dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After a small episode, everyone just wanted to move on when they heard Sanskrit sounds.

The solemn chanting sound came from all directions at the same time, resounding through the whole world.

Everyone was in a trance for a moment, feeling as if they were suddenly in a Buddhist kingdom.

Especially Xiao Wuxin and the young skinheads immediately sat cross-legged and recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra".

But even though he was chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha, Xiao Wuxin still sat in front of Hua Jiunan and firmly protected his brother.

As the scriptures became more grand, refreshing sandalwood floated around.

In the fragrance, boundless nectar descends from the sky, and endless golden lotuses spring up from the earth.

On the innumerable golden lotuses, each sits a beautiful couple who are almost coquettish. They are the flower demon Manzhu and the leaf demon Shahua.

Many flower demons and leaf demons, both real and illusory, got up at the same time, and performed a Buddha ceremony towards Hua Jiunan and others.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Little monk Manzhushahua paid homage to Wuxin Buddha, and met Emperor Tingmeng, Lord Long, and the Major General."

"I have seen the Lord of Ten Thousand Snakes."

Hua Jiunan and the others, except for the wicked duo, are all gentlemen, so they naturally return their courtesy when they see this.

Especially Xiao Wuxin, who returned the salute while opening his mouth: "Namo Amitabha, the big monk is polite, but the little monk is ashamed."

"Young monk can feel that there is no malice in the heart of the big monk. I don't know why he blocked my brother's way?"

While speaking Wuxin, she stretched out her chubby little hand and subconsciously grabbed the bone mask hanging on her chest.

Seeing this, Manzhu and Shahua looked at each other and smiled wryly: "The big monk Buddha has a clear mind, and the little monk admires it."

"It's just that although we claim to be disciples of the Buddha, we are not tolerated by heaven and earth."

"In desperation, we can only try to change the world, and hope that the Buddha will see clearly, and the emperor will be gracious."

Manzhushahua waved his hands together while talking, and saw a bed made of golden lotus floating out slowly, directly in front of Hua Jiunan.

Lying on the bed was the comatose snow corpse—the brave general.

Seeing this, Chang Huaiyuan hurried forward and lowered his head to check, and after a while, he nodded slightly to Hua Jiunan.

Indicating that the snow corpse is only temporarily fainted, and the rest is fine.

Hua Jiunan clasped his fists at Manzhu Shahua deeply: "Thank you two for not hurting my uncle."

Facing the gratitude from the supreme royal family, Manjushahua seemed very calm and indifferent.

At this time, it is full of the charm of Buddhist enlightenment.

"You don't have to be polite, the emperor. The two of us don't embarrass the brave general. Firstly, we feel that his experience with the empress is so similar to us."

"Hey, we are both degenerates in the world, so why make things difficult for each other."

"It's just the brave general and empress, but they are much, much luckier than us..."

Speaking of this, the wry smiles on the faces of Manzhu and Shahua grew stronger, and they cuddled closer to each other.

After kissing each other affectionately like no one else, they continued to speak.

"The second is to use this move to completely cut off the goodness in our hearts...Since it is useless to preserve goodness, and it is useless to worship the Buddha, why should we continue to humiliate ourselves!"

"So Wuxin Buddha and Emperor please be careful!"

After the flower demon and the leaf demon finished speaking, the solemn and solemn chanting sound stopped instantly.

At the same time, there is also the nectar of Pujiang.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Wuxin was the first to react.

Immediately led the young skinheads to form a circle, firmly protecting Hua Jiunan in the middle.

"Buddha sons cut off the Buddha's heart, they... Alas! Namo Amitabha!"

This Buddha's name is as heavy and meaningful as the first sentence Wuxin said after he became a demon...

As soon as Wu Xin finished speaking, a howling black wind suddenly blew around.

Where the black wind passed by, the original golden lotus turned into a black lotus with a devilish aura.

The "many" manjusawa nestled against each other on the black lotus instantly merged and revealed their true bodies.

On their coquettish fair faces, there are mysterious black lines at the same time, each occupying half of their faces.

Then Manzhu and Shahua kissed each other resolutely and deeply again, and these lines also embraced each other tightly. They were the Bianhua flowers that bloomed on the banks of the Wangchuan River in the past.

The flower that symbolizes this life and never sees each other in the next life... Now they can finally embrace each other openly!

The world changes color!

Countless black lightnings descended from the sky, as if they were about to split the earth into pieces...