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Chapter 8 Blood Monk Wukong

Zhu Shi suddenly became very busy, and when he got up early in the morning, he had disappeared.

Originally, they made an appointment to go to Luoyang City together to inquire about Su Gezhuang, but now it seems that they can only go by themselves, because Su Ying was also taken out to play by Qionghua.

In desperation, he had no choice but to go out by himself.

Riding on the big white horse, Chen Yang headed slowly to Luoyang under the resentful eyes of the two maids.

Chen Yang took out the apples from the bag. This guy Chen Yang ordered the maid to make them last night. Not just apples but various fruits, as well as clear water, seasonings for cooking, ingredients, vegetables, rice flour, table , chairs, cases, anyway, all kinds of conceivable things have been put into the baggage. He has not found the upper limit of the baggage brought from the game for the time being. The pile of silver and gold has been put into the baggage, leaving only a string number.

While eating an apple, I enjoyed the morning sun. The temperature at this time is the best. After a while, it would be no fun to wait for the sun to shine on the ground. It would be too hot.

"You don't have to worry about work, you don't have to worry about waking up too late in the morning, your kids will be late for school, you don't have to worry about your boss making things difficult, and you don't have to drink all kinds of things with smiling faces for business entertainment. It's such a good day."

"Alas!" Chen Yang sighed, not knowing how his wife and children are doing now, and whether his mother is hiding in a corner and crying alone.

"what!"

Chen Yang watched from a distance that the three people, one in front and one behind, were chasing after Qinggong, moving forward along the bank of Luoshui River, leading a monk in plain white monk robes.

In the middle is a Taoist priest who holds a long sword and wears a blue, black, black and white Taoist robe. The Taoist priest has a black lotus embroidered on his back, and on the lotus pod of the black lotus is a gold-rimmed Tai Chi picture.

Not far behind is a middle-aged man carrying a long knife.

"Wukong? Chen Fang? Qinglian Road?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Chen Yang's mouth: "Interesting."

Chen Yang dismounted and patted the horse's buttocks. The big white horse understood and turned around and ran towards Qiushui Pavilion.

Hanging from a distance, following at a leisurely pace, Chen Yang wanted to see what these guys really wanted to do.

After half an hour, Wukong finally stopped and stood on a wooden bridge.Turning around and looking at the two people behind him clasping their hands together, he said compassionately: "You two benefactors, the poor monk has no time to be polite." After a pause, a gentle smile appeared on Junyi's face.

Standing on a dirt slope not far away, Chen Yang took out another apple in his hand and pinned the skin with a dagger.

Wukong clasped his palms together and said to Chen Yang, "Benefactor Chen! After leaving the mountain temple that day, the poor monk misses the benefactor very much."

Chen Yang rolled his eyes and said: "If I am missed by a beautiful woman, I can still be happy, but if I am missed by a single old virgin. I feel scared when I think about it. You better not miss me."

Chen Yang tore off the peel and took a bite: "Leave me alone, I'm just watching the fun, you guys go on."

Chen Fang laughed and said: "Brother Chen! Haha. You are very leisurely."

Chen Yang said: "Yes, each of you has your own affairs to be busy with, and I am different from you."

Chen Yang took out an apple and threw it to Chen Fang, then he walked to a big tree not far away, leaned on it and looked at them lazily.

Chen Fang took the apple and stepped back on a big rock, hoeed the long knife in his hand to the ground, then squatted on the big rock and gnawed on the apple, obviously not wanting to participate in the fight between the Taoist priest and the monk.

The Taoist priest holding the long sword frowned, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and a stern light flashed in his eyes: "Today is a coincidence, both of you are here, and neither of you can escape."

Chen Yang rolled his eyes and said: "Before you say this, you have to weigh your own strength before speaking! You little... uh, you are also back to basics? This is interesting."

Wu Kong answered: "There are high and low points for returning to the basics. The Long Benefactor has just made a breakthrough recently, so he urgently needs a battle. Chen Benefactor, this target for training is not often found."

Chen Yang looked at Wukong contemptuously, and didn't want to talk to him, this monk is very bad.

"I won't participate anymore. Recently, I feel that the waist and legs are not very flexible." Chen Yang said.

"Huh! Isn't it? You, Chen Yang, are the only man in Mingyu Palace. There are all kinds of flowers blooming in this palace, and there are all kinds of sweet voices. You are happier than the emperor in the palace. The first and second palace masters of Mingyu Palace You are the most beautiful in this world, of course your waist and legs are no longer loose, oops! I am very envious." Long Qiulin mocked.

Chen Yang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he burst into anger in an instant. He raised his hand and struck out a golden dragon, saying: "If you want to die, just say so! I will help you!"

Long Qiulin stabbed dozens of swords in an instant, and the golden dragon was scattered in the air by the continuous sword energy.

"Stealing from me to teach the peerless movement, killing me to teach dozens of people, causing a local branch to be paralyzed, you, Chen Yang, are still No. 1 in this world.

how?Just allow you to kill the people I teach, and you can't let me scold you? " Long Qiulin said angrily.

Wukong chuckled, and chanted the Buddha's name "Amitabha."

"Thief monk! Don't think that I don't know the purpose of your attack. He, Chen Yang, will die sooner or later! He can be killed at any time. Today is your burial place, and no one can save you!" Long Qiulin cursed.

"Monk! You seem to be hated!" Chen Yang said.

Long Qiulin snorted softly, and threw a sword aura towards Wu Kong with the long sword in his hand!
Wukong was solemn and solemn, like the ancient Buddha in the temple, with his palms folded, the sword energy collided with Wukong's body and dissipated out of thin air like smoke blown by the wind.

"Almsgiver! When is the time for retribution, don't be blinded by hatred, you must put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately! May all sins be punished on me, O Amitabha!"

There was endless anger in Long Qiulin's eyes, and a strong murderous intent permeated his whole body: "This is the disappearance of mist in Apparition!"

"Wukong, you invaded the main altar of my teaching, robbed my teaching of the supreme body method, and killed more than forty members of my teaching. Crazy people like you, I really want to ask, how did the Tathagata teach this." Long Qiulin shouted angrily.

The white monk's robe on Wukong's body was windless, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, his pupils gradually turned blood-colored, and he said in a contemptuous tone: "Oh! If you wait for these evil spirits to go astray, I! What if I kill them all?" You, Qinglian Dao, are the chief evil in this world, eliminating demons! Protecting Dao! It is my Buddhist duty!"

Long Qiulin murderously Yingye scolded angrily: "Hey! I, the Lotus Daoist, have never claimed to be righteous! You are a disciple of Buddhism! You must have been taught by a demon! You attacked and killed my sect while my patriarch was out, and I will call you today! eye for eye!"

"Qinglian sword way!"

Long Qiulian wiped out a continuous stream of sword energy, and the sword energy was mighty, striking towards Wukong.

Wukong clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and shouted the Buddha's name: "Oh Amitabha Buddha!" ​​A huge reclining Buddha shone with blood-colored brilliance, and continuous sword energy pierced into the huge reclining Buddha, like a mud cow entering the sea. sound.

"Amitabha Buddha! There are all kinds of evil in this world! All kinds of evil! If you are evil, you will die! My Buddha also has Wei Tuo Dharma protection! You must know that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Wukong clasped his palms together, his plain white monk robe moved without wind, lowered his head slightly, and murmured the vows to overcome the catastrophe: "When the sword and soldiers are catastrophe.

I should educate all sentient beings.

Uphold the precept of not killing and even right view.

Uproot all living beings from the ten evils.

An Zhiling lives in the path of the ten virtues.

Eliminate all blindness and enlightenment to show good dharma.

I will destroy this kalpa's turbid life, turbid sentient beings, turbid afflictions and turbid views.

There is nothing left.

Famine.

I should persuade all sentient beings.

Stay in tanparamita and even prajnaparamita.

It is also like this when I advise all living beings to live in the six paramitas.

All beings are hungry.

Darkness, filth, resentment and thieves fight.

And all troubles are silenced.

In the plague disaster.

I should educate all sentient beings.

He ordered to live in the Six Harmonies.

It also ordered An to stop the four-shot method.

All the darkness of all the diseases and diseases of sentient beings shall be eradicated immediately.

In the half-virtuous kalpa, the annihilation of sentient beings is such an affliction..."

When he raised his head again, Wukong's eyes glistened with blood, and endless murderous aura filled the air!It was cold and biting.Like falling into hell!
"No! This monk is possessed!" Long Qiulin shouted loudly.

Chen Fang retreated far away in an instant, and he was the weakest of the three present!
"Interesting!" Chen Yang said with interest.

Wukong laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha! One day is empty! One day is empty! Coming and going are all empty! Walking is empty! Lying is empty! Breathing through the sky is Wukong! Hahahaha..."

Wukong raised his hand and slashed at Long Qiulin with a palm, and the evil internal force rolled towards Long Qiulin like a long dragon.

Long Qiulin moved half a foot horizontally, dodging Wukong's attack, and stabbed dozens of times with the long sword in his hand.

Wukong raised his hand and punched to shatter the rolling sword energy, took a step forward, and instantly came to Long Qiulin's body, raised his fist and blasted.

Long Qiulin received the punch abruptly with the horizontal sword in his chest, and his body was thrown back several feet, his blood churning.He looked at Wukong and then at Chen Yang, who was watching the fun, and felt a sense of retreat. He was also back to basics, and Wukong was a bit stronger than Long Qiulin.

Chen Yang over there seems to be stronger.

Long Qiulin drew back more than a dozen feet in a row, and then looked at Wukong and Chen Yang warily.

Wukong was very evil at this moment, his blood-red eyes were sharp and wild, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Chen benefactor! I have long wanted to compete with you, from the first time I saw you. That day you I simply punched the poor monk, but my heart was itchy!"

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