There was a huge swastika suspended in the sky above the Scripture Pavilion, exuding a majestic righteousness in the golden light, and the tall trees around seemed to have been drained of the power of nature, the grass and trees withered rapidly, and the trunks of the big trees withered and lost their water.

"The Buddha said: Bodhisattva Mahasattva, when he walked deep Prajnaparamita, the four great and five yin were empty and selfless, and he saw that there were two kinds of differences between the use of the mind, what are the clouds, one is pure and the other is dyed with the heart. These two mental realms are naturally ......"

The monks knocked on the wooden fish to recite the Sanskrit sound Buddhism, and they exuded Buddha light all around them, like a golden Buddha possessed, and finally the gentle Buddha language turned into a loud shout:

"The Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

The golden glittering "swastika" seemed to be touched by a force from outside the sky, and the breaking of some kind of flail caused a heavy object to fall, and it fell from the sky, pulling the flow of the surrounding air and rubbing it into a soaring fire.

"The Pavilion of the Scriptures is gone......"

I don't know which monk was the first to say this, causing an uproar around, and then there was a small sob, the monks put their hands together and prayed, there are three uniques in Shaolin, the hiding place of the ancient scriptures and scrolls of the past dynasties - the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the challenge of the essence of martial arts - Bronze Man Lane, the relics left behind after the death of the abbots of the Shaolin dynasties, and now the thousand-year-old pavilion is about to be destroyed, so how can they not feel distressed.

"This is the only way to save Wang Feng, the Buddha said that saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, and this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is also ruined, Amitabha."

A monk stood up with a wooden fish, the corners of his eyes were moist, the greatest belief of all monks is to be able to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to practice, and now this sacred and great place has been destroyed.

"Quack!"

The piercing sound sounded, like the sound of silk being torn, and the huge "swastika" hit the magic circle on the periphery of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the two golden lights suppressed each other, and the golden light "swastika" was obviously in the upper hand, pressing the magic circle to crack the cracks, and the magic circle with strong defensive power in the eyes of everyone was like a fragile eggshell in front of the golden light "swastika" at this moment.

Rumble!

In the end, the magic circle on the periphery of the Scripture Pavilion could not resist the strong oppression, and shattered like an eggshell, turning into a little golden light and withering in the air, and the huge "swastika" pressed towards the Scripture Pavilion with an unstoppable thing, and the blue bricks and glazed rubble began to break and shatter.

"Wang Feng is still inside!" Shi Xiaolan was shocked.

Tie Dakai grabbed Shi Xiaolan and explained: "The Great Day Rulai Mantra has the benevolence of a Buddha, it can destroy everything, but it can not hurt a single life, even if it is just an ant, it will not die." ”

Shi Xiaolan raised her eyes to look at the withered flowers and trees around her, pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Could it be that in the eyes of Buddhism, trees are not life?" ”

Tie Dakai shook his head: "These trees are willing to sacrifice, just now you brothers and sisters communicated with them in Sanskrit and Buddhist language, and they are willing to sacrifice themselves to save Wang Feng." ”

"Communicating with trees? You're kidding me! ”

Shi Xiaolan opened her mouth, and this sentence came out of her mouth, but at the same time, a male voice said exactly the same thing, and the two voices appeared at the same time, superimposed together to appear unusually clear.

Everyone moved their gaze from Shi Xiaolan to another place, and they were horrified to see that Wang Feng was already standing at the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, his figure was extremely thin, and his face was shriveled, like a person who had experienced a famine, but his eyes were unprecedentedly clear and clear, as if he had seen through the reincarnation of the world.

"He's fine! Damn, what now! ”

A rough-tempered warrior monk slapped his thigh, since Wang Feng was fine, wouldn't it be in vain for them to cast the Great Rulai Curse, and they also destroyed the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!

"Buddhists should not be in a hurry, it seems that we have done too much, and we have also destroyed the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." A monk shook his head and sighed.

"This is an act of saving people, and the Buddha will not blame us when he sees it, Amitabha."

Another monk was holding the wooden fish, Tie Dakai lowered his head when he heard this, destroying the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he had an unshirkable responsibility.

At this time, Wang Feng suddenly closed his eyes and folded his hands, and sentences of Sanskrit Buddhist words appeared from his mouth: "Nan Wu Drink Hello Na Dora Yeya, Nan Wu Ah Yaya, Brahrutra Emperor, Shuo Bo Lo Ya, Bodhisattva Bha, Mahasattva Bha. Maha, Kalu Nigaya, Om, Saghara Punishment Drag, Shu Tana Tan, Nam None, Sigi Chestnut ......"

This is an important mantra for the supreme bodhicitta to help the world and cross people, and to cultivate and become a Buddha, even if Wang Feng is not a disciple of Buddhism, every word of it contains the true work of waiting for enlightenment, without the slightest hypocrisy.

At this moment, something shocking happened, the rubble on the huge "swastika" crushing the ground and rolled down, and its speed was actually half a minute slower, as if it was being held up by some kind of force.

A monk's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Senior brothers, don't help Wang Feng's benefactor!" ”

"Nam no drink Rata Dora Yaya, Nam no Agaya, Brahrukti, Shimmer Bowla, Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, Mahasattva Babaya. Maha, Kalu Nigaya, Om, Sagara Punishment Drag, Shu Tana Tana Writing, Nan Wu Siji Li ......"

The sound of the wooden fish percussion sounded, accompanied by the Sanskrit sound of the monks, the sound echoed in the forest, as if the invisible force was spreading outward, and a golden light cover rose from Wang Feng's feet in vain, like a big hand holding the huge golden light "swastika" character.

"Holy! What's going on! How can Wang Feng also know how to practice Buddhism!? ”

Shi Xiaolan was shocked, Buddhism Sanskrit is one of the mantra exercises, and it is also difficult to practice, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to exert its power without decades of penance, the most important thing is to be sincere to the Buddha, Shi Xiaolan thinks about Wang Feng's character, it is impossible for him to believe in Buddhism at all, how can he know the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism?

"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and the power of Buddhism can be used by anyone as long as the heart is sincere."

Tie Dakai's eyes were full of horror, and he was actually convincing himself by saying such words.

Shi Xiaolan's contemptuous gaze drifted over: "Then why do you only know Shaolin martial arts, but not Buddhist Sanskrit." ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin ......"

Tie Dakai hurriedly folded his hands, this face was lost, he couldn't use it as a disciple of Buddhism, Wang Feng just stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion these days to perform the Buddhist Sanskrit sound, and it was also the highest Dharma decision.

"It seems that I have always had no Buddha fate in Sanskrit Buddhism, Wang Feng's benefactor, a person who is destined!"

"Humph! He is nothing to be associated with the Buddha, but he is just a hooligan, the blind cat meets the dead mouse, and the Buddha is stupid to have a relationship with him......"

Shi Xiaolan didn't finish speaking, her eyes moved to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the big hand formed by the monks and Wang Feng's Sanskrit Sound Buddhism flashed with golden light, the huge "swastika" fell into the palm of the big hand, the big hand shook suddenly, the word "swastika" was quietly broken, scattered all over the sky with golden light, and the slightly damaged Tibetan Scripture Pavilion looked solemn and simple in the golden light, like a fairyland Penglai.

It is like the Buddhas descending in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the solemn and sacred momentum is unobstructed, and the monks have folded their hands and chanted the Buddha's words and bowed, pious and resolute.