Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It's just that his ferocious expression was exchanged for another merciless hammer from Zhao Ke.

"Bang bang bang~" With the knocking of bones, it echoed in the mountains and forests.

On the other side, Wang Mazi stepped forward, and the invisible aura pressed down like a mountain.

A bloodthirsty coldness flashed in Monk Dazhi's eyes, and he suddenly regretted why he had lured Zhao Ke to the back mountain.

He was just the envoy who wanted to kill the third son.

But he didn't want to put himself in danger instead.

"Amitabha, the benefactor put down the butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately. Besides, you and I have no enmity, why bother..."

"Noisy!"

Monk Dazhi didn't finish speaking.

Wang Mazi stepped forward step by step, and with the pace of advancement, the overwhelming aura approached suddenly, as if he wanted to empty the surrounding air.

Stretched out his thick palm, he slapped down on the head of Monk Dazhi.

The seemingly ordinary slap blurred the surrounding void.

You can even see invisible ripples stirring in Wang Mazi's palm.

When the ripples swept across the ground, the grass, trees and stones on the ground made rustling noises, and then turned into shattered horrors.

In the impression of most people, the postman of the melee type is a very disadvantaged existence, relying on his flesh and blood to fight desperately with the ability of stamps.

As everyone knows, once the real postman of the melee type reaches a certain limit, the power displayed is enough to change everything.

Just like Wang Mazi at this time, after he regained his strength in the state of being disabled for a long time.

I have a deeper understanding of martial arts.

Now with the blessing of golden stamps, it has been reborn for a while, leaping into the dragon's gate.

Faced with such a terrifying palm, Monk Dazhi's face was ashen for a moment, but when he saw from the corner of his eye the huge temple that was gradually being built in the mountains and forests not far away.

As if inspired, the great wise monk strengthened his faith and was fearless. He looked into the distance, as if he could penetrate the sky.

Flashed back in his mind, just yesterday, what San Jie said to him when he was looking at him.

"Dazhi, Master is very disappointed in you!"

Dazhi still remembered that when Sanjie was speaking, he looked at him from a distance, full of pity and sympathy.

This kind of look is very familiar to Dazhi, because he will also show this expression when he looks at those poor people who are hungry and ignorant.

It seems that in the eyes of Sanjie, he is no different from those untouchables.

He doesn't understand what he did wrong.

The Bodhisattva Sutra itself is the means by which Buddhism saves the world. People in the world are ignorant, so there is nothing wrong with using Buddhism to save people.

Why do the three precepts say that you should not revise the Bodhisattva Sutra to confuse the people.

Are they only allowed to use the Bodhisattva scriptures for personal gain?

He worshiped under the name of Zen Master Wuxiang since he was a child, but he was only a registered disciple.

Seeing Sanjie and other brothers, each of them comprehended the supreme Dharma, Dazhi couldn't hide his envy and jealousy.

Now that he is about to build a Zen temple of his own with great difficulty, how can he fall here when he has established a sect and established a sect, and the scenery is boundless.

With this in mind, Dazhi's eyes shone with fanaticism.

"I can't die yet! I want Putuo Temple to be famous all over the world!"

For a moment, the Buddha's light soared into the sky, "Om!" The sound of the word "Infinity Om" echoed, and at the same time, an inexplicable Zen chant sounded

Seeing that his clothes were torn in pieces, exposing the thousand-character scriptures branded on his body.

I saw that the scriptures were like gold, irradiating the sky, giving birth to the Buddha's Dharma protector, who glared at the Vajra Dharma.

For a moment, it seemed as if countless monks were singing in meditation, which was deafening and shocked people's souls.

"Namo Amitabha!"

When Dazhi punched out, the air was squeezed out, and there was a thunderous crackling sound, and the angry-eyed King Kong punched out at the same time.

The power of Dazhi's all-out attack has infinitely approached that of the fourth-order postman's all-out attack.

It's just that Wang Mazi didn't look at him directly, and a pair of shining golden gloves covered his palms.

Facing the great wise monk, he punched out.

The golden blood was soaring to the sky, and the unpretentious fist suddenly burst out with endless power.

Dazhi wanted to persevere, but his complexion became more and more ugly, and the black mist representing resentment became more intense on his forehead and between his brows.

For some reason, the Buddha power in his body is rapidly fading.

He even felt that his breath began to become disturbed.

At this moment, Dazhi suddenly felt a red light in front of his eyes, and opened his eyes to look around.

Monk Dazhi's eyes widened for a moment.

The mouth was wide open, the brows were furrowed, and even the hair trembled.

Pale with convulsions of the heart, screaming, "Fire, fire, put out the fire!"

I saw the red flames covering the sky in the distance. The fire was like an angry dragon, mercilessly devouring the Daxiong Hall that was still under construction in Putuo Temple.

The fire was still spreading, the huge flame burned not only the newly established Putuo Temple, but also the belief and hope of the monk Dazhi.

There was no need for Wang Mazi to strike again.

Watching the collapsed treasure hall in the flames, Monk Dazhi was distracted, unable to suppress the wailing in his mind for a while, his eyes suddenly went dark, and a mouthful of heart blood gushed out of his throat.

"puff!"

The heartache broke out at the same time, and the body fell straight to the ground.

Chapter 1075 Gambling

Dreams are broken and people die.