I Became an Anonymous Boss

Bai Taki sighed in a low voice, the Immortal Slashing Saber could break through the Confucian sage's homeland and world, but it failed to break through his realm.

Perhaps there is no such thing as a realm for demons.

The young man put away the peerless blade light, and a purple thunder ring rose behind his back, opening the Heaven's Punishment Thunder Pond.

Picking up the four-style thunderbolt, the hammer that drank the thunder swelled to the size of half Mount Sumeru.

The sledgehammer fell, and the momentum was shocking, but this was not a lore, this move was just a cover-up.

The deadly ultimate move lies in the spirit snake spit beads under the cover of the thunder.

The big demon raised his hand to hold up the thunder hammer that fell from the sky, and at the same time, he did not hesitate to hold the flying golden thunderball.

Bai Taki gasped, he would rather let the Thunder Bead out of his body, and use it as a sword pill, as long as he gets close to it, he has a chance to detonate directly.

Although it is a pity to lose the Thunder Orb, compared to the results of the battle, the sacrifice is completely worth it.

It's a pity that the opponent didn't give him a chance, knocked the thunder beads back, and tore apart the mighty thunder pool with his bare hands.

Then, the big demon turned around and headed towards the old monk in gray robe.

Grab the gap, pick the weakest, and try to break the situation in one fell swoop. As long as you break the Arhat's golden body, you can tear the restriction of the small Sumeru Mountain and get out of here.

He thought so, Shirataki also knew, and the old monk in gray robe knew it even more.

Bai Taki was about to gallop forward, but he saw the old monk shaking his head insignificantly.

The young man restrained his inner impulse, and immediately exhaled silently, sinking his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Started to perform a complete reversal of the demon, the tepid demon qi turned into the real power of the demon at an extremely fast speed, and the mountain was covered in ink.

Kasyapa Arhat showed a faint smile and nodded with satisfaction.

There are many young people who are passionate and impulsive, but there are few calm bystanders. It is very important to know how to make choices.

Smart people always have to work hard, and the extreme of wisdom will hurt. Therefore, the old monk can bear as much as he can, and he will pay more!

The old monk immediately sat on the ground. What he is best at is not fighting, but sitting meditation.

It has been 500 years since the Buddha was carved, perhaps this ray of obsession has already surpassed that year, it is not the state of mind, but patience.

Arhat lives three hundred years old, no matter what, he can't practice sitting meditation for 500 years, but the forgotten old monk has been sitting for more than 500 years.

Sitting on the table, this place is the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

The big demon couldn't break through it for a while.

Every impact shakes the mountain, and the small Sumeru Mountain is full of cracks, and the rocks are rolling down, which is in danger.

The old monk sitting in meditation clasped his palms together and recited the Vajra Heart Sutra. After thousands of impacts on his golden body, cracks appeared one after another.

After half a stick of incense, the old monk was already bleeding from his seven orifices, staining his gray robe with blood.

The thin body is still as motionless as a mountain.

Kasyapa Arhat's obsession has been strong for 500 years. It is the regret left by the deceased, and he will not be reluctant to die.

The dead should die.

Seeing that little Mount Sumeru was about to be torn apart by this great demon, the old monk didn't have any fear in his heart, instead he remembered the past events one by one, and the revolving lantern passed before his eyes.

He is a disciple of Buddhism, and he has been sincere to Buddha all his life. Even the woman he knew since childhood was only regarded as a test to become a Buddha. The decades that passed by in a hurry do not need to be remembered at all. The only person who is always by his side is Qing Lamp ancient Buddha.

However, before dying, what he remembered was that little girl clumsily building a snowman at the entrance of the alley when he first met him. He looked at her red fingers from the cold, and hurried over to hold an umbrella for her. The little girl with red lips and white teeth smiled happily, which he will remember all his life.

The girl became a young and beautiful woman, and she always came to the Buddhist temple to talk to herself, but she devoted herself to the Buddha and was unwilling to face her emotions directly.

The more frequently she came and the more she talked, the more silent she became, facing her with a cold face, and the benefactor asked for her back.

After three years of retreat, she also waited for three years and asked if she could be taken away.

I am still silent, this miss is many years.

But she is still waiting, she still can't let go.

I don't know how long it has passed, but she finally stopped coming.

I still remember the last time we met, the woman's temples were a little more frosty.

It was also snowing heavily that day. She came to the Buddhist temple with an umbrella, cried and said that she had no regrets, and then asked the monk, do you regret it?

That smile reflected the previous one, and he couldn't answer for the first time, and his eyes and mind were filled with the back of her leaving empty-handed.

The past has become obsession.

Looking back at the past, the old monk suddenly realized in a single thought, and only then did he remember that it turned out that the first thing that moved his heart...was himself.

The fatal trance caused the old monk to break his sitting meditation skills, and the Vajra Heart Sutra that he had recited countless times also came to a standstill, and he could no longer recite even a single word!

In a trance, for the first time in my life, I feel guilty, understand my mind for the first time, and abandon the Buddha for the first time.

However, I felt that in an instant, my heart was as clear as glass.

If you don't pick it up, how can you put it down?

Does Buddhism have to stay away from the seven emotions and six desires?

Abandoning emotions and sitting for 500 years without being able to become a human being, is it possible to become a Buddha?

Where in life is not a Zen machine.

The old monk's knot was relieved, and suddenly tears streamed down his face.

If there is another chance, he will hold that woman's hand without hesitation.

What Buddha to cultivate, what scriptures to recite!

There are so many things in the world, you are my Zen!

The golden body was broken, and the old monk took the initiative to shatter the golden body of the Arhat. The Buddha's light was shattered, and the pure land collapsed.

It was supposed to be an act of mantis' arms, but it would be annihilated in the magic power.

He lowered his head and just ran wildly. He couldn't see any rational madness, but he raised his Zen to the extreme at this moment.

Abandoning the sitting meditation that can still support half a stick of incense, in exchange for this unreasonable hand, no one knows what he is thinking, maybe he is just regretting, but he just doesn't want to do those things that are taken for granted.

But this trick is also a feat. The small Mount Sumeru was split in two, and the old monk was no longer protected by the Buddha's light, but his dying body was able to grow lotuses every step of the way. The realm of a Bodhisattva.

The big devil didn't understand either, but Fang Xuanji was unwilling to back down from this person all his life, so he chose to fight hard.

The Zen spirit soars to the nine heavens, and in the small Sumeru Mountain, the devil Buddha is in the same cage.

In an instant of confrontation, Mount Sumeru was broken.

The Dharma is boundless, and the devil is ten feet high.

The old monk stumbled and stopped, dissipating into glass-like dust.

His eyes were illusory, as if there was a snow-falling alley in front of him, in front of him was a little girl carved in pink and jade, making a snowman, her little hands were red from the cold, and a little monk hugged the umbrella without even thinking about it, and ran towards that figure.

The world is safe and secure.

live up to the Tathagata

Live up to you

……

The old monk scattered with the wind and completely disappeared from the world.

As he dissipated, Mount Sumeru also completely collapsed, a golden light flashed, and there was one more person and one demon in the center of the Southern Tang Royal Road.

No... not one person and one demon.

The great demon was freed, broke free from the shackles of Buddhism, and killed his inner enemy with his own hands, laughing heartily.

"why are you laughing?"

Cold words came from behind, interrupting his laughter.

The young man stood behind him less than ten steps away, very close.

Fang Xuanji turned around slowly: "Of course I can laugh, slashing the enemy with my hands, breaking free from the shackles, Confucianism and Taoism have successfully transformed into demons, there is no place in the world that I can't go to, and there is no one I can't kill, even if they are a little closer to the real demon lord The distance, I believe it is not far! When I turn the Southern Tang Dynasty into a demon realm on earth..."

"That's impossible." Shirataki said lightly, "I'm here, so don't be foolish."

"Heh, you alone?" Fang Xuanji sneered.

"If you are still a Confucian saint, I dare not let you out, because you will run far away, but now that you have no Confucian saint and legal appearance, you can't follow the law. If you run too far, I can catch up." Bai Taki said lightly: "Your greatest advantage is gone."

Fang Xuanji smiled and bent over.

The big demon grinned mockingly: "I see what you can do to stop me!"

Bai Taki took a step forward: "Come on, take one!"

He threw away his weapon, and with only his fists and feet, he raised the dragon in martial arts all over the world.

He swung his fist like a rising dragon from the earth, but was firmly suppressed by the big demon with one hand.

Shirataki transformed his fist into a palm, and cut to the opponent's neck, the big demon clasped his wrist, crossing his hands.

The gang qi was fierce, and the devil qi surged. Shirataki hit the big devil with a head hammer, which was a coincidence.

The big demon sneered, then threw his head back suddenly, a gleam of blood appeared between his brows, his feet stepped on the ground, and he slid back a few feet.

He touched the dark red blood between his brows, and suddenly felt strange.

However, he had only retreated three feet away, and he would be injured. His physique is so strong, the body of a big demon shouldn't even have scratches.

Bai Taki's forehead also had blood stains, but he didn't suffer from exchanging injuries.

Rolling up his sleeves, he chased after him, pressed Fang Xuanji's head with one hand, and smashed it against the ground. While Fang Xuanji was still standing, he erupted with devilish energy, trying to shake Shirataki back, but the devilish energy suddenly dissipated after the collision. As if neutralized, leaving only slight cracks in the ground.

The young man let go of his hands and hugged his knees, forming an upward and downward pinching gesture with his elbows and knees. Fang Xuanji stuck his elbows, and the back of his head supported his knees. endlessly.

The big demon slapped the ground and said angrily, "How is that possible!"

The blue bricks on the ground didn't show any face at all, and there were no signs of brokenness at all. At most, they shook to show that they were still strong.

Bai Taki approached, and with a fierce tiger shot, Fang Xuanji hugged the young man's thigh, trying to break it, but it was in vain.

He decisively opened the distance, and saw Shirataki bow left and right, raised his arms, and endured two heavy blows, causing two waves of ripples to spread in the air.

The big demon's footsteps fell into the mud pit, and he raised a huge devil's energy, and hundreds of devil's energy rolled into the dragon's hand, and it was about to burst out.

Bai Taki approached again, clasped his wrist, flipped it lightly, and the two flood dragons with devilish energy turned into an earthworm, struggled weakly for a few times and then fell to the ground.