Da Bong fights more people

"Hold on, hold on," Mount Mounted murmured brokenly, tightly twisting the hem of the skirt with her delicate little hands.

Huaiqing's pupils dilated slightly, and there was a thought in her heart, an extremely clear thought, which was translated into two words: don't.

Xu Pingzhi stood up, clenched his hands into fists, as if exerting strength with his nephew.

"You don't seem to care if he becomes a monk or not."

The mediocre woman glanced at it, and found that everyone was nervous and angry, but this cousin did not look at Deng Tuzi, but stared fiercely at Du Er Luohan.

"I care." Xu Nian said.

"Then why do you keep staring at Du Er Luohan?"

"I was wondering from which angle I should stab him."

On the roof of the Star Observation Tower, Emperor Yuan Jing turned around abruptly, pointed at Xu Qi'an in the secret realm, and said eagerly: "Jianzheng, I will not allow Xu Qi'an to escape into Buddhism and become a Buddhist disciple.

"No matter what method you use, you must stop it."

Jianzheng smiled and said: "Your Majesty is the Ninth Five-Year Honor, you don't need to care about a silver gong."

"no!"

Emperor Yuan Jing vetoed it outright, and said angrily: "Da Feng has finally produced a genius from the sky, how can he be saved by Buddhism, you must stop him, even if you lose the game."

The supervisor nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty."

He held the wine glass, and the wine in the glass was calm, reflecting the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the people's lives.

Jianzheng's old palm, with bulging veins, seemed to be accumulating strength.

With the Diamond Sutra in his hands, his goal has been achieved. As for the level of "Asura's questioning the heart", external forces must be used to stop it. Xu Qi'an alone is absolutely unable to resist the Buddha Dharma empowerment.

But at this moment, the supervisor suddenly stopped and looked into the distance in astonishment.That is the direction of Yunlu Academy.

"Ah, the dog slave resisted." Zhuan Zhuan screamed excitedly.

In the Buddhist realm, inside the temple, Xu Qi'an let go of his hand holding the sable hat, and the sable hat was still on his head.

He briefly gained self-will, resisting joining Buddhism and resisting the instilled thoughts.

This breath is the breath of countless people outside the arena.

Arhat Du Er frowned, shook his head and said, "Only by converting to Buddhism can we escape from the sea of ​​suffering and live immortality. Only by immortality can we save others. You obviously have great Buddha roots, but why are you so obsessed with it?"

Xu Qi'an's resistance seemed to have attracted the wrath of the Buddha statue, the fog in Foshan trembled violently, and an indomitable golden body dharma condensed.

It is like everything in the world, everything becomes small, clouds and mists surround him, and Faxiang's face is hidden in the sky invisible to the naked eye.

The temple is not as big as the palm of the dharma.

Qingtian's Faxiang lowered his head slowly, looking at the temple, and then slowly stretched out his huge Buddha's palm.

Press down!

In the temple, Xu Qi'an's shoulders suddenly sank, as if a mountain had been pressed on his shoulders.

The overwhelming pressure forced him to kneel down.

Can't kneel, can't kneel Xu Qi'an felt a warning sign, he had a hunch that once he knelt, there would be no turning back.

He will become another self, a Xu Qi'an who respects the Buddha and worships the Buddha.

Outside the temple, the Buddha's palm holding the sky and Dharma face was pressed down again.

Kakaka Xu Qi'an's bones made crackling noises like beans, especially the spine, which protruded faintly and would pierce flesh and blood at any time.

His head was buried even lower, and he couldn't straighten up.

The only constant is that the knees are not bent.

Don't kneel, don't kneel, don't kneel!Even if I want to believe in Buddhism, I believe in it willingly, and no one can tame me.

With his head down, Xu Qi'an's face flushed red, sweat rolled down drop by drop, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he tried his best to resist the pressure from the sky.

He opened his mouth, and stubbornly spit out: "Don't kneel!"

Yunlu Academy.

In the sub-sacred hall, the rich fresh air rushed straight into the sky, and the whole hall shook again.

In the academy, the students and masters either raised their heads, or walked out of the room, looking in the direction of the Asia Temple.

The clear light in the hall flickered one after another, and the dean Zhao Shou and three great scholars appeared at the same time.

"What's going on, why did senior move again?" Zhang Shen said in astonishment.

The mahogany box hanging above the statue of Yasheng vibrated violently. This time, the vibration was extremely strong, and the things inside seemed to be eager to come out.

"Someone mobilized the power of sentient beings again?" Li Mubai's eyes widened in disbelief.

Dean Zhao Shou frowned, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, please be quiet."

Unexpectedly, the vibration of the mahogany box became more and more violent.

Seeing this, the three great Confucian scholars immediately raised their righteous spirits, joined forces with the dean Zhao Shou, suppressed the mahogany box, cupped their hands and said, "Senior, please be quiet."

The mahogany box was quiet again, but the next moment

"boom!"

The mahogany box exploded, and the light in the sub-sacred hall shook. The dean, Zhao Shou, and the three great Confucians felt their chests collided, and blood spurted wildly, and they all flew together.

A ray of clear light broke out of the box, crashed through the roof of the hall, and rose through the air.

Dean Zhao Shou chased out of the sub-sacred hall, his eyes followed the clear light, it swept across the mountains and disappeared into the sky.

That's the direction of the capital

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that Master Xu's obsession is so deep. After converting to Buddhism, the Buddha's heart must be clearer." Du Er Luohan clasped his hands together.

Zhuang Zhuo glared fiercely at Duer Luohan, she suddenly walked out of the arbor and shouted: "Don't kneel down to the bald donkey, dog slave, stand still."

In the Buddhist realm, Xu Qi'an's shoulders were bloody and his cervical spine was bent at a strange angle. His pain was clearly reflected in the eyes of everyone outside the arena.

What kind of obsession is this that makes people keep their knees straight under such heavy pressure.

This is Xu Qi'an?