Great Emperor Myriad Chapter 1811: Bullying teachers and destroying ancestors!

"Rebel, you deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, betrayed the Buddha, and threw yourself into the devil's way. Sooner or later, you have to die!"

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

"Master, Master, are you all right? Woohoo...Senior Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you, preached and received karma?"

The young monk Huineng had tears all over his face. He ran over and helped the old monk up, his eyes full of anger and sadness.

The man in black robe was slightly shocked, his eyes showed a hint of struggle, but then he became indifferent and ruthless: "Little Junior Brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, today Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Don't think about it!"

The old monk's face was like golden paper, showing a tragic but decisive look.

"I don't know whether to live or die! If that's the case, then the Prajna Temple should be destroyed today!"

The man in black robes had murderous intent in his eyes, and instantly rushed towards the old monk and the young monk.

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

Let's die if you die, but unfortunately the inheritance of Prajna Temple is cut off, and Hui Neng will die with him when he is still young.

Boom!

But at this moment, a black streamer approached the extreme, and instantly attacked the black-robed man, which contained incomparably terrifying power. Then, he hurriedly sacrificed a red-golden Jie Dao, bursting out a powerful and unparalleled holy prestige, and slashed down towards the black streamer.

Click!

The terrifying divine light exploded, and the man in black robe only felt as if he had hit an incomparably hard Primordial Divine Mountain, and his whole body suddenly trembled violently, and the Jie Dao in his hand actually broke.

The black streamer was a small black mark, and it slammed directly on the chest of the black-robed man, blasting him out!

"Who are you?"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, staring at a figure flying from a distance.

That is a young man in white, with extraordinary heroism and detachment, with black hair flying all over his head, his eyes extremely cold, and there is a strong killing intent!

It's Ling Xiao!

"To take refuge in the demons, deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, everyone gets them and kills them! How do you want to die?"

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

Ling Xiao didn't intend to meddle in his own business, but when he found out that the black-robed man was actually a Buddhist disciple who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors, and took refuge in the demons, he turned around and wanted to kill his own mentor and junior brother. Xiao was instantly enraged.

The remnants of the demon race, bullying their teachers and destroying their ancestors, no matter which one they are, they must die, there is no room for negotiation!

"It's just you? With a mere second-rank and semi-sacred cultivation base, I really thought that if I had a powerful sacred treasure, I would dare to be savage in front of this seat? Boy, your sacred treasure is not bad, this seat smiled. !”..

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

The top-level semi-sacred treasure just now was smashed by Fantianyin. The black-robed man knew that Fantianyin was extraordinary, so he directly sacrificed a powerful sacred treasure.

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

"It turned out to be the Pan Tianyin of the Temple of War? Could it be that he is the new Lord of the Temple of War?"

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

"Fan Tianyin of the Temple of War? Master, can this benefactor beat Senior Brother Huixin? If we can't beat Senior Brother Huixin, then we will all suffer!"

Hui Neng stared at her cute big eyes, and said with some anticipation and some worry.

"Don't worry! With Fantian imprinted, he will definitely not lose! Huineng, remember that you are not allowed to be called Senior Brother Huixin in the future, he is a traitor, you must kill him in the future to avenge the whole family of my Prajna Temple. Snow hate!"

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

The old monk was seriously injured. This time, he spent his life and wisdom in the battle, and the result was even more injuries.

He has held on until now. After seeing Ling Xiao's appearance, Huineng was safe and sound, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

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

The young monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face was full of unstoppable tears, and he cried so sadly that his face was covered in tears.

"Silly child, there is no joy in life, no pain in death, I just returned to the arms of the Buddha! If you can one day enter the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pond, maybe we will meet again. Time! Hui Neng ~IndoMTL.com~ follow him in the future, he should be a good person!"

The old monk smiled at Huineng, his face full of kindness and reluctance, he touched Huineng's little head, and the whole person's breath became weaker and weaker.

Om!

The old monk sat down with his knees crossed, his hands clasped together, his eyebrows lowered, his face sympathetic, and he silently recited the scriptures in his mouth: "Guan Zi Zai

Bodhisattva, when you practice deep prajnaparamita, you will see that the five aggregates are empty, and you will save all suffering. "

"Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for feeling, perception, action and consciousness..."

With the sound of the old monk's chanting, the surrounding void filled with dazzling Buddha's light, as if the door to the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue fell, and the void vibrated in all directions, and the old monk's body began to slowly transform into A light rain.

"Sariputra, these dharmas are empty, neither arising nor perishing, neither impure nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, the sky has no form, no feelings, thoughts, actions, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, and sound. The scent touches..."

"...Therefore, when the Prajna-Paramita mantra is said, the mantra is said: Jatijati, Parajati, Parasangjaja, Bodhisattva Pohe."

As the old monk finished reciting the last sentence of the scriptures, his whole person was crystal clear, and he instantly turned into a bright rain of light, disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk Hui Neng folded his palms together, softly said a Buddha's name, choked up in his mouth, and burst into tears.

Boom!

Ling Xiao collided with Pan Tianyin and Hui Xin's demon pestle, and immediately smashed Hui Xin out again, directly smashing a large human-shaped hole out of the mountain wall in the distance.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed brightly. At this moment, he was aware of the old monk's transformation. He couldn't help feeling a little sad, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more fiery.