Chapter 1142

Sitting on the ground, he untied the Buddha beads between his wrists, took another string of Buddha beads from his pocket and put them on his hand.

He took off his plain robe again.

He couldn't see the fashion. When he took it off, he found that the inside of this humble monk's robe was full of scriptures.

"I really owe you!"

A madman!

He suddenly raised his hand, and the monk's robe turned upside down in the air and was covered by him.

He sat cross legged on the ground, performed the Buddha ceremony with one hand, and the Buddha beads rolled in his right hand, "my Buddha is merciful and calls all living beings."

"All the hardships in the world are clouds and smoke."

Clean thin lips move back and forth, recite words, and begin to read scriptures.

He didn't have any superfluous actions. He sat on the ground. There was no superfluous color on his handsome face. It was all compassionate.

The faint Buddha light scattered around him and covered the whole array together with the young man who was running calligraphy.

"Boom!"

A sound of thunder suddenly exploded in his ear. Clean dust suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a thunder coming in along the window, wrapped in the wind and thunder, pounding down!

The dust-free surface shows a solemn and cold color. When the right hand is raised, the Buddha beads show a very bright brilliance and are protected in a semicircle in front of the dust-free body.

The white hands of the young monk were hung with Buddha beads, and the round Buddha beads were rolling around for a time.

The shining thunder light smashed into the aura mask, but in a moment, the shield formed by aura was shaky, the thunder light exploded, and the mask was broken.

A gust of wind rose.

The storm poured in.

The glass in their room was smashed, and the strong wind hit the room with the rainstorm. The lamp crackled, struggled and exploded, and the flying debris fell to the ground.

Some are accompanied by cups on the table and murals on the wall. In the twinkling of an eye, the room is in a mess.

Dust-free slightly sideways, the fine porcelain pieces across his right cheek, leaving a thin blood mark, from which blood beads exuded.

The dark night made the eyes of the young monk cold.

He raised his hand, wiped the blood from his right cheek and sat back coldly.

At this moment, Yan Tao's words are half written on the rune paper.

The young man's thin lips were as red as blood, and her eyes were so light that there was almost no color. There was a storm around her. Her face was cold, and her black hair was blown disorderly. Her left hand pressed the rune paper, and her right hand struggled to write.

When the second thunder fell, dustless and expressionless stood up and took a step forward. The Scriptures recited in his mouth were never broken, and layers of Buddha light circles scattered from his body, illuminating most of the dark and silent room.

This thunder is even more powerful than just now.

Dustless looked at the top of the thunder light from a distance. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, and bursts of numbness and weakness came from his right hand.

He practiced merit and virtue Buddha, saved people's suffering and endured 3000 hardships.

Different from Shura Buddha.

Shura Buddha pays attention to cutting the fruit of evil, and his kung fu is much better than him.

He practiced Buddhism and Taoism. Facing the disaster at the moment, he could do very little.

At the moment, it's just biting your teeth.

"Boom!"

Under the thunder light, Wuchen untied his monk's robe and threw it out with the Buddha beads. He folded his hands and recited the Scriptures.

The Buddha beads were broken into fine powder, and the monk's robe was burned to ashes.

It's just that this thunder has gone too far.

The dust-free flesh covered his heart in pain. He almost didn't come up at one breath. He fainted: my magic weapon!