When Jun Wuye and Yan Qingcheng arrived at jubaozhai, the whole gate of jubaozhai was surrounded by people.

    There are guards of jubaozhai at the gate, forbidding all guests to enter, and a sign of suspension of business is hung at the door.

    Everyone is talking and guessing what happened in jubaozhai.

    Since the opening of jubaozhai in the capital, I have never heard of such a suspension of business.

    Both eyes looked at the sky above the jubaozhai. There was a golden light rushing up from the interior of the jubaozhai, which reflected the jubaozhai like a golden palace.

    Bursts of wooden fish sound, chanting sound from inside.

    However, after these two voices were transmitted, they did not erase the effect of soul will.

    Obviously, it was deliberately done by the people inside.

    Jun Wuxie''s eyes were cold. The bald donkey gathered all the strength of Du Hua in the courtyard where he lived. He wanted to spend Yue Yao and Su LAN.

    "Stop, business is suspended today. No one is allowed in except the insiders of our jubaozhai!"

    Jun Wuye and Yan Qingcheng were stopped by two guards at the door.

    "I''m your friend in charge. I''m here for her today! You should know her current situation very well. Get out of the way quickly!"

    "Young master, we naturally know you, but this is an internal matter of our jubaozhai. Outsiders can''t interfere. You''d better wait outside." a guard captain came out of our jubaozhai.

    "Internal affairs?" Jun Wuxie''s eyes were very cold and said: "Su LAN, as the manager of the capital of the Zhou Dynasty of jubaozhai, is now trapped in your jubaozhai. What''s the reason? What fault did she make and was treated like this?"

    The captain of the guard said calmly, "it''s not Lao Jun''s bother. We have his own reason for the senior management of jubaozhai."

    When you were angry, gold and blood rushed from your palms and fingers in an instant.

    At this time, a Buddha''s horn came from inside.

    "Amitabha."

    A handsome young monk walked out with his hands folded.

    Every time his footsteps fall, Golden Buddha light blooms.

    After those Buddha lights bloomed at his feet, they flowed back and gathered on his head. In this cycle, they formed an oval golden mask.

    On the mask, Sanskrit shines, moving with the flowing golden light, making him look divine.

    instant.

    In front of the gate of jubaozhai, everyone''s eyes focused on the young monk.

    Monks are rarely seen in places like the capital of Zhou Dynasty.

    It is said that in the eastern wasteland, Buddhism is popular only in the western regions, and those Buddhists all have very powerful skills.

    The western region is far away from the southern region, with thousands of rivers and mountains. How can Buddhists come here?

    Just as the crowd was guessing, the young monk with beautiful faces spoke.

    "Benefactor, you are angry and angry. If it''s because of martial uncle Huiyuan, benefactor may have misunderstood."

    He put his hands together and said to you so calmly, with sincerity and compassion on his face.

    "Misunderstanding?" Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly into the eyes of the young monk and said, "Su LAN and my sister are trapped inside by your martial uncle. Do you think it''s a misunderstanding?"

    "Amitabha, the Buddha was often misunderstood when he wanted to help the world out of suffering." the young monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "martial uncle Huiyuan is an eminent monk with great wisdom. He is doing this to help the two female benefactors get out of the sea of suffering and see the other side."

    "The sea of bitterness and the other shore are what you say?" Jun Wuxie sneered: "they obviously don''t want to, but you forcibly trapped them in that small courtyard and forcibly changed them with Scriptures every day. This is the compassion of your Buddhism?"

    "Amitabha." the young monk announced the Buddha''s name and said calmly, "your younger sister has a wise root and is born with the Buddha. She is destined to be a Buddhist and may prove the fruit position of Bodhisattva in the future. However, your younger sister doesn''t know it yet. Martial uncle Huiyuan has no choice but to do so. Everything is for your younger sister''s future."

    "So, should I thank you?"

    Jun''s innocent eyes became deep, and his anger was already burning.

    What kind of bullshit robber logic is this?

    It seems that the truth of the world is in their mouth, and they have to be what they say. You can do what you want. You don''t need to ask others'' wishes. Even forced repression is a matter of compassion.

    "Amitabha, benefactor, if you can be grateful, you are the best. If all living beings in this world know gratitude, they understand the great compassion of our Buddha..."

    Boom!

    Before the young monk''s words were finished, Jun Wuxie suddenly burst out a terrible cold in his deep eyes.

    His momentum rose in an instant, the gold and blood in his body were boiling, and the soldiers at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty were released. Like a furious archaic beast, he rushed directly at the young monk.

    Suddenly.

    The Dragon whispers and the tiger roars, shaking the jubaozhai.

    The real dragon and tiger pounded forward with his body.

    The Dragon Tiger fist seal blew up the space, and the violent blood gas energy instantly shocked the guard leader and two guards at the door and vomited blood.

    When I heard you.

    His fist print was blasted on the golden mask on the body surface of the young monk, and a harsh metal vibrato sounded, as if it were blasted on steel.

    The young monk''s body protection Buddha light vibrated violently, and his legs slipped backward more than ten meters against the ground.

    "Amitabha!"

    There was a flash of shock in his eyes, but then he became very calm.

    He walked up to you and said, "almsgiver''s anger devours your heart, for fear that you will be possessed by evil. Adhering to the mercy of my Buddha, I am willing to dissolve the anger in your heart and remove the evil spirit for almsgiver."

    He folded his hands and recited the Scriptures. Countless Sanskrit words rushed out of his mouth, condensed one by one, and turned into a demon subduing pestle in the air, flashing a fiery Golden Buddha light, and blasted down at the king.

    You are innocent. With a wave, you can gather the sword spirit of the world of mortals, and cut the demon subduing pestle into two sections with one sword!

    At the same time, he rushed forward and held his hands high. The red dust sword galloped into a huge sword and hummed down.

    The young monk''s face was dignified, his hands were still folded, and the sound of scriptures in his mouth continued. Countless Sanskrit rushed out of his mouth and intertwined in front of him into a Buddhist and Taoist array.

    The array rotates, and the center evolves a huge Zi, surrounded by Sanskrit.

    The whole array turned, like pushing an invisible mountain forward to meet the innocent sword spirit of Jun.

    A loud bang.

    The sword Qi collided with the Sanskrit array.

    The gorgeous golden seed and golden energy afterwave impact in all directions like waves.

    Click!

    The array was full of cracks. It only lasted for a moment and then fell apart.

    The sword Qi cuts forward and kills the young monk''s protective Buddha light.

    The light of the protective Buddha broke like a hard hit glass cover.

    The young monk flew backwards on the spot, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

    You are innocent, and your body is like a strong wind.

    When the young monk was still in shape, he locked his shoulder blade and threw him out of the Jubao Zhai directly.

    He followed him like a shadow. The body of the young monk who was thrown away was almost close to his body. Before he landed, he raised his palm, and the golden and bloody palm fingers were blown on him.

    Boom.

    The young monk''s body was blown to death and hit the ground heavily, which made the earth outside jubaozhai tremble several times.

    The ground sank, half of the monk''s body fell into the ground, and bright red blood flowed out of his cracked body.

    Everyone was shocked.

    After a short time of absence, the king was more terrible than ever.

    When you raise your hands and feet, you will fall like a mountain. Between your fists and palms, your strength will be coagulated and thick, domineering and fierce!

    "Benefactor, how can you disrespect Buddha?"

    The young monk was bleeding in his mouth. He saw Jun''s innocent golden fist smashed down, and his pupils contracted violently.

    "Buddha? You deserve to call yourself Buddha?" Jun''s innocent fist smashed on the young monk, directly penetrating his protective Buddha light, causing his chest to collapse and his blood to gush wildly.

    "The Buddha does have great wisdom and compassion, but you believers have entered the devil''s way!" Jun Wuye pinched the monk''s neck, lifted him up, knelt on the ground, pulled a big mouth up, and said, "I see that your blood is blocked in your body. Over time, I''m afraid you will lose your life. Only by whipping your body can you dredge your blood and save your life!"

    His voice fell and slapped the young monk in the face.

    The young monk''s beautiful facial features were immediately twisted and ferocious. His face was full of flowers and blood, and his back teeth were blown out.