The python spirit stopped struggling amidst the sighs of the crowd. The villagers came forward with shovels and steel forks to check. They were shocked to see a large hole in the python's belly corroded by the high temperature of the fire and saltwater. Its internal organs were flowing all over the ground, whirring white.

Qi was also emerging from the python's wounds.

The villagers looked at the giant python and talked about it. Some said it was burned, and some thought it was buried in a safe place. However, the village accountant grinned and wanted to hand it over to the government.

"Everyone be quiet, everyone, be quiet. Listen to Master Changming. Whatever he says, we will do it!" The village chief stood on the giant python and waved to the villagers.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Changming.

Chang Ming did not want the life of this python spirit, but only damaged its vitality so that it could not harm humans and animals. He looked at the giant python and slowly said to everyone: "Amitabha, its hundreds of years of practice have been destroyed in one day. I

The Buddha is merciful and hopes that you will spare his life."

After hearing this, everyone was quite surprised. If they really released this python spirit, wouldn't it be like letting the tiger go back to the mountains and leaving troubles for the future? But then they thought, since the master has the means to subdue it, he must be sure to make it stop. Everyone agreed.

Under the leadership of Chang Ming, the villagers carried the giant python to the pond in the cedar forest in front of the village. Chang Ming had long seen that the pond had the appearance of a mud urn, which could just assuage the bloodthirsty anger of the python spirit.

But what Changming didn't expect was that not only was the python spirit not burned through by the fire salt, but coincidentally, the fire salt formed an inner elixir in its body, and it transformed into a dragon, with sprouts growing on its head.

The huge red crown and poisonous gas spread all over the body, making it a hundred times more sinister than before.

After Changming left, the python spirit came back again and razed the village to the ground overnight.

Misfortunes never come singly. When Chang Ming returned to the temple, things had already changed. Countless Buddhist statues and scriptures had been smashed, and several of his senior brothers were sent to the countryside to do labor camps.

Chang Ming had an ominous premonition in his heart and hurried back to the village, only to find that the village had been completely destroyed by the python spirit. Except for three dolls that were still croaking on the ground, there were no living creatures.

After seeing it, Chang Ming was filled with grief and blamed himself for leaving in a hurry without comforting the python spirit. After he had saved the souls of all the villagers, he built an earthen temple above the village. Although there was no golden Buddha, he could at least let the python spirit be liberated.

He and the orphans have a place to stay.

After taking care of several children every day, he would go to the pond where the python spirit lived to chant sutras and chant Buddha's name. He did not blame the python spirit, but secretly blamed himself for his lack of cultivation and his failure to save it.

Listening to him reciting the Buddha's name every day, the python spirit gradually lost its anger. For twenty years, it lay dormant at the bottom of the pond.

After hearing this, I was very confused and asked him quickly: "Since the python has been calmed down by you using Buddhist methods, why does it still get violent and hurt others?"

Chang Ming sighed deeply and said to me: "Lao Na's senior brother, Abbot Yuantong, once said that when Mohu Luojia (the python god in Buddhism, alluding to the giant python) reincarnates, it will be the time when Lao Na will go westward. The python spirit is also

You must have been attracted by some evil thing to do this. Now that you killed the giant python by coincidence, the time limit for fear of old age is running out."

"I'm afraid it's not the evil thing that's causing it, but the evil god." I followed Chang Ming's words and said.

Chang Ming sighed and said: "The so-called evil gods are just deceived people's hearts."

"Then if you don't think of a way to avoid the disaster, all your disciples will be gone!"

"Trouble is Bodhi, life and death are Nirvana. Don't be afraid of death, please leave now! Remember, imitate your tongue, not your teeth." After he finished speaking, he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

I didn't understand what he just said, but I didn't know why he wanted to drive me away.

What disaster could possibly happen? Looking at the scorched woods in front of me, I suddenly thought of the signal Qiu Chengliang sent to the sky last night, and secretly thought, "Oh no, it might really hurt this old monk."

I didn't dare to delay, so I turned sideways to say goodbye to Changming, but before I could say anything, I saw a dozen people rushing out of the scorched fir forest in front of me.

"Bald donkey!"

"Amitabha……"

I took a bad look, and in front of me was Qiu Chengliang, who was covered in black and gray, leading a few fierce-looking men, yelling and hurriedly running towards me.

I saw that Qiu Chengliang had cut off his right hand, and the wound was wrapped with gauze. Although his face was covered with black ash, he could not block the murderous look in his eyes. Before he could speak, several men around him were already big

He roared and charged forward.

Chang Ming had a sad look on his face, stood up and looked at those people, then slowly closed his eyes.

My heart went cold after watching it.

I saw a man in sportswear running towards me, panting heavily, and raised his hand to strike at my neck.

I retreated subconsciously, but I saw Chang Ming suddenly hit his heart with a palm. In the blink of an eye, the man had rolled down the hillside. Several men who were climbing halfway up the mountain were shocked at first when they saw this, and then something happened under their feet.

The wind rushed towards Changming in a hurry. As soon as I saw the sharp steps of those people, I knew they were all practitioners.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry about Chang Ming. I didn't want to implicate him, at worst, they would arrest him, but I never expected that Chang Ming would suddenly take action.

Then I looked at the men, each with red eyes, yelling, and raising his foot to kick Chang Ming on the head. I was secretly frightened, these men seemed to have no rules, and kicked Chang Ming, but when I heard that

The sound of breaking wind will tell you that it is not an empty move.

Then I saw Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes and raised his palm to hit the sole of the man's shoe. I was shocked and thought that his arm could not twist his thigh. This old monk used his palm to hit the sole of the man's shoe. Wasn't he looking for death?

Before I could think about it, I rushed forward to help. If Chang Ming was kicked by this kick, he would probably be crippled even if he didn't die. However, in the flash of lightning, Chang Ming's hand shape suddenly changed, and his two fingers came together and thrust straight into the direction.

The soles of that person's shoes.

Only a scream was heard. The man had flown far away and hit a big tree in front of the temple. He covered the thigh that was hit by Chang Ming with one hand, pointed at Chang Ming with the other hand, and groaned,

Then he fainted.

The remaining men ignored the man, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Chang Ming. However, Chang Ming remained calm in the face of danger. He moved lightly with his feet, raised his hands more quickly, and struck those few people.

On the thigh.

Those men's moves failed, and Chang Ming dodged them. Just as he was in shock, he saw those men suddenly take a few steps back, covering their thighs, lying on the ground and screaming.

"Amitabha, I hurt one of your legs today. Please take care of yourself and don't do anything to help others..." Chang Ming retracted his right hand and let out a long sigh.

I was quite surprised after seeing this. I saw that this old monk only had a stick with dry bones, which could be used as firewood, but he could immobilize those people with just one move. It was really not easy.

But Qiu Chengliang, who had been watching at the bottom of the mountain, couldn't stand anymore. He stamped his feet and shouted: "Old bastard, you really have two fucking tricks, I will kill you!"

Hearing Qiu Chengliang's tone, he was obviously furious. He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, raised his hand and fired a shot at Chang Ming. However, Chang Ming's face did not change, he clasped his hands together, and suddenly rolled up a stone with his right foot.

Kick the stone into the air.

There was only a crisp sound, and the stone hit the stone that was spinning rapidly in mid-air.

The bullet immediately flew out with sparks and bounced elsewhere.

I have never seen anyone who can use gravel to block bullets coming from the air. Looking at Chang Ming's unhurried and unhurried manner, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Qiu Chengliang was obviously surprised after seeing this. He yelled frantically and was about to shoot again. But before he could raise his pistol, a man suddenly came out from behind him and hit Qiu Chengliang in the back of the head. Qiu Chengliang was

The blow from the stick made me unsteady on my feet. I turned around to look at the man and fell to the ground unwillingly.

I took a closer look and saw that the person holding the stick was none other than Chang Ming’s disciple, Holding the Ring. I saw Holding the Ring throwing away the wooden stick in his hand and running towards this side in a hurry. Changming watched Holding the Ring running halfway up the mountain.

The figure shook his head and sighed, and then slowly sighed: "Injustice..."

Holding the precepts ran to Chang Ming, panting heavily and crying slightly, and said to Chang Ming: "Master, let's go quickly. Before we even got down the mountain, we encountered a man with an evil look on his face. He took action."

"Take the senior brother and the second senior brother..." Halfway through his words, he couldn't help crying and lay in Chang Ming's arms and burst into tears.

After hearing the buzzing in my head, I guessed it was Shui Xiaoliu, but I didn't expect him to be so vicious. These monks had no grudges against him, and they were able to kill him.

"Hey, it is indeed him." Changming looked at the old man walking down the mountain and said slowly.

I followed Chang Ming's gaze and saw that the man was dressed in white, dancing in the wind, and seemed to have great strength when moving. It was Shui Xiaoliu who fell into the cracks in the ground. Qiu Chengliang on the ground, with a smile on his lips,

Walking towards us slowly.

I don't know how he escaped from that crack, but looking at the scars on his face, I know he must have suffered a lot.

"Master Changming, do you still recognize me?" Shui Xiaoliu glanced at me and asked Changming loudly.

Changming shook his head and recited the Buddha's name, with a desolate look on his face, and said: "Of course I recognize it, but I never thought that your greed would become so heavy."

After hearing this, Shui Xiaoliu laughed and said: "Master is making fun of you. I am just a mustard seed in the mortal world. I am not as good as you living Buddhas who eat fast and chant sutras all day long. After death, you can be reborn in the bliss of the Western Heaven."

When Shui Xiaoliu saw Shui Xiaoliu, Zhijie's eyes turned red. He shouted and was about to rush towards Shui Xiaoliu, but was restrained by Chang Ming and unable to move.

"If you want to make people immortal, you must first become a living dead. Don't be stubborn and commit murder again!" Chang Ming said slowly.

After hearing this, Shui Xiaoliu laughed loudly and said, "Master's Zen teachings are too profound. Please forgive me for not being able to fully understand them!"

Then he shouted loudly and raised his hand to grab me. I was horrified and took a few steps back. Shui Xiaoliu thought he was very skilled and could capture me, but he didn't know that I was not a vegetarian either. I was half a step faster than him.

Then he kicked me out. Shui Xiaoliu immediately turned sideways, dodged my kick, and quickly rushed towards me to catch him.

At this moment, Chang Ming was heard chanting the Buddha's name softly, his five fingers formed into claws, and he clasped Shui Xiaoliu's left shoulder in the air.

Shui Xiaoliu frowned, turned around quickly, his anger was palpable, turned one leg into a whip, and slammed it at Chang Ming. Chang Ming retreated after seeing this, but Shui Xiaoliu's whip legs also followed. Chang Ming couldn't avoid it.

, I had to use my hands to resist.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, and Shui Xiaoliu's leg clamped the sound of breaking wind, and hit Chang Ming's half-raised arms. Chang Ming was pushed back a few steps by Shui Xiaoliu, but Shui Xiaoliu saw that

Liu came forward again, and the edge of his palm was like a knife, slashing hard at Chang Ming. Chang Ming's eyes changed slightly after looking at him, and he suddenly stretched out two fingers and went straight to Shui Xiaoliu's chest.
Chapter completed!