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Since ancient times, Lingshan is the holy land of Buddhism, its height is not the top, ordinary mortals can only look at its shadow but it is difficult to find the fact, only in the early morning morning sun reflects the color, the glow shines at that moment appears in the north direction of the fairy tower in the rain flower city, but a quarter of an hour will disappear, wait until the twilight Sihe, the moment the sun sets, the fruit tree that is full of plants in the city suddenly blooms, when it opens, it falls, the flowers rain one after another, and the fragrance overflows the city.

Previously, because of the name of Lingshan, this city was called Wangbei City, later Emperor Taizu Han Zhe played here, it was just the twilight time, saw its scenery is beautiful, the beauty is indescribable, so this city was changed to Yuhua City.

It's a pity that soon after Han Zhe returned, he was sick and returned to heaven, and now ten generations of emperors have risen and fallen, but this Yuhua City is still as beautiful as before, but the people of the past have become walking corpses and demons all over the ground.

Huitong was surrounded at the gate of the city, the soldiers behind him raised their guns and raised their spears, less than an inch behind their backs, and they were also a little scared of good deeds, he was a demon soul who was not fully integrated, if it wasn't for half of the finger bones to protect his body, how could he be allowed to act so recklessly.

In such a hurry, he reached out and grabbed Huitong's wrist, and it happened that half of the phalanges were held in the palm of his hand, exposed, and a soaring demonic breath burst out instantly, and the surrounding corpses and demons took a look, looked at each other and then separated from the left and right, and retreated.

The little monk frowned, dragged the good deeds and strode slowly, and said secretly in his heart: This Yuhua City is a place on the verge of the Holy Land of Lingshan, so many walking corpses and demons, how can the Buddhas of Lingshan not know?

The more he walked forward, he saw that the corpses of many monks were devoured by dog-headed demonic beasts, and the ground was dripping with blood, and the unjust qi formed a mysterious wind, blowing up the blood-stained petals that swirled on the bluestone brick ground, floating over his white monk's robes, leaving a little blooming red plum.

"He's not a demon, kill him quickly" A voice that seemed to be a man and not a man and a woman was not a woman floating in the void, and when the corpse people and demons heard this, they manipulated the things next to them at will and hit Huitong.

"I see who dares" Shanxi was quite anxious, and forgot his identity for a while, he came out from behind the little monk, tightly clutched half of the phalanges, and his body was full of demonic breath, and his eyes were blood-red, like a hell rakshasa.

The surroundings really stopped and did not dare to move forward, and suddenly there was a sneer in the air, and Shanji felt a cold ice between his wrists, and then, he saw a bloody light flying out of his side, and he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down, the hand holding the half of the phalanges was suddenly gone.

"Ah" A miserable scream was not finished, but he was covered by Huitong and dragged behind him, and a black shadow suddenly fell in mid-air, with a yin and yang face and a yin and yang body, which was Yin Yang, one of the thirteen demons.

Stepping barefoot on a ball of water, standing in mid-air and laughing at the two.

Huitong jumped up, and without saying a word, he had already clapped several palms in a row, and countless Buddha lights with the word 'swastika' shot out, which were about to hit his body, but he was blocked by the walking corpses and demons he lifted, unscathed.

"I advise you to waste your efforts, if you accidentally kill someone, it will be a violation of the precepts of Buddhism, but it's okay, we are a monk with a thousand faces, and you may be able to sit on the throne when you come to our demon world," Yin Yang said, laughing sarcastically.

The green tendons on both sides of Huitong's forehead bulged, and his big eyes narrowed, showing a hint of ruthlessness, which was actually a rare anger.

"How did you demons break the seal, abandon the demon body to create so many walking corpses and demons, what is the purpose, if you say it, the poor monk can still have a trace of Duer's heart, if you don't say it, the poor monk is not a soft-hearted monk" Hui Channel.

"You are the only one left in the monk, and you dare to speak so loudly and be ashamed to kill this seat" Yin Yang said with a wave of his big hand, and the corpses and demons all over the city swarmed up, hoes, shovels, and burning sticks in mid-air, and the protective light shield erected by Huitong could only block the demon's breath, but it could not stop the popularity, those cunning people, put away the demonic nature, just manipulated people's instincts, and punched and kicked at Huitong.

The little monk didn't dare to go over and exert his strength, just blindly dodged the defense, and hid behind the signboard of a ready-to-wear shop, looking at Huitong who was knocked to the ground, his face was pale and trembling.

The reason why these walking corpses and demons are so powerful is because they are people with demonic powers, and they have innate immunity to Buddha light, which means that the little monk does not hurt when he hits him with a spell, and he can only be freed by using absolute brute force and killing him.

After a few blows on the back, a woman took a kitchen knife and slashed off a piece of flesh off her left shoulder, and blood splattered, instantly staining the monk's robe.

"Lord Luohan, I'll help you" The good deeds really couldn't stand it, and he also used an iron scale on his side, took off the chain on his head, and rushed up against the demon group.

"No" Huitong raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, and spit out the word with difficulty, but it was too late, and the good deeds had already inserted the weighing rod into the woman's skull, and the moment he pulled it out, he took it back a few steps, and fell to the ground with a pop.

"You are a Buddha, you can't kill, but I'm a demon, don't be afraid," Shanji trembled and raised the iron rod in his hand, shouting while fighting.

"Hmph, ant generation" Yin Yang, who was watching the show in mid-air, raised his hand and spread his palms, his fingertips moved slightly, and he felt a pain in his forehead, and the demon soul instantly flew out of his eyes and landed in Yin Yang's claws.

"How dare you betray the Demon Realm," Yin Yang asked with a sneer, looking at the little demon who couldn't even transform into an ordinary shape.

"I want to be a man, not a demon, I am a human, not a demon" The little devil roared with his teeth and claws, at this moment, it aroused his blood, life and death were imminent, fear turned into grief and anger, so that it didn't care.

"It's ridiculous, ants don't deserve to exist in this world" Yin Yang said, a black light burst out in his palm, and the little devil shouted in pain: "Master Buddha, save me"

Huitong rushed out of the demon group, stood in the void, backed a fruit tree, looked at the little devil who turned into black light, frowned and closed his eyes.

"Hahaha, look, this is the so-called Buddha, he can't save the demon" Yin Yang laughed, with the mana in his palm, the little devil cried and turned into nothingness.

Huitong closed his eyes, his face was expressionless, but the Buddha's heart was painful and unbearable, it was a demon, and he had just killed someone, if he was saved, what was the difference between it and the devil; But what is the difference between those who have not saved my kindness and the devil?

What is the difference between a demon and a Buddha.......

"Ah........h

Huitong looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was grieving in his heart, like expressing sorrow and entanglement, countless Buddhist principles were coiled in his heart, he endured ten generations of catastrophe for the sake of fruition, thousands of difficulties, never wavered, but only at this moment, the soul swayed, and the mind was turbulent.

"Don't kill me yet" Yin Yang saw that Huitong's body was full of golden light, and the 'swastika' calligraphy between his foreheads formed a pillar of light to the sky, shaking his head slightly, showing a nine-zhang Arhat golden body, with the sky above his head, stepping on mountains and rivers, his facial features were exactly the same as his mortal body, wearing a golden lin shaking veil Buddha robe, and a bright 'swastika' law seal on his bare chest shone brightly, as if he was an outsider in the world.

As soon as King Kong's angry eyes opened, he knocked Yin Yang to the ground in an instant, unable to move.

Yin Yang's body was burned by the light of the Buddha's eyes in incomparable pain, and he hurriedly commanded the walking corpses and demons to move forward, but he turned around, turned into a cloud of black gas, and fled.

"That little devil did not hesitate to expose his identity in order to save you, and was killed by Yin Yang, but you stood by and watched, not to rescue, Linggaye, I saw you wrong" The voice of the deadly butterfly suddenly came in his mind, Huitong's eyes wept, and the golden body was sad and mournful, and for a time the wind in the city was fierce, the sky was full of dark clouds, the earth was cracked, the house collapsed, and countless walking corpses and demons were pulled into the abyss by a strange force, screaming and crying.

"If I want to become a Buddha, I must become a demon" Huitong suddenly opened his closed eyes, the Dharma seal on his forehead turned from gold to a strange blood red, his fingertips twisted with red sandalwood Buddha beads, and his mouth spat out proverbs, and the words were shining gold.

Turning into the body of the Buddha, sitting or lying or standing, or static or moving or looking, real or virtual or derivative, entangled into a huge red-eyed golden dragon, swaying into the sky, pitching up, spitting out Zen dragon breath, pushing all the corpses and demons who fled in all directions into the abyss.

The sky is dark, the earth is empty, all the walking corpses and demons are buried, a hundred cities turned into nothingness in an instant, that night, the people who are still intact all invariably have a terrible dream, in the dream a gold-robed monk's eyes are thick, tears fall into the mortal dust, heaven and earth cry together, the sun and the moon are sad, countless black shadows fall into the abyss, suddenly, there is a click in the dark night, the gold-robed monk is split in half from head to toe, nine jade-colored stones are scattered all over the world, with the moment of landing, a raging fire was ignited.

"Lingaya, wake up, something has happened to Lingshan"

"Master, Master, come to us, Master"

"It's not good, the demons are coming, run"

"No, we can't kill"

"Since I started, I have already sacrificed to the Buddha"

Countless voices echoed in his ears, Huitong opened his eyes, stood up in the void, looked at the abyss under his feet, stood on his chest with one palm, and said, "Amitabha"

With a wave of the long sleeves, the earth returned to its original state, and it teleported in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, a golden light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the spiritual mountain actually appeared at this moment.

The Buddha seal of the word "swastika" between the forehead has disappeared, the golden body of the nine-zhang Arhat has been destroyed, and now he has no sorrow and no joy, no resentment and no anger, no regret and no hatred, if the truth is ethereal, the sky is not limited.

Driving the clouds straight to the top of Daoling Mountain, the colorful glow flows under the feet, the jade lotus blooms full of immortal ponds, Bodhi trees, purple golden bamboo, Lingshan Temple, he suddenly remembered that he had built a temple in his fifth life, recruited destined disciples, and created an ideal Buddha world.

This Lingshan is his broken Buddha finger and transformed, Lingshan Temple is also built by him, this place is comparable to the realm of the seven heavens of the fairy world, and the monks of Lingjia Yepu are his disciples.

Step into the Buddha gate, is a dry and exhausted corpse, the white monk robe hung on the thin torso, with the wind column sound, from the Mahavira Hall to the Linggara Buddha King Great Temple, are a common monk corpse, every time passing by a corpse, you can see their last incarnation before death, all of them were beaten to death by the walking corpse and demons, and never resisted.

The blood candlestick turned into a deep river, and ten thousand monks buried the fruit of mercy.

Life and death are the path of reincarnation, and Qiankun He Li Amitabha.

Huitong stepped on the blood mark, his body was like a thin bamboo, he walked into the great temple, stood in front of the court, looked up at the statue of himself standing on it, the corners of his white lips trembled slightly, and for a long time, a series of laughter overflowed lowly......