You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

The original body of the subduing magic pestle appeared, with its master at its left and right, and it only took a moment to kill all directions.

Zhu Jueyun waved one hand randomly, and the subduing magic pestle spun rapidly in mid-air, bringing out a black vortex, the air within a few feet was distorted, and all sounds and colors were stripped out of the space.

It was as if the soul of a hungry wolf was overlooking the crowd from above the subduing pestle, whistling and neighing, and drooling viciously.

Zhu Jueyun paced forward, expressionless, but cold and indifferent in his demeanor.

The square-faced monk grabbed the young man who was kneeling beside him, and said anxiously, "Zhu Jueyun! You really hid the magic weapon, let's see what a good job you have done!"

Zhu Jueyun glanced at him, as if he was just looking at him.

You say how ridiculous this world is, the mayfly also wants to shake the big tree, and is anxious to turn pale and celebrate, really thinking that he can aspire to the Promise.

To be weak is to be weak, to be born or to be stupid.

Someone said: "Zhu Jueyun, quickly withdraw the spell array, otherwise don't blame us for not thinking about the friendship of the same sect!"

Zhu Jueyun's figure suddenly disappeared in place, the man's eyes widened, only feeling a weak wind blowing, Zhu Jueyun was standing in front of him, looking at him calmly.

With one hand resting on the wrist and the two fingers together, the afterimage flew at an extremely fast speed. Thousands of beams of golden light surged around the man and shot into his body. He kept staring and fell to the ground upright!

Everyone was shocked.

On Fulong Mountain, no one expected Zhu Jueyun to be so bold, he dared to kill someone!

But only at this moment, Zhu Jueyun's figure disappeared again.

Several people retreated in unison.

The square-faced monk felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and suddenly a pair of big hands grabbed his throat!

When Zhu Jueyun looked at him, there was not even a trace of emotion in his eyes, and the strength in his hands became stronger, and he even lifted his feet off the ground!

The square-faced monk's face was flushed red. He was obese, and the flesh on his chin was attached to Zhu Jueyun's hands, glowing purple and greasy.

All the monks surrounded him, and read out the nameless sutra again, and bright yellow Sanskrit appeared from all sides, forming a huge vortex and wrapping around Zhu Jueyun.

Zhu Jueyun grabbed it from the void, and those Sanskrit characters that seemed to be solid were twisted and held in his hand like a piece of cloth!

"Jingwu." Zhu Jueyun called him like this, and there was not even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, as if looking at a cat or a dog.

Jing Wu is already an arhat with a double golden body. Zhu Jueyun has been in Buddhism for less than four years and has never shown his skills. Everyone on the mountain knows that this person is not easy to mess with, but they did not expect that this person has reached this level. At this moment, Jing Wu Wu unexpectedly had no room to fight back, like a fish on a chopping board, unable to move his limbs.

His face was purple, his mouth was open but he couldn't breathe in, and his throat made a 'hiss—' sound.

Zhu Jueyun finally let go, and he fell to the ground like a piece of dead meat, clutching his neck and desperately panting and retching.

There was silence in front of the courtyard, only Jing Wu's cough could be heard.

Zhu Jueyun's eyes swept away, and several people changed their faces in unison.

Look at these people, they also want to become Buddhas.

"Thousand catty scriptures are all in vain," Zhu Jueyun finally said, "I only have this little ability to embarrass a child."

The magic subduing pestle slowly stopped spinning from behind him, and the light would stop before falling back into his hand, causing these people to be on guard again.

Zhu Jueyun turned around directly, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, if there is anything to do, I hope the brothers will come to me directly, and stay away from this courtyard. The Subduing Demon Pestle has no eyes, and will not be merciful like today."

Jing Wu said in a hoarse voice: "Tiandu——you keep privately, the magic weapon—the head abbot Ruo—"

Zhu Jueyun asked directly: "What can he do?"

Jing Wu froze, suddenly speechless.

Yeah, so what if he knew.

Zhu Jueyun became a Buddha in only a hundred years, and Fulong Mountain will have great achievements. Even if he did something harmful to heaven and reason, the head abbot would not give up on this person.

Thinking about it carefully, there is such a difference in Cao Gu, the head abbot should have known it when it went up the mountain, he can even see Zhu Jueyun's karma of the tenth Buddha, how can he not see that a black dragon has turned into bones? The artifact.

After all, they are the only ones who can't see through.

Zhu Jueyun said before leaving: "This matter will not end well."

This sentence hangs in Jing Wu's heart like a knife, watching this person step by step into the yard, the door closes in response to the sound, leaving a group of people outside the door.

The moss on the stone steps is covered with a layer of red and white petals, and it is soft to step on, and there is no sound.

Zhu Jueyun stood at the end of the stone steps, his head was shaded by a tree, it was cold, Xiao Shizi sat at the beginning of the stone steps, his head was covered by a patch of sunlight, making his fluffy yellow hair glow like a halo.

Qu Conggu heard the movement, stood up abruptly and ran towards him.

Inexplicably, Zhu Jueyun was very self-conscious, opened his arms, and hugged the ray of sunlight into his arms.

Qu Conggu grew up very fast, but he was only 16 years old, and he only reached Zhu Jueyun's chin. His whole body was warm, and holding him in his arms could dispel most of the cold air in his body.

Qu Cong muffled, "What should I do?"

Zhu Jueyun's reaction was a bit slow, and after a while he said 'huh' and asked, "What should I do?"

"Caogu is injured," Qu Conggu said, "I must have caused trouble for you."

He wanted to add the words 'not intentional' and 'they were looking for trouble' but he still didn't say it, thinking it was a bit like shirking responsibility.

Zhu Jueyun said: "How can this be blamed on you."

Qu Conggu took the Demon Subduing Pestle from his hand, and looked at it back and forth.

Zhu Jueyun patted him on the back, and said in a deep voice, "It's not a trouble, but I didn't think much about it, which frightened you."

"What's the matter with these people?" Qu Conggu looked up, his pure eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts, "Have they been like this all these years?"

Then he smiled and comforted him: "I'm not afraid."

Zhu Jueyun said: "Just don't be afraid, don't pay attention to these people, they won't come again in the future."

He put the magic pestle in his hand and held it firmly, pointed his finger at his forehead and confessed: "You have the ever-burning lamp that I light as the wick, and you can order Cao Gu, just like just now, no one can hurt you." Got you."

Qu Conggu asked him, "How did brother get along with them all these years? Is it because of these people that you don't go to the training ground?"

He asked in a reserved manner, never uttering the word 'bully', probably because he was afraid of hurting Zhu Jueyun's self-esteem.

Zhu Jueyun smiled: "No, please rest assured, Xiao Shizi, no one can bully me."

Qu Cong asked: "Then why have I never seen you in the training ground?"

Zhu Jueyun said directly: "I don't want to go."

"..." Qu Cong paused for a moment, "Is this okay?"

"Okay," Zhu Jueyun kept smiling, "As long as you are strong enough, you can do anything."

He is so gifted that he can take such shameless arrogance as a matter of course.

Qu Conggu was the one who liked everything he did, so he said with a smile, "Brother is so amazing."

Zhu Jueyun suddenly felt that he was a little bored.

How cool do you think this is playing, with such a brat.

He reflected on himself, but Xiao Shizi sincerely admired you as your master: "Have everyone outside been beaten to the ground by you alone? Brother, where do you rank in Fulong Mountain?"

Zhu Jueyun really thought about this question seriously for a moment.

Zhu Jueyun: ...

Xiao Shizi looked at him earnestly, and then said to himself: "I think it can be ranked in the top ten. Qian Zhu said that you are as good as their ancestors."

Zhu Jueyun coughed: "Big, probably."

Xiao Shizi said happily: "I knew it!"

Zhu Jueyun had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

There were still a group of people outside who didn't know what to do with them, but inside the courtyard they began to happily count their heads.

Speaking of which, this kid is actually quite strong inside.

The wind and the petals blew up the world in the small courtyard, swaying and swaying endlessly.

When something like this happened today, Zhu Jueyun didn't leave for a day, so he summoned Cao Gu and taught Qu Conggu how to use the magic weapon.

This child has some aura, which can be seen by any Taoist priest. In addition, he has received a lot of favors since he was a child, so he can learn some simple spells very quickly.

Zhu Jueyun remembered that the child didn't like to read very much when he was a child. He often read a scripture, and when he looked up, he had already fallen asleep, and his nose and nose were soaked.

This afternoon he was quite serious, Zhu Jueyun wanted him to take a break but he didn't find a chance to say it.

Later in the evening, with a wave of Qu Conggu's hand, the subduing magic pestle was able to rise into the air, and it spun several times, with Sanskrit words faintly surrounding it.

Then he was so tired that he fell down on the couch.

Zhu Jueyun looked at the part of his neck that was exposed outside, and felt that it was exactly the same as when the child fell asleep on the desk many years ago.

Such a little son should really be held in the top of his heart for the rest of his life, and be taken care of by his parents, elder brothers and sisters. Maybe he will marry a wife and have children in the future, and he will not be able to taste the suffering of the world, and he will not be able to see the turbulent flow of material desires in this world.

Zhu Jueyun himself lived such a rough life, he can be said to protect this child with all his heart, you said that people suddenly bullied him, are you angry?

When he saw the scene in front of the courtyard, when Qu Conggu waved the magic pestle in despair, he became murderous.

The Great Monk has been practicing for a hundred years, and he has broken everything that should be broken, and seen clearly what should be seen and what should not be seen clearly, but this is the first time he has been so angry.

Qu Conggu struggled to turn over and sighed a long time: "Ah - so tired."

Zhu Jueyun said: "I have something to tell you."

Qu Conggu blinked quietly, motioning for him to say.

"Those people you saw today," Zhu Jueyun said slowly, sitting next to him, "they are extremely bad, but not all of them are like this. There are still many good people in this world, and most of them are good people in Buddhist practice." Those who study hard in the Qing Dynasty, you have seen these are only a few, and they will not become great talents."

"I see," Qu Conggu grinned, "Are you afraid that I think everyone is a bad person?"

Qu Cong said, "No way."

"That's good," Zhu Jueyun said, "That's good."

Qu Conggu said: "You are like my father, and he often tells me so."

Zhu Jueyun asked, "What did he say?"

Qu Conggu coughed twice, pretending to have a low voice for him to imitate.

He pretended not to look like one at all, but made himself and Zhu Jueyun laugh.