Smash......

Maybe the golden body can barely maintain its shape, but Maitreya Buddha can clearly perceive his body, and most of the golden body has been completely shattered into nothingness, which causes golden blood to flow out of his eyes.

"How so?!"

However, the most incredible thing for Maitreya Buddha was to turn his eyes with difficulty and look at the palms that were placed on his shoulders from behind.

"Golden ...... Cicada...... Sub ......"

Word by word, Maitreya Buddha pronounced the name with hatred and incomprehension.

Maitreya Buddha is so cunning, just when he felt that something was wrong at that moment, the idea of surviving with a severed limb rose in his heart, and he planned to give up half of his golden body, or even give up his golden body directly, and fled back to the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain with his relics.

As long as the true spirit is still there, as long as the relics are not lost, Maitreya Buddha will understand that his position as a "future Buddha" has not been lost, and he only needs to go through the years to reunite his golden body under the wishes, incense and luck merits of countless believers.

But...... The golden cicada lightly placed a palm on his shoulder, but it was a hard and simple cut off all the back roads of Maitreya Buddha.

"Poof......

Maitreya Buddha spit out a mouthful of golden blood again, the golden body quickly dimmed, no longer the light just now, the boundless golden lotus everywhere also began to slowly wither, the height of the giant Buddha to the "Little Leiyin Temple" is even more cracked, and the eyes also have golden blood and tears flowing down.

And the images of countless beings reflected around them seemed to be wailing, as if they were singing, and they were also like cheering, and finally turned into golden points and returned to the earth.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's compassionate and peaceful voice suddenly sounded, and he asked with all concern. "Maitreya, what's wrong with you? Is it a big deal? ”

As soon as these words came out, Maitreya Buddha felt a blood knot in his head on the spot, and his mouth was weak to open and close, and he spit out a sentence.

"Golden Cicada, you...... Why did you attack me? ”

"Sneak attack?!"

Tang Sanzang's voice was compassionate and calm, and he said. "Amitabha, good, good, why is Maitreya so bloody?"

Bloody mouth?

From the perspective of uneasy sight, looking at Maitreya Buddha's mouth that can't stop vomiting blood like a faucet, I feel that this statement is quite appropriate.

It's really spewing blood.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, and continued. "Heaven and earth can be learned, the poor monk has never damaged a single hair of Maitreya Shizun, but Maitreya Shizun slandered the poor monk in such a false word, which is quite inappropriate, right?"

After a pause, Tang Sanzang seemed to remember something and said. "Talking about this matter, Maitreya Shizun has a criminal record, not long ago he bullied the poor monk with the naked eye, using the air as a melon, and claiming to the poor monk that he was 'ripe', which made people laugh."

Hearing this, Maitreya Buddha looked at Tang Sanzang in disbelief and said. "You...... Actually saw through my transfiguration powers? You can't even see through the monkey's innate pupil technique, how can you see through it? Among the Three Realms, there are very few who can see through my transfiguration powers, ......"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Maitreya Buddha turned to look in the direction of Yiyi.

Terran!

Tang Sanzang and Yi Nanping are both human races, and they are the only two human races in the Three Realms who can see through their own magical powers.

Is it just a coincidence?

Maitreya Buddha's gradually faint consciousness was suddenly startled, and in a flash of inspiration, he vaguely guessed something.

It's a pity......

From beginning to end, Maitreya Buddha's position was within the scope of a seemingly harmless "light of the righteous path", no matter what kind of supernatural means could not be hidden, and it could be easily destroyed by Tang Sanzang and Yi Nanping with pure power.

As for the means of contacting the Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain, they were completely isolated in this piece of "Light of the Righteous Path", and it was difficult to be effective.

"Golden Cicada, you ......"

At this point, Maitreya Buddha, who had secretly tried hundreds of ways to save himself, but to no avail, already understood his results......

There are thousands of puzzles in my heart, why did I get here?

I am Maitreya Buddha, one of the three world-honored Buddhas of Buddhism in the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, "past, present, and future", and the position represented is the future, the future of Buddhism.

Why did Buddhism, which was destined to flourish in the midst of the catastrophe, represent the "future", fall?

Why?!

Countless chaotic thoughts poured into the sea of Lingtai consciousness that was gradually collapsing, and Maitreya Buddha opened his mouth with difficulty through the last thought. "You...... Even if I fall...... If you come to the position, it is definitely not your turn to sit...... Ha...... ...... you were back then You ......"

However, before Maitreya Buddha finished speaking, Tang Sanzang's compassionate and peaceful voice interrupted him and said. "Amitabha, the poor monk has never had such arrogant thoughts of seizing the position of the Buddha......"

Speaking of this, Tang Sanzang involuntarily turned his head to look at the western horizon and muttered. "If Buddhism is really as the poor monk sees at present, how can the poor monk benefit all sentient beings in this position?"

"Alas, it is better for such a poor monk to set up a small sect and a small sect, exhaust his life's strength, gather aspiring Taoist friends from all directions, and try to purify all sentient beings......"

After a pause, another ray of spiritual light appeared in Tang Sanzang's spiritual platform knowledge sea, as if it was in line with a certain trend in the underworld, and spoke.

"The poor monk is the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and it can be regarded as inheriting some of the blessings of the golden cicada, if a small sect is established at that time, it will be named 'cicada sect', and ......"

Tang Sanzang looked at Maitreya Buddha whose eyes were gradually dimming and said. "What the poor monk wants now is to rescue the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, but unfortunately he doesn't want Maitreya to be a great Buddha, but he doesn't understand the words of 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground'. With such disqualification, Maitreya will not become this Buddha. ”

Listening to Tang Sanzang's speech that faintly revealed the relationship between himself and Yi Nanping, how could Maitreya Buddha not understand that he had been calculated from the beginning......

I couldn't win the golden cicada back then, and I didn't want to fall into the hands of the reincarnation of the golden cicada hundreds of years later.

"Golden ...... Cicada ......"

Before Maitreya Buddha finished saying his meaningless last words, the fist that stabbed into Maitreya Buddha's chest suddenly closed, and after firmly holding the relic, his palm twitched out!

Immediately, Tang Sanzang whispered a Buddha name and said. "Amitabha, Maitreya is the Buddha that the poor monk has admired for a long time after all, even if the world is disqualified, let the poor monk send you on the last journey, or wait until everything is over, and then chant the sutra to exceed the Maitreya world."

When the words fell, Tang Sanzang's palm pressed on the shoulder of Maitreya Buddha and pressed it hard.

"Click!"

Everywhere he passed, the golden body of Maitreya Buddha was shattered and turned into a little golden light floating in the air.

And under Tang Sanzang's orders, Ao Yu, who had been prepared a long time ago, took out the purple gold gourd from his luggage and pulled out the lid.

Suck......

For a while, the golden light of Maitreya Buddha's golden body was sucked into the gourd without leakage.