Tang Ming's palm twisted over Wang Ping's chest, and then, Immortal Shura took away the last spiritual energy, vitality, and the earthly evil energy that supported the vitality.

Without any power, Wang Ping's eyes rolled upwards, and began to turn into powder little by little from his fingers. When his body completely dissipated, a thunderous soul suddenly jumped out of Wang Ping's sky spirit cover and ran towards the third uncle.

As long as his soul has not yet disappeared, Wang Ping has the opportunity to reshape his body and make a comeback.

It’s a pity that Tang Ming has so many ways to restrain his soul. Even if Wang Ping runs fast, he is just a trace of residual soul.

Tang Ming just waved, and the invisible fire on his body turned into a huge cage, covering Wang Ping's soul.

"Ahhhh..." Being imprisoned by Tang Ming's invisible fire, Wang Ping's remnant soul suddenly burst into a series of screams like a pig slaughter.

But at this time, no one was willing to save him. His residual soul was finally dragged and sucked into the rotating black vortex in Tang Ming's palm, shattered, absorbed, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"You..." Uncle Third Master trembled and stood up from the ground. While rubbing his chest, he said coldly: "If you win, you will win. Why do you still have to force each other to take human life and even break up the true self of the senior brother of the same sect, like being cruel and willful, and doing things arbitrarily. It is really not what my Buddhist disciple should look like. Both of your master and disciple are incarnations of demons!"

"Demon?" Tang Ming sneered. It was really awkward when the Eastern monk actually used this Western term.

Tang Ming smashed his mouth and said, "I am a demon? Maybe you are blind. Your disciple is cruel and he is thinking about how to take my life every second. If I was a little careless, I am afraid that the one who died now will not be your disciple, but me. Then the question is, if it is me who died, will you still go to your disciple to seek punishment in such anger?"

"Sociologists, now the final winner is you, not Wang Ping. Why do you want to defile a dead person like this?" Uncle Third Master sneered and looked at Tang Ming in front of him.

Tang Ming turned around slowly, and with the sound of his body breathing in the sky, Tang Ming's body, which had been half eliminated, had recovered halfway. He pinched his tender right hand that had just grown and said coldly: "Uncle Third Master, if you want to attack me, just take action directly. Why bother to explain it here?"

It's true that it's rebirth. Is this kid really a human?

"No matter what I do, you must give me an explanation today!" Uncle Third Master stomped his feet on the ruins of the platform, like a crazy lion.

The seventh uncle looked at the third uncle in front of him with cold eyes and straightened his hand: "Haha! I want to see where you are going to get this so-called statement today!" The spiritual energy on his body was released, not moving like a mountain, but it gave people an extremely sharp feeling.

"My surname is Li, do you mean, are you going to protect your child today?" Uncle Third Grim gritted his teeth.

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The uncle just shook his head and sneered: "Protecting the calf? I am protecting the calf today, so what can you do?"

"I just made you unable to protect this calf!" The third uncle took a step forward, but the storms in the sky started to joking wildly again. Storms whipped on the sad earth like whips, and the sad earth began to shake wildly.

It was accompanied by mountain torrents and tsunamis, as well as a sound of ghosts and wolves howling.

Another earthquake? Tang Ming frowned, then frowned. Calculated the frequency of the recent earthquake, it was really too high. This was really strange, as if sadness was heading towards destruction.

But if you change your mind, is sadness really going toward destruction?

This terrifying thought only appeared for a moment and was quickly suppressed. Tang Ming shook his head fiercely and said to himself in his heart: "It's better not to think randomly. A city is dying. It's really a stupid idea."

Unfortunately, the amplitude of this earthquake was unprecedentedly strong. At the end of the horizon, a crack of more than one meter wide rushed over, passing through Pingding Mountain, tearing the originally towering Pingding Mountain into two sections, rushing out, and finally completely dissipated at the end of the horizon.

"What's wrong?" Tang Ming quickly stabilized his body, looked at the gap on the ground, and immediately smashed his lips hard: "Is the earth cracking?"

"Cough cough cough!" The old nun coughed, jumped in the sky, and finally stood in front of Abbot Dajue.

A spiritual energy was transformed into a front with one hand and tightly clamped the ground of Pingding Mountain: "The three masters of Liangzhan Temple, maybe the affairs of you two Zen Temple should be put aside first. What should be solved and the maintenance of sentient beings are still entangled!"

Abbot Dajue's heavy eyelids always raised up: "What does Master mean?"

The old nun stretched out his shriveled palm at Abbot Dajue and then said, "Take it out, the demon-subduing pestle! That is the last hope for the whole sad person."

"The last hope?" Tang Ming widened his eyes, remembering that when he was at the abbot of the Two Zen Temple, this inexplicable old nun once said, "How was the abbot stubborn?", and now he has put the topic on the demon-subduing pestle!

"The Demon Subduing Pestle is another Demon Subduing Pestle. At that time, Xing Caier asked herself to steal the Demon Subduing Pestle. Now the old nun also wants the Demon Subduing Pestle, and the Demon Subduing Pestle is related to the frequent earthquakes. What exactly is the earthquake? What is the function of the Demon Subduing Pestle?" Tang Ming couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Then he set his sight on Xing Caier. If Luo, the man in black, was Xing Caier in front of you, he would ask for the Demon-Subduing Pestle and not hand it over to his master? This is a bit intriguing.

There are also the intriguing words that the abbot said at the beginning, but now when you look back, the meaning of them is even more profound.

Abbot Dajue shook his head: "I said, you can't get the demon-subduing pestle."

"Dajue, are you crazy? If you don't hand over the demon-subduing pestle today, not only us, but all the sad people, the monks who wrap you two Zen temples will perish. Do you want to see the ending of the miserable creatures?" The monk from Kiyomizu Temple also rode the scalper to Da.

In front of the monk, his expression became solemn.

Abbot Dajue's expression suddenly became bitter. He sighed a long time ago, just as if he was ten years old in one breath: "Let me ask you, if your old mother who has been carrying you has a terminal illness and does not kill her, you will die. If you kill her, you will live. Then you will not do anything at all?"

After saying this, Tang Ming suddenly felt enlightened. His pupils shrank and he looked at the ground under his feet in shock. Suddenly, the scene of the two humps, the inexplicable earthquake, and the roar of the powerful beast. The true meaning of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, everything is connected together, and it slowly climbed up to Tang Ming's heart like a huge spell. Tang Ming stomped his feet, letting the sad earth give him a real touch.

At the same time, he took a deep breath: "Isn't it said that this sad earth... it's impossible to survive."

After thinking about this, everything that immediately troubled Tang Ming's patience made sense. The mark of sadness that was not on the map, in fact, sadness is not an island at all, but a moving monster.

He thought at the time that the map Xing Caier gave him was not so accurate. Now, thinking about it... Maybe the truth has long been around him, but he has never had a pair of eyes to dig out the truth.

Tang Ming was thinking everything thoroughly, but on the other side, the monk from Kiyomizu Temple shook his head and let out a long sigh: "But Dajue...you should know that this sadness is not my mother after all!"

"Isn't your mother?" Abbot Dajue's breath suddenly became rapid. He stood up from the ground suddenly. Even through the thick monk's robe, it was obvious that the ups and downs of Abbot Dajue's chest were visible.

It is hard to imagine that abbot Dajue, who has a profound Buddhist teaching, would become so excited: "I am really ashamed of you. It's been a thousand years, a thousand years. We are sad. He is our real mother for a thousand years. Now, you say you want to kill your mother and live on. I can't accept it, I can't accept it!"

"Dajue... You heard that the mother is in pain, the mother is wailing, he needs to be liberated. We are not going to kill the mother, but helping the mother to be liberated! Dajue, open your eyes and see, there are not only us who practice Taoism, but also children, and residents above the sadness. Should they die? The youngest child is only two years old. Tell me, they just want to live, what are their sins!" The old nun sighed sincerely. How could she not have any intention of being a practitioner?

Abbot Dajue sneered, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes without much emotional fluctuation: "Forget it, you can't get the demon-subduing pestle, and you can't kill your mother. As the saying goes, everything goes with the flow, and the dust returns to the dust, and the soil returns to the soil, and everything has its own destiny. Perhaps, a thousand years later, our destiny will be burial to the sea.

"Da Awakening, don't blame us. You are for your creatures, and I am for our justice, your mercy, my mercy, and everyone's mercy are all right, but above all this, your mercy must give in to our mercy!"
Chapter completed!