Ming Fei and Bengfei glanced at each other and laughed at the same time.

The first three chuckles and shallow laughter were joyful but unassuming. But from the fourth tone, the daxiao of the two monks of the evil temple suddenly expanded vigorously, like a thunderous sweep, filling the four directions!

There is no longer the reserve and self-cultivation of a high monk, only rolling anger and endless contempt remain!

"If you don't listen to your well-intentioned persuasion, you ignore it, and you don't look back, so what else can you say. Ming Fei was stunned by a word, like an angry roar.

Bengfei daxiao was dull, and his heart was suffocated and uncomfortable: "You should know that the Buddha not only has a compassionate heart, but also a demon-destroying fire nature! You don't want to give you mercy, you have to be overdone to be willing!"

Xiang Liu snorted coldly: "I think it's a lot more pleasing to the eye for you guys." ”

In the midst of angry laughter, Ming Fei shook his head and stepped back.

Bengfei was the opposite, striding towards Liu Xiang and Su Jing, stretching out his hand and gently flicking his chest while walking, it was a soft sound of 'ding', such as the melodious chime, and the listener only felt that his mind was clear and his spirit was uplifted.

Immediately, I saw layers of silver brilliance flickering from the body of the Bengfei monk, and in the blink of an eye, the white and chubby monk was dyed by the light, Cheng Liang's iron and silver color, and metallic brilliance.

The crowd was sensational, and with a little eyesight, you could see that this was a wishful King Kong physique!

"Since you came to the mountain gate, you have hurt people with your palm several times, and it seems that you are quite confident in your palm power. If you don't know that you are small, you will never understand the vastness of the Dharma!" I will receive your slap on this seat, and see how much you can endure me!

Su Jing suddenly spoke, smiled and shook his head: "It's too full of words, what can you do if he wants to slap you down." ”

Xiang Liu doesn't like to argue with words, how can he talk more nonsense, so he repeats his skills, and he still raises his palm!

Bengfei's dull daxiao came to an abrupt end.

There was a quenching sound of 'pop', and the fat white monk who had won the body of King Kong was not overturned.

But he was shattered! The shell was shattered, there was no blood, there was no scream, and the pieces of the body were clearly scattered and scattered. It is as if a fine porcelain figure has been smashed against a stubborn stone.

The monk crumbled at the same time. A shallow shadow flashed out of the monk's shattered body, trying to escape.

Exactly like before, Liu Xiang opened his big mouth again, sucked the shadow into his mouth, and swallowed it

The next moment, poof. Liu Xiang snorted again. I saw a piece of pink and tender soft meat fall to the ground. After squirming a few times, he turned into a white fat monk again, but his size was much smaller. However, the villain, who was only the size of a fist, was naked, his face was blue, and he was huddled and trembling.

Xiangliu smiled and said to the 'Bengfei' on the ground: "The beads are not bad, thank you." ”

All the people present were cultivators, and although the battle just now changed quickly and the situation was strange, most of them could figure out what was going on: it was not wrong for the monk Bengfei to cultivate the vajra physique, but he was cultivating a shell.

To put it bluntly, the white and chubby monk is transformed by the double shell of the old clam . The white fat monk that everyone sees is just a shell, and the real 'mussel fei' is hiding in the shell.

Xiang Liu smashed the shell with one palm, sucked the old clam into the mouth, snatched the essence orb of his 10,000-year cultivation, and then spit out the 'monk' again

There was a moment of silence, the discussion began, and the crowd was slightly chaotic.

The demons of the West Sea all know that the old clam has a deep cultivation, and he has refined a pair of thick armor to the point that it is difficult to shake the huge force. Now that he has to be enlightened by the abbot and strengthened to cultivate the Ruyi Vajra physique, who can help it.

But the Great Compassion Demon Monk just slapped it casually, knocked on the shell of the old clam and snatched the beads of the old clam with his hand!

Others can't see it, only Su Jing can see it, this time when Xiang Liu made a move, a small pipa flashed from his palm. It seems to be waving his hand, but in fact he uses treasures.

One of the nine treasures of the 'Vimaltara' lineage, no matter how hard the shell of the old clam is, how can it block such a powerful magic weapon. The shell was shattered and not wronged at all.

Before, he was full of big words, but now he is vulnerable and looks at Xiangliu's mouth squirming and his cheeks bulging in turn, and he knows that he is sucking the old clam orb, like sucking jelly beans, with a smile in his eyes, and the taste should be good.

One was knocked down, and the other's face suddenly turned hideous, and he shouted loudly: "Duh!"

The cheers fell to the ground, and the golden light burst out: three clusters of golden light!

The first clay pot is the size of a clay pot, hanging above the head of the monk Ming Fei, slightly shocked, turning into a small arhat, holding an iron bowl in his hand;

The second group of golden light spread for ten miles, hanging behind the monk Ming Fei, and the huge Arhat was also held high by the iron bowl in his hand;

The third group of golden light came from Ming Fei himself, his eyes, ears, facial features, skin and pores, all of which did not reveal a shining golden light, and in an instant, the thin monk turned into a golden-bodied Arhat, holding an iron bowl over the top with his hands high!

Inside the mountain gate, thousands of krakens and cultivators were in chaos!

The spell of summoning the Law Appearance and Condensing Divine Venerable is not uncommon, and it is not worth making a fuss about, but it is not obvious.

The little arhat with golden light above his head is the reflection of his true soul, it is not a 'phase', it has to be cultivated into an arhat heart, otherwise it is impossible to cast this scene;

The golden Arhat behind him is his aura and transformation, it is not 'phase', you have to practice a true Arhat qi vein to get that huge Arhat shadow;

From the inside out, from head to toe, it is no longer clear that this thin, small, and not amazing-looking monk Ming Fei has already realized the true taste of Arhats and cultivated the true body of Arhats!

Although Bengfei's King Kong physique is strong, it is still a technique and a miraculous power. But now Ming Fei is an Arhat, but it is the law, the true fruit, and the true Zen fruit that can only be picked by comprehending the original intention of compassion.

Mussel Fei, Ming Fei, compared with the two, the difference between the cloud and mud.

How could it not be surprised that the monk Ming Fei was actually a flesh-bodied Arhat!

Some of the dull krakens in the crowd couldn't even hold back their excitement, and they leaned down to worship with hoho monsters in their mouths.

Xiao Xiangliu didn't bother to think about it, and raised his hand to shoot again. Su Jingha, who was beside him, smiled: "Don't always shoot your peers!"

The first half of the sentence was for Xiang Liu, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to stop him, and in the second half of the sentence, Su Jing stepped lightly in front of the 'Arhat Raising the Bowl'. As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed the bowl of the Arhat.

Legend has it that before the Arhat became enlightened, he held an iron bowl all the time to beg for food, and at this moment the little demon monk went up to grab someone's bowl, which is really hateful!

However, the monk was short, and Su Jing was slender; the former raised his hands high, and the latter raised his hands slightly, as if an adult was snatching a child's toy.

Seeing the little demon monk like Meng Lang, some of the people present screamed angrily, some exclaimed, and more sneered with disdain, did the little demon monk really think that the bowl was a broken bowl in the hand of Huazi?

The bowl of the Arhats. It's a weapon, it's a treasure, and it's a law! Rashly go up and reach out to grab it. There is no place to bury you except die, what can happen if you don't die.

Not only is he not dead, but the little demon monk is still laughing, and the smile and joy that shines from his heart.

And then it was snatched away. The bowl of the Arhat was snatched away.

Ming Fei is empty-handed, and the bowl changes hands!

The uproar that had just dispersed suddenly coalesced into a noisy, loud exclamation. Silence returned to the moment! Everyone stared at Su Jing with wide eyes. You can see everything clearly in your eyes. But in my heart I still refuse to believe.

The little demon monk smiled, held someone's magic bowl in his hand, and flicked it a few times. The crisp sound of Dangdang fluttered and echoed in the silent mountain gate.

Suddenly, two strange noises came out at the same time, and the heart-rending howl of the giant Arhat shadow ten miles behind Ming Fei, and the small golden light of the Arhat above his head was screaming and crying.

Ming Fei's face was pale, and what about the physical Arhat, after suffering a heavy blow, he was no different from a mortal, and he trembled like chaff.

Ming Fei is one of the hundred and eight evil arhats in the Evil Buddha Hall

Buddhism has a great relationship with the number of 'one hundred and eight', such as reciting scriptures one hundred and eight times, one hundred and eight prayer beads, ringing bells one hundred and eight times, etc., so that one hundred and eight arhats are gradually derived, but only sixteen arhats and two venerables really exist in the scriptures, and they are called 'eighteen arhats'.

Ming Fei Demon Monk can do 'Lifting the Bowl', a true Arhat with a name and surname, and he is naturally an excellent person among the one hundred and eight evil things. But don't forget, the 'Emperor Shakti', who is much stronger than the evil Arhat, was thrown into the Black Hell by Su Jing for refining, how could Ming Fei be Su Jing's opponent.

The process of seizing the bowl is also a process of competition, the yang fire and the golden wind are launched at the same time, Ming Fei only resisted for a moment and was defeated, and he was seriously injured!

Looking at the crying 'little Arhat' above Ming Fei's head, Su Jing suddenly stretched out his hand and stuffed the 'Arhat Bowl' he had just snatched back into Ming Fei's hand: "Don't cry. ”

Snatching the treasure is a fighting method. What's a baby?

Holding the iron bowl in his hand, Ming Fei suddenly began to cough, one bite at a time, choking out of scorched black smoke, and the five were burned by the yang fire, even if he was still alive, he was profound.

After the black smoke, he coughed non-stop, and then vomited something like black charcoal, and he couldn't tell which piece was the heart, liver and which part was the spleen and lung, so it fell into the iron bowl that Su Jinggang gave him, and there was another chaotic sound

At this moment, those krakens and cultivators looked at the eyes of the two little demon monks, and there was still a little disdain and anger, only a deep sense of awe!

"Go back quickly, call your abbot, and I'll go back when I've discussed things with him." "The little demon monk brings up the old story again.

Ming Fei couldn't stand anymore, his eyes rolled, his thin body fell straight to the ground, and he was still clutching his bowl in his hand.

The junior demon monks behind him were busy grabbing it, some people supported Ming Fei, and some people 'picked up' Bengfei, at this time, a cold voice suddenly came: "In the ancient temple mountain gate, even the disciples of the Buddha Gate were injured, and the two little demons showed their original form and suffered death." ”

With the shouting, there were evil monks from the temple again, and the middle-aged monk with a white face and no facial features stepped on the auspicious clouds and floated in.

"Acquaintances. Su Jing passed on the sound to Xiang Liu.

Although the other party has changed his appearance and changed his appearance, Su Jing can still recognize that the newcomer is one of the five fierce bodhisattvas who fought with everyone in the evil temple at the beginning, 'Great Wish Jizo'.

"It's my turn. "Xiao Xiangliu has bright eyes and is very interested in this opponent.

But before Xiang Liu could make a move, another voice came from the depths of the ancient temple, and his tone was smiling and amiable: "May it be true, bring them in, and listen to this lecture together." (To be continued.) )