do if you die? Master, woo woo woo..."

The young monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face was full of unstoppable tears, wept so sadly that his face was blurred.

"Silly boy, why is life so happy, and why is death so painful? I just returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If you can enter the Eight Treasures Lotus Pond of Merit One day, maybe we will meet again! Hui Neng , 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 little head, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

hum!

The old monk sat down with cross-legged support, clasped his hands, lowered his eyebrows, his face was compassionate, and silently recited scriptures: "Contemplating freedom

Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships. "

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for thinking and knowing..."

With the sound of the old monk's chanting, the surrounding sky was full of bright Buddha light, as if the door of the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue were sprinkled, and the space in all directions oscillated, and the old monk's body began to slowly turn into a piece of light rain.

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, and touch... ..."

"...So say the Prajna Paramita mantra, that is to say, cursing: uncovering and uncovering, Boluo reveals, Boluo reveals, Bodhisattva."

After the old monk finished reading the last line of scriptures, his whole body was crystal clear, and instantly turned into a radiant rain of light, disappearing between the heaven and the earth.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk Huineng folded his palms together, softly said the Buddha's name, his mouth was choked with tears, and tears streamed down his face.

Boom!

And Ling Xiao collided with Fantianyin and Huixin's subduing magic pestle, and immediately smashed Huixin out again, directly smashing a big hole in the shape of a human in the distant mountain wall.

"Um?"

There was a flash of light in Ling Xiao's eyes. At this moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk's transformation, and he couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in his heart, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.