My Past Life Simulator Chapter 509

  Chapter 509 508 [After all, Mahayana Buddha carried everything alone]

  There is no reason, just when the Mahayana Buddha was full of sorrow and felt that the fate in the dark was playing with him. Suddenly, Fu Ling's heart came to him, and a thing similar to the method of disintegrating the demons in martial arts novels was instilled in his mind.

  So, he chose to activate without hesitation, even if his vitality was seriously injured, he didn't care. Directly engulfing Hu Ling and Possessing Gui, the two loyal subordinates escaped with an unstoppable posture.

   As for who is helping, it doesn't matter. The important thing is to survive and not fall into the hands of the iron rod monk, let alone be handed over to Rinpoche.

   "Wait, wait for me. I will definitely come back. When the time comes, I will die."

  When the golden meteor disappeared into the skyline, a harsh word full of resentment fell into everyone's ears.

  He Zhao looked up at this scene, and for some reason, a wolf who could be called a universe-level inventor but couldn't catch any sheep appeared in his mind.

  At this time, there are only three human beings left in the field, and the two thoughts of good and evil that were differentiated when the legendary plateau ancestor macaque passed away.

  The white Ye Di looked at the black-haired savage, his eyes gradually became unkind, ready to move.

  As long as the latter can beat the former, they will definitely not sneak around and sabotage all the time, and choose to be tough from the front.

  The next second, without waiting for the savage to escape, Yedi jumped up, jumped on his deadly opponent, rode on the opponent's body, raised his huge fist, and rained down on Evil Nian.

   "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

   Every punch was done with all of its strength, and the ground under its feet was smashed with a rumbling sound, and there were violent shocks from time to time.

   Seeing the two fighting, the two monks did not step forward to stop or help either party.

   Instead, he gently inserted the iron rod into the ground, stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of the monk's robe, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed a few times. Obviously, the two knew the legend of the macaque and agreed with it from the bottom of their hearts, otherwise how could they not help each other.

   "Benefactor, do you want to go back to the temple with us and check the injury?"

  Ruthless Zhao rolled his eyes at the monk's question.

  Brother, when you speak, can you put down the big iron stick for a while. I suspect that if you threaten me, if you say no, you will be slapped in the face?

"OK."

   Monk Tie Bang's question was exactly what he wanted.

   What is the reason for working so hard to travel three hundred years ago?

   Is it just pure revenge on the Mahayana Buddha?

  That's right, his desire for revenge is indeed strong, and his mind is really small, but it is not so strong or small.

  The real purpose is to target the Bufa Temple.

   With the idea of ​​finding a way to get in, I learned some real things. In other words, I learned something that a five-year advanced student would not be able to learn.

   No one thinks that the Bufa Temple will pass on branches to everyone, and it will not hide any secrets, right?

   Just kidding, there are high and low status among the same sect, and the skills learned are very different.

   What's more, a mere stinky foreigner who came here to study and play autumn wind!

  He, the family branch of the Wang surname in Shangyang City, is a beggar in the eyes of others. After all, according to what Zhang Yue said, he would at least be a mage after five years of return. During this period, he would have the opportunity to obtain the so-called inheritance-level tricks, which would have a direct conflict of interest with the people inside the temple.

   Once you become a member of the Bufa Temple and show a little bit of talent, they will not be able to cultivate them vigorously. Suddenly, it is not impossible to learn any mudra if you want to learn any mudra, and even get a higher, stronger, and more ferocious cunning.

   "Let's go." The two monks carried the iron rod on their shoulders and patted him on the shoulder. Prepare to go on the road, return to Bufa Temple as soon as possible, and report to the Rinpoche of the temple about the son of the witch.

   Then, it is estimated that monks and monks on the entire plateau will take action to carry out an unprecedented large-scale encirclement and suppression. Anyway, before the Mahayana Buddha is fully recovered, the mouse must be samadhi.

   "What about the two of them?"

  He Zhao asked, pointing to the two thoughts of good and evil who were unilaterally committing violence and being beaten unilaterally.

   "It's nothing, the two thoughts have been fighting for thousands of years, and neither of them can kill the other. Otherwise, how could their legends have been passed down for thousands of years."

  Good guy, co-author Yedi and Savage are unkillable existences.

   "It's not that there were no reckless monks who killed them before, but they would reappear after a while. In addition, it was our ancestors' good and evil thoughts, so we simply ignored them."

  Ruthless Zhao rolled his eyes again, these words were purely to put gold on his face. Don't you want to control it, obviously you can't control it, your mouth is really hard.

  The two monks ignored his gaze, turned around and walked towards the direction they came from.

   No, you two can fly, so why go to Bufa Temple on your legs.

   It seemed that it had been expected, and one of the monks said without looking back.

   "Our monk's robe is a magic weapon, which can help people fly for a short time, but it needs a buffer time. Frequent use will greatly shorten the life of the monk's robe.

   Moreover, the materials used for each monk robe are extremely expensive. Only use it unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, when patrolling the plateau, under normal circumstances, all rely on the legs to walk.

  The most important thing is, in case of damage. We can only wait for the next year to receive new monk robes and magical artifacts from the elders. the rest of the time."

  The rest of the words did not go on, but the toes can figure out what the next words are.

  The rest of the time, I can only stand aside and watch other monks pretend to be aggressive!

   Oh, no.

  Should be called—appear before people.

   Seeing other people show their holiness is the same pain as seeing others make money. Can you save as much as possible?

  So, are the Buddha's light all over the sky and the sound of chanting sutras coming from the monk's robe?

  Wow, you guys really don't let go of any opportunity for someone to appear before you.

   It comes with special effects, BGM, and a flying magic weapon. If the cost is too cheap, I'm afraid it won't be flying around with special effects and BGM every day.

   Expenditure alone is a big problem for the boss.

  Bufa Temple has made the cost so high and restricted monks to one routine per year.

   "Boy, be prepared to suffer. According to the position at this time, with the strength of the two of us, it will take at least three days to walk. But don't let it go, and you will be tired halfway."

  The famous ruthless people looked at their strong bodies and walking speed. I dare not say that I can walk a thousand miles in one day, but I can walk five hundred miles.

   Three days, fifteen hundred miles!

   It is too difficult to be a reconciliation when patrolling the plateau every day without even a tent.

   In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

   At night, the bonfire was blazing, and a protected animal that had been placed hundreds of years ago was being scorched by the flames.

   Not to mention anything else, after more than three hundred years of imprisonment, at least ten years of imprisonment will not escape, it can be called a prisoner.

  Unfortunately, more than 300 years ago, there was no concept of animal protection.

  As long as you can beat it, you can eat whatever you want.

   "Eat."

  A monk with an iron stick tore off a leg of lamb and handed it to He Zhao. He took it with his hand and opened his mouth to bite.

  How to say, the taste is so-so, a bit salty at best, but the taste is quite good. What's more, it is already a good thing to be able to eat a hot meal in the wilderness, don't expect anything else.

   "Have a good night's sleep after eating, and the two of us will take turns keeping vigil at night."

   A meal, spent in silence.

  About the early morning hours, the two monks exchanged vigil.

   On the other side, the famous ruthless man lying on the ground pricked up his ears.

   Is there an old saying again?

  Do not have the heart to harm others, nor do you have the heart to guard against others.

   Monk Tie Bang's duties belong to his duties, but he is too friendly and harmonious to a stranger.

   Is there a possibility that the monks in the plateau are indeed great virtuous monks?

  Don't make trouble, more than three hundred years ago, the status of monks could not be said to be supreme, but they could ride on the heads of nobles and leaders. Especially monks who can be called monks, they are guests everywhere, and no one disrespects them.

   With such a character, why should he be warm-hearted to a foreigner?

  Unless there is a conspiracy, or just find a crowd gathering place, just throw people away and it will be over.

  No need, take it away with great effort, and have to take care of it along the way.

   “@#￥%…&*@#￥!%”

  “.&…%*￥%#%#￥@#￥@”

  The two communicated in plateau language for about ten minutes before returning to silence. Basically, Ruthless Zhao can probably be sure that the two iron monks have other plans for him.

  It is no problem for them to communicate in plateau language, because they are originally monks on the plateau. Before, speaking the Mandarin of the Central Plains with him was only because he did not understand the local language.

   But the problem is that during the exchange, no less than a dozen times they looked at him, which proved that the two were talking about him. In the gaze that I felt, although there was no fierce malice, there was an unstoppable heat.

  A man looked at another man with burning eyes.

  In addition to greedy people's bodies, the plot may be even bigger.

   Obviously, the surname He is not so narcissistic that his face can capture the "heart" of a man.

  'Three days, there are two more days to run around at any time, don't panic. '

  The next day, the sun rose, and the three of them set out on the road together.

From    hours to noon, passing through a small town.

  Two monks took him in to supplement some daily necessities such as salt.

  Of course, the two of them are not considered complete human beings, but the perennial living habits have caused them to live like normal people most of the time, and they will never violate it.

  During the period, while someone was waiting, he used the head of the Mahayana Buddha to drive a **** shadow and possessed a local.

   “@!#@￥#%￥…&…*”

  The man was chatting with his companion, and the two seemed to be arguing about something.

   After a while, his spirit returned to his body.

   Some basic plateau language, almost figured out.

   Drive the possessive trick a few times, and you must be able to learn this language thoroughly.

   Half an hour later, the two monks returned to the stall.

  Everyone around saw this and hurriedly stood up to salute.

  The status of a monk is as big as the sky here.

  The next day, in the wee hours of the morning.

  The two monks with iron rods held a handover vigil again.

   "Brother, is he really as amazing as you said? I always feel a bit out of the blue. The two of us have been touring the plateau for ten years. We haven't seen any strange things, but isn't immortality a bit exaggerated?"

   "You, you, ignorant and incompetent, are tailor-made for you. Do you remember, when the two of us rushed to the scene, a large piece of land under that kid was all stained red with blood?

   Judging from the scope and color, there are at least five or six people bleeding. However, this person could not die and was still alive and kicking. In addition, the pile of strange tools was covered with minced flesh, bone, and blood.

  Look at the witch's son again, before he was attacked by our brothers, his whole body was intact. Therefore, the only explanation is that the Central Plains man has a special physique.

  If I can give him to Rinpoche or Bechava, maybe I can research something, which will be of great help to my Bufa Monastery. Even if you can't research it, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's a matter of hand. "

   "Why can't you accept him as a disciple? Didn't you say that he has a special physique?"

  Before he finished speaking, the second child was interrupted by the eldest brother.

   "Is it necessary? How many people break their heads every year and want to join the monks of my Bufa Temple? We can't persuade them to quit. He is not bad for a boy with a special physique.

   Besides, he is an adult and has his own thoughts. Who can guarantee that one day he will not be sentenced to a temple. Unless it is a baby, the elders in the temple will never consider entering the gate wall. "

  After speaking, the second child's voice sounded again.

   "Didn't we accept a batch of family branches who came to study every five years?"

   "You don't really think that it's all fun to pass it on to people in the family branch, do you? Patroling the plateau has broken your mind.

fart! It's all superficial, it seems to be high-tech, but in fact it's something that has come to an end, or has entered a dead end. To go further, it is more difficult than completely eradicating the witch.

  Remember, the disciples we choose are all infants. You are, I am, Masters are, Elders are, never ever never change. "

  Hearing these words, Ruthless Zhao's heart was cold. The Bufa Temple was similar to what he guessed, and all the things they brought out were fooling people. Of course, even things that fool people are still countless times better than things that are handed down from the family branch.

'well! '

   Sighed in my heart, let's slip away first.

   Then, consider how to steal the teacher.

   "Chi Liu—"

  In an instant, he fled into the ground suddenly.

  The two brothers who were chatting could not help being surprised when they felt his actions.

"not good."

  The eldest brother monk picked up the iron rod inserted next to him, aimed at the sleeping position surnamed He just now, and smashed it down hard.

   "Boom—"

   A rock-shattering explosion exploded, and the earth collapsed inch by inch in an instant.

   At the same time, an extremely hot breath penetrated deep into the ground.

  The famous ruthless man who was walking in hiding and wanted to escape was naturally prepared.

   Almost as soon as he got into the ground, a layer of emerald green cassock covered his whole body.

   "Kacha—"

   In less than a second, the majestic thermal energy bombarded and shattered the disaster relief seal on the spot.

   But his movements did not stop at all.

   Chi slipped and fled towards the distance.

   "Huh? Strange!"

  The two monks looked at the broken pit on the ground, their brows clustered together involuntarily.

   A stick didn't beat the person to lie down, but the person slipped away.

   On the other side, in a hidden place, a golden skeleton trembled violently, the bones on the back were shattered, and numerous cracks appeared.

"ah-"

  (end of this chapter)

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