Monk!

Liu Yi's expression froze, but his speed did not decrease but increased, his direction changed, and he galloped towards the left.

Before coming to the Heavenly Realm of Taneshima, Liu Yi had always had a very good impression of the disciples of Buddhism, believing that except for a very few few crooked melons and cracked dates, most of the remaining monks were compassionate and compassionate people who adhered to the compassionate morality of the Buddha.

It's a pity that the Buddhist monks I have encountered several times in the Taneshima Heavenly Realm are all despicable people.

From the fat and thin two monks in the fishing village to the circular machine monk and other monks in Ciyun Temple, all died in the hands of Liu Yi.

"The donor is slow, and the poor monk has no malice!"

The little monk hurriedly pursued him, came to Liu Yi's side ten meters away like lightning, looked at Liu Yi with wide eyes, and said: "I just want to see what the person who makes Zhong Huagai think about it day and night, and can't wait to be martyred, what is his appearance and bearing......

Golden Light Phantom Magical Power!

The golden light on the soles of Liu Yi's feet flashed, carrying him towards the wind and snow and speeding away.

When it comes to cultivation, Liu Yi only has a real human realm.

With such a cultivation, he couldn't use the golden light phantom power at will, otherwise he would unknowingly exhaust his not long-term longevity and die unconsciously. However, Liu Yi already had the foundation of a land immortal, and his lifespan of up to 100,000 years was enough for him to use this kind of supernatural power that consumed longevity without any worries.

Liu Yi's speed suddenly increased by more than ten times, and the little monk was caught off guard, and he was actually lost.

He is not a wolf, nor is he a dog, and he can't smell Liu Yi in the wind and snow.

When Liu Yi was flying, he used another stealth method, and then with the help of the wind and snow, no one could track where he ran.

The little monk had no choice but to shout in the wind and snow: "Daoyou! The little monk is a disciple of Guangming Temple, a disciple of the Dharma Buddha, and he has met Daoyou for the first time, and there is no malice." My Buddhism Guangming Temple, and the Buddhism has always been a sect, has always been a little different in concept. I also ask this Taoist friend not to regard the little monk as a disciple of the Yixiang Sect, my Guangming Temple and the Yixiang Sect are by no means the same as the same dog. ”

The sound shook and came out, reaching the place where Liu Yi was.

But Liu Yi has always been cautious, how could he easily believe the words of the Buddhists? This was the first time the two had met, and if Liu Yi believed him like this, his IQ would be too low.

Even a three-year-old knows that you can't easily talk to strangers and can't easily trust strangers.

The Buddhists stood in the air, staring into the depths of the wind and snow, but did not receive an answer from Liu Yi.

"Alas...... Amitabha. This person had a big battle with Zhong Huagai, not only could he retreat with his whole body, but also provoked Zhong Huagai's master 'Lin Zhongsanren' to be furious and yell, obviously Zhong Huagai must have been defeated in his hands, and the injury was not light, which angered Lin Zhongsanren. ”

The Buddhist shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that although my little monk met him, he couldn't say a few more words with him, and he couldn't talk to each other, which is really regrettable." This person only saw that I was a monk, so he turned around without saying a word, and must have had a grudge with those monks of the Yizong before this, so he had a preconceived attitude, thinking that the little monk was also a monk without compassion......"

"Phew!"

A voice suddenly sounded beside the Buddhist.

Another monk, with a fat body, wearing a robe and mango shoes, appeared next to the Buddha and said angrily: "If you little monk want to talk nonsense again, the poor monk will tear your mouth apart!"

The fairy aura is like a cloud, surrounding this fat monk.

This monk was also in the Seven Star City of the Seven Island Country, when Zhong Huagai soared up and left the Seven Star City, this monk was meditating and chanting, drinking wine and eating meat, and when he learned the news of Zhong Huagai's sudden departure, it was already after half a pillar of incense. The fat monk followed all the way, just wanting to compete for the rumored Three Treasures of the Void, but the battle between Liu Yi and Zhong Huagai had long since ended, and Liu Yi disappeared without a trace.

When the monk was confused, he heard the voice of the Buddha, and he was attracted here.

"I thought it was who, it turned out to be you, the defeated general!"

The Buddhist disciple looked disappreliant, pouted at the fat monk, and said, "Broad-hearted monk, could it be that you are not afraid of the will of heaven and really want to do something to me?"

The monk's expression changed, and with a wave of his sleeves, he flew into the wind and snow, chasing Liu Yi's traces.

The monk's Dharma name is called Heart Wide.

The heart is wide and the body is fat, which is generally used to describe a person with a broad heart, but the first two words were intercepted by the monk's master, and the fat monk was given the name of the law: wide heart.

The original intention of this Dharma name is to make the broad-hearted monk broad-minded, not small-hearted.

It's just that the master of the monk with a wide heart has been dead for many years, and the meaning of this Dharma name seems to have long since lost its effect. This made the monk and the Buddhists argue about the Dharma once, and finally the little Buddhist monk used three sentences of "It's about my", and he was so angry that he lost the argument unconsciously, and the loss was not clear, and the monk has been haunted.

But because of the original gambling contract, because of the oath issued in the Great Array of Heavenly Providence at that time, the monk with a wide heart was defeated as a Buddhist disciple, and he must not take the initiative to do anything to the Buddhist monk in this life, otherwise the divine punishment will be bombarded, even if it is a god, a sage, and a celestial venerable, it will be bombarded into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha! If Monk Xinkuan found that sword cultivator, wouldn't he kill him? Once Monk Xinkuan killed Zhong Huagai's favorite person, Zhong Huagai would definitely find Monk Xinkuan desperately. Although Zhong Huagai is a genius, his cultivation is far inferior to the Xinkuan monk who has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and it is very likely that he will die in the hands of the Xinkuan monk...... My Buddha is compassionate!"

The little monk's expression changed greatly, and a cold sweat the size of a bean broke out on his head, and he thought: "Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, if the little monk prevents this thing from happening, he will definitely have monstrous merits! In public and private, the little monk will prevent this tragedy from happening, and Yu Gong will prevent the two sides from fighting in a big war, so as not to shed rivers of blood in all sentient beings; and in private interests, he will seek a great merit for himself, and this matter will benefit others and himself!" It's just that the little monk's cultivation is far inferior to the broad-hearted monk, although he can't do it to the little monk because of the oath, but which sword cultivation can he do, how should the little monk be good?"

The Buddhist's mind was thinking rapidly, and his eyes were a little dull.

Distracting thoughts appeared in the hearts of the Buddhists.

When the little monk's mind was running at high speed, he was sweating constantly, panting heavily, his chest was undulating, and there was an obvious bulge on his chest......

If Hu Tutu was here, he would definitely praise loudly: "This kid's chest muscles are really fucking developed." ”

Perhaps, he will reach out and pat it, touch it, and ask again, "The little monk has fine skin and tender flesh and slender arms, how did you train these chest muscles?"

After thinking about it for a while, the Buddhists couldn't come up with a perfect plan after all, so they had to step down and gallop away in the direction where the monk disappeared.

What is surprising is that the little monk's face is a little red......