"When I was born... there was no Buddha in the world..."
It was a very calm sentence,
It was so calm that it was said in the simplest declarative tone,
It seemed to have gone through a short period of thought,
Then he came to a serious conclusion.
It was serious and simple,
It was as if he was recalling that when I was young, the Zhang family next door did not have a pigsty.
If it was in the past, no matter whether the other party was strong or not, no matter how the situation was..,
The person in front of him dared to insult Buddha..,
The scabby-headed monk would definitely scold him loudly!
Buddha was the belief in his heart, his life, his ideals, and even his life..,
He would never allow anyone to belittle and belittle Buddha in front of him.
But this time..,
The scabby-headed monk's lips moved a few times,
He did not make a sound to argue or scold anything,
Because for some reason..,
He actually had the absurd illusion that the other party was just stating a fact,
He was not insulting Buddha,
He did not have the mood to insult Buddha,
But this..,
How could it be the truth?
"Boss..."
At this moment, Yingying seemed to have sobered up a little,
She reached out to rub her forehead and slowly sat up,
Today, Yingying was really tired. She had activated her bloodline twice to fight. Previously, when she was sealed by the kasaya, she had planned to forcefully activate it a third time.
She had also experienced the feeling of her body being hollowed out.
She needed to rest now,
And for her..,
The best way to rest was actually to curl up in her boss's arms,
Sleepy.
She looked around in confusion,
Until she saw the familiar figure standing in front of her,
Yingying suddenly laughed,
She shouted in surprise,
"Boss, you're awake.
Sob sob sob..,
I knew that the boss wouldn't be so easily poisoned! "
Yingying stood up and subconsciously wanted to stand beside the boss. Even though she was very weak and did not have much strength,
She could take the beating!
Yingying felt that if she stood beside the boss..,
She could help the boss take a few attacks from the other party.
When it came to Zhou Ze, the female zombie was always so meticulous, so unreserved.
However, after taking a few steps, before she could reach Zhou Ze's side, Yingying staggered and fell to the ground.
On her face, there seemed to be a golden luster constantly flowing, desperately consuming the little murderous aura in her body. It was even causing continuous damage to her body.
Orthodox Buddhist techniques were indeed the greatest natural enemy of evil beings!
It was fine if he didn't make a move, but once he did, it was very likely that he would injure his foundation.
Yingying knelt on the ground.
I want to stand up strong again.
However, he felt dizzy again.
He could only rely on his hands to support himself on the ground to prevent himself from fainting.
"Boss …"
Yingying bit her lips.
She felt that she could not help.
It was useless.
Zhou Ze suddenly turned around.
He turned around and looked at the female zombie kneeling behind him.
Yingying, who was going to whine coquettishly, saw her boss's gaze.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Hiss!
Then..,
He immediately retreated.
His original kneeling posture suddenly turned into a backward posture.
His feet were still rubbing against the ground.
He instinctively tried to distance himself from Zhou Ze.
He was not the boss.
Not the boss.
It was that.
It was the very, very big one.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Did the boss wake up that very, very big one?
Why didn't they inform him?
She had actually been acting coquettishly to him just now.
It's over, it's over.
She had almost turned the boss green in spirit!
Zhou Ze had only casually turned his head to take a look.
However …
When he saw that the female zombie was dragging her extremely tired body.
Even if she was sitting on the ground and kicking her legs backward, she still wanted to stay away from him.
In his eyes …
An inexplicable anger appeared.
Obviously …
She had been afraid of him from the beginning.
Obviously …
Her growth was also dependent on him.
But why …
Yet, she treated him so well.
She treated me like this?
"Hello."
Yingying moved back and reached out.
She waved.
She greeted him awkwardly.
It was so awkward.
It was like taking a photo with a group of Victoria's Secret models. You made a scissor hand gesture.
Phew …
He took a deep breath.
He exhaled heavily.
Zhou Ze turned around.
He looked at the monk with the head of a mangy head in front of him.
"It was you … who … made her … like this?"
"Amitabha. This is all a misunderstanding. Please listen to this penniless monk's explanation.
The Heavens have the virtue of cherishing life.
How could this penniless monk do such a ruthless thing to destroy a flower.
It's this female patron … "
As he said that …
The monk pointed at the tanned girl who was still bound by the black chains on the ground in the distance.
"She wanted to kill this female zombie. This penniless monk couldn't bear to do it, so he sealed her and wanted to save her life."
"..." the tanned girl.
The monk was planning to kill his fellow daoist, the undying monk.
"Really …?"
Zhou Ze raised his head slightly.
He looked at the monk.
Even though the Buddha's light was still behind the monk, he was at a complete disadvantage in terms of aura. The situation was completely reversed when he fought with Yingying.
Buddha suppressed demons.
Evil did not suppress good.
This seemed to be a theorem.
However …
This was only based on the fact that Buddha was stronger than demons.
And if it was reversed …
How could Buddha suppress demons?
Or …
Weak was really reversed.
Who was the Buddha?
Who was the Demon?
The boundary between black and white …
Who would define it?
"Amitabha. A monk does not lie. Please believe in this penniless monk. This penniless monk loves the world. Everything in the world is worthy of this penniless monk's love.
This female zombie patron, this penniless monk is also … "
"You … Say … You Love … Her?"
"..." the scabby-headed monk.
Big Brother …
Is there anyone who talks like this!
You can't be so picky about words.
Haven't you heard of a public servant?!
"Answer … Answer … I …"
"Uh, Patron, the love here is a kind of great love. It doesn't involve the personal feelings of a man and a woman …"
"Clang!"
A very discordant sound appeared.
The iron nail that he had hurriedly put away in his clothes.
It actually fell out at this moment.
It was probably because the scabby-headed monk's body had been trembling during this period of time.
Trembling, trembling.
He shook out the hidden nail.
Zhou Ze and the scabby-headed monk lowered their heads.
They looked down.
When he saw what had fallen out,
The scabby-headed monk's face suddenly turned pale.
Oh my God, oh my God.
"Amitabha, Amitabha!
Patron,
Please listen to this penniless monk's explanation.
This penniless monk's new house in Xuzhou needs to be renovated. "
Zhou Ze bent down.
He picked up the nail.
The scabby-headed monk's explanation came to an abrupt halt.
Then …
He swallowed his saliva with some difficulty.
He knew.
In such a situation …
If he explained.
There was no point.
He played with the nail.
Zhou Ze seemed to be playing with a new toy.
"Evil Suppression... Sutra Sutra... Spirit Binding..."
Zhou Ze raised his head.
He looked at the scabby-headed monk.
There were many names for this nail. There were many different names for it in Daoists, Buddhists, and even Mystics. In some places, ordinary people would use this nail to build houses or move to new homes.
Evil Suppression.
An House.
However, the original and most primitive use of these nails was to suppress zombies!
It suppressed the murderous aura in the zombie's body, locked the meridians in the zombie's body, and bound the zombie's spiritual sense. This was a magic tool specially designed for zombies.
In recent years, due to the promotion of cremation, the number of wild zombies had decreased a lot.
However, in ancient times, especially in times of great chaos, when the imperial court was in turmoil, wild demons would appear. It was not uncommon for zombies to cause trouble.
As one of the ancestors of the zombies, Zhou Ze.
Holding this nail.
It felt a little strange.
Although there was no "Blood Relationship" between zombies.
However, this nail could really be said to be specially used to deal with his "Descendants.".
He didn't know that this kind of nail.
After it was invented.
How many zombies had been nailed to death.
"Crack!"
The black nail turned into dust in Zhou Ze's hand.
It slowly drifted away.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, you have done well. This penniless monk has long disliked this nail."
The scabby-headed monk immediately liked it!
Zhou Ze waved his palm.
He didn't know why.
When there was something dirty on his hands.
It always made him feel very uncomfortable.
And he couldn't bear it for a moment.
He scattered the black ash.
Zhou Ze reached out.
He grabbed the scabby-headed monk's white training clothes.
He wiped his hands carefully.
The scabby-headed monk laughed dryly.
He didn't dare to say anything.
Next.
Zhou Ze placed his hand on the scabby-headed monk's face.
He originally wanted to place it on the scabby-headed monk's head.
But when he looked at that head.
He didn't want to.
He patted the scabby-headed monk's face.
It made a crisp sound.
"Benefactor, can this penniless monk leave now?"
Even though he felt that this was nonsense,
The scabby-headed monk still wanted to ask.
What if a miracle happened?
Zhou Ze shook his head.
He still spoke in a calm tone.
"No... can..."
Okay.
He understood.
In the next second.
The scabby-headed monk's expression froze.
He had been pretending to be polite. He just wanted a miracle.
Now.
Let's fight!
"Vajra's Angry Eyes, Demon Subduing!"
The Buddha shadow behind the scabby-headed monk instantly merged into his body.
It made the scabby-headed monk look like an electric light bulb.
It began to shine.
Then.
The scabby-headed monk's eyes widened.
It was as if he was possessed by an arhat.
At the same time, he raised his fist at an extremely fast speed.
He was ready to fight!
Under the premise that there was no way out.
He could only fight!
However.
The scabby-headed monk, who had just begun to shine, did not enjoy the "Immeasurable" pleasure of the golden light.
Zhou Ze's palm suddenly exerted force.
It was as if he was helping him hit a mosquito.
It directly slapped the scabby-headed monk's face.
"Bang!"
The golden light disintegrated.
The Buddha's light dissipated.
The scabby-headed monk, who had been standing in front of Zhou Ze, was sent flying by Zhou Ze's slap.
He slammed into the billboard on the side of the road.
He directly smashed a hole in the billboard.
Zhou Ze lowered his head silently.
He looked at the palm he had just slapped.
He said softly,
"My Buddha... is merciful."
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The outbreak began.
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