The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Ouyang was also very curious when he saw Huizhi being lifted up by Dong Xuzi with one hand.

What kind of Dali Pill did the monk in front of him take? His level was able to improve so quickly.

In the past, a "Buddhist holy son (fake)" was dragged across the border by his own brother and was hung up with a hammer.

Now it can actually be improved faster than the realm of several treacherous disciples?

He has even reached the level of a great monk!

But now the title behind the Huizhi attribute board has changed from "The Holy Son of Buddhism (pseudo)" to "The Abandoned Son of Heaven."

This is somewhat intriguing.

You must know that there is another Huizhi squatting in Jiuyou, and now the title of Huizhi in front of him has changed.

So who should be the Hui Zhi squatting in the Nine Netherworld?

And this "abandoned son of heaven" is even more intriguing. This word doesn't sound like a complimentary word at all.

"The Abandoned Son of Heaven"

Could it be that the way of heaven has also placed its stones on the chessboard of heaven and earth?

And the wisdom in front of me has become an abandoned chess piece?

Countless thoughts flashed through Ouyang's mind. The more he looked at it, the more interesting the wisdom in front of him became.

"Hey, great monk, let's talk about it, tell me the secret about you, and I'll talk to my boss about keeping your body intact." Ouyang looked at Huizhi in front of him and said.

Although Huizhi's throat was pinched, the indifference and calmness in her eyes did not change at all.

"Why are you so confident that you can kill me?" Huizhi said in a calm tone as if he was being carried a chicken.

呵？

How fresh is it?

I have seen people who are not afraid of death, but I have never seen anyone who is not afraid of death.

Now he is being carried like a chicken, and he is still asking with shamelessness why he is so confident that he dares to kill him?

"Crack!"

Dong Xuzi didn't even talk nonsense. He used his right hand slightly and broke Huizhi's neck.

Ouyang looked at Huizhi, whose neck was tilted to one side at a weird angle, and said with a black line on his head: "Old man, are you a little too hasty to kill without even asking first?"

Dongxuzi snorted coldly and said: "In my hands, his true energy and soul cannot come out. If he dies, he is dead. If anything happens, it will be a big deal and he will be killed!"

The tone was cold, as if Kong Ming's death was filled with resentment. Dong Xuzi just wanted to vent. He also knew very well that since the little monk in front of him could break through to the fusion state in two years, he must have two brushes.

Even if he sealed his true energy and soul in his own hands and broke his neck, Dong Xuzi still believed that this could not kill him.

But what does that matter? I just want to kill him to vent my resentment.

Dong Xuzi, who usually laughed and cursed, now looked like a butcher in a chicken farm, his eyes calm, as if killing was as simple as drinking water for him.

The many eminent monks opposite all bowed their heads in silence, clasped their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly, as if they had not seen the death of Huizhi in front of them.

Ouyang looked at Huizhi who Dong Xuzi threw on the ground like garbage, and said with a firm tone: "Stand up, there is no need to act in such a clumsy show."

Huizhi, who was lying on the ground like mud, began to squirm with his western limbs, and stiffly climbed up from the ground. His twisted neck showed a strange angle, and he looked at Ouyang with his head hanging.

The calmness and indifference on his face remained unchanged, and he said in an unhurried tone: "Senior brother, you really have a keen eye, and this little trick can't hide it from you!"

Huizhi's bizarre painting style seems extremely out of place with the burning Buddha's light behind him, like a devil standing in the sun, but the light is surrounding him!

He slowly untied his cassock and slowly took off his clothes, revealing his smooth bronze upper body. Buddhas with different expressions on his body were looming above his wisdom.

Ouyang looked at Huizhi in front of him strangely. He didn't understand why the great monk in front of him suddenly took off his clothes.

Does this kid want to use his body to please Dong Xuzi?

When Dong Xuzi saw the looming Buddha on Huizhi, his originally indifferent face became even more gloomy, and he stepped forward.

The vast pressure rushed towards Huizhi like a tsunami, and Huizhi was crushed into a puddle of flesh!

And in this pool of meat, a hand stretched out from the meat, and a bright head of wisdom emerged from the meat.

The meaty mess crawled out as Hui Zhi's forehead turned into Hui Zhi again.

"Donor, don't waste your efforts. I told you that you can't kill me!" Huizhi looked at Dong Xuzi in front of him calmly and indifferently, his calm eyes silently but extremely mocking the number one in the world in front of him.

But Dong Xuzi remained silent, as if he had already understood what the wisdom in front of him actually meant!

Just like Pucong in White Elephant City, Huizhi seems to be invincible and can still live after death.

The secret method came from Huizhi, so Huizhi must know this secret method.

Ouyang interjected a little weirdly and asked: "How many believers can you have at your age? Did you also establish some kind of ghost and Buddha kingdom?"

Hearing Ouyang's inquiry, he seemed to be amused by Ouyang's stupid question. Huizhi chuckled and said: "The junior monk is still young, so naturally he doesn't have many converts. Calculated, it's only a few thousand!"

The number is in the thousands, which means that Ming Huizhi can be resurrected thousands of times. With Dong Xuzi's ability, it only takes a day to kill Huizhi thousands of times.

But Ouyang's face became serious, and he realized how stupid his question was now!

The believers Huizhi is talking about are probably not ordinary people, but those Arhat Bodhisattvas who accept the secret method he passed down!

If these Buddhist monks become his followers, the Buddhist kingdom established by Arhat Bodhisattva will naturally belong to Wisdom!

And those believers in the Buddhist Kingdom naturally belong to Wisdom!

Just like a pyramid, wisdom is the top of the pyramid, Bodhisattvas and Arhats are the middle level, and countless living beings become the base.

This also explains very well why Huizhi was promoted to the combined realm and became a great monk in such a short period of time.

Thousands of Buddhist monks collectively work for Huizhi. In one year, Huizhi is equivalent to thousands of years of cultivation!

This secret method is really terrifying. Not only does it allow the monks to break through at will without bottlenecks, it can even feed back to the source itself!

And with the wisdom of thousands of Buddhas cultivating together, how can it not be regarded as the birth of a true Buddha into the world now?

And as Buddhism continues to expand with this secret method, the strength of Huizhi will become higher and higher, when the entire world is shrouded under the control of Buddhism.

Huizhi is the only true Buddha in the entire world!

Hiss...so terrifying!

Looking at the densely packed Buddha tattoos on Huizhi's body, Ouyang's throat moved and he said, "Are you covered in tattoos like this?"

Huizhi answered calmly: "Only the believers who are engraved on my body can be considered a refuge!"

Ouyang asked strangely:

"Then...then which unlucky guy is tattooed on your lower body?"