Thousands of people think that the younger brother is also collapsing today [Transmigration Book]

Feng Min never thought that Ming Jing would say that.

As for the ghost energy from below, he was completely purified by the golden light.

The black mist began to twist and change.

Soon, Feng Minsi and Gang just noticed.

What he saw were two golden lights.

Although it is weak, it is indeed a Buddhist trick.

Feng Min looked at the crowd below, people from all the sects were still in panic under the coercion of Mahayana power.

Xie Zhenzhou thought that he could transform Mingjing's scriptures he recited last time into a musical attack to fight against Feng Min's ghostly aura.

Unexpectedly, he really succeeded.

And Mingjing just happened to be brought back to mind by this passage he played.

......

Now the situation became deadlocked.

People from various sects looked at Feng Min one after another, but the latter did not make any further moves.

While heaving a sigh of relief, everyone was a little ashamed.

The one who just lifted this crisis.

Before that, he was almost pushed out by them and served as a life-saving talisman for them.

"Zen Master Mingjing..."

"I am ashamed of the Zen master."

"Don't blame Zen master! We were just fascinated by this ghost cultivator just now! I hope Zen master will forgive me!"

There was another voice.

Mingjing turned around and made a Buddhist salute to these people, "Amitabha."

There is quite a posture of repaying hatred with virtue.

Xie Zhenzhou suddenly had a feeling of seeing through human nature.

An unspeakable feeling of nausea suddenly surged up, as if everything was wrong.

What he firmly believed in seemed to have collapsed in a corner.

way is different,

Are they really not conspiring with each other?

Xie Zhenzhou glanced straight in Feng Min's direction.

Through the thick black mist, he seemed to meet a pair of eyes.

Xie Zhenzhou suddenly shivered.

......

"Zhou Zhou."

The back of the head was caressed by a warm palm, and a low voice came to Xie Zhenzhou's ears.

A warm breath lingered over.

Xie Zhenzhou looked sideways, and Yiqizi was standing beside him.

It was also the master just now, who protected him with spiritual power, allowing him to think about playing and reciting scriptures in his spare time.

"Master..." Xie Zhenzhou called softly.

Yi Qizi straightened the slightly messy hair behind him, "My little apprentice is really amazing."

The tone was like coaxing a child, full of pride.

Xie Zhenzhou laughed.

It's just that the corners of the eyes look a little red.

Yi Qizi also didn't know when his little apprentice would have the strength to fight against ghost cultivators.

Just now, the little apprentice's attack with the natal magic weapon contained some mystery...

It's like the practice of Buddhism.

Thinking of this, Yi Qizi looked at Ming Jing who was finishing Buddhist rituals with people from various sects.

It is worthy of being an eminent monk who embodies the Mahayana Dharma.

The temperament is extraordinary.

......

But in the next second.

Mingjing smiled, not like that kind of indifferent smile, it had an indescribable meaning.

Xie Zhenzhou also looked over, and when he saw this smile, he felt a 'thump' in his heart.

An ethereal familiarity.

The untied three thousand black hair behind Mingjing seemed to be gently lifted by the breeze, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows became coquettish.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, all feeling a little uneasy at this smile.

The Zen master didn't care about them, and he still laughed like this...

Such kindness made them ashamed.

"Zen,"

Some people couldn't hold back their voices and wanted to apologize.

But before the word 'teacher' came out of his mouth, Mingjing twirled the beads and said, "Amitabha."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Zen master to speak.

Mingjing said: "The poor monk will have nothing to do with the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in the future."

A clueless remark, to sever ties with Wanfo Temple.

Wouldn't the Zen master want to return to vulgarity!

Everyone was shocked!

......

Xie Zhenzhou blinked.

Really vulgar.

It's even more of a bad feeling.

Everyone was shocked by Ming Jing's words.

I can't figure it out for a while.

But soon, they saw each other.

The person in front of him who had just finished talking about returning to vulgarity suddenly changed his attitude and became loose.

He no longer has the temperament of an eminent monk, he looks like a rich man.

No desire, no desire, no sorrow, no joy.

All gone.

Mingjing smiled at everyone, "I'm sorry, I hold a grudge."

There was contempt in his voice.

Just listen to him say: "Your life and death have nothing to do with me."

·

The scene of a generation of eminent monks returning to secular life seems a bit funny.

Mingjing said such words, but no one refuted them.

It's like...they force people to return to vulgarity.

And at this moment, they dare not have another word.

Everyone present, if there is no Mingjing, no one will be able to deal with that ghost cultivator.

***

"I thought you didn't make any progress."

At this moment, Feng Min spoke.

Mingjing turned around, gathered the Buddhist beads in her hand to her wrist, and sarcastically said again, "To each other."

Feng Min laughed.

He was not angry with the clear words and taunts, but rather pleased.

"It's so good," Feng Min's voice didn't hide the wickedness in the slightest, and it overflowed, and the next paragraph was even more chilling, "Nian is getting acquainted, do you want me to put all these people together?" killed."

Not killing intent but full of blood.

Many people began to weaken their legs.

Some people think of Mingjing, they don't believe that Mingjing will really return to vulgarity.

"Zen Master Mingjing!"

"Zen Master, don't listen to this old ghost!"

"Zhan Master Mingjing, I was reckless today, please don't take offense!"

·

Looking at this scene, Xie Zhenzhou felt a little unsure of what to think.

When forcing people to die, don't hesitate.

When begging someone to kneel down, don't procrastinate.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a decent family.

Standing in the same world with these people, there will only be a sense of suffocation that cannot be breathed.

My mind is a little confused.

......

Feng Min will do this.

It was completely within Xie Zhenzhou's expectation.

He didn't really want to get acquainted with Mingjing, but wanted to do so.

In order to protect themselves, those people want to send Mingjing out.

These are so similar to Feng Min's dregs.

There are similarities in the same way.

If Mingjing really chooses to forgive these people, he will be the first to offend them.

It must be Feng Min who watched the whole process.

Mingjing raised her brows slightly, and there was no sense of disobedience when doing this movement, "It's all up to you."

Xie Zhenzhou lowered his eyes.

The Buddha that all living beings believe in will eventually be destroyed by all living beings.

However, human nature is selfish.

Everyone who heard Mingjing's words became upset.

"What kind of monk are you!"

"The monks are merciful, you really don't deserve it!"

"No wonder you have to return to vulgarity! Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery will not tolerate monks like you who disregard life and death!"

Someone even used the old abbot, Mingjing's master, to say: "If I have such an apprentice, I will not be able to see under the nine springs!"

This statement came out.

Xie Zhenzhou couldn't take it any longer, and immediately walked over there.

Yiqizi didn't stop him, but followed behind him to protect him.

......

The next moment, a cloud of blood mist exploded.

A faint ghostly aura lingered among the crowd.

Before Xie Zhenzhou approached, a panicked roar sounded in front of him.

That person is the closest to Mingjing.

The moment the black mist hit, he didn't stop it.

The moment the blood mist exploded.

The snow clothes are all dyed red.

Dirty red.

Mingjing stared at him coldly, feeling even more heartless and heartless.

There is no mercy.

Feng Min killed dozens of people in a row, and the place was in chaos.

·

"Wuchenzi Taoist, you Chongyunzong are still not helping! Are you going to watch us die!?"

I don't know who shouted.

Voices said one after another: "Yes! Why didn't the two Taoist monarchs of Chongyunzong do anything?"

Shao Li and his group rushed up and scolded: "You kill you! It's none of our business!"

They are all disciples who have just started, not seeing the sect being criticized by others, they all stepped forward to fight back.

......

"A group of old people chattering!"

"Dead early and reborn early, don't reincarnate in the Huanling Continent in the future, dirty the air!"

"Yes! Dirty air!"

A group of people sang together.

They dared to go forward and confront the head elders of other sects who had to speak respectfully in the past, all thanks to Feng Min's intention of not hurting innocent people.

Those who died were all hypocrites who uttered bad words and changed their attitudes.

Xie Zhenzhou looked at Master.

Yi Qizi glanced at the obedient and sensible disciples in Zichen Peak who practiced the music method honestly in the past, but now they are all saying some unsavory words.

"Master." Xie Zhenzhou tugged on his sleeve.

Yiqizi lowered his eyes.

Xie Zhenzhou pulled him down.

Yiqizi let him make trouble.

Then, his little disciple stretched out his hand and put it next to his ear.

The moment he put his hand on it, Xie Zhenzhou smiled and said, "It's okay if you didn't hear it."

Over there, Shao Li said again: "You guys gave birth to a son without an ass hole!"

For some reason, Xie Zhenzhou smiled brighter and brighter.

They are all taught by Gao Ping of the Canglan School.

The disciples of Zichen Peak were fascinated by it.

......

The head of Zichen Peak doesn't care about his disciples.

The other two peak sovereigns pretended not to hear.

Daoist Wuchenzi even turned his body away, so that he was completely out of sight.

A group of people fled while arguing.

But they couldn't escape Feng Min's black mist, and they were all turned into a puddle of meat.

They didn't even suck their energy.

In such a large-scale massacre, there was not even a single person who resisted. They just fled in all directions, and all of them were suppressed by a powerful and unparalleled force.

The strength of the Mahayana period crushed, and the hearts of the people were not in harmony, and no one had the power to fight back.

Feng Min has been in the underworld for 3000 years, and today he killed it all at once.

When the sun sets.

Outside the entire city of Xuanyu, there were corpses in pieces, and the bloody smell lingered for several miles.

·

Kill everyone who should be killed, Feng Min also stopped.

The robes on Mingjing's body had already been cleaned with cleaning techniques, Xie Zhenzhou walked over, and before he could speak, Mingjing had already opened his mouth.

"Just call me Mingjing." This is his layman's name.

Xie Zhenzhou nodded, "Mingjing."

But when calling out this name, I always feel a little awkward.

Mingjing smiled with hooked eyes.

Xie Zhenzhou didn't know what to say for a while.

.........

Everyone in the Chongyun Sect is about to return to the sect, and the barrier of the Three Gorges Ridge will be broken, so early preparations are still needed.

Plus the underworld...

Xie Zhenzhou glanced at Feng Min.

"You two..." The interest aroused during the murder has not faded, Feng Min looked at the two standing together.

Xie Zhenzhou's heartstrings tightened.

He also thought that this ghost cultivator was different from other people in the underworld.

After all, in the book, the author spent a lot of space describing his life experience.

Xie Zhenzhou also felt sorry for this person.

When the world of comprehension was in turmoil, this person didn't make many appearances, but he left a strong mark.

A trace of ghost energy rose up around the two of them silently.

Xie Zhenzhou didn't notice anything.

Mingjing narrowed her eyes, "I might get you into trouble."

When the black mist covered it.

Xie Zhenzhou heard Mingjing say this, and then his five senses were blocked.

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