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These last 3,000 reincarnations are the most dangerous reincarnations, and they are also the most critical reincarnations, the Great Dao Tribulation, so as to prevent him from attaining enlightenment, this is the Dao Tribulation.

He divides his thoughts into 3,000, and as long as one thought is not consummated, his 108,000 reincarnation will also have a point of regret, so that all his previous achievements will be wasted.

This time, he can't rely on anyone, anything, not even the mysterious purple qi can't help him in the slightest, because this is a heart calamity!

If his mind is not moved, the calamity will naturally be self-defeating, and if his mind is shaken, it will also take advantage of the void and corrode his mind.

On the majestic snow-capped mountain, there is a lonely temple and a lonely monk, but the lonely monk is on the top of the mountain, and the lonely temple is on the mountainside.

This is a huge snow-capped mountain, and the top of the snow-capped mountain is ice and snow that will not melt for thousands of years, and it is extremely cold here, and there is hardly any life to survive here.

In the wind and snow, the figure of the monk seems very small, as if he will be submerged by the wind and snow at any time, and compared with the great power of heaven and earth, manpower seems too small.

The wind and snow are getting bigger, the lonely monk gets up, this wind and snow in the sky, can not shake the figure of the lonely monk at all, his pace is very steady, every step is the average length, more stable or his heart.

The eight winds can't blow, sit on the Zijin Terrace!

In his ears, there were faint bursts of Sanskrit chanting, he knew that the ceremony was about to begin, and he also knew that he would never turn back.

His status is so special that he is born with many things that no one else can have in a lifetime, such as unparalleled power, and that supreme status.

But there are also many things that ordinary people can have, he can't have, or even if he does, he will quickly lose them, just like his fleeting love.

"If I cut it!"

His eyes looked through the wind and snow, as if he saw the Buddhist temple on the mountainside, and the girl who was waiting for him.

In the end, his figure disappeared into the wind and snow, and only him, his warm and deep voice, still echoed in the wind and snow.

It was noon, although the snow was flying on the top of the snow-capped mountain, the temple on the mountainside could see the bright sunshine, and the temple was full of people at this time, because today a demon girl was going to be burned to death, and this demon girl seduced their Buddha.

Only with that glass pure fire can the sins of this demon girl be washed away, and their Buddha can be restored to a pure one.

Tied to the wooden pillar was a very young girl, who could not be regarded as a country and a city, but there was a different luster in her eyes, just like the water in the pool that day, pure and immaculate.

These are very spiritual eyes!

Although she was in danger at this time, there was no fear in the girl's eyes, all she had in her eyes was expectation, and she hoped that he would come.

In the end, the fire ignited and devoured the girl's body, but the look in the girl's eyes remained the same, which was a kind of unrepentant obsession.

She believed that he would come!

There were cheers and scoldings all around, but the girl turned a deaf ear, even though there were her former relatives among them.

Just when the fire was about to consume her, the person she was waiting for finally came, still dressed in bright red, still with the grace that was not stained by the earth, and he was already the same.

"Dalai Lama!"

Seeing the arrival of the young monk, the surrounding people immediately bowed and worshipped.

In the face of everyone's worship, the red-clothed monk's expression did not change, he waved his sleeves, extinguished the white flame, and also made his own choice, holding the girl, he said softly: "I'll take you away!" ”

"You!" Looking at the young monk in front of her, tears suddenly soaked the girl's eyes, and she naturally knew what the monk had just said.

"Dalai, you can't go!"

"This enchantress shouldn't have survived!"

At this moment, a thin old monk got up and said in a deep voice.

"What if I insist on leaving?" Looking at the old monk blocking his way, the red-clothed monk smiled lightly, his smile was very beautiful, like a white lotus.

"You can't go!" The old monk shook his head.

"You have nowhere to go!"

"If you leave today, there will be no place for the two of you in this world!"

"Oh?!" The red-clothed monk chuckled, and then he said lightly: "Since there is no place for us, I will kill a place for us until this world can accommodate us!" ”

"Don't stop me, whoever stops me will die!"

Although the words of the red-clothed monk did not fluctuate emotionally, the people present suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, the old monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

At the same time, the true form of the Immovable King appeared behind him, which was transformed by his mind and had the power to subdue demons.

"At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival!"

Holding the girl in his arms, the red-clothed monk recited the love poem he had written to the girl.

Sometimes it may be just a glance, and there will be no regrets!

"On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chant!"

Chanting softly, the red-robed monk strode forward.

As he stepped forward, the entire mountain seemed to begin to shake, and his figure continued to rise, as if it filled the world.

"Changing the heavens and striking the earth?!"

"Isn't that lost? How could you? ”

The old monk was stunned, but he couldn't afford to think about it at this time, because if he didn't make a move, the red-clothed monk would leave.

"On that day, I built a pile of mani, not for the cultivation of virtue, but for throwing stones from the heart lake!"

Seeing the old monk make a move, the red-clothed monk did not stop, but still recited the love poem he had written.

"Boom!"

With his words, the true form of the immovable Ming King behind the old monk was directly shattered and turned into nothingness, and the old monk's actions were also frozen.

In just an instant, his soul was destroyed and he became an empty shell.

"The Dalai Lama, who has been infiltrated by the devil, let us subdue the demon together today!" Seeing the old monk sitting down, another monk said in a deep voice.

The Dalai Lama must not leave today, otherwise his Buddhism will surely lose his prestige.

"King Kong Demon Suppression Array!"

As the monk's words fell, eighteen emaciated monks jumped out of the crowd and formed a formation to surround the red-clothed monks.

An invisible force oppressed the red-clothed monk, wanting to make him succumb, feeling the pressure outside of his body, he hugged the girl tighter and counteracted the girl's pressure.

Then he did not stop chanting, but slowly chanted: "That night, I listened to Sanskrit chanting for a night, not for enlightenment, but for a trace of your breath!"

That month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips!

That year, kowtow on the mountain road, not for the audience, just to stick to your warmth!

In that life, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not for the sake of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way!

At that moment, I soared into an immortal, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy! ”

Then his last word fell, and the affection in his heart finally reached its peak, and then exploded!