dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Chapter 702

"Mandarin Zhouyu Xia" has a saying: blocking is worse than sparse, sparse is worse than introduction.

Blind suppression of anything can only make the resistance more and more intense.

This is true for water control and country governance, and even more so for people's inner obsessions.

Zhang Jiao's leader's words of deep affection, standing on a common ground, resonated with Ghost Buddha Faceless.

On his handsome, pale-as-paper face, the look of sadness became more and more intense.

Trembling and slowly raising his right hand, he took off the hideous bronze mask for the first time.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Brother, this little monk feels miserable!"

After the Buddha's name, which is comparable to a nightingale's cry of blood, it disappears facelessly and reappears unintentionally.

Seeing the familiar, shiny little bald head, Zhao Fei tried to shout weakly.

"Guang... Is that you, bald brother?"

The little guy was as shy as ever, with nowhere to put his fat little hands.

"Benefactor Zhao is the young monk."

"I, let's hurry up to save my brother, the karma of the year backfired, and he has fallen into a place where the Buddha's light does not shine!"

After talking with Zhao Fei, little monk Wuxin turned around and bowed respectfully to Zhang Jiao, Rong Hui and Pu Neng.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I would like to thank the three masters for their enlightenment, for helping this little monk to walk out of the boundless devil world, so as to avoid the pain of falling into lustful heaven."

The two eminent Buddhist monks let out a long sigh of relief.

"Namo Amitabha, the two young monks congratulate the Buddha for waking up from distress."

"Lucky for Buddhism, lucky for the world!"

Zhang Jiao even smiled:

At his level, it is extremely difficult to find "commendators of the same path".

Now that there are more ghosts and Buddhas, Faceless is naturally extremely happy.

This is not because the leader of the Taiping Sect is self-righteous and arrogant, but because there are too many different realms, and there is no way to communicate "intentionally".

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice, well frogs cannot speak of sea, and ordinary people cannot speak of words." This is the truth.

"Blessings give birth to boundless yellow heavens, master, you are very polite."

"Now that little friend Jiunan is in danger, Pindao is willing to go to the rescue with Master."

The two Zen masters Rong Hui and Pu Neng put their hands together.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The two young monks are also willing to contribute their humble efforts."

After greeting everyone, Zhang Jiao took the unintentional chubby hand and led the way.

A monk took each step together, with lotus flowers growing under his feet to support him, and he was no longer contaminated by the mundane world.

Seeing this, the two Buddhist monks sighed with emotion:

They are not surprised that Zhang Jiao can achieve this state.

But today's Wuxin, the Buddha and the devil are both masters: if he does good, he will save all living beings, and if he does evil, the world will mourn...

Seeing the crowd moving forward, Wu Yongming, the Ziyi Daoist, hesitated for a moment, and asked to beg for the way of all the families.

"Trouble fellow daoist, take a few friends back to the hotel and wait, the place of the dead is really dangerous."

The beggars know that these few of them are too low in morality, and going there will only cause trouble.

Not to mention anything else, even if no one is carrying it, you can't keep up with the speed.

So he nodded again and again.

"Seniors, be more careful..."

On the other side, inside Liangzhu Digong:

Seeing the primitive people gradually surrounding them, Chen Daji was still trying to communicate with them.

There is no way, these giants are too strong, stronger than Zhao Fei Zhao Fatty!

In view of his tragic history of being beaten before, Chen Daji was really worried that he would not be able to beat him...

"Big brothers, can you understand what I said?"

"We are all good people, come in to save father!"

"Why, don't you understand?!"

Seeing that the primitive man ignored his words and was still pressing forward step by step with a stone ax and a big wooden stick, Chen Dage hurriedly turned his head and ordered his younger brother.

"Chao'er, come on, the birdsong will serve you!"

"Zhang Chao" immediately had a constipated expression on his face when he heard the words, but he still suppressed his shame and yelled at the primitive man.

"Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, we're the goodguys!"

"don't me, please!"

Chang Baye looked helpless.

"Zhang Chao, can people understand what you said?"

Zhang Chao shook his head in pain.

"I guess it's a lot of work...but I have to be beaten if I don't say it..."