Martial Monk Commander's face is trembling.
The fluttering Human Skin is still attached to his face, with a kind of warmth and smoothness that has not dissipated. It is the uncle Hui Ke that he respects the most.
The Outer Gate Guest Official of Great Thunderclap Temple has always been known for its compassion, but now there is only one Painted Skin left, which was thrown away by this stranger like a rag.
The air around me seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that it was suffocating.
Those Monk Soldierss holding Vajra Pestle looked at each other in shock, and there was a crack in the enthusiasm in their eyes, but it did not collapse.
In front of this behemoth Great Thunderclap Temple, even the death of an uncle is not enough to make these brainwashed believers put down their butcher's knives.
"Deceitful words!"
Martial Monk Commander suddenly pulled off the piece of Human Skin, and the palm of his hand Buddha Light was so strong that it shook the piece of skin into powder.
His eyes were Crimson, and the shadow of an angry-eyed Vajra vaguely appeared behind him. The energy and blood in his body burned like an oven, causing the surrounding gravel to explode.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to commit murder in front of Great Thunderclap Temple Mountain Gate, you are your enemy, Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom! If you marry Immovable Wisdom King Formation, you will be killed on the spot!"
Boom!
Hundreds of Monk Soldiers roared in unison, and the Vajra Pestle in their hands paused heavily.
A golden light curtain rose into the sky, locking Fang Mo and his party in the center.
This Formation is connected to the entire Great Thunderclap Temple's earth veins, and thanks to the power of that Ten Thousand Zhang Golden Buddha, a strong Divine Treasure Realm person will be crushed into a pulp if it falls into it.
Qian Dagui was so frightened that he shrank back into the car, with only his two eyes exposed outside the window.
Iron Bull took a step forward, holding Iron Rod in front of him, and let out a thunderous roar, which was the excitement when meeting a strong enemy.
Fang Mo waved his hand, signaling Iron Bull to step back.
He stood in the center of Formation, surrounded by golden light like knives, which made his clothes make a hunting sound.
He raised his head and glanced at the phantoms of gods and Buddhas that filled the sky, and then at the murderous Dutong in front of him.
"It seems that the skin is not heavy enough."
Fang Mo sighed, feeling helpless when the debtor not only refused to pay back the money, but also wanted to beat him with a stick.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Consciousness sinks into the deepest part of the body.
Heart Fire is burning, Lung Metal is humming, Kidney Water is flowing, and Stomach Sac is grinding. And underneath all of this, at his Liver position, there is an extremely weak but pure blue-gray mist that has been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years, quietly entrenched there.
It was a breath of [Sorrowful Mist Locking Liver God King] that seeped out from the Great Thunderclap Temple underground.
Fang Mo gently plucked the string.
"Cry."
He opened his eyes, and there was no murderous intention in his deep eyes, only endless sadness.
That sadness does not come from Fang Mo, but from this world, from the God King who was suppressed under Golden Buddha's butt and suffered all the humiliation.
Huh--
A gust of wind blew by.
The wind is neither cold nor hot, it just carries a sourness that makes the heart twitch.
The golden light curtain was still strong, and Vajra Pestle was still heavy, but Martial Monk Commander, who was about to punch Fang Mo to death, froze in his movements.
A drop of turbid liquid fell on the back of his hand.
Is it raining?
Du Tong raised his head blankly. There was no cloud in the sky, and the sky at Western Desert was dazzlingly blue.
Then, the second drop, the third drop.
He was horrified to find that those were his own tears.
An indescribable sadness, like a black tide, instantly submerged his rock-solid heart towards the Buddha. He remembered the cry of his mother Despair when he was sent to the mountain when he was seven years old, the hot blood splashed on his face when he wielded Precept Blade to kill the heretic for the first time, and the loneliness that penetrated into his bones while chanting sutras late at night.
"Why... am I so sad..."
Dutong's voice was trembling, and the Qi and Blood Power that was originally condensed in his fists collapsed on its own at this moment.
It's not just him.
Each and every one of the hundreds of Monk Soldiers who formed the formation seemed to have had their backbones ripped out.
Someone dropped Vajra Pestle, knelt on the ground and cried loudly;
Someone is holding his head and whimpering like a beast Despair;
Some people even pulled out Precept Blade directly, wanting to wipe their own necks in their endless self-disgust.
The originally indestructible Immovable Wisdom King Formation became as fragile as a joke in the face of this inexplicable sadness.
Fang Mo put his hands on his back and stepped on the weapons on the ground with his bare feet.
With every step he took, the aura of sadness became stronger.
Jie Se Monk followed him, his face was pale, his teeth were gritted, and the string of Prayer Beads in his hand was pinched so much that it made a squeaking sound.
He is cultivating Joyful Zen, and he is most averse to this kind of sadness that destroys the human mind. If Fang Mo had not intentionally protected him, he would probably be kneeling on the ground crying for his father and mother at this moment.
"Is this the power of God King?" Li Mingyue's finger joints holding the knife turned white. She looked at Elite Monk Soldiers who were kneeling and crying, and her understanding of the word power collapsed again.
Conquer the enemy's army without fighting.
You don't even need to take action, as long as the opponent's emotions collapse, no matter how strong Martial Dao Will is in this world, it is just a fortress on the beach.
Fang Mo walked up to the Dutong who had collapsed on the ground crying.
This master of the Organ Refining Realm, who was so arrogant just now, is now like an abandoned child, his face covered with snot and tears, and he is mumbling something like "I am guilty and I don't want to live anymore."
"If you feel bitter, then open the door."
Fang Mo's voice was very soft, but it penetrated the fog of sadness and penetrated directly into Du Tong's mind.
Dutong stood up tremblingly, as if he had received some kind of salvation Divine Edict. He stumbled to the huge Vermilion Mountain Gate, and used all his strength to push the Copper Gate, which weighed 10,000 kilograms.
Rolling--
A dull grinding sound echoed throughout the valley.
Great Thunderclap Temple The door Main Gate that had been closed for ten years slowly opened to this group of creditors from the East at this moment.
Behind the door is not the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
It is a Golden Avenue covered with flowers and Sins.
Countless eminent monks wearing Brocade Kasaya were lined up on both sides, with stiff and perfect smiles on their faces, turning a blind eye to the group of crying disciples outside Mountain Gate.
At the end of the road, in front of a magnificent hall, stood a fat old monk with earlobes hanging almost to his shoulders. He was covered in jewels, and each Prayer Beads was polished from the finest Sarira.
"Amitabha."
The old monk's voice was loud and full of energy, and was not affected by Fang Mo's sadness at all.
"A distinguished guest has arrived, and I have come to welcome you from afar. The poor monk is Great Thunderclap Temple Abbot, with the Buddhist name Guangzhi. Lord Fang. Please come into the hall and say something."
Fang Mo stopped and looked up at the top of the old monk's head.
In [Netherworld Ghost Eye]'s field of vision, there is no Buddha Light behind the old Monk's head, but circles of black, leech-like Karma Threads, which are connected to the huge Golden Buddha behind it.
"Guangzhi?"
Fang Mo smiled, and there was a bit of pickiness about the ingredients in that smile.
"She looks quite fat, but I don't know how much of this body of flesh I grew on my own."