On the Nalanda platform, the atmosphere was solemn. The old monk was about to pass away, and he was silent, and he saluted eleven times, "Uncle, the monks don't speak, why do you scold me?" He didn't know that the old monk wanted to pass on the credit to him.

The old monk's robe began to deflat, his face became dark, and he barely squeezed out a smiling face, and said, "Yizhu, Uncle Shi has never invited God." Because Master knows that we who believe in Buddhism never ask for anything. The more you ask, the more troubles you have. These so-called gods and Buddhas are not here to ask for anything. Today, for the teacher to cross his own people, it can be regarded as a request. Best wishes. The green lamp shattered, and the lamp oil fell on the old monk, igniting a nameless karmic fire.

The old monk's head hung down, and his life was exhausted.

The white-clothed monk looked at the karmic fire, and the Buddha called a dozen, "Amitabha." And he said no more, as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with him. Yizhu looked at the black and gold-like body of the old monk, chanting the old monk. Yang Fan looked at the clouds in the sky and didn't know what to say. The old monk has always said that the Dharma is to transcend himself.

The green lantern was finally extinguished, and the front hall sang and murmured, and the presiding abbot got up to incense. The host looked up and seemed to see a tear in the corner of the Buddha's eye. The abbot wiped his eyes, incredibly surprised.

On the Nalanda platform, Yizhu continued to chant sutras. The white-clothed monk Muyu couldn't stop talking.

Yizhu finally finished reciting the Sutra of the Dead, opened his eyes, turned his back to the sky, and said, "Live up to it." ”

Behind the golden light, a huge Buddha statue appeared in the clouds. The golden light pierced through the clouds, tearing through the clouds powerfully, and conjuring up clouds and smoke in the air. A thunderbolt came through the clouds, and a bamboo did not move like a mountain. Thunder escapes. The purple thunder and lightning directly hit the cloud shadow of the thirty-three zhang Buddha.

A whisk of dust came from the sky, disturbing the sea of clouds that had been pierced by thunder. The white-clothed monk raised his eyebrows. Instantly soared into the air, and the robes agitated. glared angrily, and shouted: "Yizhu has something to do today, and you will be asked to wear linen and filial piety in Longhu Mountain, and the blood will flow like a river!" ”

Yang Fan looked towards the sky, a blue-clothed old Taoist bearded hair lowered his eyebrows, saw the white-clothed monk galloping over, and sneered: "What a big breath!" Then let's see if you are crying in Wannian Temple, or if I am laughing in Longhu Mountain. ”

Yang Fan was speechless for a while, this old Taoist even took advantage of a cruel word. Wannian Temple is still crying and laughing, thanks to his brazenness, he can say so confidently.

The white-clothed monk slashed directly at the old Taoist head with his bare hands. "Xuanyuan Chen, if you shoot at a junior, you are really a scum." The white-clothed monk shouted.

"Hmph, shot? Your Wannian Temple is the first to provoke. This little monk stole my Longhu Mountain hanging coffin first, and we came to get it back, shouldn't we? Xuanyuan Chen glanced at the monk Yizhu who was sitting on the platform of the lando, and sneered: "It seems that today is really the right time." ”

"Hanging coffin?" The white-clothed monk glanced at the monk Yizhu sitting on the platform of the landa.

Thunder roared. Like two great dragons, black and red are intertwined. Yizhu looked at the thunderstorm in the sky, folded his hands, and still didn't move. There is no intention of making a move. The golden light in the clouds was released, and a bamboo shot out, and his right hand pushed forward. One trick to see the door.

"Demon subduing vajra, tiger long empty road long. I haven't seen you in a long time. "A bamboo finger flicked on the vajra, and the transformation was not formed. In other words, Yizhu used the strength of the Shattered Star Realm to resist the vajra.

"Hand over the hanging coffin, self-abandonment, and the old way can let you go." The tiger pointed at a bamboo across the void, and a large talisman covered the surface. Yizhu is in danger, if he goes to resist the thunder tribulation, this spiritual power talisman will directly suppress him, if he resists the Dao talisman, the thunder tribulation is difficult to resist.

The white-clothed monk forced Xuanyuan Lao Dao away with one palm, and attacked directly towards the tiger sky.

A bamboo 10,000-character seal went to the Dao talisman and said, "Uncle Shi, ascend to Bliss early." ”

The thunderstorm came, and the old monk behind Yizhu suddenly burst out and withstood all the thunderstorms. "All-inclusive, old man goes." The old monk was entangled in thunder, and although his internal strength was lost, he still flew towards the tiger's sky.

In the face of the old monk who had lost his vitality, there was a fraudulent corpse, and even Yang Fan and Luo Yifei were startled. Now that Bu Laodao is not present, Yang Fan can only shrink his head, and then go out indiscriminately, it is good to be recognized, if he is bombarded into cannon fodder, he will really die a suffocated death. Fortunately, I didn't carry the well-dressed mound at the beginning, otherwise, it is estimated that it would have been the result of being hunted down.

Bang!

Hu Changkong's pupils shrank, "Jue'an!" He was shocked. The dark gold body carried the rolling thunder tribulation and blasted directly into the tiger sky. The thunderclouds that had dispersed in the sky instantly recondensed. The thunder tribulation can only be carried by oneself, and if it is replaced by others, it will only be punished by the thunder tribulation. Dozens of heavenly thunderbolts fell violently, turning the space of Hu Changkong and Jue'an into a thunder pool.

Here, a bamboo golden light blooms, and golden lotus emerges. The face of the giant Buddha in the sea of clouds gradually became clear, and it was a bamboo itself. An Zimu looked at Lei Tribulation and was a little frightened. Every thunderbolt is deadly.

Xuanyuan Chen frowned, vaguely felt that something was wrong, and stared at Lei Chi vigilantly. This is not the vision that should be expected to break through the middle realm at all. His naked eyes jumped, and he almost couldn't hold the dust in his hand.

A bamboo volley jumped up in the air, sitting in the center of the swastikh seal of the Giant Buddha in the sea of clouds, and his breath began to skyrocket. The Big Buddha Buddha is full of light, soaring into the sky.

Hongyuan, who was standing at the door of the main hall, knelt down and said excitedly: "Buddha...... The Buddha is alive, my Buddha is compassionate! ”

A bald head rushed to hear the sound, saw the golden light of the back mountain, the virtual image of the Buddha took off, and they knelt down to worship, with a pious face. Yang Fan was thrilled. At such a level, he had only seen it at the peak of Beiwudang, but he didn't expect that the two old thieves who came here were both congenital middle realms. In the rivers and lakes, it is also an existence that can be independent, and it is not a problem to start a sect.

The thunder tribulation finally dissipated, and the tiger was covered in blood, completely devoid of the original immortal wind bones. Hu Changkong roared frantically: "Dragon Tiger Mountain and Wannian Temple are endless!" ”

Xuanyuan Chen saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "Brother Tiger, the general trend has gone today, and it will retreat quickly." Xuanyuan Lao Dao saw that Seng Yizhu's aura had skyrocketed, and he joined forces with the white-clothed monk, and his strength was comparable, and Hu Changkong was seriously injured, so he wanted to retreat.

"Amitabha, the two Taoist masters destroyed my uncle's body, so let's stay." Yizhu's expression was indifferent, the golden Buddha volleyed in the air, and his spirit was complete. The arms were like a long ape climbing, and they hit the head of the tiger directly. Tiger Lao Dao was like a kite with a broken string, and he was pressed to the ground.

Xuanyuan Chen, who was still fighting with the white-clothed monk, saw that the situation was not secondary, and hurriedly made a move. The dust leaned forward, rolling towards the body of the tiger in the sky. He had a very bad feeling that he was going to be in the quagmire when he sent the Buddha to the west today. (To be continued......)