The Holy Domain opened, the immeasurable Divine Yuan rushed outward, and the original Xiniuhe Continent was barren, but after the baptism of the Sacred Domain, overnight, the grass and trees grew wildly, and all things regained their vitality.

The desert is full of greenery, dead trees are sprouting on the barren mountains, and springs are gradually springing up from the dry leylines.

At this time, at the edge of the holy area, a monk wearing a hat passed by, and suddenly, a mountain-sized white-headed golden eagle fell from the sky and pounced on the monk, the monk looked up at the golden eagle, and the golden eagle's originally fierce eyes became frightened, and fell down in mid-air.

The golden eagle flapped its wings and got up, its thick claws scraping the ground, and the monk said: "Every grass and tree is life, the poor monk will let you live, and leave quickly." ”

"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh came, and I saw a person appear on the high cliff in the distance, who was white-headed and black-clothed, and his beard was also half black and half white, and fell five feet away in front of the monk. "Are you from the Buddha Gate?"

"Poor monk Kumarosh."

"It is said that the family members are compassionate, purify all sentient beings, and never kill in vain, I don't know if it is true?" The old man asked.

"The monks are indeed compassionate, and the old man also knows how to practice Buddhism?" Kumarosh asked.

"I don't understand, I don't understand." The old man said again and again. "I just heard that I don't have the idea of becoming a monk for the time being, and I want to ask the master for advice, since the master is compassionate and bad, then you can't watch all living beings being starved to death, right?"

Kumarosh frowned and said, "Naturally, not. ”

"That's fine." The old man said. "You and I are both cultivators, and it is okay not to eat or drink for a year and a half, but my eagle has not eaten anything for three months in this Xiniu Hezhou, and if I don't eat anything today, I should starve to death, I see that the master's cultivation has reached the realm of transformation, and the body is immortal, can I make my eagle peck at the flesh to satisfy hunger?"

After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't see any expression on Kumarosh's face, so he looked sarcastic and asked, "The master keeps saying that he is compassionate, but now he is unwilling?" ”

"Amitabha." Kumarosh sat cross-legged as he spoke, chanted mantras, and turned into a thousand Buddhas in the blink of an eye. "The world is hateful, all come to me to spit on, the world is hungry, all come to me to eat, all the sins of the world come to me to suffer, all the desires of the world come to me and I have nothing."

When the old man saw this, he immediately whistled, and the golden eagle hovered over Kumarosh, not daring to fall.

"Waste, the master feeds you with his golden body and flesh and blood, and you don't even dare to eat it, what do I want you to do? What a shame for my white-headed ancestor! ”

When the golden eagle heard this, it immediately flew towards Kumarosh, and the sharp hooked beak immediately tore the flesh from Kumarosh's shoulder and pecked at it, while Kumarosh closed his eyes and looked as usual.

"Fool, the master provides you with food, and you eat it openly, grinding and chirping, eating meat without eating heart, and being cowardly as a mouse!" The white-headed ancestor scolded.

When the golden eagle heard this, he flew to the heart of Kumarosh, and suddenly pecked open the skin and flesh, and the golden light on Kumarosh's body suddenly brightened, and the golden body protected the body, but it quickly disappeared by itself, and no longer blocked the golden eagle, and the golden eagle took out the heart of Kumarosh, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

The golden eagle is full of food, and the body of the big Buddha is miserable and heroic.

"It's a pity, it's just a corpse Buddha, it's just like this in this life, haha." The white-headed ancestor looked at Kumarosh who had already lost half his life and laughed.

The corners of Kumarosh's mouth were bleeding, and he said: "Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore, you have a relationship with my Buddha, if you can let go of all desires, I am willing to cross you to perfection." ”

"You first find a way to cross yourself, death is on the verge of death, mother-in-law and mother-in-law, the reason why Buddhism is dying out day by day is because of you disciples who have brain problems, today the old man can be regarded as opening his eyes, Diao'er, we are gone, we have lost our hearts, and we have unloaded our golden bodies, and in less than an hour, he will become a pile of white bones."

Kumarosh clasped his hands together, ignoring the blood flow on his chest, he looked at the white-headed ancestor and the golden eagle in the distance, blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a sad smile bloomed on his face.

Heavy rain rained down on the ground, washing away the blood stains on the ground and burying the tragedy here.

And above the valley in the distance, Jiaye Dorjee looked at everything just now.

After walking ten miles, the white-headed ancestor saw a young man standing by the pond with his back to them, as if it was natural.

The white-headed ancestor felt bad, and beckoned the golden eagle to turn around and leave, but after a few steps, there was a young man in front of him with his back to them, the young man had inch hair, and there was an indescribable terrifying aura on his body.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking the old man's way?" The white-headed ancestor asked vigilantly and stepped back.

The young man turned around, his face was calm, and asked, "Isn't it very calm and calm when you eat my senior brother's flesh and blood?" ”

"You're a fellow disciple of Nakumarosh?" The white-headed ancestor asked.

"Yes, my name is Kaye Dorjee."

"Since you are the same disciple, as monks, you should have compassion and universal ......."

"Do you think I look like a fool?" Kaye Dorjee asked.

Jiaye Dorjee said, suddenly shifting and transposing appeared next to the white-headed ancestor, the white-headed ancestor subconsciously fought back, and slammed a punch at the white-headed Dorjee, Jiaye Dorjee did not dodge, the white-headed ancestor punched on the white enchantment one foot in front of him, the white enchantment closed, and the white-headed ancestor's fist was immediately twisted into pieces.

The white-headed ancestor retreated, and at the same time, a ray of gray light burst out of his sleeve, and the gray light shot towards Jiaye Dorjee, but a foot in front of him was twisted into nothingness by the white enchantment.

At the same time, the surrounding greenery turned to ashes, everything was discolored, and a strange aura was shrouded in a radius of a hundred zhang, and the old man only felt that his skills were rapidly draining, and he could not raise the slightest fighting spirit.

"This, this is the divine power of the Colorless Realm, who are you?" The white-headed ancestor asked.

Ka Ye Dorjee did not answer, but instead a Buddha bead popped out from between his fingers, and with a whoosh, the Buddha Lord directly penetrated the heavenly spirit of the white-headed ancestor and shattered the Yuan Shen.

Seeing this, the golden eagle fluttered its wings and flew high, Jiaye Dorjee raised his head expressionlessly to look at the golden eagle, the moment his hands were folded, the clouds in the sky converged, a pair of invisible big hands closed, and the golden eagle suddenly burst into a blood mist, and the blood feathers were one after another, dyeing a ridge red.

Kaye Dorjee jumped to the top of the mountain, looked at the golden body of the immovable Buddha behind him, and did not step forward, but chose to turn around and leave.

The rain poured down, the golden body melted, and the golden juice and blood fused and intersected, flowing on the lonely plain for ten thousand years, until the entire golden body collapsed.

I don't know how long it took, a bald child crawled out of the collapsed ruins of the Golden Buddha, he was drenched in heavy rain, and walked towards the holy area, the heaven and earth gods converged on his body, and with each step the child took, his body grew by one point, and after ten steps, the child had grown into the original appearance of Kumarosh.

"Nine deaths, only the last one remains." Kumarosh whispered.

The eyes are clear, like the bright moon.