Fantasy World Transmigration

“Hey!” Wukong sighed. “I don’t know what a murderer is. I can call the four big Vajra to die. The eleven big cockroaches don’t dare to turn back. The two big guards are smashing in front of them, and the eighteen arhats are killed by him. Seven, only one Fuhu Luohan, disappear without a trace, it is difficult to know the inside story. Taiyin Yuanjun also told me that six big Bodhisattvas and five hundred Arhats were still dead.”

“When it is really the devil of the world, I am going to Pinglingshan!”

The body of the Buddha is bleeding, and Rohan is difficult. This Leiyinbao Temple does not know how many evils are born, how many ominous, that is, Wukong ability is big, can come and go freely, not trapped. He went on, and soon he saw the door of the Great Hall, and five hundred Arhats sat cross-legged, and they looked like a neck.

With the golden body broken, I don’t know where the soul is.

In front, there are still the bodies of the six big bodhisattvas, all of whom were easily killed by people. They did not fight back. Wukong came along the way. The Vedic Bodhisattva and the Indigo Bodhisattva died outside the gate. The Eighteen Arhats were in the second gate. In addition, the four major Vajra fell to the outside of the mountain gate. The eleventh dying is not far from them. Now when they reach the main hall of Daxiong, they have met five hundred arhats.

The body of the Void Bodhisattva flutters on the steps of the Daxiong Hall. It is halfway outside the door, half inside the door, a Great Thunder Sound Temple, there is a section, a hall, a temple, until the Big Bear Temple. It was like Buddha’s sitting, Wukong went to the temple and saw the silhouette of the Buddha.

Immediately took a breath of cold air, secretly thought: “Well, why don’t you even kill the old man?”

The Daxiong Temple can be described as a ten-step corpse. It is the sacred, superior, good, and protector of the Western Lingshan. Wukongg’s eyes are not bad. They recognize that they are not killed by the murderer in front, because these nobles have a bad mana. Those holy Buddhas are far away, but there are traces of fighting and killing in this temple. The scars of the knives and guns on the corpse are similar to those of the 18-year-old blue Guards that were hacked by the chaos.

“It must be that the man rushed in all the way, and the Holy Buddha of Lingshan resisted, so those high-powered Luohan Bodhisattva died in front of them, so that these three-way mixed soldiers hid behind, and those high-powered Luohan Bodhisattva died. Clean, when the murderer came here, he didn’t look at the slag as he looked at it. He went straight to see the old man, and the people behind him just killed the sage of the sage. ”

Wukong sighed and went straight to the rosette that had fallen down.

As for the Fa, there is a heart-wrenching terrifying aura, infinitely solemn, extremely arrogant, and the hair is as vivid as before, only to see the smile of the body and the mouth, Wukong looked through the head to the foot, only to be sure that the murderer of Pinglingshan actually If you are not in the body of the Daxiong Hall, if you are in Asa’s killing, who can be sure, this Buddha’s already gone?

Even so, Wukong is still not sure. After watching it for a long time, he suddenly made a face. When he saw that there was no reaction from the body, he said: “Is this old-fashioned, really nirvana, and thinking about it. Going against the Van Gogh? Otherwise, the disciples of his disciples on the Lingshan Mountain were slaughtered and they didn’t look at them?”

“But the reaction of the four kings and the eleventh scorpion is too weird!”

“And the murderer has been killed all the way, and his eyes are not stunned. For this, the body is actually unmoved, and there must be ghosts!” Wukong laid the road.

He walked to the back of the body, and quietly untied his trousers. He had to come up with a bubble and stay in front of the hairless body. He saw that the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Wukong quickly tied his belt and jumped down: ” Sure enough, if you are an old man, you have to play me!”

“Say… What happened to the spirit mountain?”

“The old grandson was sent by the Jade Emperor and came to investigate what happened…” Wukong asked.

When the name of the Jade Emperor was just taken out, he saw that the gesture of the body of the Fa was changed. The handprint that was originally attached to the chest suddenly turned to the right, and Wukong looked over. The right side is where the Scripture Pavilion is located. Buddha, what kind of riddles do you have with your beggars? If there is anything, you can tell me directly… that is worth it, or you can go and have a look.”

Go straight to the Scripture Pavilion and see the sweeping man in the pavilion. The guards of the pavilion have been killed countlessly. There are countless scriptures in the pavilion or carved with stone tablets, or books and bay leaves, and there are copies of the paper. Ben, even Wukong also saw bamboo Lite, a large Scripture Pavilion, fearing that there are hundreds of millions of books.

Wukong looked overjoyed and looked at the murderer. He even shouted: “Good creation, good creation. This murderer who went to Pinglingshan did not see what he had taken, and he left a lot of benefits for the old grandson. This Great Thunder Sound Temple has been in existence for hundreds of millions of years, and it has accumulated countless times. If you don’t love the old Sun, you will love to study, and it’s really great!”

Immediately rummaging through the cabinet, the three collections of books should be taken away. It is afraid of blowing the wind, scraping the fragile scriptures of the scattered shelves, pulling only a few hundred pieces of hair, and separating them, and putting the Scripture Pavilion billions of books into it. In the sleeves.

This Scripture Pavilion is more than one layer. Wukong walks one layer and rolls one floor. It is a small room on the top of the building. It is actually a living bedding. It is a Zen room. Wukong walks in and looks at it. It turned out to be a daddy. The place.

The old man hangs down, and his eyebrows hang down on the ground. There is no aura that is alive, and it is dead.

Just when Wukong was ready to retreat, the old man suddenly started talking: “Sun Wukong, you are here!”

Wukong wondered: “Who are you? This monk of the temple is dead? Why are you still alive?” The old man said with a smile: “The temple and the Buddha are dead… that live Down, of course, the murderer!”

Wukong is not surprised, but said with a smile: “No… you are not alive.”

The old man also said with a smile : “Sun Wukong, I am talking to you, but you said that I am not alive?”

“The four kings, the eleventh scorpion also talked to me, are they still alive? Then the old man has pointed me over, is he still alive?” Wukong said with a smile: “You live in the past, now ,You are already dead!”

“Hahaha!” The old man said with a smile: “Sun Wukong is Sun Wukong after all, yes, I am already dead!” The old man faintly said: “But I am not dead in the hands of the murderer, I am in a thousand Before, it is already dead. I am a Buddha in the past!”

“It turns out that you are Dipankara Buddha!” Wukong is a Quantum Primordial Spirit. It can be counted as a world. There is no memory that can escape his Primordial Spirit search: “Dipankara Buddha has been solemnly destroyed in the past, so you have already Dead. Of course the murderer will not kill a dead person… No, dead Buddha.”

“Of course, you will not tell me who is killing so many people in Lingshan!”

“I came here this time and saw too many weird things! The four kings dare not tell me that the eleventh scorpion did not dare to tell me that if the Buddha came to me with a riddle, it would be like the dead person has nothing to do with him. But this great Thunder Sound Temple is up and down, and it’s all dead. If you say the four kings, the eleventh cymbal is just ‘dead’ once, so weird and excusable, but those buddhas are not fake, really It’s gone.”

“So, what are you thinking about?” Wukong frowned.

Dipankara Gu Buddha laughed loudly, he said with a smile : “Wukong, you are wrong! They won’t tell you, I will!”

Wukong was stunned: “You are not a group with them?”

“Of course not!” Dipankara Gu Buddha doubled his hands and said: “Because they killed them, it is me!”