A Buddha trumpet, boundless compassion.

One by one, the swastika emerged, and the thousands of miles of Jilei Mountain were transformed, and I don't know how many living beings surrendered to the Dafa of Buddhism.

A gentle and moving white-clothed figure descended from the void, and pieces of golden lotus were trampled under their feet, just like the legendary mother of the earth, Nuwa Niangniang.

Seeing each other, everyone present surged with a heartfelt admiration.

"Meet Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

"I've seen Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

"The Bodhisattva is here!"

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On the side of the heavenly court, Li Jing Nezha and his son, who are inextricably linked to Buddhism, bowed down, even if Tai Baixing waved the dust in his hand, slightly bowed.

The Bull Demon King and other seven brothers nodded to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Zhu Bajie and his apprentices paid homage.

Agarwood, cloves and others are all convinced!

The Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, who purifies all living beings, is worthy of anyone's admiration.

For a while, only Ming Xiaoyang, Yang Jian and others were left indifferent, as if this prestigious Guanyin Bodhisattva was no different from ordinary women in the world.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The crisp applause sounded, and Ming Xiaoyang, who was standing in front of everyone, looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva, his expression was without any respect, and said in a breathtaking tone: "Amazing, really amazing, the Bodhisattva just came, and he has such a big face, it's really amazing!" ”

"But," Ming Xiaoyang's tone changed violently when he said this, "Is the Bodhisattva trying to meddle in his affairs?" ”

"That True Monarch must remind you that this is not the Pure Land of the Western Heavens, nor is it your Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, if you want to take care of the affairs of the True Monarch, the Bodhisattva had better weigh his own weight first!"

In the end, there was a disdain in his tone.

"Ming Xiaoyang, you are presumptuous!" Li Jing was furious and held down the Linglong Pagoda, "You dare to be disrespectful to Guanyin Bodhisattva, don't you want to live?" ”

Swish!

Ming Xiaoyang glanced at Li Jing lightly, his eyes were staggered, he was dressed in armor, and the majestic Li Jing was like an electric shock, his chest hurt sharply, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Poof!

With an earthy face and pale cheeks, Li Jing almost fell and made a fool of himself in public.

"Father." Seeing this scene, Nezha hurriedly supported his Lao Tzu.

"The Jade Emperor really doesn't know how to raise dogs." Ming Xiaoyang said in a regretful tone, "The dignified Generalissimo of the Heavenly Court, where is the butt sitting?" Heavenly Court or Western Heaven? ”

Rumble!

Before Ming Xiaoyang's words fell, a loud noise came from behind him.

After being irradiated by the Baolian lamp for so long, Erlang God Yang Jian's injuries healed, and his whole body was shocked, bursting out with extremely powerful mana.

With a grasp of it, the three-pointed two-edged knife that fell to the ground returned to his hand, and he walked out of the coverage of the Baolian lantern and stood shoulder to shoulder with his confidant.

"Brother Ming, what you said is not wrong at all." Yang Jian, who had recovered from his injuries and regained his might, smiled coldly, "Li Jing is a wall grass at both ends of a rat!" ”

"Amitabha." Thinking of the Buddha's instructions before leaving, goodbye to the appearance of the two judicial gods fighting side by side, Guanyin Bodhisattva holding a clear jade bottle recited the Buddha's name, "Good and good, demon subduing true monarch, Erlang divine monarch!" ”

"Sow the cause and get the cause, and sow the fruit and get the fruit." This time, Heavenly Court's rescue of the Hundred Flowers Fairy is the trend of the times, and I hope that the two true monarchs will not go against the sky! ”

"Against the sky?" Ming Xiaoyang touched his chin with one hand and asked Yang Jian beside him, "Brother Yang, why doesn't Ben Zhenjun remember when he rebelled against the sky?" ”

"Everything Yang Jian does is go with the sky." Yang Jian's expression was cold, and he said in a condensed voice.

"Good, good." Guanyin Bodhisattva said with a kind face, "Erlang Zhenjun, power, fame and fortune are all vain. ”

"If the true monarch can't break this truth, it will inevitably end up being cocooned and self-bound after all!"

"The poor monk is not here to make a big move, but just to help the Hundred Flowers Fairy get out of trouble and do his part to pardon the Three Holy Mother."

"Oh?" Ming Xiaoyang found it interesting, and took the Fang Tian painting halberd weighing tens of thousands of catties in his hand and played with it casually, "Bodhisattva, it is a kind heart with compassion." ”

"But there's one thing, please explain!"

Boom!

The halberd in his hand swept, and a thousand-foot-long divine dragon suddenly appeared.

Pieces of dragon scales glow with dazzling light, roots of dragon whiskers dance, and four dragon claws claw claw at the void, destroying everything.

The second form of the Emperor's Thirteenth Style: The Divine Dragon roars and shatters the sky!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

The sound of dumplings came out, and even Sun Wukong's fiery eyes and Yang Jian's heavenly eyes couldn't be seen.

In the void, hundreds of figures with golden light were hidden, holding sticks, fighting with the divine dragon transformed by Ming Xiaoyang's mana.

"Five hundred Arhats in the Western Heavens?" Among the people present, there were many well-informed people who immediately recognized the identities of these bald donkeys.

It was none other than the five hundred Arhats in the West Heaven headed by the Eighteen Arhats.

It's just that when his eyes swept over, there seemed to be fewer five hundred Arhats.

Swish!

A lotus platform that blooms nine grades and is pure and golden appears, exuding a pure light, protecting the five hundred Arhats under it.

A lotus flower, a divine dragon fought together, chasing endlessly, like a divine dragon playing with pearls.

The leaking force poured on the Thunder Mountain, causing the Thunder Mountain to tremble, and the mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles could completely collapse at any time.

Bang!

A dragon-shaped energy bombarded down, and it happened to hit the gate of the Moyun Cave in Jilei Mountain, shattering the enchantment arranged by the Bull Demon King.

"Sisters, we can go out!"

"Sister Baihua, someone has finally come to save us!"

"Yang Jian, Bull Demon King, this fairy must pay the price before he can vent the hatred in his heart!"

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Four years ago, Yang Jian asked the Bull Demon King to capture the Hundred Flowers Fairy and all the flower fairies under her command and imprisoned them in the Moyun Cave.

Finally got out of trouble, came into contact with the sunshine of the outside world, and exclaimed joy one after another, echoing in this mountain stream.

At other times, Li Jing and the others must have been extremely excited, but now, no one has time to pay attention to this trivial matter.

Without him, the five hundred arhats in the western sky arrived, plus the nine-rank lotus platform that was seen for the first time, but was by no means unfamiliar, and everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of haze.

Could it be that today is the day of the head-on conflict between the Heavenly Court and the Western Heaven!

"Aunt Hundred Flowers." There is only one Liu Agarwood, who is completely ignorant of the meaning of the five hundred arhats and the nine-grade golden lotus.

Seeing the flower fairy running out of the cave, she ran over excitedly and called affectionately.

"Agarwood." I haven't seen him for a few years, and the Hundred Flowers Fairy also misses Agarwood a little, so she grabbed his hand, "You're here to save your aunt!" ”

"Ahem, ahem." A dry cough sounded, interrupting the recollection between the Hundred Flowers Fairy and Agarwood, "Both, this is not a place for you to pay attention to family affection or flirtation!" ”

"I'm sorry, but now Ben Zhenjun is the boss!"

Hearing this voice, Agarwood looked over with a complicated expression, and the Hundred Flowers Fairy curled up in fright, and shouted in panic:

"Ming Xiaoyang, you...... How did you end up here? ”

"Such a fun thing, why can't Ben Zhenjun get involved?" Ming Xiaoyang rolled his eyes at the Hundred Flowers Fairy from afar.