Suddenly, a loud shout came from the old man's mouth, and the black smoke around him immediately disappeared without a trace.

Mo Cang's complexion changed suddenly, and the illusory figure coughed up a few black smokes, and the interruption of ordinary spells would cause a terrifying backlash, not to mention this kind of anti-heaven immortal technique, her soul power had been hit hard, if it weren't for Jiang Chang'an's years of ancient spiritual power, her soul would have been scattered.

"Poof!"

Jiang Changan finally couldn't bear it, coughing up blood, his body couldn't move, he didn't even have the time to take out the measuring ruler and the demon refining pot, his body shook for a while, wisps of scarlet blood overflowed from his mouth, he roared in pain, and his whole body was almost shattered.

Bang Bang Bang ......

With a few sounds, the clothes on his body were torn, many parts of his skin exploded, flesh and bones were scattered, the spectacle was terrifying, and other parts were also cracking.

When he was dying, the old man's sleeve robe was folded, and the ancient picture scroll was put into his pocket, and even Jiang Chang'an, who was completely fainting, was locked into the picture scroll.

......

The night on the Linxian Peak obscured all the shadows, but it gave rise to endless ugliness and evil, even the kindest and most beautiful people will become ugly at this moment, just like the monk who was still chanting the Buddha one moment ago, and the next moment he became a million-dollar slaughter.

"The poor monk had the privilege of seeing those seven people, and saving people from their hands was like a chestnut from the fire, and it was as difficult as ascending to the sky. "The wound on the chest of the Buddha's robe healed little by little.

"Then when you came to the door today, did you persuade me to save people, or did you prevent me from saving people?"

Buddha Yi chuckled: "The origin is extinguished, and the fate is empty." All things are impermanent, there must be life and death, and if you are not attached to birth and death, your mind will be silent and do not think. Everything flows, nothing stays forever, maybe this is the life of Master Jiang. ”

"Looks like it's stopping me. Her tone was low, and the blade of the sword in her hand was cold again!

In an instant, the wound on the monk's chest was healed as before, the two palms were closed, and the Buddha beads swam in the air around the tiger's mouth.

"Tuk Tuk" a few meditations, a stream of red light into his eyes, with the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, the eyes of the Buddha Yi changed into two balls of fire, around the pupils a circle of red light dots swirling, as if the entire heaven and earth were gathered and summarized, burning all living beings' karmic fire, extinguishing the charm and spirit.

"Buddha's eyes! This monk has a pair of real Buddha's eyes!" The white kite's face is like the color of the earth, a pair of real Buddha's eyes, but there is no real Buddha in the world for a long time, how can there be Buddha's eyes to speak of? Unless it is the primeval period when the heavens and the earth are beginning to open and the sun and the moon are chaotic, there are Buddhas in the strange world.

The Buddha's eye is not as innate as the eye of heaven, it can be obtained by virtue of the heavenly fate, and it is not an acquired root like the Bodhi eye, if you want to have this eye, you must be a true Buddha who is truly beyond the world to have, and the golden pupil in the center of the eyeball is called the golden moon, and the size of the sesame seed around it

The blood beads are called stars, 5,000 years to promote the birth of a little starlight, and there are eighteen in the eyes of the Buddha's clothes in front of him in series to form a line, which has contributed to the image of the stars and the moon, this monk has a god in his hand 100,000 years ago, what is the origin? !

The Buddha's robe rests on the void, and the tattered robe dances wildly in the wind.

"The temple of the Futu Emperor is ineffective for the donor, but the poor monk still has the Buddha's eye, and he is willing to use this meager strength to cross the donor to break free from the sea of suffering!"

Those bright eyes shone brightly in the night, scorching and shining, and the eye could penetrate everything.

An Juntang was motionless, but at that moment when he looked at himself, the Jade Heart Sword was already unsheathed!

The battle between the strong is often in a single thought, and no one can see what is really happening between the two?

In a short moment, it was just a snap of a finger in the eyes of others, but for the two of them, there were thousands of killings, and in the end, they only heard a painful sigh, the Buddha light in their eyes was secretly silenced, and the Buddha's clothes covered his left eye with one hand, and this time, the dazzling bloodshot continued to flow out of it.

The eyeball rolled into the mud and dust on the ground, turning into a puddle of blood at the last moment when it stopped rolling, leaving only a hollow and terrible hole in the handsome cheek.

"I have slaughtered three or two immortals, and it is the first time to slaughter Buddha. An Juntang looked at him coldly, "Nian you are also a poor person, I only take one eye from you today, doesn't the Buddha often turn a blind eye?"

The Buddha's clothes were painful for a moment, as if they had turned back into unconscious stone people, and they tore off a strand of cloth from their robes to wrap half of their faces, and shook their heads with a wry smile: "From love to worry, from love to fear." Even if he is the host of the reincarnation of the green lantern, he can't resist the destiny of heaven after all. ”

The empress smiled, with a calm smile: "He said, I don't believe in the mandate of heaven, so I don't believe it either." 'Tribulation' is a word he likes very much, he is my Zen, and it is also an endless calamity, but the Buddha does not tell us how many calamities we have to go through, he always stands tall and laughs without saying a word. ”

She looked at this wooden man whose head was full of Dharma, and her eyes were compassionate: "I know that as long as the Dharma in the world remains, your body will be immortal, but the Buddha's eyes have no power to regenerate. ”

The murderous aura on the half of the cheeks dyed red by the Buddha's clothes rose sharply, and he really moved the murderous intent: "Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, I knew 100,000 years ago that you are not a human or a demon, but just a wisp of Buddha's thoughts. ”

The corners of her mouth suddenly hooked up an imperceptible arc, like a smile, but also like a sarcasm: "I have seen your face before, as early as 30,000 years ago. ”

Hearing this, the quiet cheeks of the Buddha's clothes could no longer hold on, and for the first time they showed horror, as if they had heard the most terrifying thing in the world.

An Juntang's voice was very good, but it lingered like a nightmare in his ears: "If a person wants to gain something, he has to lose more. Shakyamuni Bodhi Buddha came to enlightenment for seven years, and when he returned from Buddhahood, he shed a tear...

...”

The green tendons on the back of the Buddha's palms burst out, the eyes bulged, and the handsome face couldn't help twitching.

She continued: "Heaven and earth have a law, and they are all in their own right. If Shakyamuni wanted to become a high Buddha, he had to give up what others could not give up. That is, seven emotions and six desires, joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, even the first emperor of creation, has not broken this spell, 'if you want to find the avenue, you must first break the delusion' to kill the three thoughts of human desire, nothing more. ”

"And you, just a desire he gave up, what is it? 30,000 years ago, I met a monk who was exactly like you, named 'Anger', what about you? greed, stupidity, hatred?"

The Buddha's hand supported by the Buddha's robe was a little reluctant, crumbling, closing the remaining eye to chant the Buddha's concentration, but the cold sweat on his forehead was dazed.

He strongly dissuaded: "You should know that the so-called green lantern holds the cause and effect of all things, but it alone has no cause and no effect, no way to come, and no place to go." The poor monk once used Buddhism to view his life, but it was always difficult to see the flowers in the fog, and his result would only be one in the end - reincarnation, not rebirth, not death, only wandering in the sea of suffering endlessly. ”

An Juntang said: "You are right, I let him go back then, but do you know why he moved his heart? Then don't pretend to be hypocritical with the world in mind. Your heart is very quiet, and your breath is also very quiet, but this can only show that you are becoming more and more like a piece of grass and trees, like the poor lamp man who once was. ”

After that, she spread out her hand and a cloud of smoke was knocking on the bookbox behind the monk, the wooden box was dilapidated and scattered, and the branches of Zu Bodhi were scattered all over the ground.

The Buddha's clothes were tearing for a while, the liver and intestines were nearly broken, the only remaining eye was bloodshot, the body was crumbling, and in an instant he fell to the ground in despair, grabbed the Bodhi branch all over the ground into his arms, covered it tightly with a robe, and whimpered in a low voice, as if he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures again, and like a sad murmur.

An Juntang looked down at him, shook his head indifferently and said: "The heart has always been the heart of the guest, but the person is the insider." I think my heart is like a rock, but after all, people are not plants. ”

Buddha Yi still didn't have the slightest hatred, he seemed to have never had this kind of emotion, and his voice trembled: "You really don't care about Dao Xiuwei?"

"That is your way, my way, now in Dongling. ”

Buddha Yi said loudly: "But in the end, he is just a lamp, whether you admit it or not, he is the holy treasure in the mouths of those immortals! Just a useful artifact! Just a lamp, that's all." ”

This one-of-a-kind empress had a smile on her face, like a bright moon emerging in the clouds at this moment, everything was clear and clear.

"Yes, he is just a lamp, but he has been with me for half of my life. ”

Thousands of lamps, not as good as a heart lamp.

So, take the fast wind and go to the east with your sleeves!