The Ultimate Sword Master

Also a monk.

Compared to the middle-aged monk, this monk is much younger, barefoot, and wearing a monk's robe that has been washed and slightly whitened.

Ordinary face.

Calm expression.

His eyes are calm, with a sober look that sees through the world, which makes people unconsciously become peaceful and calm at first contact. He holds a dark wooden fish in his left hand, which is ordinary and slightly rough, giving people a feeling of being confused.

The two monks stood opposite each other.

If the middle-aged monk is extraordinary, he is a rare monk, and this young monk is a common wandering monk.

"This..."

Chongming looked at the two monks with a look of doubt.

Donghua and the others wanted to cry but had no tears.

A bald donkey had tortured them to the point of collapse, and now there is another one!

Only Gu Han.

At a glance, he was attracted by the wooden fish in the young monk's hand!

"What a pity."

Looking at Donghua and the other two, the young monk spoke first, regretfully saying, "If you give me another three months, the two donors will be fine."

"Bald donkey! I'm warning you!"

Hearing this, Donghua's eyes turned red on the spot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You, don't go too far!"

"You're going too far! Too far!"

Tai Shuqi's eyes turned red directly, and the cloth strips on his body fluttered constantly, as if they were about to burst at any time.

"I've been tolerant everywhere, but you're so aggressive... Why... why..."

Before he finished speaking.

He was already tightly held by Donghua.

"Constrain yourself!"

He whispered a reminder: "We are not his opponent when we add up. Fighting him is asking for trouble!"

Seeing the two people's faces of collapse.

Chongming suddenly asked curiously, "What did he do to you?"

It can see.

Although the two men looked disheveled and disheveled, they were half-immortals like it. In a large world, they were second only to one person and above millions of people. They were powerful and respected by countless people.

But now...

It could see it even more clearly.

The two men were almost driven crazy.

"This bald donkey!"

Donghua felt sad and pointed at the young monk, saying, "He... He said that there is a hidden power of calamity in us. If we don't remove it and let the power of calamity grow, it will cause a disaster. We will be controlled by the power of calamity and become the body of calamity spirits!"

"Then!"

Tai Shuqi echoed, "We believed his lies! We got on his pirate ship!"

"Then!"

Donghua said sadly, "We can never get off again!"

The man and the chicken were confused.

After taking a closer look at the two of them, he immediately discovered that there was a trace of the calamity force on their bodies. It seemed that as the young monk said, the two of them had already been taken advantage of by the calamity force and lurked in their bodies.

"He is right."

Chongming pondered for a moment and said something fair: "Under the great calamity, no one can escape. Even people like you and me can't escape the calamity force. This bald donkey is also for your good."

"Indeed."

Gu Han nodded and said, "This is normal."

"Normal ass!"

Donghua was so angry that his eyes turned red: "Do you know how he helped us resolve the calamity force!"

"How did he do it?"

"Singing!"

What?

One person and one chicken were stunned!

"Yes!"

Tai Shuqi gritted his teeth and emphasized: "And it's a nursery rhyme!"

Gu Han: "???"

Chongming: "???"

Under their weird eyes.

Tai Shuqi trembled and took out a yellowed book from his shorts.

Gu Han's mouth twitched fiercely.

"Where is your storage ring?"

"..."

Tai Shuqi did not answer directly, but just glanced at his shorts, with a slightly resentful look in his expression

Gu Han understood.

The pants were almost gone, where did the storage ring come from?

"What are your names?"

"Donghua, Taishu."

After confirming the identities of the two again, Gu Han shook his head secretly, glanced at the slightly yellowed book casually, and his eyelids jumped again!

The book was a little curled.

It seemed to have been read many times.

There was no word on the cover, only a few strokes, outlining the image of two rough children.

There was no doubt!

It was a nursery rhyme, and it was a nursery rhyme that could be seen everywhere in the mortal world and was rotten on the street!

"You..."

Chongming glanced at the two and said strangely: "Did you really sing it?"

"You have to sing it."

Donghua Donghualin pointed to his face and gave a very euphemistic statement: "We can't beat him."

Chongming looked weird.

He turned his eyes and looked at the young monk: "Did you beat him?"

"Amitabha."

The young monk sighed and said: "The two donors don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, so I can only use my fists and feet to help them understand it."

Chongming: "..."

Donghua and Taishu glared at each other.

But... they dared not say anything.

"Bald donkey."

Chongming suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the two people's experience, and said earnestly: "Killing is not enough, you, you are too much."

"Not really."

The young monk shook his head and sighed: "The great catastrophe comes from sentient beings. Sentient beings have evil in their hearts, so they must bear the boundless fire of karma. In this world, only the heart of children is the clearest and purest. Using nursery rhymes to transform the power of catastrophe is a method that I have thought of for a long time, and the effect is actually quite good."

"Two donors."

As he spoke, he glanced at Donghua and the other two again, and said with regret: "There is still one missing in the nine nines of returning to the true nature in Buddhism."

"Nine nines?"

Gu Han was stunned: "Did they sing it eighty times?"

"Of course not."

The young monk gave an exact number: "It is eight thousand and ninety-nine times."

Gu Han: "..."

He felt.

Now even if Donghua and Taishu sang this song backwards or danced, he would not be surprised!

"Bald donkey, I will fight you!"

"Ahhh, why are you forcing me!!!"

Donghua and the other two broke down on the spot.

Taishu even took the nursery rhyme book, ripped it a few times, and tore it into pieces, and pieces of scraps fell like snowflakes.

"Alas."

The young monk sighed: "It's a pity that it's a step too late after all, and you..."

Said.

He looked at the middle-aged monk who had been reciting scriptures silently and said, "You are here too early."

"I have to come."

The chanting of the Buddha's name stopped, and the middle-aged monk put his hands together and sighed, "Buddha is merciful and saves all beings. If I had come a little later, these two donors would have been completely drowned in the boundless sea of ​​suffering and would never be reborn."

With a click!

Donghua and the others jumped in their hearts!

"Bald... cough, Master."

Donghua said cautiously, "What do you mean?"

"Don't be fooled by the false appearance."

The middle-aged monk sighed, "Under the chaos, there are three thousand worlds and three thousand robbery masters. My Bodhi world is no exception. You only think that he acts like a demon and does not respect common sense. He plays with you in his hands, but you don't know..."

Looking at the young monk.

He said calmly, "His true identity is the Bodhi robbery master."