The Moonlight Bodhisattva looked at the Temple of the people in fear. At this moment, he even recalled the boundless fear he felt in the cold and ruthless eyes of the other person when he faced the ancestor.

This kind of cold and ruthlessness, unavoidable, unavoidable power.

But now, there are also on earth.

At this moment, in the heart of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, there is a shadow that is never possible to erase.

Just as the Moonlight Bodhisattva is frightened by the unpredictable power of the human race.

Lost the asylum of the Bodhi leaves completely exposed his evil thoughts and sins at this moment to the hundreds of scriptures in front of the temple of the human race, but it was a shock of the whole body.

Karz!

These people who betray their own clans must be based on the blood and dignity of the whole family, and even the future of thousands of years in exchange for their own interests. They have not yet touched the knee of the ground and are instantly shaken into pink.

Slap!

In the next moment, these scriptures were too late to make a scream for crushing on their knees, and Liang Liang was also shattered.

It's just that in the rest, the hundreds of scriptures found by the Moonlight Bodhisattva are suppressed by the Temple of the Human Restaurant into a piece of meat, and it is covered with a wilderness.

In the temple of the human race, Zi Shuo watched the whole process with the ministers.

Among the 800 levels, the general soldiers sneered together.

The deputy chief soldiers of Lishui Guan smiled at a haha, and the sound of the thunder rang for nine days and ten places, saying: "This is the end of the traitor."

Even if you are a sage, you have never thought that the Kyushu world will be in this way as a Buddhist gate.

The Temple of the human race stands above the holy city of the world, reviews the Kyushu world, and suppresses all the uncleanness of everything. With so powerful, even the bodhi leaves of congenital spiritual roots cannot be sheltered.

In this way, how do you still use the scriptures to kneel and disperse the luck of the world, and to cut off the people of the people?

The face of the face was ironing, the eyebrows were more irritable, and the endless Buddhist thunder flashed in his eyes.

His anger's voice came from the Jingli Pure Land. The sound was like the mountains of all mountains, and the shock was nine days and ten places.

"Emperor Xin, you have once again gone. The previous thing about the Taoist, you said that it has nothing to do with the scripture. Now what are your excuses?"

"As a human king, if you repeatedly use such conciliatory methods, how can you have the dignity to claim the title of king?"

In the human temple, Zishou was sitting on the throne. Hearing Zhunti's words, he just laughed and said:

"Zhunti, when will it be your turn to point fingers when I do things? The establishment of the temple and the expansion of the holy city are all matters within the human race. It is not your turn to point fingers."

"As for the Buddhist scripture seekers you are looking for, when did I take action? They just died under the will of the people."

Chunti Buddha's eyes were full of anger, and he said sternly: "What public opinion? I only see your hegemony, and you use the human temple to oppress my Buddhist scripture collectors."

"You are using the power of a human king to deprive human beings of their freedom to practice the wonderful Dharma of my Buddhist Mahayana!"

In the Human Race Temple, the officials were sneering.

In the Buddhist territory of the West, the light of Buddhism sweeps across all the kingdoms of gods every day. Any mortal who does not believe in Buddhism will be sentenced to death if caught.

Why didn't you say freedom then?

Zi Shou looked towards the Paradise of Paradise and said calmly: "What the hundreds of millions of people in the human race want is the will of the people. Those who sought scriptures violated the will of millions of people and betrayed their own race, so they died of the will of the people."

"Zhunti, let me say it again, you are not qualified to dictate matters within the human race."

"If you are dissatisfied, you can just tear up our previous agreement and end the 99-81 tribulation ahead of schedule."

Zhunti:……:

He was suddenly speechless and his old face twitched.

Zhunti knew very well that the difference in luck between the East and the West was now more than a thousand times. If we gave up at this time, all the previous losses of Buddhism would be in vain.

He can accept failure many times in learning, as long as he wins in the end.

Buddhism can lose eighty times on the nine-nine-eighty-one difficulty. As long as it wins the last time, Buddhism will win the final victory.

But the premise is that you must go to the end.

Zhunti, who was standing next to him, sighed softly and said, "Junior brother, don't let yourself be influenced by Emperor Xin. It is Emperor Xin who wants to end the journey to the west early now, not us."

"As long as we don't let Di Xin get his way, we will definitely win in the end."

Zhunti took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "What the senior brother said is absolutely true. There is a huge difference in luck between the East and the West. As long as Emperor Xin fails in any way, his luck will leak out."

"He must want to end the Eighty-One Difficult Bet early."

"Buddhist can afford to lose many times, but he can't afford to lose even once."

The first thing the two sages of the West saw when they attained enlightenment and transformed into human form was the devastated, barren and chaotic Western land.

In order to complete their forty-eight ambitions, they have experienced countless failures, and their successes are countless.

However, only a few successful victories created the glory of Buddhism today.

They have long been accustomed to finding a little chance of victory in countless failures.

Zhunti calmed down his anger, looked at Chao Ge again, and said, "Di Xin, I will not have a verbal dispute with you."

"People who believe in Buddhism are perseverant. Even if there are thousands of calamities and hardships, they will not waver in any way. You can't stop them from learning the scriptures."

His eyes fell on the nine states of the human world, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Hundreds of pilgrims have died this time, so don’t hold on! Just look for a few hundred more people, and if they die again, look for tens of thousands more.

Zhunti can even allow Buddhist enlightened people in the human world to secretly raise babies in the human world, so that these children can study Buddhism from an early age, so that these Buddhist scripture seekers do not have any thoughts of human race.

But the scriptures are still human clan. As long as they kneel, they can also kneel on the people!

After the plan was settled in the heart, he was ready to go down to Lingshan with a desire of a saint.

One month of light bodhisattva looking for the insufficient manpower, then add people.

Ten bodhisattvas, hundreds of Luohan, thousands of diamonds.

There are Buddhas in the Buddha, and some are disciples who are willing to sacrifice the Buddha.

However, ... at a moment when the law of the saints is about to be issued.

In the temple of the human race, there is another piece of Bao Hua again. The sloppy luck is like a tassel from the Temple of the human race, and then each human race is connected.

Endless people's opinion, gather at this moment.

Subsequently, the power of the people's people was flowing into the world's luck, and it immediately reached every corner of Kyushu.

The hundreds of millions of people instantly knew what happened outside Chen Tangguan.

"These people are extremely abominable. The king finally made us not have to bow and bow their knees in front of the gods and gods. Let us stand up as a person. They actually want the human race to kneel again."

"I just met the two people who took the leader in the scriptures. They were named and one named brick family. They talked bad things about the king in the village all day, touted the Buddha, and let us follow the Buddha."

"Actually so despicable and shameless? He died well!"

"Yes, die well! There will be such a person in the future, damn it!"

The hundreds of millions of people were angry, and the public opinion turned into a sword soldier. It rushed straight into Jiuxiao, scattered the fog on the earth, and shocked the heart of peeping at each other.

In this one -hearted public opinion, the world ’s luck also emits a thunderous thunder.

Popular opinion is like a knife, and take the thunder to the Kyushu world.

At this moment, whether it is for good or evil; whether it is greedy or dull; whether it is savvy or dull; whether it is the talent of the heavenly wi -wi -wi -wi -strange or unpretentious.

As long as they are at the human race, this public opinion is swept away, just like the spring breeze, exhausted, the pain disappears.

However, as long as they are rebellious, their hearts are to the Buddha, and for themselves, they will betray the stakeholders of the entire human race ...

Public opinion is like a knife, a knife is scrusted, and the knife is cut.

Suddenly.
Chapter completed!