Chapter 232: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha

"I flew around, this is an isolated island, I can't get out at all..."

Palace Master Yuxiao flapped his wings and fell back to the four-way

intersection. Zhao Guanren was sitting on the rock and eating, Xuan Ye was

cooperating with the division of labor, one attracted Zhao Guanren’s

attention, the other opened his bag to steal cigarettes, and quickly got it.

Transfer to the black prajna.

"The problem lies with this piece of jade..."

Zhao Guanren threw down the food packaging bag and pointed to Yubi and said,

"Although this thing is called Wangxiangtai, the things that can be released

are secret, which has caused a knot for each of us, such as the white life

experience, Xuanye family The killing of the door, this reminds us to make a

correct choice!"

"How is it right..."

Si Ming shook his head and said: "It is impossible for people like us to go to

heaven, and it is impossible for the living dead to go to reincarnation. There

is only one way to go to hell, but there is separation between the flesh and

the soul.

"Who said you can't reincarnate..."

Zhao Guanren stood up and said, "Those who have not yet reached the end of

their lives can reincarnate, but are you dead? You let the eternal night be

transformed into a corpse alive, otherwise you will have at least a few

decades to live, and you are now a dead person. Living for a thousand years

will not count as your young life!"

"Yeah! My life is still unfinished..."

Si Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and Xuan Ye was also excited now, and he

jumped up and shouted: "I am like you, I was alive and well, let the Dongying

Corpse Soldier kill me, and I have never done anything wrong in my life. You

can't blame me for killing people with corpse soldiers!"

"Then my life is still unfinished..."

Qin Biqing also quickly raised his hand, but Zhao Guanren said, "You must be

the one who has not yet reached the end of your life, and Palace Master Yuxiao

should be the same, but Du Sha may not be the one who has not yet reached the

end of your life!"

Du Shaqi said: "I am a living sea clan, how come it's not the end of life?"

"I ask you……"

Zhao Guanren asked: "Before you cultivated your spirit power, what was the

lifespan of your normal sea clan, and how old did you live?"

Du Sha hesitated: "I was about 50 or 60 years old before I practiced. After I

practiced, I have improved a lot. I have lived for more than 160 years!"

"I'm going! You are an authentic old fairy..."

Zhao Guanren opened his hand and said, "Yangshou is the destiny of heaven.

Cultivation means changing your fate against the heavens. You have exceeded

the established Yangshou and lived for more than a hundred years, so you are

not counted as your unsuccessful life. I can't say. You are still an alien

species!"

"And me?"

Bai Ming looked at him anxiously, but Black Prajna said: "It is said that you

must have a longevity, but you haven't seen how you died. If the death period

itself is here, or if you take the initiative to let the black demon corpse,

can you? It’s hard to say for someone who has not yet reached the end of his

life!"

"Old Hei! That's not how it counts..."

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Even if you are still young, you will

forget everything if you walk through the cycle of reincarnation, but this is

definitely not the real Yin Cao Netherworld. It exists only to test us and let

us finally enter the place where the body of the black devil is imprisoned,

understand. ?"

Black Prajna said in confusion: "I know it is a test, but what is it to test?"

"I think you should go to heaven..."

Under his shocked gaze, Zhao Guanren pointed to the middle road and said: "As

the saying goes! Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, you must be a

great demon during your lifetime. If you can let go of your obsession and walk

towards the middle road calmly, I believe you will be able to go. Heaven!"

"My obsession..."

All Black Prajna thought went to the jade bi, and a group of little novice

monks appeared on the jade bi. Hei Prajna was the leader of these little

novice monks and led them to mischief in the temple.

Hei Bangruo asked the master to catch him upright, and the master scolded him

very severely. Not only did he taste the bitterness of flesh and blood, but

also punished him to think about it in the cold quiet room. His cold nose was

running out, and finally he just relied on it. Fell asleep against the wall.

"Oh~"

An old monk gently opened the door, put a cotton-padded jacket over his body,

and stuffed two steamed buns in his arms. At this moment, the harsh and

majestic Master's face was full of love during the day.

"Master!"

Black Prajna suddenly knelt down in front of the jade birch, tears down, but

when the picture turned, he had already put on a robes and became the abbot.

In his prime of life, he was full of vigor, wandering around, preaching and

chanting, as if he became a universal being. Master.

"Soul Soul Tower!!!"

Zhao Guanren's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was an intact soul-relief

pagoda on the screen. The pagoda exuded a bright light, protecting a huge city

in it, surrounded by worshippers. The incense was flourishing, but the pagoda

The door closed tightly.

"I……"

Hei Prajna suddenly stayed for a while, only looking at an old monk in his

twilight years, and slowly walked out of the crowd with a group of disciples.

His wrinkled face was faintly visible, and the believers around him were also

stunned. Master of the way.

The old Black Prajna slowly walked up the jade steps with a string of Buddhist

beads in his hand. He knelt before the gate of the Soul Resurrection Pagoda

and bowed piously. The Soul Resurrection Pagoda also lit up suddenly, and the

entire pagoda glowed with warmth and excitement. The believers are like

smashing garlic.

"It's time to open..."

Zhao Guanren knew at a glance that as soon as the pagoda was lit, the gate of

the pagoda could be opened, and at the same time a crack in the gate was

exposed.

With the support of his apprentices, the old monk pressed the door to the door

with a little excitement, but he didn't respond even after pushing the tower

door a few times, and his face instantly became ugly.

"What's the matter? Couldn't Master Santu open the door..."

The believers all started talking in disbelief, and the old black prajna

quickly stretched out his hands and pushed the door with the strength of

milking, but the gate just didn't move.

"Hey~ It seems that Master Santu also has distracting thoughts, and naturally

cannot open the door if he is not sincere..."

The believers sighed, and there was no look of worship on their faces, but

some people asked: "The Tower of Light has blessed us for hundreds of years,

and how many disasters have been prevented for us. No one has ever opened the

door. Why is it impossible to enter? Woolen cloth?"

"What do you say?"

Someone replied: "The demons are gone! The soul-suppressing tower is also a

decoration. It's better to take out the treasure inside and find a shortcut to

ascend to a fairy. Who doesn't want to become a fairy?"

"This this……"

The elderly Black Prajna was standing in front of the gate of the tower,

already shivering in a hurry, but a young monk pushed the door and said,

"Master! Don't worry, I think this gate is old, maybe... "

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, the gate of the tower opened magically, and the little monk fell

into it, and the old Black Praruo's eyes widened in shock.

But the believers who bowed down did not see clearly, they all exclaimed:

"It's open! Master Santu opened the Pagoda, the master is really a living

bodhisattva!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk slowly straightened his rickety waist, swung back the remaining

apprentices, stepped in alone to support the young monk, and asked in a low

voice: "Apprentice! How did you open the door?"

"Tui'er doesn't know it! Maybe it's because the master has already opened it,

and Tu'er used a force..."

The little monk shook his head blankly. The old monk showed such a smile as it

was. He waved his hand to let the little monk leave and browsed the situation

in the tower alone.

"This little monk is the same as I did before. I don't know how to open the

door..."

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Old Hei! Look carefully, your knot is

here, and I don't need to guess what happens later, I know, it must be you...

let the Lord of Darkness out!"

"Me? How could this be..."

Black Prajna took a half step backwards uncertainly. Unexpectedly, the picture

suddenly turned, the radiant soul tower was billowed with black smoke, the

believers outside were frightened, and the little monks rushed in in panic.

"Hahaha……"

Someone in the tower laughed wildly and said: "Zhao Ziqiang! You have locked

me in for hundreds of years, and finally let me out. Today I will let the

darkness return to the earth and turn these stupid and greedy people into my

slaves!"

"Wow~"

A monstrous black air rushed out of the soul-suppressing tower, and instantly

swept the entire city, followed by a crackle and explosion, and the people who

fled around unexpectedly exploded and died one after another, one after

another with ** skulls into pieces. He flew up and clattered to the tower of

the soul-suppressing tower.

"..."

The picture ended here, and the dumbfounded demon kings finally understood

that this was the origin of the Skull Tower.

The greedy humans were not satisfied with the status quo, and found a black

prajna, and finally released the remnant soul of the Lord of Darkness. It used

millions of dead human skulls to contaminate the soul-suppression tower into a

magic weapon.

"Puff~"

Black Prajna fell to the ground with a pale face, and said in a trembled

voice: "It's...really me, I released this big demon, why, why did I let it

out?"

"You can't stand the temptation..."

Zhao Guanren squatted down to support him, and said: "The black devil tempted

me with witty words, saying that it would make me immortal and become the king

of the whole world. This temptation is not something anyone can resist!"

Black Prajna shivered: "You tell me that I can't open the door, is it really

my insincere?"

"Do you think I am sincere? I don't even know what the Skull Tower is..."

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Opening the door has nothing to do with

sincerity and insincerity, but this has become your heart knot. You have eaten

fast and chanted for the rest of your life, and when you come to the end, you

are not recognized, and then you start to doubt yourself, have distracting

thoughts, and be hacked again. If the devil stimulates you, you will be

completely depraved!"

"Do not!"

Black Prajna shook his head painfully and said, "After all, I have a heart

demon. If I don’t care about my name and truly achieve the four big ones, it’s

impossible to be used by the black demon. I don’t deserve to be a monk. Master

shouldn’t teach me the mantle. I’m sorry. His old man!"

Black Prajna actually shed two lines of blood and tears. This is the first

time that Zhao Guanren has seen this vicious fake monk sincerely confessing

since he knew him.

"Wow~"

Hei Prajna suddenly dropped the stick, got up and slowly took off the black

robes, clasped his palms in front of him wearing only a cloth, and strode

towards the road to ** on the left.

"Monk! Where are you going? Wrong way..."

Si Ming yelled hurriedly, but Black Prajna said without turning his head: "No

mistake! I am sinful in three ways, faceless facing my master, unworthy of

becoming a Buddha, I want to redeem my sins in hell. , The ** is not empty,

and you will not become a Buddha!"

"Three Ways!"

Zhao Guanren yelled subconsciously, and actually felt a little bit of

reluctance to this bad monk who always wanted to recite the Great Compassion

Mantra for him, but just as the golden light flashed, the black man took a big

step forward without hesitation and stepped into the ** gate... …