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Nine hundred and fortieth chapters put down the butcher knife

Zhou Xuan's figure was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye appeared in front of Jiumozhi. He raised his hand to grab Jiumozhi's shoulder, and the word "suck" in the sky and the earth exploded with all his strength. In just one breath, Jiumozhi was sucked away three success powers.

Jiumozhi only felt the internal force in his body rushing out, and a shocked expression appeared on his face. But because Zhou Xuan's skills were far superior to his, he could do nothing.

After a few breaths, all the skills of Jiumozhi for decades were sucked away.

Zhou Xuan let go of Jiumozhi and showed a happy smile on his face.

Now his skills have exceeded steadily for a hundred years, and no one in this world can surpass him in terms of skills.

Zhou Xuan said with a smile to Jiumozhi.

"Ming Wang mistakenly learned the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. It was dangerous and could be in danger of becoming possessed by the demon at any time. If I hadn't sucked your internal energy, you would have died in chaos and madness in the future. Although you lost your martial arts skills and your life is still there, you must thank me for your life-saving grace."

Jiumozhi looked pale and panted and shouted at Zhou Xuan.

"you!"

He was a martial arts, Buddhism, wisdom, and talent, and all of them were powerful in the Western Regions. At that time, he was defeated by Zhou Xuan. Now he was ridiculed by Zhou Xuan and felt even more resentful. Thinking that he was not clear about the offense of the Tianlong Temple in Dali this time, he met a master like Zhou Xuan, and he was afraid he would be desperate to return to Tubo.

Who can die without death? However, it is really unwilling to die so frustratedly at Zhou Xuan's hands.

Buddhism regards this body as if it is like a stinky skin, its color is impermanent, impermanence is suffering, and this body is not me, so it must be disgusted with. When Jiumozhi comes to the altar to preach, it is naturally wonderful and wise. It is said that it is true, and all listeners are happy and praise.

But at this moment, someone was sucked away from his internal energy and sarcastic words, but I was unable to refute it. It was very different from the situation of the sandalwood on the altar with a high fever and a bright tongue on the lotus. What is the eternal happiness and self-purity after Nirvana, and it is free and unobstructed, and it is all thrown away from feeling, thinking, action and consciousness.

But I realize that the five aggregates are all real, and my mind is worried, and I will be extremely frightened. I will not be able to overcome the sufferings and troubles of this time.

Jiumozhi said nothing for a while, and then he had a secret luck. He knew that decades of hardship had been abandoned, and sighed.

"Although I am in Buddhism, my competitive spirit is more competitive than ordinary people. Today's fruit has been planted thirty years ago. Alas, greed, anger, and ignorance have not been avoided, but he also regards himself as a monk, and is arrogant and shameless. Alas, after his death, he will enter the hell of the Avici Hell and will never be reborn."

He was originally a man of great wisdom and wisdom, and his Buddhist cultivation was also very wise. He only practiced martial arts and his competitive heart grew and his desire to be on the Buddha was fading, and he had the same thing today.

Zhou Xuan said.

"I haven't said I want to kill you yet."

Jiumozhi shook his head and said with a look of death.

"The Tathagata teaches the Buddhist son that the first thing is to get rid of greed, love, take, and entangle, so that he can have the hope of liberation. But I can't go, and I have fame, wealth, and I have tightly tied me. Today, all my martial arts in Tianlong Temple have been lost. How could I not enlighten the Buddha, and let me turn from evil to justice and be able to be pure and liberated?"

He looked back on his actions over the past decades, and his forehead was filled with sweat, ashamed and sad.

I only listen to Jiumo's wisdom.

"I have been offended so many times just now, so I would like to thank you. The main killing of the teacher is to kill Tingzun, but before this, please allow me to think about Master Kurong and others apologize."

In this way, Jiumozhi achieved great enlightenment and finally became a great monk. Later, he translated the sutras and treatises of India and made Tibetan scriptures, promoted Buddhism, and saved countless people. Later, India Buddhism declined, and the three treasures of the sutras, laws and treatises were all lost and lost, but many were still preserved in Tibet. During this period, Jiumozhi actually made great achievements.

Zhou Xuan nodded and said.

"You go."
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