Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Karma Pakshi held the square of flowers in front of his chest, and after transforming the leader of the black horse, he stepped down step by step and walked towards the leaders and elders without any scruples.

Everyone looked at each other, and it could be seen that the faces of the leaders and elders of these sects were full of tension.

The red-robed bishop of the Holy See, with the palm of the jeweled ring, kept twisting each other behind his back.

The voodoo leader's face was red, and every hair on his body couldn't help but tense up.

The other leaders also looked at each other. Before, they cursed the black horse leader for being a shameless villain. At this moment, when they saw Karma Pakshi walking, they felt a great sense of oppression, which made everyone tense up. Dry tongue.

It seems that what is coming is not a person, but a Buddha.

"Your Excellency, why be aggressive!"

The leader of the voodoo sect finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted that he didn't want Karma Pakshi to continue to move forward, for fear that he couldn't stand the oppressive feeling on Karma Pakshi's body and would turn around and run away like the leader of Heima.

If this is the case with a major religion in the Western Regions such as Voodoo, one can imagine other sects.

Even the red-clothed archbishop of the Holy See couldn't help but put his palm on the cross at this moment, staring at Karma Pakshi seriously.

Seeing this, Karma Pakshi really stopped. Ten feet away from the crowd, he folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what the poor monk asks for is some grain and grass, something to resist the wind and cold."

While speaking, Karma Pakshi showed a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, warming people's hearts, without the slightest hostility, and not like what an attacker should look like.

On the contrary, he is like an ordinary monk who asks for alms.

It's just that no one dares to forget that before that, Karma Pakshi casually turned the same leader, Heima leader, into a monk.

"Hehe, it sounds good, your Buddhist sect has taken food and grass resources, and the next step is to annex us all, rather than this..."

The person who spoke was an elder of the Voodoo Sect. This time, the Voodoo Sect offended the Clan Mansion, and the position they arranged was also very unsatisfactory.

It is the forefront of this Buddhist conflict.

Some disciples have been inexplicably turned into Buddhist puppets.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat Karma Pakshi, this elder would have long ago fought Karma Pakshi to the death.

But this guy is a ruthless person, he knows in his heart that he is not Karma Pakshi's opponent, but he is not shy at all.

Ling Ling's disciples held up the torches and smiled coldly: "Although we are not opponents of Buddhism, if Buddhism wants to grab it hard, everyone will simply die."

"That's right, jade and stone are burned together, let's see your Buddhism survive to the end!"

Some people sneered, as if they were reminded by the elder of the voodoo sect, they sent messages one after another, and once the Buddhist gate continued to approach, they would immediately ignite all the stored food.

"You benefactors have misunderstood. Today, the monk came here only for alms, and there is no malice."

Karma Pakshi's expression was calm, but he took a step back, making everyone's expressions much more relaxed.

"Misunderstanding? So the leader of the dark horse is also a misunderstanding?"

Someone pointed to the figure of the leader of the black horse and asked.

Karma Pakshi nodded: "It is a good thing that this black horse leader can get rid of the world of mortals and understand the cycle of cause and effect. As for the benefactors, I can assure you that the Buddhist sect has no intention of harming you, and I only have teachings with you. battle."

"Then what about our forcibly converted disciples?" a leader asked.

"Each has its own fate."

Karma Pakhi continued: "The poor monk will bet on the dispute with all of you about the teachings. Once the benefactors win the poor monk, the poor monk will release 12 people. If the poor monk is lucky once, you can ask the benefactors to donate two stones of food."

If Zhao Ke heard what Karma Pakshi said here, he would definitely not gamble.

Not to mention the gap in strength.

It's not worth it even if you win.

One stone is equal to one hundred catties of grain.

One win is [-] catties of grain, which is enough to satisfy the Buddha's hunger next time.

If 12 people were replaced, it would be a loss no matter what.

However, these leaders are obviously very vague about the concept of mathematics. Two for twelve, vaguely feel that there is still a profit.

As for the issue of strength...do they have a choice?

Facing living Buddhas like Karma Pakshi, they have no choice at all.

The other party's willingness to use gambling to solve the problem has already given them enough face.

After the several leaders looked at each other, they nodded to each other. The cardinal of the Holy See, as the representative, gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Okay, we bet!"

at the same time.

On the residence of Buddhism, two monks sat cross-legged by the stream.

The excitement ahead seemed to be irrelevant to them.

Under the sound of the stream, Yuheng gradually woke up from the samadhi, and opened his eyes. When he saw the monk Sanjie, Yuheng's eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up quickly, clasped his hands and respectfully made a Buddha ceremony to the monk Sanjie.

"One thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a Buddha, Yuheng thank you for your guidance."

This time, he suffered a big loss from Zhao Ke, and his obsession with Zhao Ke almost made him feel demons in his heart.

Even if it's just a thought of resentment.

It will also become a stumbling block blocking his Dharma, and even eventually it will snowball like a snowball, and it will eventually get out of hand.

Monk Sanjie dispelled the resentment stuck in his chest for him, invisibly doing him a great favor.

The Dharma, which he could not relax for a long time, finally showed signs of improvement.

Facing Yuheng's thank you, Monk Sanjie ignored him, looking at the sky, his expression was momentarily miserable.

Putting your hands together, you said to yourself: "Master once said, I have a calamity, and I should be on the body of a Buddhist disciple. I thought it was you, but it wasn't."

Yuheng:? ? ?

He didn't understand what Monk Sanjie was talking about, but when Yuheng wanted to ask, he was interrupted by Monk Sanjie waving his hand.

Monk Sanjie's gaze was gradually looking towards the deep forest in front of him. His face, which was originally rejuvenated, was now more than ten years younger. Instead, there were vicissitudes that could not be concealed. Under the deep eyes, the expression became complicated for a while.

At this moment, Yuheng moved his ears, and suddenly heard footsteps coming in the woods, followed by a laughing and teasing voice from not far behind: "Amitabha, congratulations to the Great Protector on the completion of his merits and virtues."

Chapter 1165 You Can't Beat Me

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