The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Zhang Zhihe was originally in a good mood. Hearing Shen Zhongyu's seriousness and prudence, his heart froze, and he immediately held his breath. Seeing Shen Zhongyu's hands clenched into fists, and his figure slumped, he immediately helped him up. With an idea, he thought of what he had done before. Sayings, go to the back of the hall.

The Buddha's gatha says that the lotus blooms and flees. The largest lotus in this lotus temple is probably the lotus platform under the central Buddha seat. Although I haven't seen the monks yet, there is always nothing wrong with going to the place where the lotus blooms.

As he walked, watched, and dispersed a few people blocking the way, he became even more frightened: a man was walking on the road, and when he saw a treasure on the ground, he didn't care much, but just smiled, but the owner of the treasure was furious for no reason. He got up, grabbed his collar and punched him, but accidentally rubbed against a passerby.The passers-by were also furious, and they rolled up their sleeves and beat them.After a while, blood spattered five steps.The owner of the treasure bit the man's ear, bared his white teeth like a wolf dog, looked around and smiled strangely.

But the people around were not only not afraid, but also gathered around and started fighting, blood splattered everywhere, and the smell was pungent.In the twinkling of an eye, the place that used to boast of luxury and prosperity became a place of flesh and blood Shura.

The fragrance earlier got into Shen Zhongyu's nose like a snake, and it got deeper and deeper into his brain. It entered the inch-sized Niwan Palace and turned his brain into a mess.Memories of past and present lives were turned over and over again. For a moment, there was the scene of Gao Lingxue serving thirty boys and girls in the last life, and the next moment was the scene of him and Zhang Zhihe living together in the desert. ...

Shen Zhongyu looked at it, but got angry for no reason. My memory is so precious, and it was fiddled with by external forces at will. The fire in my heart, all kinds of anger, depression and other emotions in my heart joined in, and the fire in my heart turned into a huge and brilliant fireball. His face was pale and green, as if he had become the ancient god of fire, able to control this fireball, and wanted to burn everything, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, biting the tip of his tongue, blood spurted out, and his eyes became clear again.

Zhang Zhihe had been supporting Shen Zhongyu to go out, but when he saw something was wrong, he stopped, picked him up, and recited the Jingjing Sutra loudly.

Shen Zhongyu leaned on Zhang Zhihe's body, and slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air. When he looked closely, he saw the blood that he had sprayed on Zhang Zhihe's neck just now. On his white and slender neck was bright red blood like cinnabar. He was dizzy, and he suddenly had an idea, wanting to bite up and drink the blood of the young Daozi, wanting to eat him.

Sensing the ups and downs of the inner demon, Shen Zhongyu quickly took out the Qingxin glazed lamp and held it in the palm of his hand. The clear light was shining and could break through the darkness of a thousand years of ignorance. Shen Zhongyu felt the fire in his heart disappear, and he immediately relaxed.

And the few people under the light were also stunned, and suddenly realized that they had been fighting with others to the point that they didn't even have a trace of decency, their clothes were torn, and even their ears and noses were bitten off.

But Zhang Zhihe didn't even look at them, he only thought that Shen Zhongyu was in the midst of his inner demons, and he didn't know what would happen if he smelled such a scent again, it's better to leave as soon as possible.

As soon as he went outside the hall and felt the cool night breeze, Zhang Zhihe felt his drowsy head clear up a little, and while walking towards the Buddha with Shen Zhongyu on his back, he asked, "Is sir better?" On his shoulders, his mind was still a little dizzy, he kept looking at the blood on his neck that was not pleasing to the eye, heard the question, cheered up and said: "It's better, let me go by myself. "

"Sir, it's good that you're fine." Zhang Zhihe said, pretending to easily turn Shen Zhongyu upside down, and said, "Sir, do you know what this is?"

He hadn't heard the answer yet, but he just walked two steps slower, but was pushed by the people behind and almost fell. When he looked back, he saw a large number of people coming out after him.

Some people came out and first touched all the pockets on their bodies, and then turned the sleeves out to look, and then screamed; some people still held their severed hands, or ears and noses and other damaged limbs when they came out, and wept without tears; Most of them were still angry after coming out, yelling and cursing, pushing the people in front aside, walking swaggeringly in the middle of the road, so that they would inevitably meet more people, and then fight again...

He couldn't help but asked again: "What are these things, so powerful?"

Shen Zhongyu held the Qingxin glazed lamp with one hand, afraid of being squeezed out by others, while saying: "Buddhism has good fragrances and bad fragrances, waiting for fragrances, not waiting for fragrances, this is not waiting for fragrances."

"I've also heard of Unwaiting Fragrance, but it's just a small art of leaving the soul, so why go so far?"

"What is the ordinary incense?" Shen Zhongyu said, this is the real incense. It is made from Buddha oil. Buddha oil is corpse oil refined from devout Buddha sons. Only an eminent monk can refine it into a small pot. Who is the person behind this scene.Thinking of this, he started to have a headache again. Apart from the headache, he still felt a faint sense of exhilaration. He also thought that if I hadn't had my body dissected, would I still be able to taste this flesh and blood and feel the joy of this grand event of destruction.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhang Zhihe thought that he must have never slowed down. He went to the foot of the Buddha, jumped onto the lotus platform with a light leap, put him down, crossed his arms and legs for him, and made the gesture of five hearts turned upside down. Sitting in the same posture, he put the Qingxin glazed lamp on his knees, and the bright blue light circled a circle of light and tranquility, while he was careful and alert to the people around him.

The breeze blows away, as if there is still a slight fragrance of orchid musk musk, even those who have planted it once can't help but be intoxicated by the slightly intoxicating fragrance, like a chick waiting to be fed, raising its head, its nostrils are violently agitating, thinking To retain more fragrance.

The blue flame of the Qingxin glazed lamp on Shen Zhongyu's lap jumped three times suddenly, and the whole lamp rose sharply, and then there was a burst of cracking sound, the glazed lamp burst, and the lantern flowers exploded, forming a wishful formation in the air, and then like fireworks Generally spread out.

This seemed to be a signal, the people around turned red in an instant, and fought together again, naturally some people also fought Zhang Zhihe who was still standing on the lotus platform.

The tip of the dangling sword raised upwards, provoking the first daring lunatic, and threw it into the air. He only had time to let out a frightened choke, as if someone had strangled his throat, and his limbs were flailing in the air. The next moment it fell down, sinking into eternal sleep.

The first person who had the guts to step forward was the next moment to fall back into the crowd as a corpse.The crowd burst into applause mixed with excitement, admiration and fear, and then bent down like an uncaged beast, ready to attack Zhang Zhihe!

Zhang Zhihe looked back at Shen Zhongyu, he was leaning against the Buddha's feet with his eyes closed, motionless.He knew that this was the most dangerous time, and it was also for Shen Zhongyu. Da Neng, who was trapped in the heart demon, would be possessed by the Yin demon at some point; and he who stood in front of the Yin demon might be the first dead.But, this is Mr. Shen, how could he leave Mr. Shen who has always loved himself among these mobs.

Today is inevitable, let's fight!

Zhang Zhihe, who had already made a decision, no longer looked solemn, but showed a cold and disdainful smile to the people below.Such a provocative smile is the best stimulus. A group of beasts with burning eyes and white teeth swarmed up with various weapons!

The blood dragon came out of the abyss, its sword was like a dragon, and passed through the crowd in a spiral shape. Those who blocked the road were cut into bloody flowers and dense bones, and a long open space was drawn, like a road.

The red-eyed man was even more excited when he was bathed in blood, his angry roars and excited shouts merged into a noisy wind, trying to sweep away the thin Zhang Zhihe.

Zhang Zhihe yelled "Happy!", feeling thunder in his ears, golden flowers popping up in his head, and blood red in front of his eyes, he used this battle as a wash for Shen Bi.

Feeling Shen Bi's trembling with excitement, Zhang Zhihe no longer held back, and fell into the crowd, like a little white sheep falling into the flock of sheep, all kinds of weapons came from all directions.

On the top, knives, swords, halberds, daggers, etc. are like dark clouds, while below are all kinds of insidious weapons: tripping ropes, hooks, sickle spears, barbed wire, etc. , as if the world is an enemy, and there is no way to hide!

But these were all stopped, as if a newborn baby blocked the fist of a tyrannical man, or a weak girl lifted the arm of a thug, people only saw afterimages, like a sword or thousands of swords, Just enough to interrupt the progress of each weapon, forcing them to stop.

The monstrous sword intent erupted like a flood, rushing down, and the people in the innermost circle seemed to be washed away by a fountain, and were thrown into the air. In the air, like a water bag that had been cut, blood scattered and drenched everyone's heads. , Then, it fell to the surroundings, and fell on the body of the people in the outer circle, the blood flowed, and the soil on the ground was wet.

Zhang Zhihe pierced a burly man with a sword and came over, hid behind him, intercepted the next attack, quickly took out a bottle of Juling Pill from his sleeve pocket with one hand, poured it into his mouth like eating fried beans .Feeling the abundant spiritual power exploding in the dantian, rushing to the meridians that had already dried up spiritual power like water, squeezing the narrow vessels.Zhang Zhihe snorted and threw the big man away.

Come again!When Zhang Zhihe turned his sword, the momentum of the sword changed, spreading out towards them like a fan, the sword intent penetrated his body, bursting out a monstrous dead air, and the people fell to the ground like water bags.

Who else dares to come? !Standing in the crowd, Zhang Zhihe's plain robes were stained red with blood, and his delicate face was also stained with blood. He didn't look like an orthodox monk, but rather like an evil Asura ghost. His cold gaze overwhelmed him with fear. But the people who are still staring at each other.

Come one and kill another!

The author has something to say: Buddhism has good fragrance, bad fragrance, equal fragrance and different fragrance. The one that brings harm is called unequal incense.This is pure exaggeration, the real Buddha incense is not so powerful.