On both sides of the East China Sea, tens of thousands of people helplessly greeted what they thought was a natural disaster with their eyes open, reluctantly accepted the destruction of their homes, and joined hands with their families to integrate into the black East China Sea.

The East China Sea nurtured them, and it is only natural that the East China Sea should be their burial place.

Without complaining, he closed his eyes peacefully, silently reciting the sacrifice he heard in his ears just now, and the people who were waiting for death to come waited for a long, long time without feeling the suffocation of death, and opened their eyes in confusion, but saw that their head was shrouded in a thin transparent object, floating on the sea, but the ears clearly echoed the curling Sanskrit sound, echoing the life sacrifice about Yi Lingxi.

A small white heart of merit flew into the depths of the East China Sea.

Many of the people of the sect who were sitting cross-legged could no longer support it, and three days and three nights passed, and the demonic obstacles in their hearts frequently rushed out to plague them.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

Like the sound of the bell ringing from afar, the short six-character Buddha number penetrates many magic barriers, like a stick to drink, so that everyone's hearts are like water.

The tumbling black waves also suddenly calmed down, as if they were gathering all their strength to make a last-ditch fight to devour everything, and soon roared and attacked everyone more violently.

In the East China Sea, there is no distance between heaven and earth, and when you look up, there is a black canopy, and the only thing that separates you from heaven and earth is your own body.

Everyone tried hard to see through the layers of darkness to see clearly the voice that had just brought them hope and light.

In the darkness, there was finally light, the morning glow that represented the light cleared the black mist, the dazzling and gentle morning sun red sun golden light, and the snow-white and holy giant elephant with six tusks slowly walked out of the red sun and came out of the sky.

On its back sat a young man in a white monk's robe with his eyes closed, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and chanting words in his mouth, and the other hand flat on his knee, only to see golden Buddha seals spit out of his mouth and disappear in black.

Soon, the black color that surrounded everyone faded, and obediently returned to the East China Sea to entrench, looking up at the power that made it fearful.

The meditating crowd also stopped chanting and looked up at the light in the sky.

"Master, it's the White Lotus! Holy White Lotus. ”

Someone in the Buddhist Gate shouted in surprise and excitement.

The supreme mind of Buddhism, the powerful person of Fang Buddhism, can cultivate that mind method and transform it into a white lotus, washing away all the evils and evil species in the world.

The debate machine monk knew in his heart, silently looked at the hundred miles of Qianmu, the bell must be tied to the bell, the difficulty of Penglai Mountain is indeed only the Buddha can be resolved, the Buddha mother suffered a grievance here, and died with hatred, Penglai must give an explanation.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." Later, Wei Tuo sat cross-legged on the right hand of the monk of the debate machine, and after the Buddhist disciples chanted a long Buddha number, they recited the "Sutra of Passing Lives" at the same time as the Buddha in the air.

The East China Sea was silent, and countless black smoke was separated from the thick black fog, and it zigzagged in the direction of the red sun.

The people of the sect looked at that place in surprise and joy, it was the gate of reincarnation that could only be opened by those who were rumored to be able to eliminate demons.

These resentful and evil spirits are led by the Buddha, and the contemporary gods and monks and eminent monks transcend them and wash away the sins on their bodies before they can enter the gate of reincarnation, otherwise they can only be pressed to the eighteenth layer of hell to be tortured.

The dark East China Sea finally has a blue sky, and finally has the long distance between heaven and earth.