Chapter 595: Monk
The arrows shot by Jinghai at this time are similar to vajra, the two sides are raised, and the middle section is connected, which is a handshake!
Originally, Jinghai didn't believe in the Great Buddha, but he doesn't believe in it now, but he has gradually learned about them in the past few years, so he made this special vajra in response to the burning. Vajra is widely used in the Buddha, the thousand-handed Guanyin forty hands are the vajra, it has gold, silver, copper, iron, stone, crystal and other materials, long eight fingers, ten fingers, twelve fingers and other even numbers.
At this time, the vajra was bone, twenty fingers long, and the air waves brought up when shot out were 100 meters long. Vajra is a kind of electric light name of the emperor, and the rate of fire at this time is amazing, as if driven by the Buddha, if it is a finger.
Phew-
The dirt on the ground was lifted up and jerked into the sky.
Burning Purity and Xi He collided with each other, and they couldn't afford any mistakes in a battle of their level. However, they are experienced in combat and can even do it at a time. If it's mediocre, half-heartedness is derogatory, but they are different!
Quickly noticing the strange appearance behind him, he squinted his eyes, and then ripped off the Buddha beads around his neck, and one hundred and eight beads fluttered in the air and appeared behind him. They have the same scriptural light as the Eighteen Arhat Beads, and at this time they form a large circle to block the vajra.
The large circle of the circle is densely covered with scriptures, so as to turn into a large net, and the large net of Buddha light is constantly pushed out, and there is a tendency to be broken.
"Since the moves performed by this female benefactor are the methods of Buddhism!"
"My companions have always been strong. β
There was some pride on Xihe's face, an expression that he only had when he mentioned his companions. Xihe is the god of Luo and the leader of the mercenary group, and the proudest thing about a group leader is his own team member.
"It seems that the old decay may lose. β
Xihe looked in all directions, kicked up, and the Buddha's hand that was pressed down was stopped in the air, and then, he punched the side face of Burn Clean. Even though there is an invisible grandeur outside, this punch still makes the burning eyebrows and beards fall.
The Zen staff came from the side, and the power to save the common people was on the Xi and the abdomen. The grand light that shot from it caused Xi and his body to retreat, but he couldn't continue to attack now, because Burning Pure had to pay attention to the vajra behind him.
The great net of scripture is pulled out about a meter, and this kind of topping is still continuing, and it is constantly strengthening, and it is about to drill out of the great net and hit the incineration. The latter held a Zen staff, ignoring the burning pain on the side of his face, but just pinched the palm of his hand, causing the Buddha bead to shrink violently. One hundred and eight Buddha beads that pulled out the big net gathered together and locked them up with the power of suppressing the demons.
"Fall!"
The Zen staff moved down, and the tightly wrapped vajra gradually fell to the ground, but the corners of Jinghai's mouth seven thousand meters away were slightly hooked. The moves that have been cultivated for so many years have been continuously improved by Jinghai, and they will not stop there.
"Ragnarok!"
The jumping Xi and Chao Burning Pure threw a punch, the power on it exploded the air, and the Burning Pure released the power to block, and when his power moved, the bone vajra slowly broke the Buddha beads.
"As long as you use the power of the Buddha, you will guide it to attack, suffer death, who let you stand in front of Xihe. β
A hint of hatred flashed across Jinghai's face, and her eyes were fixed on Burn as he suffered in both directions.
At this time, there was Xihe in front and Vajra in the rear, and the strength of both sides was terrifying. The Burning Purity in the middle could only be stretched out with both arms, the Zen staff against Xihe's star fist, and the palm of his hand fixed the vajra in the air.
Xi He frowned, and when he tossed and turned his fist, the power on it continued to increase. Domineering carries the wind, forming a wind dragon, whistling around Xi He, as if cheering him on.
"Close!"
At this time, the momentum is not a long-term solution, burn your hands together, and the big Buddha in the sky is collected in the body. At the moment of receiving the Buddha, a big hand pushed the mountain to hold the vajra in his hand, and pushed Xihe away with the other hand.
The vajra shattered the great hand, and it burned along the arm of the Buddha, who looked at it and roared:
Even if you are a Buddha, there are times when you get angry. β
The giant hand shattered, and then, the burning eyebrows were horizontal, and the clever fingers turned the Zen staff, hitting the vajra that was coming towards his life. The move from top to bottom shattered the vajra, and then he opened his mouth and drank violently.
A long shout is the sound of the Buddha's movement, after a hundred times amplification, it rushes to the Jinghai with a coverage of five kilometers, and at the same time, when the footsteps of the burning are tossed and turned, the Zen staff crosses, bringing up a golden light.
The golden light instantly expanded, a kilometer long, like the qi of a sword, towards Quirk and Xue Baobao on the other side.
"Xihe, the old man can't bear to kill, but at this time, I'm going to be angry!"
Burning Pure used such straightforward words to warn Xi and the four of them, and his eyes were full of gold and scriptures. The robe was broken, the killing ring was opened, the clothes of the upper body were torn, and the momentum of burning was like a rainbow.
"Change!"
At the same time, the three of Quark, Xue Baobao and Jinghai gathered in one place. Jing Hai looked at the place where he was before, and his thin eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle together.
The previous jungle was blown open, and it was another kilometer-by-kilometer killing move.
"If you get hit, I'm afraid it's gone!"
In the midst of two sudden explosions, Querk's eyes froze, and he saw a Buddha statue, which was constantly expanding in front of his eyes, and he looked at him in the eye. When the mind was stagnant, the burning breath turned into reality and appeared in front of the three of them, their movements were sluggish for a moment, and only Xue Baobao was the first to break free. She is a fairy musician and has her own main theme.
"The wrath of the Buddha!"
The grand qi expanded, turning into a convoluted heavenly double fist, smashing towards Xue Baobao and the three of them.
Occasionally, she would lose herself to the point of forgetting herself when she played, closing her eyes and taking in every note. This habit is shared by many Xianle masters, but now she has her eyes open, but she is not afraid at all when she sees the magnificent fists in front of her.
The Immortal Musician has been looking for someone with the echo of the heart all his life, and Xue Baobao's person is Xihe, and his echo is clear and loud. Therefore, she could feel Xihe's position, very close, and was about to be in front of her.
Thundered!
The majestic qi in the sky fell, like a heavenly thunder, and the fallen jungle tree body was pressed into the soil, and when Querk and Jinghai were stunned for two seconds, and when they came to their senses, the move in front of them was approaching.
"Kingβ"
Before the last shot, Xihe had already appeared, and before the name of the move was fully stated, he had already punched out. The fist wind, together with the domineering energy, formed a huge wind wave, as large as a thousand meters, like a big mouth engulfing the incinerated moves.
The explosion of the move, as always, produced a huge wave of qi, and in the wave of qi, it was incinerated and rose to the sky.
The ring finger loosened the flute hole, and when Xue Baobao blew, he thought:
"Commander, up-"
Kilometers away, Xi He took a step, stepping on the air with a slightly shrill flute, and then, with each step, he stepped on the steps of the King of God. The end of the road is like the throne of God!
The ink stars on Xi and his fists were a little loose, but they could tie themselves.
With his back to the sun, Xi He was like the light of a world, his blonde hair fluttered gently in the wind, and a halo lit up in his blue eyes, and his domineering appearance made countless people watch. He and Burner looked at each other, preparing for their next move, and the latter looked at him with some indescribable ...... in his eyes Affection.
The Buddha is not ruthless, but sees through the love, and the Xihe at this time evokes the deep memories of burning!
Decades ago, was it decades? Incineration didn't care much about time, so I forgot. He only remembered that at that time, he was not yet up to the waist of his master, and he was very short.
Their temple sits in the north and faces south, and the sun shines brightly every day, and every time the first ray of light appears on the edge of the sky, he gets up at the call of the master.
"Apprentice, apprentice, get up!"
The master of the burning purity is an old monk who has never practiced the power of the star god star cluster, if he is a worldly person, he has to be called grandpa. In a war, he lost his relatives, and there was no one to take care of him in that poor and remote village, and he was about to starve to death, but when the old monk saw him, he was moved by the Buddha and took him up the mountain.
"In vain, there is only one temple on this mountain, everything is singular, in the future, there will be two of us~"
The old monk was as gentle as the lotus pond in front of the Buddha, and he didn't understand it at the time, but later he realized how much sincerity the master had precipitated in it.
He loved to cry when he was a child, and he always cried when things didn't go well, crying while shouting for his parents. Therefore, the old monk named him for burning, which means - I wish to burn the world obsessed, leaving only a heart to the Buddha!
At dawn, he would always stand in front of the temple with a bucket in both hands, standing on one leg. This is a compulsory course every day, and Master said that this is called practicing concentration.
The Master carried the day's living water, stepped up the steps from the pond, and slowly walked up to the temple. He was just like Xihe at this time, as dazzling as the sun, leaving a deep impression on Burning.
When the master comes down the mountain to fetch water, he will begin to stand alone like a crane, and when he comes up, he can rest. Therefore, the old monk always expects the master to come back early, and the time when the old monk comes back every day is almost the same, but the feeling is different.
One day, when Master returned, he said:
"Master, Master, you came back so early today!"
"Apprentice, it's not that Master came back early, but that your concentration has become stronger. β
"Master, do I still need to practice concentration?"
"Of course you have to practice, because your heart is still restless. β
Master likes to touch his head, which he shaves with his own hands.
"Master, Master, why do we live on the mountain? because we can stand tall and see far away?"
"Of course not, vain, remember, even if you stand in the pit, you can see far. Standing on a high place is not a long sight. β
"Master, Master, then why do we have to chant the sutras? because the Buddha listens?"
"Of course not, disciple, you remember, the Buddha is in your heart, everyone can be a Buddha, and you will be the same in the future. β
Burning clean seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and asked him:
"Master, Master, then why do I have to learn so many truths? I can become a Buddha in the future. β
"I believe that you will become a Buddha in the future, but I must teach you the truth. β
"Master, Master, why do you want to teach me the truth?"
"Because one day, you too will become someone else's master. It is not okay to just do what you say but not to say, you must be consistent with your words and deeds, and you can say it, and then you can be considered a Master. β
"I can't be a master. β
"Remember, anything is possible!"
He smiled at the old monk, and the old monk touched his head.
"Touch your head and touch your head, and feel a lot!"
The old monk carried two buckets on his shoulders, burned a bucket in his hand, and slowly walked towards the temple, like a walk.
Time flies, the incineration gets bigger and bigger, and the master gets older and older. On the day of the burning purification, the master was about to pass away, and the burning purification asked:
"Master, are you leaving me?"
"Of course not, disciple, you remember, wherever the scriptures are recited, there will be me. β
It happened to be windy that day, and the sound of chanting was heard in the distance.
"Master, listen, is this your voice?"
"Of course, disciple, you remember, Master is always by your side. The people you care about will live in your heart and will never leave. β
Burning and folding his hands, the old monk passed away, turned into a candle light in the house, and followed the wind outside the window, constantly drifting away, constantly leaving, and going to every place where the scriptures were recited.
Later, every word the old monk said became the Zen words that Burning Purity taught everyone. Whenever someone called him Master, he was always very patient, and when he was a child, he asked everything, hundreds of questions a day, and Master never got bored, but answered them one by one. He has now become a master as well, so he answers all the words, no matter how big or small, no matter how deep or small.
"Master, do people live for utilitarianism?"
"Of course not, in vain, you remember, man lives for nothing, just for his own heart. β
Burning Jing looked at Xihe three thousand meters away, and when his eyebrows were blown, he muttered:
"Master, I finally understand, I will follow my heart!"