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Lingyin Temple in West Lake is surrounded by cigarettes and silent.
The pilgrims who came and went remained silent, just burning incense and praying, the same every day.
This is of course related to the good deeds of light and cloth in Lingyin Temple on weekdays, so there is an endless stream of pilgrims.
It's just that inside the Buddhist hall today, it looks messy.
The disciple who just started outside the door frowned tightly, looking at a loss.
It wasn't until seeing Master Yuan Kong, the host, that he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.
As soon as Yuan Kong walked to the door, he smelled the smell of alcohol coming from inside, which was very muddy.
"Economy!"
Yuan Kong vibrated slightly, and stepped into the Buddhist hall.
A chubby wine gourd rolled to Yuan Kong's feet, and a few drops of wine that hadn't drained dripped out and got on Yuan Kong's cloth shoes.
Immediately afterwards, under the incense table in the Buddhist hall, a man who was drunk on pyridine crawled out thumping.
"You guys step back first." Yuan Kong turned his head and waved his hands.
All the disciples retreated in response, but before leaving, they did not forget to turn their heads and whisper a few words mockingly.
"Senior Brother Jidian is really good. He has been a beginner for so long, but he still can't quit drinking. I really don't understand why the master wants to keep him."
"You don't know this, master said earlier that this brother Jidian is the most Buddha-nature among us, but I just didn't see it, maybe the master is too old to see Alright."
"Hey, you still dare to speak ill of Master, watch me tell Master Guang Liang to teach you a lesson!"
Yuan Kong listened to the soft whispers of the disciples, and he was not discouraged, and closed the door of the Buddhist hall with a light smile.
"Okay, now you can talk about it."
Jigong sat up slowly from the ground. Although his mouth was still smelling of alcohol and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were extraordinarily sober.
Yuan Kong seemed puzzled and asked: "What makes you so confused?"
"My Buddha." Jigong said lightly.
Yuan Kong sat beside Ji Gong.
Jigong went on to say: "If the person who is guilty of sin is not such a sin? Is my Buddha wrong?"
Yuan Kong smiled lightly and said: "I am a Buddha who is merciful, and everything has a Buddha's heart. Who will judge the sin? What is the sin?"
"Master, my Buddha said that if the person who committed the crime is not killed, there will be resentment in the world, so I have been patrolling outside the city for the past few days, trying to stop him outside the city of Hangzhou, but what I saw, It's just that the man of great sin disregarded his own safety and risked exposing himself
Identity danger, save people"
Yuan Kong smiled and said: "I'm a mortal, I don't have the magic power like Jidian you, but this pair of naked eyes can see clearly what is the real sin."
"Was the Buddha wrong?" Jigong asked back.
"Buddha, you can't make mistakes, what's wrong is their ordinary mind."
Jigong raised his head slowly, but his eyes became much firmer, and he said softly: "Master, you have been a monk for nine generations. I have fixed my disciple's Buddha's heart again, and I have been taught!"
Yuan Kong smiled and nodded slowly.
The door of the Buddhist hall slowly opened, and a ray of sunlight shone in, sacred and majestic.
At noon, the city of Hangzhou was already full of excitement.
However, the door of an inn in the busy city was closed. Even though the surrounding shops were already full of customers and making a lot of money, they didn't intend to open the door at all.
Although the pedestrians passing by were puzzled, they didn't care.
It's just that the store at the moment is a completely different scene.
The blood all over the floor has already soaked the wooden floor, revealing a strange scarlet color and exuding a disgusting bloody smell.
Several people collapsed on the ground, their eyes opened like copper bells, and blood continued to flow from their necks.
It's just that they have already lost a trace of breath, and they are clearly a few corpses.
And on the original counter of the inn, two men with their hands tied were trembling all over, with white faces, waiting for the tragedy that would happen to them next.
It never occurred to them that during the day they were still very happy to receive a sum of spirit stones from the generous uncle, but after about half a day, this was the scene.
Those on the ground are the same as meHu San waved the paw of one hand indifferently, and the sharp sound of piercing the air swept across the front, followed by a burst of black air instantly rising into the air.
Hu San looked at one of his arms in disbelief. At this moment, the original sharp nails had all faded away and turned into his original appearance, and the black energy on his body continued to recede.
"What did you do!" Hu San shouted in astonishment.
However, Ji Gong said with a nonchalant smile, "I'm saving your life."
"No! No!" Hu San suddenly felt ashamed.
At the same time, he was also desperately attacking Ji Gong, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
A strange character slowly appeared in the center of Jigong's palm, exuding a faint golden light.
"Arhat turned the sky!"
At such a close distance, Hu San was unable to avoid it at all, a golden light flew out from Jigong's palm, and hit Hu San directly on the chest.
In an instant, Hu San flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.
Only a perfect arc was drawn in the air.
After Jigong finished all this, he just put his hands together slowly, turned around and said to Zhao Lingfeng: "The rest will be troublesome to Escort Zhao, this man has no room to resist, he just needs to be sent to the government immediately!"
It was only then that Bu Feifan noticed that a puddle of black pulp flowed from the body of Hu San lying on the ground, exuding a disgusting smell.
At this moment, although Hu San's face was weak, his aura gradually stabilized, and the black air on his face disappeared completely, and he no longer looked like he was about to die.
Jigong said lightly: "I know you think again, why should such a sinful person be allowed to live?"
Zhao Lingfeng bowed his head slightly, and replied: "I'll ask Master Jidian to answer!"
Jigong did not know where to take out that very characteristic rotten cattail fan, which looked old as if it would fall apart with a little effort, and he fanned it slowly.
"We are not qualified to judge his crimes. Whether he beheaded for public display or acquitted is a matter for the government!"
Jigong laughed and walked over, while Zhao Lingfeng was still frowning tightly, as if he was constantly thinking about Jigong's words.
Bu Feifan stepped back slightly, smiled, and said: "Thank you, master, for your help, otherwise this Hu San would have run away!"
However, Jigong did not answer, but kept looking at Bu Feifan, and said, "It's really strange, how did you manage to appear in front of him at that moment before? And are you afraid of me? Back off?"
Bu Feifan said perfunctorily: "This is also a secret technique that I have painstakingly studied for many years, and I am generally unwilling to try it on others."
When he said this, Bu Feifan's hands had already secretly touched the chess pieces on his body.
Although it was the first time we met Jigong, he was also a Buddhist after all, and he was the reincarnation of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon, so maybe he wanted to be his enemy.
And if he had guessed his identity, then a big battle would be inevitable.
Just when Bu Feifan was thinking about it, that Jigong suddenly turned around and stopped talking to Bu Feifan, as if he had lost interest in him.
"By the way, Escort Zhao, did you take a trick from him before?"
Zhao Lingfeng nodded quickly, showed his arm, and said, "When I couldn't dodge earlier, I was rubbed by his claws, but fortunately, the wound didn't look deep, and it didn't bleed. It's a blessing!"
Ji Gong was silent, walked up to Zhao Lingfeng, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.
In an instant, Zhao Lingfeng sat paralyzed on the ground.
You know, Zhao Lingfeng, who is the head of the bodyguard, is a big man over forty years old, with a strong physique who can walk as far as two extraordinary steps, but now he was slapped lightly by Ji Gong and sat powerlessly on the ground, his face pale. He also became extraordinarily pale, and the bean-sized cold sweat kept dripping from his head.
Down.
"Dad! What's wrong with you!"
Zhao Xun'er immediately noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Lingfeng, after all, Jigong would never be able to take action against him, and a man who was originally so strong suddenly became like this, which is really unbelievable.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Head!"
A group of bodyguards all looked nervous, their eyes were full of but certain expressions, and they all moved towards this side slowly.
And when Jigong raised Zhao Lingfeng's arm, the originally not deep wound was constantly glowing with black air, and a rotten smell came out, as if it was no longer a hand, but a hand. A rotting corpse.
"This is it!" Zhao Lingfeng stood up with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Is it still lucky now? Head Zhao?" Jigong said with a smile as if gloating. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??, as if it was no longer a hand, but a rotting corpse.
"This is it!" Zhao Lingfeng stood up with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Is it still lucky now? Head Zhao?" Jigong said with a smile as if gloating. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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