Volume 1 Chapter 181 Negotiation

Chapter 181 Negotiation

The sky Buddhist had no intention of killing, but the little snakes and pigs were fiercely entangled. He had no choice but to pinch the seal with both hands, and a green round shield appeared in front of him. At this time, the little snakes flew over, and there were only continuous sounds of puffing. The green round shield was pierced like a sieve by more than a hundred little snakes. The sky Buddhist hurriedly clasped his hands together, and the Great Light Dharma King behind him held the pagoda and turned in front of him to resist the attack of the little snakes.

The little snakes are worthy of their name. The Great Light Dharma King formed by the white light appeared cracks under the repeated impact of the little snakes, and then the little pigs were burned by the angry flames, roasting the Light Dharma King red.

The old monk had a general understanding of the strength of the little snakes and pigs. He withdrew his hands and brought the Light Dharma King to the ground, and shouted again with the Buddha's roar: "Stop!" At this time, the solemn and precious appearance of the Great Light Dharma King actually had cracks, and some places were roasted by the red fire, and it was already a piece of residual red. Even the pagoda in his hand had broken parts.

The little snakes attacked by hitting their bodies. Zhang was worried that they would get hurt, and he also wanted to hear what the old monk had to say, so he shouted, "Come back." Although the little snakes and pigs had no contracts, they listened to his orders and turned back to lie dormant, glaring at the old monk.

The old monk fell to the ground, looking a little embarrassed, and shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "You are so good, benefactor."

Zhang Tianfang waited until the old monk landed, and rushed forward with the ghost knife. He wanted to avenge the ghost king. The sky Buddhist easily dodged, raised his hand and pointed at the pagoda in the hands of the Light Dharma King. The pagoda was inspired by the magic, and the bottom of the pagoda shone brightly, spewing out a cloud of white mist. When the light faded, nine huge black ghost heads could be vaguely seen in the white mist. The old monk said calmly, "If you take another step forward, I will kill them."

Zhang Tianfang saw that the Ghost King was still there, so he put away his knife and glared at the Sky Buddhist and shouted, "Let them go!"

The Sky Buddhist had practiced for nearly a thousand years and had solved countless problems, but none of them was as difficult as the one in front of him. He couldn't kill people, nor could he kill ghosts. He refused to kill the Buddha if he took him away, but it was against the Buddha's command not to kill him if he didn't take him away. He unconsciously touched his bald head, took out the cushion and sat down, saying, "Sit down, everyone, sit down, let's discuss it."

"Talk about it! If you don't let them go, I will kill all the monks in the world." Zhang Tianfang didn't listen to him at all.

The Sky Buddhist said bluntly, "With your current cultivation, you can't kill most monks." This sentence provoked Zhang Tianfang to rush forward with his knife, but was grabbed by Zhang Pa: "Listen to what he says." He winked at Fang Jian, and Fang Jian hurriedly went up and held Zhang Tianfang firmly.

The Buddhist monk in the sky sat cross-legged in deep thought, and spoke after a while: "The young donor is as quiet as a virgin and as agile as a rabbit. He speaks gently and behaves politely, but when he wants to kill, he is like the reincarnation of the killing god. It's a bit scary."

"Master, what are you talking about? You are praising me." Zhang Pa pondered for a long time, but couldn't guess how the old monk wanted to solve this matter.

"Monks don't lie. At least you know more than him. It would be great if you were a Buddha." The old monk was very troubled by the impulsive, extreme and stubborn Zhang Tianfang.

"Do you think I care about this broken identity? I won't be a monk even if you kill me!" Zhang Tianfang was furious.

The Buddhist monk in the sky pretended not to hear him and said to Zhang Pa: "There is only one Buddha Sha in each generation of ten thousand years of Zen practice. The Buddha Sha mark is two golden swastikas in opposite directions on the palm. Buddha Sha was born because of Buddha and for Buddha. He is the first Buddha cultivator after Buddha. After practicing Buddha skills, few people in the world can rival him. His responsibility is to eliminate demons and monsters and save the people of the world from suffering, but, but..." The old monk looked at Zhang Tianfang and frowned, feeling very embarrassed.

Zhang Tianfang did not like the monk at all and shouted: "I don't care about your shitty Buddha and people, let him go!"

The vulgar words made the old monk angry. He was about to refute and educate him, but suddenly he smiled and said something he could not imagine: "My Buddha is joking with me." Buddha Sha was personally selected by the Buddha, and there was a destiny for what kind of person he would choose.

Zhang Pa was surprised to hear this, and thought to himself: "The old monk must have been mad."

The Buddhist in the sky was somewhat helpless: "I want to take him away, but he won't go with me; I want to exorcise the demon, and he threatens me to kill all the monks in the world; if I don't take him away, it's hard to explain to me, the Buddha; if I don't exorcise the demon, it's hard to explain to myself; little donor, tell me what to do?"

Zhang Pa thought: "How should I know?" But he replied seriously: "Master, you are so good at tongue twisters."

The Buddhist in the sky was stagnant when he heard this, and smiled bitterly: "Are you kidding me too?"

Zhang Pa hurriedly said respectfully: "I dare not, I dare not."

The Buddhist in the sky did not want to pursue this issue, and looked at Zhang Tianfang and said: "He has repeatedly tried to kill me, but I can't kill him; if I take him away by force, who knows what he will do; the old monk is dull, please enlighten me."

"If I don't take him away, it will be over if you treat him as if he has never been here?" Zhang Pa blurted out.

"If Buddhasha doesn't belong to Buddhism, how can he be Buddhasha? How can he be Buddhasha if his own cultivation is not strong enough? How can he be Buddhasha if he doesn't have thousands of Buddhist scriptures? In any case, we should take him back to the temple to see and learn something."

Zhang Pa thought about it and replied: "That's right, the problem is that Tianfang doesn't admit that he is Buddhasha."

"You are a man, you don't need to admit it to be a man; he is Buddhasha, it is determined by heaven, and he doesn't need others to admit it either." After all, he is a monk, and it always makes sense to be witty and say something wrong.

Zhang Tianfang roared: "It's just two hands, I'll give it back to you! Fang Jian, help me cut it with a knife." This guy is crazy.

Fang Jian held him down desperately, and his forehead was sweating with fatigue. He was wondering in his heart: "He is at the top stage of foundation building, and I am at the middle stage of elixir formation. Why is it so difficult to control him? The name of genius is really in vain."

The old monk smiled slightly and said steadily: "You still don't understand how powerful Buddha Sha is. When you cultivate Buddha power, you can break bones and regenerate rotten flesh. Unless you cut off your head, dig out your heart, grind your bones and scatter your ashes, you can't be killed."

After listening, Zhang Tianfang thought for a while and asked: "You mean unless I take away my head or heart and destroy it, I won't die? The identity of Buddha Sha will always follow me?"

The sky Buddhist nodded and said: "That's right."

Zhang Tianfang was furious and mad again. He jumped up and cursed: "Unlucky old monk, could you tell me earlier? Doesn't it hurt to cut off your palm and hand? You torment me twice? Fang Jian, let go, I want to kill him."

Fang Jian was in great pain. He tried his best to control the madman. He was too tired to speak. On the other hand, the madman still had the strength to jump and roar. He simply let go and sat down to rest: "I'm exhausted, you go and kill."

Zhang Tianfang was stunned: "You won't stop me?" "Only an idiot will stop you." Fang Jian sat on the ground and gasped.

Zhang Tianfang picked up the ghost knife, looked at the ghost head in the white mist in the sky, and said to the old monk: "Let me make it clear first, I will kill you, but you cannot take down the Ghost King."

Song Yunyi and Cheng Xier all care about Zhang Pa. At this time, Fang Jian's monsters are not there, so they rushed out of the snow house to see, and saw that none of the four people were injured, and they breathed a sigh of relief. Cheng Xier is smart and knows that Zhang Pa must be a master who can't be killed by the three of them. It is better to make friends with him, so he made a cup of tea and handed it to the old monk: "Master, please have tea."

The master glanced at Cheng Xier, took the teacup and praised: "What a delicate girl." He saw through Cheng Xier's thoughts at a glance.

Zhang Tianfang was unhappy when he heard this, and roared: "Linglong is a fart, you betrayed the country and didn't give me tea."

Fang Jian was confused, why is this guy so energetic, and asked: "Aren't you tired?"