A huge golden hand that suddenly appeared stretched out from behind Tang Dynasty and shook it lightly at the void in front of him. After clenching the giant hand, he grabbed it back in front of Tang Dynasty, and slowly unfolded, and a green illusory figure was standing on the giant hand. The illusory figure opened its eyes, looked at the giant hand and smiled.

"Monk, you have become a Buddha after all. It doesn't matter if you become a Buddha or a demon. Mengdie is going to be handed over to you, you win me, but you are just one step ahead of me. Cause and effect have not been achieved, even if I am reincarnated, I am still one step behind you. We just met, and there was no cause and effect, and I admit it. I, Mudie, swear that I will never be human again. Hehe......" The figure said with a smile as he looked at the giant hand stretched out from the void. As soon as the words fell, the figure collapsed, and a green butterfly flew out, flew around the Tang Dynasty three times, turned into a little green light, and dissipated in the air.

The sound of a scripture recitation resounded in the void. Golden scripture runes appeared in the air, quickly forming a golden path. The chanting stopped, and the golden road began to burn and break, and finally all dissipated. When the gold and green dissipated, the whole cave was calm again.

"Boss?" Feng Lan leaned over curiously, and then asked.

"Don't ask me, I don't know. Tang Chao shook his head. But he always felt a sense of familiarity, that is, the name "monk". "Let's go. He shook the superfluous thoughts out of his head, and then ordered to move on.

A full day later, Tang Dynasty and others came out of the cave. The entire cave was turned over by them, provoking endless blood bats, which were inexhaustible, and in desperation, several people still fled. After getting out of the cave, the blood bat did not chase it out.

A pontoon bridge appeared in front of the Tang Dynasty and others, with blood-red wood and blood-red ropes, and a pontoon bridge was built. There is also a blood-colored stone tablet in front of the bridge, on which the word "Naihe" is engraved. All of them are blood-colored, giving people a hint of gloom.

"Let's go. Tang Chao felt it, there was nothing special about it, and then said. He took it straight to the bridge, but when he walked into the middle of the bridge, suddenly he stopped.

The Tang Dynasty tried its best to open its eyes, but to no avail. His eyelids seemed to be ten thousand pounds, and he couldn't hold them up at all, and finally closed them slowly. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer on the bridge. Rather, it was a magnificent treasure hall, with countless golden rosettes floating around, and he was in the middle. He looked down and saw himself topless, then tied to a stone tablet. He tried to struggle for a moment, only to realize that he couldn't move at all, or to be precise, he couldn't control the body. He's like a spectator who can see everywhere in front of him.

"Jin Cicada, are you guilty?" a majestic voice resounded throughout the hall, constantly echoing.

"The disciple is not guilty. "The Tang Dynasty found that it was himself who was speaking, to be exact, his possessed body was speaking.

"Why do you want to destroy the scriptures in private? That is a thing that purifies all living beings and relieves the sufferings of the world. As a monk, it is God's duty to help the suffering, but you have privately destroyed those very important scriptures. Another voice asked. Tang Chao secretly saw that it was a person in front of him, on a golden lotus platform a little to the left, who was talking.

"Zen practice, you and I know it well, so why bother asking each other. Hehe...... If it weren't for the poor monk who discovered in time that those few volumes of scriptures were all methods of controlling the gods, I am afraid that the poor monk would have made a big mistake. Tang Chao's body said.

"Jin Cicada, you are a person who has become a Buddha, and you should understand that the way to cultivate Buddha is to cross people out of the sea of suffering and not enter the path of reincarnation. How do you control the gods?" Zen Xing asked.

"If you come to the Buddha, the disciple has nothing to say. The Zen heart contains selfishness, and among the scriptures given to the disciples, several volumes are all texts on controlling the gods. As long as mortals learn it, they will be forcibly crossed. Even if you don't have the heart to become a Buddha, you will take refuge. How can such a strong man's technique and demagogic words appear in my Buddhist scriptures? I also ask the Buddha to learn that the disciples cannot bear to lose themselves and become walking corpses. "Tang Dynasty" said.

"Jin Cicada, can you be guilty?" the voice at the beginning asked again. A golden circle of light appeared in mid-air, enveloping the golden cicada. Circles of golden light continued to wash over the golden cicada's body. Countless runes crawled all over his body.

"Buddha, disciple...... In the clear. My Buddha is merciful, and the people of the world are good, and they will have a good death. But it's definitely not about controlling them and forcing them to believe in our Buddha. Buddha has a fate, this is cause and effect. Jin Cicada said with some pain.

"The golden cicada asks you again, are you guilty?" the voice sounded again.

"The body is without a body, and the pain is painless. Disciple Jin Chan, I don't know what the crime is. Jin Cicada closed his eyes and said loudly. The color of pain faded away.

"Jin Chan, do you know that cultivating Buddha is cultivating cause and effect, and that mortals' mental power can be turned into merit to achieve a golden body and pass through boundless mana?"

"The disciple naturally knows that he can save the suffering, be compassionate, cultivate the power of merit, get out of reincarnation, and cast a golden body. However, the mind should be that a mortal person practices the Dharma, sincerely prays for goodness, and gathers sincerity. If you rely on the method of controlling the gods, everyone can practice Buddhahood, and everyone can be manipulated to become Buddha. How can we get out of the sea of suffering, and how can we be merciful?" asked Jin Chan.

"Everyone to the Buddha, where is the suffering of this mortal world?" asked Rulai rhetorically.

"Could it be ......" Jin Cicada suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the huge golden lotus platform directly opposite, a compassionate figure was sitting on it, it was a golden body. "Could it be that this method of controlling the gods is not done by Zen in private?"

"Jin Cicada, don't forget your identity, you have cultivated the golden body and achieved the Buddha position. Don't still have the idea of seven emotions and six desires, how the mortal world is, it has its own law, and it has nothing to do with you. This seat recites that you have cultivated a golden body, copied the scriptures with Buddhism, spread widely in the mortal world, let the Buddhas occupy the mortal world, open Buddhist temples, gather merits, and promote the prestige of my Buddhism. "Such as the word.

"Haha...... Merit, merit. It turns out that it is just for merit, and under great compassion, it is still difficult to escape the heart of utilitarianism? There are still selfish desires, what kind of Buddha do you cultivate? Such a Buddha, poor monks don't want it. Such a Buddha, the poor monk does not cultivate. The golden cicada roared, and a golden Buddha statue began to condense from his body, and after it took shape, it began to collapse. "If you can't benefit all sentient beings, poor monks don't want to become Buddhas. ”

"Do you still want to disperse the golden body? Golden Cicada, you are deeply guilty and despise the Buddha. Even if you disperse the golden body and destroy the Buddha lotus, you also want to enter reincarnation, so you will be punished for suffering on the Dharma platform, the suffering of the Buddha's words, the pain of soul washing, and after a thousand years, you will naturally be strange to my Buddha again. Zen said. Before the words fell, the palm of his hand erected on his chest, with a flick of his fingers, a golden light shot towards the golden cicada.