My Past Life Simulator Chapter 466

  Chapter 466 465【Cut out! 】

  The person who came here had an ordinary appearance. He belonged to the face of the public who couldn't be found in the crowd. He couldn't tell that he was the head of a faction.

He is wearing a five-color cassock, which is made of blue satin as a whole. It is embroidered with multicolored silk thread from bottom to top, seawater river cliffs, lotus throne, left and right symmetrical embroidered golden double fish, treasure cover, and multicolored cloud patterns are decorated with red bats, dragons, Seahorse, ruyi, coral and other miscellaneous treasure patterns.

One corner of the chest is decorated with flat gold embroidered Ruyi cloud heads and multicolored embroidered Sakyamuni Buddha statue and lotus flower. The opposite corner is on the back, and the other two opposite corners are on the left and right shoulders. bell.

  He wears a five-skull crown on his head, which looks like a variant of the five-wisdom crown. The whole is made of gold, agate, and ruby, but the five small skulls are more prominent.

   This thing is usually worn by large-scale religious activities, or by high-ranking monks. I don't know, which one is the head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple in Shangyang City, and is it all?

   "Impossible, you are not going to participate in the Bufa Temple." The leader who wanted to kill all the people present with his palm opened his eyes wide and looked unbelievable.

  Before he finished speaking, Wang Bo interrupted with a wave.

   "Yes, I did go to the plateau. However, I went to promote the position of Dharma Protector. The master may not be able to rush back to Shangyang City in a short period of time. However, Dharma Protector is different."

   "Pfft—" the leader couldn't believe it. It seemed that he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his whole body immediately became sluggish, and his lifelessness spread at a glance.

  He already has a will to die.

  Originally, I am a mage, and with some means, I may not be able to escape from the hands of a master who is only one level higher. It's a pity that in the face of a Dharma protector, there is absolutely no life.

   "Hehe, my family has long wanted to clean it up. People from all major factions in the city. They just put the yellow prayer wheel in the Buddhist exhibition hall, and you bit the hook one by one.

   In addition, this is the sixth time that Lao Na made a shot. In front of them, they were caught or killed, and they caught twelve waves, nearly two hundred people. I think you three waves should be the last bug.

   Having said that, among the fifteen waves of people, only you and the three waves of people are the strongest, and they have brought us the heaviest losses. It is really not to be underestimated, not to be underestimated. "

  The old monk, who was pinching the imprint of illusion, glanced at the exhibition venue of Hongshangtian, and said with some trepidation.

  Do not kill the monk: "."

   Co-authored, the family branch of Bufa Temple in Shangyang City, has been playing with me?

   "That's right, we're just kidding you."

  The old monk don't look at the long benevolent eyebrows, the white eyebrows are drooping, and he has the demeanor of an elder.

   Actually, the mouth is really poisonous.

   Furious, the Busha monk trembled all over, wishing he could step forward and chop him to death with two knives.

  I thought it was a silent infiltration, but it turned out to be infernal affairs.

   "Impossible! You are a mage, and I am also a mage. Why can you confuse me with your fingerprints?"

   In this regard, the old monk chuckled.

   "Do you think that the secret curse on the glass is only protective? The traitor of Baoguang Temple, no wonder the contemporary abbot Yuan Guang didn't send monks to chase you down.

  A reckless man who is not good at learning and only knows how to wield the sword. If I were Master Yuanguang, I wouldn't waste my energy on you. If you have that time, you might as well read two more verses. "

   Not killing the monk Qiqiqisheng smoke, hesitant to speak several times, because he has no way to refute. After all, I have been played with by others.

"Wang Bo, why do you think they can protect the golden prayer wheel? If... if someone can take it away!" The leader of the second group of raiders looked up and looked directly at the family branch of Bufa Temple. asked the head of the family.

   "Hey! The big furniture is a disciple of Buddhism, but do you really put your mind on the Buddhist scriptures?" The surname Wang sighed, why is it not as good as one generation after another?

   "Let me give you some popular science, prayer wheel, prayer wheel. The focus is on turning, prayer wheel. No matter who owns the golden prayer wheel, its function is to turn the prayer.

  The monks will put the scriptures written with the six-character mantra into the scripture tube and turn them by hand. Every time they turn it, it is equivalent to chanting the scriptures once and accumulating merit.

  So, the really important thing is the six-character mantra inside the prayer wheel, not the prayer wheel itself. The golden prayer wheel does have inconceivable power, but without the six-character mantra, it can at best be regarded as a good magic weapon.

  As long as the six-character Daming mantra is not lost, just find a prayer wheel and put it in the original human skin paper with the mantra written on it. It is still the incredible prayer wheel. "

   "Hahahaha." The leader laughed miserably, not reconciled, really not reconciled. Even if he really escaped from birth, he still couldn't get the golden prayer wheel with real magical power.

  The planning from beginning to end, everything came to nothing, and the impact on people is beyond words.

   As for not killing the monk, he was completely dumbfounded.

  Before, the old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes turned his poisonous tongue, and this guy was so angry that he wished he could pick up a knife and cut people down.

   Now, lost in thought.

   Is he not suitable to be a mercenary in the practice world, but he should go back to the temple honestly and recite scriptures.

  Nima, the outside world is full of goofs.

  With my own brain, I can't play with these **** who are full of evil stomachs!

   "You understand the cause and effect clearly, and now you can die in peace?" The head of the family branch of Bufa Temple asked the leader with a smile on his face.

   "Peace? Grass! You play me around, stand aside and watch jokes. You want me to die peacefully? No way, even if I die, I will drag a few backs."

   As soon as the voice fell, his exposed skin was instantly covered with dense black Sanskrit characters.

   At the same time, a dark and gloomy air condensed, and the whole person looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"not good!"

  Seeing this, the old monk who pinched the imprint of illusion, turned around and ran away, regardless of maintaining his posture.

  The Busha monk who has been standing not far from the leader is a bit faster than the kind-hearted old poisonous tongue.

   "Chi Liu—"

   "Boom!"

  The leader was torn apart, and thick black gas spewed out from his body when it exploded.

  The bright moon hanging high in the sky was even covered up for a time.

   "Don't move, whoever moves will die!"

  When the family suddenly drank, it was a pity that they spoke a little late.

  Some people stopped in a hurry, but they couldn't hold back the inertia, which caused many people to stagger before they stopped.

   Then, nothing happened.

   "Hoo—"

   When someone lets out a breath, be thankful that nothing happened.

  The next second, the terrifying side appeared.

  Anyone who yells at the family members to stop them from running, but fails to stop in time and takes another two steps.

  Under the eyes of everyone, it suddenly broke into pieces of meat.

   "The invisible monk of Baoguang Temple has the ability to suppress objects in his body, similar to the wooden man game we used to play in kindergarten when we were young. Under his watchful eyes, don't take any action, otherwise you will be dismembered."

  When everyone heard the words, they suddenly realized.

   It turned out that the other party and the Busha monk came from the same temple.

   No wonder, no wonder those possessed by demons will not kill, but will obey others.

   It's not just because of the money, it's because of the relationship between the two of you who are brothers in the same school.

   "Informative!"

  Busha monk turned his back to the black air generated by his brother's self-explosion, and said word by word.

  The black depression slowly dissipated, revealing the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and also exposing the originally covered land.

  A black humanoid object, standing still in place.

  His whole body, except for a bunch of blood-red eyeballs, was looking up, down, left, and right at the living people present.

   About three or five breaths, close again.

"Walk."

  All novice monks and monks fled in a hurry.

  Wooden people, who has never played.

  Although their backs are not facing each other, opening and closing their eyes must correspond to turning their backs.

  Just when they took a step forward, the black figure suddenly opened its blood-red eyes.

   There were a few stunned youths who were cut into pieces on the spot.

  Some of the more experienced old people backed away.

  The moment he saw the black figure open his eyes, he immediately stopped moving and survived.

   On the other side, He Zhao, who had always chosen to lie dead and pretend to be dead, was dumbfounded.

  He seems to have seen this thing many times!

  'Gudong.'

   Could it be?

  He, had a bad guess.

'what? '

  There is something wrong with the golden prayer wheel next to the head!

  Wait a minute, it's not a problem with the prayer wheel, but a problem with the fuzzy Buddha that resides in his mind.

   An inexplicable connection, docking with the golden prayer wheel.

   "Om!"

"Well!"

"Woolen cloth!"

   "Bah!"

"mum!"

   "Hum!"

  The next moment, a string of Sanskrit words appeared in my heart.

   No, what's the use of suddenly giving me a six-character mantra and Sanskrit.

  The golden prayer wheel next to the head lost all its color, and changed from a golden color to an old and dilapidated object.

  It seems that the teaching of the six-character mantra has already exhausted all the strange power.

  He lay down from beginning to end, without getting involved in a bunch of messy things.

   Outside the wreckage of the car, it was a mess.

  The six sword-wielding monks left behind by the missing monks have long had the will to die.

   Waiting for the suppressant left by the leader, they closed their eyes for the second time, and they quickly rushed towards the old monk.

"Grass!"

  The monk with a poisonous tongue cursed at this.

  What hatred, what resentment.

  Why stare at me?

  He didn't dare to be negligent, and when he secretly played tricks on everyone with the phantom seal, he saw with his own eyes how powerful the sword-wielding monks were.

  Two cubs from the Wolf Mountain Temple, giants transformed by the Vajrapani mantra, were beaten so helplessly that they couldn't fight back.

  I have old arms and legs, but I can't stand the toss.

   "Hey!"

  Huan Yuyin reappeared in the arena, and a mysterious force came to him, instantly engulfing the six monks who rushed to kill.

  Pitch-black repression, eyes open for the second time.

  The six monks did not stop, so they were all tragic.

   On the way to attack, it was broken into pieces of meat little by little.

   "Crack!"

  The old monk looked at the pieces of meat under his feet, his eyes twitched.

   After the suppression had finished killing people, he seemed satisfied and closed his eyes again.

   "Hoo—"

   It's so dangerous, I finally got rid of the danger of killing myself.

  He, old man.

  Sometimes you can do it without doing it. Every time you mobilize the power in your body, it is a suicidal act.

   "Kongwen, can you hold on?"

  Wang Bo asked in a serious tone, but the old monk didn't speak, but just nodded.

   "Six-character Great Ming Mantra."

"it is good."

   "唵 (ong) well (mā) it (nī) (bēi) mi (mēi) hum (hōng)!"

  The mantra has divine power, but I don't see the monk's repressor. I want to open my eyes, but I am suppressed by a magical force.

  I can only struggle with all my strength, trying to open my eyes to kill.

   "Om Mani Padme Hum."

   "Om Mani Padme Hum."

   "Om Mani Padme Hum."

  The old monk kept repeating the six-character mantra, and dense cold sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

  And, similar to before the invisible monk blew himself up, the black Sanskrit characters were looming.

  Wang Bo walked quickly to the suppressed object, and took out a bone bowl from under the five-color cassock.

  The name of this bowl is: Gabala Bowl.

  It is made of the skulls of eminent monks who have achieved success in practice, and is decorated with crystal, gold, agate, and jade. It is also one of the important instruments for the initiation ceremony.

  He gently placed the bowl in front of the ballast, and removed a waterskin from under his vestments.

   After opening, pour it into the Gabala bowl.

  A unique, intoxicating fragrance permeates the air.

  Everyone around smelled it, and they all showed ecstatic expressions.

  Blood-red liquid flowed out from the water bag, about a third of which fell into the bowl, and Wang Bo stopped.

"stop!"

  The old monk with a poisonous tongue thought it was over, and stopped reciting the six-character mantra.

   At the same time, the repressor who did not see the monk opened his eyes.

   Scarlet eyes stared at the blood-red viscous liquid in the Gabala bowl for an instant.

  The next moment, the whole shadow got into it.

   Immediately afterwards, there was a swallowing sound.

  The red liquid in the bowl, accompanied by the sound is getting less and less.

  When it disappears completely, it is replaced by black and thick, and it is unclear whether it is a gas or a liquid flow.

   "Click!"

  A luxurious bowl cover inlaid with agate and gemstones is gently covered to fit the Gabala bowl tightly.

   "Hoo—"

  Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and finally solved the suppression.

   "Thanks for your hard work, Kong Wen. If it wasn't for the Dharma Protector Promotion Ceremony and running all the way, I would have consumed too much. I wouldn't let you recite the six-character mantra to help me overcome this evil."

   "You don't need to be a family member, everything is what the old monk should do." The kind-hearted old monk, facing the head of the family branch of the Bufa Temple, changed his poisonous demeanor.

  Bukilling Monk, who had already fled, let out a pee when he saw the two of them.

  The person surnamed Wang turned around and said to the monks and monks around him.

   "You clean up."

  Before he finished speaking, he saw the old monk Kongwen behind him with a fierce look in his eyes.

  He raised his right hand, aimed at the head of the family's waist, and slammed it down.

   "Poof—"

   "Rub!"

  While succeeding, he quickly backed away and opened a large distance from him.

"Humph!"

  Wang Bo, who has always been steady and fearless in the face of danger, only felt a pain in his waist and could not help but groan.

  He turned his head and looked, only to see Kong Wen holding a **** waist in his hands.

   Raw dig!

"you"

   Before he could finish speaking, the old monk smiled, his face changed, and finally settled on a strange old face full of wrinkles.

   "Great Elder?"

   Liu Feng and Man Duo were stunned at the same time, muttering to themselves.

  Congratulate someone: "???"

   Fuzhen!

  (end of this chapter)

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