Chapter 2352 (2/2)

With a murmur, Nangong Miaomiao stamped her foot in discontent.

However, ye Qingxuan on the other side saw the deep meaning of Ye Qian's move and couldn't help laughing: ”it's better to kill people than to kill people. Ha ha, it seems that ups and downs intend to have a psychological war with this monk and a Taoist priest. It's also a good way. After all, it's not easy for them to practice for many years. It's a pity to kill them like this. ”

It has to be said that ye Qingxuan is quite familiar with Ye Qian. It's better to kill people with this sentence. It's better to explain Ye Qian's mind thoroughly.

When all the three techniques of Buddhism, Taoism and demons were used in the sky, ye Qian's laughter rang out again outside the hall of DIANCANG: ”monk Jiekong, Taoist Taixu, what do you think of my method? Is it Buddha, Tao or devil? ”

”This...”

For ye Qian's sudden question, the monk and Taixu couldn't answer it for a while. They could only stand on the spot with their faces tangled.

”Let me tell you that there is no difference between Buddha and devil, and there is no difference between good and evil. Born to be a human being, a thought of Buddha is a Buddha, and a thought of a devil is a devil. There are Buddhas in the heart of demons, and demons are hidden in the hearts of Buddhas. What's the difference? But it's all about the difference between people. ”

Ye Qian said this, but his body shape had already come to the great monk and the master of Taixu.

In the face of these two leaders of the Orthodox Church in Southwest China, ye Qian is not afraid at the moment. He just lightly points his finger, and the two rays of light penetrate into their spirits.

In an instant, both the monk and the master of Taixu fell into an unknown fantasy.

And in this illusion, the great monk Jiekong and Taixu Zhangjiao saw many things they had never seen or heard of.

There is a sea of blood, there is not like the world of sanxingxieyue cave, there are nine days above the Zixiao palace.

All of them are as if they were separated from each other, but they make people immerse themselves in the scene and see the fire.

I don't know how long after that, the big monk's wrinkled eyes just opened slightly.

Looking at the young man who was revered as the Oriental demon God, monk Jiekong put his hands together again and recited the name of Buddha: ”Amitabha, thank you for enlightening me. If it had not been for the kindness ye had done today, I would have fallen into a world of misery. Now I am a little closer to the other side of the road, and I just understand that the deepest pain in this world is perseverance. ””It's really hard for a monk to have this insight. I don't know where you are going from now on? ” Ye Qian squinted and asked with a smile.

However, the Buddhist monk just said with a smile: ”as the Confucian saying goes, poverty is the only one who can be good for himself, and the one who reaches the goal can benefit the world at the same time. Although I am not an accomplished monk, I am willing to seek a share of happiness for the common people in the world after hundreds of years of learning. This is the only way to live up to what I have learned

Then he saluted Ye Qian again, then went straight to the clouds, and left the point Cang mountains like this.

As for Taixu's leader, he didn't know his mind as well as the Buddhist monk. At the moment, he was still in a dreamland, unable to extricate himself, and his fighting spirit was becoming more and more dignified.

With a glance at the unable to extricate himself from Taixu's teaching, ye Qian couldn't help shaking his head and said, ”everyone has his own reason, each has his own way to go. He can't force him to do so.”

After saying that, ye Qian ignored the pain on his face and could not get out of the dreamland. Instead, he flew back to Li Laojiu, a man with a wooden face.

”Li Hongxiao, I have already told you the truth. It's up to you to decide whether you want to destroy a little Cang or to leave a thought of benevolence. I will not ask you any more. ”

He patted Li Hongxiao on the shoulder, and ye Qian retreated to one side.

But at the moment, Li Hongxiao's mood is very complicated.

Listening to Ye Qian's earnest words, he once again grasped the cold pig killing knife in his hand. A moment later, the middle-aged talent who had gone through the ordeal stepped forward again and made his decision.