Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

Drop the town, the Wang family.

The atmosphere in the house is a little dignified, and the people below are walking with their feet on their feet, trying not to make a sound.

From yesterday to today, the number of people who were killed alive because of a small mistake has been counted.

In the council hall, the head of the family, Wang Tong, sat on chairs with several elders without saying a word.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded from outside the door, disturbing the quiet atmosphere of everyone, and they couldn't help but look up to see which.

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Kan, who hurriedly walked into the hall, raised his hand and grabbed a cup of tea and ate it all, and only after soothing his throat did his face show a relaxed expression.

Wang Tong couldn't help but ask, "Kan'er, but it's clean?"

Wang Kan nodded and looked at everyone: "Father, uncles, all those who knew about the freight in Yuanzhou City were disposed of by me, and in order to prevent anyone from secretly knowing, they were killed together with the people in the branch in the city."

"It's just that the dead soldiers who brought with them didn't have time to escape, and they were all killed by the commander of the Yasu Night Division."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and Wang Tong patted his son's shoulder: "Okay, hard work, as long as there is no evidence left, it doesn't matter, it's just some dead men, your eldest brother and second brother have already negotiated with the above."

"But father, that monk has already spoiled us many times, and now more and more eyes are noticing that it is not a good thing here." Wang Kan's eyes flashed sharply.

"Well, this ant is indeed a bit annoying, you mean?"

"I want to invite a few uncles to go to the end!"

"It's just a few monks, just send a few dead soldiers, why bother them."

The dead are all foundation building realms spawned by abnormal means by the Wang family, and they usually do not live for a few years, and even if they are lost, they will not be too distressed.

But Wang Kan shook his head: "Father doesn't know, the eldest brother and the second brother they transferred a batch, and Yuanzhou City lost another batch, and there are not many dead soldiers in the palace recently, and the consumption is a little large."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Tong nodded: "In that case, you go to the ancestral hall and let your seventh uncle and eleventh uncle accompany you, it seems that you have to find some more people to cultivate."

"Yes, Father."

"Well, go ahead and do it."

After sending Wang Kan away, the elders were also ready to get up and leave, and said to Wang Dao: "Kan'er's ability is not inferior to his two brothers, but the qualifications are too poor to practice, which is a pity." "Hehe, they

are all brothers, even if they can't practice well to assist his eldest brother and second brother, will the family still treat him badly in the future?"

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"Master, can you teach me that magical ability that can hear distant sounds?" Manzhu said suddenly.

A sound far away? It's a sound to save the suffering.

"How do you want to learn this?" He asked.

Manzhu thought for a while, then raised his head and said with serious eyes: "In this way, if Master encounters danger in the future, I can hear to save you."

"Haha save me? It would be nice if you didn't let the teacher save you. Meng Yuan laughed.

Then he shook his head: "It's not that the teacher won't teach you, but you can't learn it, which requires a profound Dharma realm."

Most of these powers require comprehension of the Dharma to learn, and Mandrup now has close to zero understanding of the Dharma except for the vest sutra.

However, Meng Yuan remembered a magical ability that he didn't use much: "You can learn this."

Calling the wind and rain, this magical power does not require any Dharma practice, it was originally obtained when he accepted Manzhu as an apprentice, and then passed on the manzhu and Dharma seal.

Although Meng Yuan guessed that Manzhu was a dragon woman, she seemed to be unable to transform into a dragon except for the occasional fine scales on her body, nor did she have the magical powers of dragons, such as calling wind and rain, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, etc., which may be related to her life and encounter.

Sure enough, not long after Meng Yuan transmitted this magical power, Manzhu was able to control some breezes and drizzles, faster than Meng Yuan's original practice.

"Wow, it's so cool!"

The master and apprentice practiced while hurrying, but it made the boring journey more joyful, and the boundary monument between Gaoling County and Yuanzhou flashed away.

All the way to Luoxia Town, when he reached a black pine forest, Meng Yuan suddenly stopped and looked ahead.

I saw a group of ants straddling the middle of the road, neither walking nor chaotic, as if they were blocking him from advancing.

All living beings have spirits, Meng Yuan secretly praised.

Immediately dismounted, squatted down and gently put his fingers into the ant colony, sure enough not to bite him, he said: "Thank you for your kindness, go back to the cave quickly, so as not to hurt for a while."

As soon as the words fell, suddenly the black-pressed ants drilled towards the cracks in the rocks next to the road.

And Meng Yuan raised his head to look at the black pine forest, I don't know when there were already a few more figures, and there was an acquaintance.

Wang Kan rode on a jujube-red horse and teased: "It actually made me wait one more night."

Watching Meng Yuan wait for those ants to disperse before getting up, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "You are a monk from a theater who is more compassionate than those true monks, don't you think that this way your Buddha will take you into bliss?"

"What nonsense with him, in the early stage of building a foundation realm, kill it directly." The middle-aged man next to him with a gloomy face said.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Wang Kan's eyes: "That Eleventh Uncle, be careful."

"Hmph, you can crush it at will, be careful of what."

Saying that, the middle-aged man stepped on his feet, and a flame in his hand burned his hands red, and the burning breath made the pine needles on the ground crackle.

Rumble!

"Old Eleven's Chiyan palm has already been refined!" There are also two people who came with Wang Kan, both of whom are the children of the previous generation of the Wang family, both of whom have been practicing for a long time in the foundation building realm, and if they deal with a normal foundation building early stage, they can be described as holding a handle.

Just as soon as the words fell, a figure flew back.

It was Wang Eleven, who had just been imposing.

"Huh?"

Everyone looked up, Meng Yuan's head was full of flames, and his body was unclean, and Wang Kan's eleventh uncle's Chiyan palm not only did not hurt him, but was punched back by himself.

Suddenly, his face turned red and he got up and roared angrily: "It's me who is careless, come again!"

"This person is a little unusual, let's go together." Wang Kan Seventh Uncle stretched out his hand to stop him, his cultivation was the highest, and he could sense that although the monk on the other side was just standing there at this moment, it seemed like a big mountain blocking the front, giving him an unshakable sense of oppression. Immediately, the

three of them each made their own magical powers, and even took out the magic weapon, slashed their heads and covered their faces and killed Meng Yuan.

In terms of the realm of spiritual power, these three people are two late foundation building and one middle foundation building, even in the county town, they are also a figure, and at this moment, they actually joined forces to surround and kill a young monk who was less than double ten.

And Meng Yuan did not refuse these sparring sparring sent up, otherwise he could be captured by summoning Yasha directly.

Although he had all kinds of magical powers, and even fought with the existence of the Transformation God Realm, he really did not have much experience in the battle between cultivators, and he happened to be familiar at the moment.

The aftermath of the four-person fight rolled up a piece of wind and sand, and several figures loomed, Meng Yuan was more and more handy with his divine foot, which made them feel as if they were being played!

All of a sudden, everyone showed their housekeeping skills.

The roaring flames instantly began to burn around, and a claw hook surrounded in mid-air like a poisonous snake, seemingly giving a fatal blow at any time, and there was a large puff of poisonous smoke that suddenly spewed out of the mouth of the Wang Family Lao Qi.

It seems that the end is already preordained.

Wang Kan was riding on a horse, his eyes were erratic, but the corners of his mouth were set off with a weird smile.