The golden flowers drew the power of the soul from the earth, and grew rapidly, sprinkling a large area like a sea of flowers, looking like a thriving bloom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But at the price, all those souls were eroded, and even some of the originally intact souls were forcibly torn into pieces by the roots of the plants, and then absorbed into the rhizomes little by little by the flowers as "drinks".

A gust of wind blew slowly, and the grown flowers swayed with the wind, rubbing against each other, making strings of soft moans.

From a distance, these sea of flowers swaying in the wind seem to stir up layer after layer of ripples, spectacular but with a strange softness, but who knows, under the soft whispers of the flowers, it is at the cost of one undead after another.

"Got it—got it—" When the last bud of the other side flower was in full bloom, the cicada that was crawling on the monk's shoulder also stopped, and its seemingly endless noise silently crouched and stopped squeaking.

And the monk with the hat was in the midst of the flowers all over the ground, holding the staff in one hand and the beads in the other, and he bowed his head and chanted, and then a string of Myoho-renges came out.

"For example, after the extinction, if someone hears the Lotus Sutra or even a sentence and rejoices in the thought, I will also confer the Anuttara Samadhi Sutra." Although the monk of the Blood Law Sect is cruel, he has to admit that he can really be called a Buddha voice full of compassion and enlightenment.

"This sutra can save all sentient beings...... Just as the cool pool can fill all those who are thirsty and needy, like the cold gets fire, like the naked get clothes, like a merchant gets a master, like a son gets a mother, like a boat that ferries a boat, like a sick man gets a healer, like a lamp that is dark, like a poor man gets a treasure, like a people gets a king, like a jakker gets the sea, like a torch that removes darkness, so does the Lotus Sutra, which frees all sentient beings from all suffering, all sickness, and all the bonds of life and death......

The darkness of the underworld never sees the light of day, but just after the monk in Tsing Yi finished reciting this paragraph, a thorough Buddha light actually cracked through the thick clouds and fell from the sky, dispelling all the gloom and haze.

The long golden light, which was more than ten zhang wide, passed through the strange black hole that was originally floating in the air, and it was like the scorching sun shining on the snow, illuminating the black hole in an instant, and the gold dust continued to shine downward, hitting the golden flowers on the other side, making those flowers also begin to "burn".

The same dazzling golden fragments peeled off little by little on the flowers, and the fragments like crumbs flew into the air, gathered together and floated upwards along the Buddha light.

When a gust of wind rises, all the flowers turn into gold dust, and then they rise high with the wind, and they all pass through the low thick clouds, and are guided by the light of the Buddha, and ascend to the "heavenly realm".

This scene seems so holy and beautiful, and the monk holding the staff and silently reciting mantras is also bathed in the light of the Buddha, looking so dignified and splendid, it is almost like heaven and earth are about to merge.

……

"May you, that is, go to the unsullied world in the south, sit on the treasure lotus, attain enlightenment, thirty-two phases, eighty kinds of goodness, and speak the wonderful Dharma for all sentient beings in the ten directions." The monk screamed the Buddha's horn and slammed the gold dust that had ascended to the sky, as if they were the ghosts of the undead who had just been overtaken by themselves.

But seeing that the monk half-lowered his eyelids, he straightened up, turned to me and asked in a loud voice, "May I ask the donor, have you seen a fierce and wicked person?" ”

I was involuntarily stunned by his cold question, "Uh...... Great monk, are you asking me? ”

This monk did not feel as violent as the blood hide, but on the contrary, he seemed a little kind, especially the previous recitation of the Lotus Sutra, which made me feel the great compassion hidden in him.

"Just a very fierce man, his relationship with the benefactor is extraordinary, you must know it......" The monk said as he walked slowly towards me, but as soon as he took a few steps, his body flickered and disappeared, and when I came back to my senses, I found that the monk was already standing in front of me.

"But if you don't mind, monk, I'd like to have a good talk with you, the benefactor." As he was talking, the monk stretched out his hand to take me, although I knew that the monk in front of me was a member of the Blood Law Sect, and it must be extremely dangerous, but I couldn't think of refusing at all.

And not only me, but also the military judge next to me, looking at the monk in front of him, his face also showed a look of joy and sincerity, otherwise the military judge would definitely be extremely vigilant against the people of the Blood Law Sect on weekdays, shouting and shouting to kill.

But when the monk's hand held my hand tightly, the original joy in my heart was as fleeting as the ebbing water.

The sensation of overpower came from my wrist and slammed through my chest, suffocating like a hammer in my heart.

A black ghost power surged out of my heart for this, all the way up my arm, as if it was about to bounce the monk's hand away.

The power of the ten one-horned ghost kings condensed into one, and I didn't have a specific idea of how powerful it was, but when this black ghost power climbed up my arm, I felt like my arm was about to burst.

From bones to flesh, the skin of the entire arm turned into a hard black substance, and barbs grew from the back of the hand, and the palm of the palm was occupied by a large amount of ghostly power, making my palm and light bulb begin to glow with bursts of blood-red light.

"Huh?" Seeing that I had changed suddenly, the monk gripped my wrist even more tightly, not telling me to break free and leave, and at the same time, a much smaller Buddha light fell from the top of his head and shone on my body.

"Ahh The Buddha's light on my face was as warm as the sun in winter, but when it hit my arm, it was like a knife, cutting me in pain.

The Buddha's light was so evil that I screamed and began to struggle, but the more I struggled, the more firmly the monk clung to it. My arm was already swollen and painful, and I was tormented by the light of the Buddha he exhaled and the pressure between my wrist. The sense of reverence I had built up for him collapsed almost instantly.

The pain kept me awake, and it was after that that I suddenly realized that I had been bewitched by some kind of trickery he had used before.

And now I won't be the slightest bit polite to him, since the ghost power of my arm is nowhere to be used, so I immediately urged those ghost powers to rush into his palm.

The rich ghost power broke away from the monk's arm without accident, and I took advantage of the situation to punch him under the left ribs, and the power of the ten one-horned ghost kings was also like a flood of water at that moment, all of which were transmitted to the monk, knocking one of them away.