Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Lively Buddha Domain

What shape of weapon is the Buddha saucer?

It's probably like a Buddha-like shape, and whatever shape you think it is, it's what shape it is.

In the eyes of wine monks, the Buddha dish is a pot of wine, a pot of wine that cannot be drunk.

Of course, the wine monk naturally won't say what he sees, after all, he is the person in charge of the Buddha dish chosen by Buddhism, if it is known that this Buddha has broken various vows, presumably tens of thousands of Buddhist cultivators next to him will immediately stop it.

After all, these tens of thousands of Buddha cultivators are now surrounding the sacred worshippers of the Buddha Plate, and everyone is reciting the Buddhist scriptures with the most devout heart, so in their eyes, the Buddha Plate must be very sacred, probably similar to the Buddha they worship.

"Ask the Buddha, who?" At this time, the head of the Buddhist sect slowly fell and asked the wine monk who was kneeling on the ground.

"I don't have a heart. This is probably one of the few times when the wine monk says his real name, because he prefers to be called a wine monk, or a monk.

"Why do you ask the Buddha if you don't have a heart?" among the thousands of Buddhas, an old monk on the left slowly flew to the wine monk and asked.

This old monk is one of the three major monks of Buddhism.

"Clear the world, clean red dust!" The answer came out, the Buddha plate responded, and the light of the Buddha suddenly appeared, and the Buddha present bowed his head even more reverently.

"There are thousands of red dust, even if there is a Buddha disc on your body, how can you purify the red dust and clear the world?" a gentle whisper sounded, and a young female Bodhisattva flew next to the wine monk again.

This gentle female bodhisattva is the Pure Light Bodhisattva, one of the three major monks of Buddhism.

"The body has been fed to the Buddha, the Buddha dish is there, the person is there, the Buddha dish is dead, the person is dead. The words fell, and the famous unintentional wine monk took a step, grasped the Buddha plate, and suddenly, the Buddha's light was like the sea, and it was poured out.

After a while, the Buddha light was draped, and the wine monk mentioned the unintentional cultivation again and again, and in an instant, in the eyes of everyone, the unintentional has become a cloud of ethereal Buddha light, although he can see it, but he can't see it clearly.

When there is no Buddha disc, the wine monk is a legendary realm, probably similar to the Pure Light Bodhisattva and Bodhi Zen Master of the three major monks of Buddhism, but the weaker master of Buddhism teaches Puguang Buddha Yicheng.

And now that the Buddha is added, perhaps the three major monks of Buddhism are not the unintentional opponents of the wine monk, although the wine monk is still in the legendary realm, but his current combat power may have caught up with the white-clothed son, and the sound of the landscape and qin is the clouds of the Nine Heavens.

Perhaps, the strongest person under the myth, from today onwards, will have to add a wine monk without heart.

The Buddha holds the Buddha plate, and all the Buddha cultivators, including the three major Buddhist monks, all bow to Wuxin, at this moment, although Wuxin is not a Buddha, he is already the spokesperson of the Buddha in the world.

This is, in the golden Buddha light, a sea of blood suddenly poured in.

Seeing this, the Bodhi Zen Master, one of the three major monks of Buddhism, scolded angrily, shook the wooden crutch in his hand, and the Buddha's words were like a sea, and the light poured out, surging directly towards the sea of blood.

"What is a Buddha? What is a Buddha? What is a Buddha? Or is it determined by the Buddha? What is a demon? What is a demon? What is a Buddha?

When the monk spoke, the voice was one sentence at a time, and after one sentence was finished, the sea of blood was one point more, and the Buddha light was one point less, and when the monk came out completely with some hot purple-robed women, the Buddha light of the whole world was gone, only the blood light remained.

"You dare to come back! Evil animal!" The Pure Light Bodhisattva, who was also one of the three major monks of Buddhism, glanced at it, scolded coquettishly, and raised his hand, and it was the palm of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The monk in the blood-colored robe ignored it, and said directly to the purple-robed hot woman next to him: "Yaoyue, come here." After speaking, he opened his arms and hugged Yaoyue.

"Well, master. Yao Yue shyly threw herself into the arms of the blood-colored robe.

Immediately, thousands of Buddha palms were photographed, but the blood lotus on the head of the blood-colored monk in the robe flashed, and a red mist spread, and the Buddha palm and Buddha light were completely extinguished.

In the blink of an eye, in the red mist, Yaoyue's several coquettish voices sounded, and a kind of lust spread.

In just a moment, the Buddhas present, including the Pure Light Bodhisattva, all had flushed faces and suddenly became colored.

"Uncle Junior, you've passed. Seeing that the Buddha domain was about to fall into the land of lust, the wine monk unintentionally grasped the Buddha plate, and stepped out, and the Buddha domain was restored to the Buddha domain.

"I'm over!" Another angry shout, the blood-colored monk in the robe sorted out Yaoyue's clothes in the red mist, and then stepped into the Buddha realm.

At this moment, the Pure Light Bodhisattva's expression recovered, remembering that he had fallen into lust before, and seeing that the enemy was separated from the protection of the blood lotus, he pointed his fingers like flowers, recited Zen sounds, and said, "Friends of the Buddha, help me." ”

After listening, the surrounding Buddhist cultivators recited Buddhist scriptures.

In an instant, the Pure Light Bodhisattva's body shone with a golden glow, and as soon as the jade hand was raised, he slapped it with another palm, and said, "Demon!

Seeing this, the monk in the blood-colored robe sneered, moved his footsteps, drew a blood-colored swastika, and said, "Senior sister, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you are still so weak." ”

When the words fell, the monk turned into thousands of blood shadows, and when he turned around, whether it was the Pure Light Bodhisattva or the surrounding Buddha cultivators, they were all spitting blood.

"However, senior sister, you are still so good-looking, why don't you come with me. The moment the Pure Light Bodhisattva fell to the ground, the figure of the blood-colored robe monk flashed, gently hooked the Chin of the Pure Light Bodhisattva with his hand, and said with a smile.

"Punishment!" At this time, with a whisper, the Buddha disc was flooded, and after a Buddha sound, a ray of light flew out from the heart of the blood-colored robe monk.

In an instant, the blood-colored robe spat out two mouthfuls of blood, looked back at the wine monk, and said, "Senior nephew, good skills." ”

After speaking, the figure flashed, returned to the range of the blood lotus, and looked at the head of the Buddhist sect who had not made any movement, and said, "Senior brother, you are a good apprentice of the sect. ”

"Amitabha. The head of the Buddhist sect taught Puguang Buddha to recite a Buddha name lightly, and said with a smile: "The person you are looking for has already died, and you still can't let go?"

"Hahaha, apart from persuading people to let go and persuading people to turn back, is there no other language for Buddhism?" The blood-colored robe monk looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was incomparably crazy, incomparably sad.

"Yes, Uncle Junior, do you want to see it?" The wine monk couldn't take a step forward, like a Buddha saucer, and said, "Extinguish!"

In the light of the Buddha, the Buddha disc turned into a sword, the Buddha weapon turned into a killing weapon, and the moment the wine monk held the sword and the Buddha disc, the air, the Buddha light, the blood light, everything was still.

"Master, are you running away?" after a glance, Yao Yue climbed onto the back of the blood-colored robe monk and asked.

"It's so lively, plus how about us?" At this time, a gentle voice came in, the voice was like Wen Yu, and the people were like Wen Yu, and the people who saw it couldn't help but praise a good boy.