Chapter 838： Never talk nonsense with the dead

Chapter 838 Never Talk Nonsense With The Dead

Avalokitesvara suddenly flew away, and for a short while, he could see Fuxian who was still in the Yang Mansion, his entire face showed a very confused expression.

He couldn't figure out how, things continued to develop on the bright side, why, that stinky lady Guanyin escaped?

This is very unreasonable. Jin Chanzi won't die. Could there be anything more serious than not catching Jin Chanzi?

Fu Xian frowned as he watched Kuan Yin, who had disappeared in the direction of Kuan Yin, who was leaving quickly.

At the moment, he also snorted coldly on the spot, then walked towards the unresistible Jin Chanzi, raised the other side and said to himself with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A great contribution was made in vain. If this golden cicada is dedicated to the'Buddha', from now on, the Bodhisattva will be in the western sky, wouldn't it be possible to put it on top of Guanyin?"

Thinking about the benefits in the future, the smile on Fu Xian's face became more and more weird.

But just before he was happy for a long time, he was held in his hand, like a golden cicada of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but suddenly let out a cheerful laugh.

Hearing this, the thoughtful Fu Xian suddenly wrinkled and sneered without looking at Jin Chanzi in his hand.

"Are you crazy? Is this?

Haha, in the end, you Jin Chanzi still reluctant to die, you really look down upon him.

At the time when you were the disciple of the Tathagata, this Bodhisattva was very upset at your arrogant and arrogant attitude than Guanyin, my good Buddha. "

Pu Xian sneered and said, and then stretched out his hand and waved, Jin Chanzi's limbs were all twisted and twisted by a powerful force, and the sound of bone cracking made him enjoy Fu Xian's face. .

It seems as if the Bodhisattva has been pretending to be such a hypocritical charity all day long, which is very depressing.

Now that    is released, Samantabhadra’s character has become more primitive and cruel.

The people in Buddhism were originally monks who practiced in the Three Realms.

But since entering Buddhism, you must pay attention to the compassion, the perfection and the beauty, so as to get a good impression in the whole three realms, and to enjoy the worship of all living beings.

And because of this, their Buddhism can share the power of faith in the heaven and earth under the strong believers of the heaven and the gods, so as to speed up the cultivation and improve their strength.

Pretended for too long and too long, so that if the current Samantabhadra hadn't been sent to Guanjiangkou, he would almost think that he was the good and beautiful Bodhisattva who took compassion as his heart and saved all sentient beings.

He smiled and shook his head. Fu Xian instantly felt that his current emotional state was not too cool. If he had a choice, he would prefer the life of a monster that could kill at will, but unfortunately, he was the Sanman praised by the mortal world. Dobathara Puxian, the world only knows the good and beautiful side of him as a bodhisattva, hahahaha.

While Fuxian was holding Jin Chanzi and slowly flying towards the west to laugh wantonly, a faint, abrupt sound instantly spread into his ears.

"You have a terrible smile, Samantabhadra.

But okay, you are going to die! "

As soon as this remark came out, Fu Xian instantly turned his eyes to Jin Chanzi with twisted limbs, and immediately said with joy.

"Golden Cicada Buddha, don't think of angering the Bodhisattva anymore.

Don’t worry, I will never get angry and kill you.

Your life is not something that the Bodhisattva can obliterate, you will only belong to the Buddha of the West Heaven.

As for who you are, it depends on your good fortune, Buddha. "

Fu Xian laughed, he laughed happily.

Kuanyin left, the credit for the door-to-door was done, even if Fuxian didn't want to smile happily, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

"LOL, really?"

However, Fuxian’s words and Jin Chanzi, whose limbs were distorted, had a calm and terrifying expression on his face.

There was no trace of fear, and even the corners of Jin Chanzi’s pale face and mouth were slightly raised.

Seeing this scene, Fu Xian just calmed down his abusive and violent thoughts, and instantly it was like being fueled by a fire, and it burned violently.

Afterwards, Fu Xian looked at Jin Chanzi, and did not plan to meet the western sky immediately. He wanted to, torturing the Buddha in his hand, let him also experience what it is like to have eighteen layers of hell.

Thinking about it, Fu Xian immediately clenched his fist, aimed at Jin Chanzi’s crotch, and wanted to smash it.

Regardless of whether she can touch women, as long as he is a man, he can't bear the great pain of losing a baby.

As soon as he thought of the tragic scene of Jin Chanzi dying of his baby, Fu Xian couldn't help but laughed, and then many torture plans came up in his heart one after another, such as oil hobbing, knives and the like.

"Puff!"

Just as Samantabhadra was thinking about it, and the corners of his mouth smiled constantly, a blood-colored wall suddenly occupied his eye.

The blood flowed into the eye sockets, warm and warm, but after the eyes felt the heat, a sharp pain of cutting the meridian and breaking the pulse, but in an instant crazily occupied the nervous system of Fuxian.

When it reacted, a broken arm, no, to be precise, a hand with a broken arm belonging to his Samantabhadra quietly soared off his eyes and fell towards the ground.

Seeing this scene, Samantabhadra screamed at the same place in the air, and immediately ignoring the loss of his broken arm, he stared at the boundary of the Guanjiangkou area and looked in all directions.

He thought that Yang Jian, the **** of Erlang, had returned and broke his arm while he was not paying attention.

But while it was patrolling, a demon monkey with light golden hair, wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, a golden chain mail armor, and a lotus root, Mo Ming appeared in front of Fu Xian. .

There was no trace to be found. Even Puxian, who was the Da Luo Jinxian, had not noticed any slight aura approaching him just now, which really surprised him.

But shocked and shocked, but Fu Xian is not an ordinary person, but a strong man of the late Da Luo Jinxian.

Looking at the extraordinary-dressed and majestic demon monkey, he frowned and said angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you start with this Bodhisattva?

You know, UU reading I am one of the four great bodhisattvas in the West Tianling Mountain. Even an ordinary Buddha does not have the status of a bodhisattva.

Monkey monkey, do you dare to touch me, do you know the consequences of death? "

Pu Xian did not know how to do it, he was not stupid, he could approach him quietly, and naturally his cultivation base would not be much weaker.

At this moment, he also revealed his identity there, knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, hoping to let the demon monkey retreat.

But when the nonsense was running around, the gleaming Monkey King looked down at the ground of the blood sea in the Yang Mansion and the dying Golden Cicada, and Monkey King couldn’t help but wrinkle his eyebrows and whisper.

"My grandson, never talk nonsense with the dead!"

After all, a long stick covered with black magical energy instantly pierced through the sky and roared, and Setsuna directly penetrated the once-inexhaustible Fuxian's chest.

Until the long stick was completely submerged in that chest, Samantabhadra, who was also Da Luo Jinxian, didn't even have a little room to resist. His eyes widened, looking at Monkey King in disbelief, and then between his mouth and nose. , Bursting blood flowed out one after another, and the endless Buddha light also leaked out from various parts of Fu Xian’s body, from the inside madly.

(End of this chapter)