The Monk

Chapter 845 Black People

It is said that if the green sword stabs the chest, the whole person will explode and die. Even if the body does not explode, at least the blood will flow like a pillar, and he should rest and recuperate immediately. But the little monk did not, and the wound one finger wide only slowly oozed. There was not much bleeding. After a while, the wound scabbed and healed, and even the blood streaks disappeared.

Yijie smiled softly and spoke to Zhang Awei first: "From now on, no matter what you say, this is my business." His tone was firm and did not allow for refutation. Then he turned to face the woman and spoke softly: "My name is Yijie. Today is the first time in two thousand years that I have bled. Master said that if I meet someone who hurts me and bleeds, that person deserves to die and I don’t have to stop killing.”

After saying this sentence, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He was no longer a little monk, but a killer, a cruel, cruel, calm and murderous killer.

The woman was shocked by his change. Is this guy a Buddhist? How can it be? Aren’t all monks forbearing and peaceful? How could he be so fierce and murderous, so fierce and unstoppable?

Zhang Ping was even more surprised, what kind of monk is this? Fortunately, I didn't offend him before.

Yijie changed so much that many people on the mountain and down the mountain were busy being surprised. Then something even more surprising happened. Yijie stretched out his arms, and the gray monk's robe was broken into pieces and fell in all directions, revealing his muscular upper body, with tangled muscles and high bulges. Only his upper arms were thicker than his head.

Zhang Ain looked at it and shook his head secretly, wanting to ask: "Are you really a monk?" The blacksmith was not as strong as him.

The young monk took off his shirt, clasped his palms together, lowered his head and slowly walked towards the woman, stepping into the empty space step by step, his body slowly getting higher. As he gradually approached the woman, light and shadow began to flicker on the young monk's upper body.

Zhang was afraid that he was looking at things, so he looked again, and a picture slowly appeared on the little monk's back. It was a glaring Vajra. With every step he took, the Vajra appeared more clearly, from less to more, from light to thick, from blur to It was clear. Every time a line appeared, there was a flash of light and shadow. When the entire Angry Eyes King Kong appeared behind him, the little monk was already standing in the colorful light.

Seeing that Yi Jie was about to walk in front of the woman, Fu Kong suddenly made a move, moved the lotus platform to stand in front of Yi Jie, clasped his hands together and whispered: "Brother, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore."

Although Yijie gave people a violent feeling, his face was extremely peaceful, his eyes were clear and bright, and he replied softly: "Senior brother, please bother me, but I am not bitter. Things in the world are like the wind passing through the clouds, and they are still me after they disperse." , Not seeking to come and go, not seeking positive results, the so-called Dao is just an obsession. "

The last few words are shocking. Yes, I have been pursuing the so-called great road and working hard to become a Buddha. What is the difference between the money and wealth that ordinary people in the world pursue? Aren’t they all the same obsession?

Although there was a faint feeling in my heart that something was wrong, Yijie did not say anything wrong, nor did he hear it wrong. For a moment, he thought a little foolishly.

He was thinking wildly and had no intention of stopping Yi Jie. Yijie walked around the lotus platform lightly, walked straight to the woman and stood ten meters away, and whispered: "Donor, I'm offended." After saying this sentence, his whole aura changed again. If he was a violent killer just now, At this moment, he was a violent and murderous god, with no mercy or compassion anymore. Every trace of air around him was beating with murderous intent and murderous intent. Even the muddy water under his feet became as terrifying as the bloody killing array of Shura's killing prison.

Zhang Ai had been in countless fights in his life. This was the first time he met someone with such murderous intent. He remembered the little monk in Monster Mountain. He was really a good boy at that time.

Seeing the fierce and murderous look on the other side, the woman frowned in thought and asked slowly: "You said you haven't shed any blood in two thousand years?"

Yijie didn't reply. He separated his hands, waved one hand forward, and said softly: "Please."

The woman's expression suddenly changed: "Are you killing the elephant?" Yijie still didn't reply, he raised his steps lightly, waved his palm lightly, and slowly hit the woman. The woman pointed the green hairpin at Yijie's palm. Yijie did not close her palm, but turned her wrist and continued to press it towards the woman. The woman also turned her wrist, and Qingchai still stabbed Yijie's palm.

This is the duel between two masters. It is extremely boring to watch. Even the ordinary people who are performing tricks on the street corner can fight better than the two of them.

Zhang Awei glanced at it and asked Bu Kong: "Tell me, if I go up to help, can the young monk also beat me?"

Fu Kong didn't reply, still thinking about the issue of obsession. Zhang Ai shouted: "What are you thinking about?" Then he woke up Bu Kong, looked at the two fighting in the distance, thought for a moment and said: "He can fight better than me." Zhang Ai asked one more question: "Then And me?"

Fu Kong turned to look at him, looked at him seriously for a long time, and said seriously: "Boring." Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at him and continued to be boring: "Do you have any sashimi on your back?" This time Fu Kong didn't even reply. Pay attention. Return the force to the battlefield.

Yijie and the woman were still fighting like martial arts masters, moving back and forth with each other, but their movements were getting faster and faster. From slow and clearly visible at the beginning, they gradually turned into hand shadows all over the sky, and then figures all over the sky. , and then, disappeared.

Yi Jie's hands seemed to be stronger than the woman's hands. He fought with Qing Chai with his bare hands. Not only was he not injured, but he did not lose in the slightest. Most of the time, he was attacking, while the woman was defending with her natal magic weapon in her hand. .

When the two of them disappeared in front of everyone, Zhang was afraid of letting out a sigh, and finally understood how others felt when he was fighting. It was extremely boring, and he only felt murderous. But where was the enemy? Where are they?

The two gods in the mind merged into one, and the power was transferred to the eyes, and finally the trace of the two of them was caught. The two people have never been more than three meters away from each other since the fight. They have been in close contact and have been moving around within the three-meter space. However, Zhang was afraid that because his cultivation was seriously damaged, he could only see once, and then there was nothing in the air in front of him, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Kong asked casually: "Can you see it?" Fu Kong calmly replied: "Yes." After a pause, he asked again: "If I help Yijie restrain that woman, can you not kill her?" Zhang Afraid that he would only listen to half of what he was told, he shouted: "Can you control her? Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up, go quickly, these two little monks are showing off their power, I applaud you two."

Fu Kong asked again: "Can you not kill her?" "Why not kill her? Just because she is a woman? When did you start to cherish her? Look at her, she is also a little monk, how fierce, look at you again, This is the gap." Zhang Ain looked at the empty battlefield and talked nonsense.

Fu Kong said oh and stopped talking. Zhang Ai urged: "Go quickly and get rid of that woman. She is annoying me to death."

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the field, and two figures separated. Yi Jie turned his back to everyone and stopped and looked forward. He couldn't see his expression and didn't know what he was thinking. Only the angry-eyed Vajra tattooed on his back seemed like Being alive shows different postures in everyone's heart.

The woman who stopped opposite had blood at the corner of her mouth, and looked at him calmly with her pretty eyes. After a while, a gust of wind blew up, and the clothes on the woman's back turned into pieces and flew away, revealing her complete and glorious back, which was so touching. Fortunately, she was facing Tianlei Mountain head-on, so the enemy couldn't see her, and the nine disciples behind her didn't dare to look, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Yijie said in a deep voice: "This is not the monk's original intention. I still ask the donor to change his clothes."

Zhang Awei looked at Yile and realized that this woman was so unlucky that someone took her clothes off again.

After Yijie spoke, the woman made no move. Instead, she asked softly: "Are you the Shaxiang?" She had seen the young monk tattooed on his back, and he could already confirm his identity. However, Yijie resolutely refused to answer her question and continued: "Please change the donor's clothes."

Kill an elephant? The name was strange enough. Zhang Ting thought to himself, "Monk is just a little stupid. He's already fighting a life-and-death battle. Why does he still care whether you wear clothes or not?"

The woman didn't insist anymore, her bare back really didn't look good. Suddenly, his body rose from the ground, jumped straight into the sky, and penetrated lightly into the clouds. After a while, he fell from the sky. He had already changed into new clothes, and whispered to Chong Yijie: "Please."

Yijie nodded slightly and was about to charge forward again, but at this moment Zhang Ai suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, let Fu Kong come up too, hurry up and get rid of her." Unexpectedly, the two young monks shook their heads in unison, and Yijie said: " No." He rushed towards the woman and the two hit each other again.

Zhang was afraid to ask Bu Kong: "Why not?" Bu Kong said: "Don't ask me if it's not what I said."

At this time, Yijie and the woman had just fought for a few rounds when a sound suddenly sounded in the distance, as clear and crisp as glass being broken. The sound was not loud, but it came suddenly. The sky in the distance darkened with the sound, and then Back to normal.

When this happens, Zhang Wen and others are curious, who is coming? He created such a big battle that even God changed his mind for him. Everyone looked up and down. The two people fighting in the field stopped fighting. They separated and looked sideways to the south, with solemn and alert expressions on their faces. They were not only on guard against each other, but also on guard in the distance and on guard against the terrifying master who was about to appear.

A group of strange beasts such as the God-Destroying Snake, Pigs, Kittens, etc. also discovered that a master was coming, and hula gathered around him even tighter, squeezing the area in front of Zhang Awei into a wall of flesh, for fear that the incoming person would attack him. Zhang was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see the scene in front of him, so he muttered helplessly: "What's the matter? I'm a master."

He said it casually and didn't expect anyone to ask: "Are you a master?" The sudden words startled him, and he wondered who answered the question? I speak so quietly, can he hear me? I pulled aside the God-Fighting Snake blocking the way, looked forward, and saw a black man appearing in the distance. He was as black as charcoal, and I don't know how he was exposed to the sun. He was slowly walking towards this side.

Zhang Awei asked in a low voice: "Is it you who spoke?" The voice was not loud, but the black man heard it. He raised his head and smiled at Zhang Awei: "It was me who spoke." This guy's smile was indescribable. It was so black that it was scary and ugly. , On a moonless night, if this guy is not wearing any clothes, you may not be able to see him if you pass by him.

Zhang Ping asked curiously: "Why are you talking to me?" The black man replied: "If you ask me something, of course I will answer it. This is etiquette."

While saying a few words, the black man walked into the field. He first glanced at King He and others, then looked at the many disciples on Tianlei Mountain, turned around in a big circle, and finally locked his eyes on the woman and said softly: "Follow... Me, please go back, don’t lose your life in vain.”