Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Blood rushed up, heads fell, and thousands of soldiers and horses rushed past, trampling the corpses of those monks in the Buddhist country into a pulp, and there was no way to stop their steps!

Dark clouds overwhelmed the top, it was as black as ink, and old crows wailed, creating a miserable and terrifying scene.

The expressions of the old monks also changed suddenly. They never expected that the leader of the Black Horse Cult was actually a ruthless person.

His mind suddenly changed, and he was no longer as calm as before.

Seeing the killing of the black horse leader, the white-browed old monk showed anger, and took the initiative to show his dharma body, trying to prevent the other party from continuing to kill.

However, he still underestimated the strength of the dark horse leader after all.

Seeing this, the leader of the black horse rushed forward to meet the situation, raised his hand and punched the old monk to resist.

When the two fists collided, there was a boom in the air, and the two fists collided, and they actually formed a state of wrestling.

"Amitabha..." The old monk was about to speak, but he heard the leader of the black horse cursing in front of him: "Tuo, you are so tall."

As soon as the words fell, the leader of the black horse turned his fist into a palm, and tightly clenched the old monk's fist.

Everyone was surprised to see that the other hand of the leader of the black horse was actually holding a saber that was as big as a door panel.

The big knife in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting off the old monk's waist with one knife.

It turned out that from the very beginning, the black horse leader had concealed his strength. His true strength was far superior to that of the white-browed old monk. He just deliberately showed weakness to lure the old monk to make a move.

At this time, the fierce light was revealed, and it was the time to slay the killer fiercely. With one blow, the white-browed old monk who was once an eminent monk suddenly returned to the west.

Chapter 1163

The struggle between sects is not only about strength, but also about doctrine.

It can only be said that this white-browed old monk's idea is too naive to forcibly turn the black horse leader into a Buddhist puppet based on the Bodhisattva Sutra.

Do you really think that these small households in the Western Regions do not have their own teachings and can be forcibly converted by them at will?

For such a result, the sect alliance below was naturally overjoyed, beating gongs and drums, morale suddenly increased and began to counterattack head-on.

Seeing this, the leader of the black horse showed a smile on his face. After killing the white-browed monk, he decided to leave instead of making a move.

Because his purpose has been achieved.

Doctrinal disputes, the most taboo is lack of morale.

Without morale, there is no confidence. Without confidence, how can we support our beliefs.

In the face of the crushing power of Buddhism, these disciples were shocked by the light of Buddha in the sky as early as the first time, and their minds were unstable. They were disarmed and surrendered.

That's why the leader of the black horse was eager to fight out regardless of the danger, just to set an example and inspire confidence for his disciples.

With one hit, the leader of the dark horse naturally refused to stay.

However, he reached out and grabbed the cassock from the white-browed old monk's corpse.

He had already seen at a glance that this cassock was a Buddhist treasure, with seven goose egg-sized orbs on it, each of which was priceless.

Wearing it on the body is even more invulnerable to water and fire, and it is hard to hurt with ordinary swords.

If it wasn't for his horse-cutting sword being a treasured sword handed down by the patriarch, I'm afraid it would be difficult to kill this bald donkey.

"The thief!"

A group of monks who were originally following the old monk with white eyebrows couldn't help but grin their teeth when they saw this, but they were afraid of the strength of the black horse leader and dared not go forward.

Seeing this, the leader of the black horse wiped his fingers on his thick stubble, grinned, rolled up his cassock, and was about to leave.

It's just that as soon as the leader of the black horse turned around, he heard a Buddha's chant coming from his ear.

"Amitabha……"

The Buddha's name of compassion resounds through the sky like a great Daolun. This Buddha's name is like a bell, and the four characters continue to echo in the sky and the earth, like a tsunami reaching the sky. It is grand and upright, compassionate and solemn.

The countless fierce soldiers and horses surrounding the black horse leader for a while turned into nothingness in an instant, and disappeared under a gust of wind, as if they had never appeared before.

"Who!"

The black horse leader's face was as black as iron, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes as big as copper bells scanned the surroundings in horror.

Under the four words, there was a great sense of oppression, which made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Amitabha……"

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky split open, revealing a golden glow, shining down like a staircase leading to heaven.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, a monk in white clothes and black hat, wearing a bright orange cassock and holding a tin staff, came stepping forward.

Golden lotus blossoms under the feet.

That is by no means a fantasy, people can even smell the sweet fragrance of lotus blossoms from afar.

The fairies around are holding various musical instruments and playing the Divine Comedy, which is very beautiful and melodious, and this holy sound is everywhere in the world.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be quiet. Everyone looked at the figure in the sky, and their hearts were filled with a sense of tranquility.

"Ugh!!"

In the distance, the big shaman stood on top of the fortress, looking at each other from a distance, with a long sigh of disappointment in his expression.

This era is a very scarce era, and it is also an era full of hierarchical concepts.

Mongolia used iron cavalry and butcher knives to trample down those imperial gates that boasted of brilliant civilization one by one.

They kicked open the impenetrable city gate with their war horses, and tore off the gorgeous coat of civilization with butcher knives.

Then, like a thug, he began to perform his own atrocities.

So, it's a bad time, too.

But it is undeniable that under many bad circumstances, this is also an era of religious civilization and contention among Baijia.

In such an era, the Great Shaman's heart is full of bitterness.

Just because of the young monk in white and black hat, Karma Pakshi.

Known as the World Honored One of Buddhism, he transcends everything, has great courage and great wisdom, and is the No.1 of Buddhism in the world.

He is so dazzling.

Both his strength and his understanding of Buddhism and Taoism made him stand at the pinnacle of many sects.