Ji Xiang looked at the old abbot and listened to him in an unbelievable tone. He said the name of this Buddha handle and responded with a little ponder. "It’s worthy that a monk and a great virtue can recognize the origin of this Buddha handle. It seems that you have seen it."
"Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill people. I’m here to lend you incense."
After all, Ji Xiang doesn’t think she is killing people indiscriminately. She just borrowed something this time, so how can she punch and kick her master’s family?
The old abbot wiped his face, his blood staggered and he got up from the ground, and his bones were all broken, but it didn’t matter to him. After all, he was a man of practice and not a layman. He broke more than a dozen bones, even if it was dirty and fried, he needed mana to restore it. What’s worse, Yuan Shen, even if his body was turned to dust and Yuan Shen didn’t come loose, that would mean nothing.
However, his heart became more and more frightened because the other person was a Buddhist instrument and he was practicing Buddhism. Fahuazong was not a third-rate Buddhist, but a middle-earth Fahuazong was a Tiantai Sect, a giant Buddha Sect, and the word Fahua was called Japan. This title came from middle-earth in the early Sui Dynasty.
"Buddha doesn’t hurt my life, but it will maim my body with a blow. I’m so easily mutilated. What is the origin of this person …"
"Murphy is …"
The old abbot’s heart was gradually filled with great fear. He had vaguely guessed the origin of the other party, and his face was pale. Three points, Amitabha’s name was announced. Although Japanese sounds strange …
He revealed the identity of Ji Xiang. "The pavilion should be that Lord Bai is looking for monty!"
The old abbot knew that he was no match for the magic in front of him, and at the same time he secretly complained that the devil who came here was Nobunaga Oda, who finally implicated the temple in the war. This time it was even worse than the last one, and it was true that Monty came across the sea!
Maybe the word temple has any attraction for the devil! It’s the solemn pure land of Buddhism. How can it become this ghost?
"My temple incense is not prosperous, and you can’t find it again!"
The old abbot looked at Ji Xiang and touched those Buddha statues. In his heart, he cursed and blasphemed. Isn’t it a slap in the face of Buddhism to touch the Buddha statues? But now I have compared the strength gap between the two sides. The old abbot chose to swallow this tone!
This is my Buddha’s mercy. I don’t care about these golden statues, but they are just clay tires and iron molds. I can’t touch them.
"Do you know that this is Neng Temple? On the sixth day of that year, Nobunaga, the demon king, died here. After the incident, this temple was sealed by today’s white adults and allowed me to operate as a Buddhist. It is the national incense that ordinary people can never enter this temple, so there is no incense in this temple."
"But even outside the temple incense is not a lot …"
Ji Xiang turned to look at him, and the two men looked at each other, and then turned away to continue to touch the statues and speak at the same time.
"The incense is not prosperous? That’s not necessarily. I think the incense here is very strong. "
From the time they entered Neng Temple, the two statues of Renwang were extraordinary, and when they came in, they felt that apart from the strong Buddhist nature, they were hiding in the temple with rich incense.
There are really not many fragrant people.
But as the old abbot said, this is Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s closed territory, and Ji Xiang has realized that these Buddha statues are just a cover-up. If they are really sacrificed by the state, seal the depths of these Buddha statues!
"here!"
When she touched a Buddha statue, she felt a burst of resentment, but the golden body and iron plastic outside transformed all this resentment from here to the national luck.
"This is also a ghost writing that this statue is …"
Ji Xiang raised her hand and took a sword. A lot of swords flashed, but instead of splitting, she smashed one at the Buddha statue!
Bang, the Buddha burst, splashed into the temple, and the blood rotted like a fountain, followed by the broken limbs falling out of it. Although it was rotten, it seemed to be alive. The arms moved, and the bones and muscles wriggled like insects.
The old abbot was startled, and the rotting flesh suddenly regrouped and expanded!
Eventually, it filled the whole temple hall, and the pure land of the Buddhist temple formed a rotten and rotten meat mountain, among which there were some charred armor fragments
"hungry!"
The rotten meat mountain in the armor of the charred warrior makes a loud and muddy sound of longing for flesh and blood to express its hunger!
"Hungry ghost! It’s a hungry ghost! "