Chapter 727： fight (2/2)

”If you don't have a flashlight, I can borrow you.” President Baker said, he glanced at the grasshopper sword with the Buddha's head on his back. It was wrapped in a black sword sleeve and converged.

”Carrying the lantern is more in line with my temperament.” The head of the Buddha rejected his kindness.

Is this ..... in style?

Although the chairman from Michigan was proficient in Chinese, he didn't pretend to have two words in the thesaurus.

The two met for a while, and Richardson suddenly asked, ”Buddha head, if you shot with all your strength then, who loses and who wins?”

He saw the Buddha's head with a smile on his face, and was about to speak. He quickly added, ”The monk does not slang.”

The Buddha's head thought for a while, ”What happened in the past is eleven years ago. What is the point of repeating the old tone? We should look at the present and look to the future.”

Baker Richardson frowned, showing unwillingness. The Buddha's head didn't answer directly, but he already told him the answer.

”What now?” Richardson asked again.

He had just mastered Jidao from the past, but now ten years have passed, no matter whether it is Qi or abilities, and the increase in Jidao from the same world, it is not the same. On the other hand, the head of the Buddha is over ninety years old, and it is inevitable that blood and blood will decline.

The head of the Buddha was silent and never answered.

Oh, what do I do with an elderly old man, although it is the same realm, but not the same generation. Among my contemporaries, I am well deserved.

The mountain is steep, and the night wind brings the breath of mist and haze in the mountains. The two walked for more than half an hour and finally reached the gate of Shingon Sect. The street lights on the sides of the steps were sprinkled with orange lights. .

Quietly around, there were no janitor monks, and no monks on patrol.

Walking across the pharmacist's hall and continuing up the steps, Baker Richardson looked around and frowned, ”Isn't it, such a large temple, not even a single person?”

He swayed mentally, while smelling the scent in the air, he neither caught the living nor smelled bloody.

The Buddha's head sighed: ”No one is here, people are naturally at the top of the mountain. They are waiting for us.”

”Discovered?” Baker Richardson frowned.

”The only forces out of Buddhism are Shingon Sect and Lushan Temple. It is normal to have corresponding precautions.” The head of the Buddha glanced at him side by side: ”You contact the person in Baoze and ask if Shinzun retreated in advance. . ”

”No need to ask, just go to the top of the mountain to see what happened.” Beck Richardson felt that the Buddha's head was treating him as a younger brother, with a cold face, and buried himself in the mountain.

After a while, the Noble Heroes Palace appeared in the field of vision, and they boarded a large platform outside the hall. A huge incense burner was placed in the center of the platform, facing the open hall door.

Looking through the temple door, a tall figure stood with his hands on his back, facing away from the temple door, facing the Buddha.

It seemed to be aware of the approach of the two extreme masters. It turned around, and the red pupils flashed quickly: ”Buddha head, wait for you for a long time.”

”Amitabha, the poor monk has been looking for you for a long time.” The head of the Buddha whispered the Buddhist chant, and threw the paper lantern into the incense burner.

The bright and bright fire light lit up, and the face of the Buddha's head was tinged with red.

”Release the grasshopper sword and return to your Lianghua Temple, and you will still be dead. Otherwise, kill you today and destroy Lianghua Temple tomorrow.” The voice of the young teacher who could not distinguish between men and women circulated in the darkness, listening It's weird and scary.

”Before the donor dragged my Buddha door into the water, have you ever thought of giving face to a poor monk?” The head of the Buddha skipped the young master and fell on the tall and compassionate statue of the Buddha wrapped in gold. The poor monk comes. Don't destroy the cleanliness of the Buddhist gate. ”

Then he turned to leave.

The young teacher sneered, raised his right arm, and suddenly made a fist.

boom!

The head of the Buddha's head exploded ~ ~ The body was covered with cracks, the cracks swam quickly, and the nearly ten-meter-high Buddha image collapsed.

The young teacher laughed and said, ”The Buddha's gate is pure, so it's not.”

Buddha head paused.

”Amitabha.”

In the deep sound of the Buddha's trumpet, the Buddha's head turned sharply, cheering and clapping.

The golden light between the heavens and the earth suddenly lighted up, and the golden palm was pushed out. At the beginning, it was the size of a normal palm, and every time it was pushed out, it was tall. When approaching the Noble Heroes' Hall, the Buddha's palm was a dozen feet tall.

The Daxiong Hall was shattered in paper, the palm of the hand exploded, and turned into a pure air machine that swept the Quartet. The ground was torn, the wind was blowing at the top of the mountain, the woods were shaking, and a scream of ”whooting”.

This ... Baker Richardson was taken aback. Is the head of the Buddha stunned by anger, or is it so bold that it is not afraid to splurge?

Is the fight like this?

(End of this chapter)