The third world does not cross the demon

"Hahahaha!" The Seventh Prince saw that all the monks in Pudu Temple were tied up in front of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing out loud, but the laughter was too sharp and piercing, adding a bit of weirdness to the weird temple.

"Good you monk!" The Seventh Prince raised his face, barely reached the monk's chin with the tip of his toes, patted the monk Budu's cheek with the blade of his knife, and said sternly: "You have caused this king to break his roots. The king will also let you have a taste of it!"

Monk Budu still looked ahead, and didn't even give Seventh Prince his eyes.

The Seventh Prince was completely pissed off by Monk Budu's plain appearance, he glared at the monk angrily, and after a while, suddenly laughed like crazy...

"Monk, monk, aren't you the most merciful? Then I want to see what your compassion looks like?" The seventh prince's sinister eyes swept over every monk present.

With a ferocious face on his face, he said, "This king will behead a monk every quarter of an hour until you obediently kneel down and kill yourself!"

The faces of the dozens of monks present all changed drastically after hearing this, their lives are certainly important, but the Seventh Prince is blatantly blaspheming Buddhist monks!

"Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing things that blaspheme Buddhist monks in such an important place of Buddhism?" A handsome monk couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted at the Seventh Prince.

"Retribution?" The Seventh Prince said with a grim expression on his face, "This king's foundation was ruined by this monk! Now is his retribution!"

"Come here! Start with him, cut him off!" The Seventh Prince was so angry that he completely lost his mind.

Seeing that the shining scimitar was about to cut off the head of Qingxiu monk, Budu monk finally spoke and shouted: "Wait a minute!"

However, I don't know if the guard intended to kill him, or because the inertia was too great to control, the scimitar swept across the delicate monk's neck like the wind, and the monk glared at the Seventh Prince angrily until death...

In an instant, blood spilled all over the ground, staining the blue bricks of the entire Buddha Hall red, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, shocking...

Seeing this, all the monks trembled all over, but none of them knelt down and begged for mercy. All of them folded their hands together spontaneously, and chanted the "God of Rebirth" to save the souls of the dead.

Finally, there was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the monk Budu, looking at the disciple who was lying in a pool of blood, and said in a painful voice: "You want the life of the little monk, just take it! Why bother to kill other people's lives in vain? business?"

"Hey hey hey hey" Seeing that Monk Budu finally had some mood swings, the Seventh Prince knew his weakness.

Turning his eyes, he picked up a machete as if to relieve his hatred, and put it directly on the neck of the youngest novice monk.

"Monk, you just need to kneel obediently and lick my king's shoes. How about I let him go when I lick my shoes?" The seventh prince laughed wildly and almost threw all the fat off his face .