According to legend, many years ago, when everything was chaotic, the Northern Tianzhu Kapila Wei Guo gave birth to a boy, he could walk on the ground, seven steps around his body, and gave birth to a lotus step by step, and was enshrined as the prince of Siddhartha, and at the age of twenty-nine, the prince entered the Rama village and became a Buddha. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After that, the demon king was born, and the prince survived the ten thousand years with a compassionate heart, surrendered to the demons, and became a bodhisattva;

At that time, he participated in the scriptures and passed the karma, ascended to the Buddha, and the Buddha was called "Sakyamuni." ”

Before becoming a Buddha, Shakyamuni often lay under the Bodhi tree, sitting in the wind, at that time there was always a sixteen or seven-year-old child on his side, the appearance was delicate and immature, and the bells hanging on the branches of the Bodhi tree were exactly the same.

"Little monk, what is there to read about this scripture? I can't listen to it, so let's tell a story, talk about Beitianzhu, talk about the demon king? ”

"Little Bod...... If you don't read it well, I won't be here tomorrow. ”

As Shakyamuni said, this child is the god of the Bodhi tree behind him, he comes to this tree every day, read the scriptures, and over time the Bodhi tree transforms into a human, often accompanying him.

However, the good times did not last long, the catastrophe was coming, the fire of the sky fell, and there was no grass within a radius of ten miles, he stood on the mountain and looked at the descendants of all beings, born in the fire and water, and was puzzled.

"Little monk, I heard that relics can save the world." Bodhi said.

"Relic?"

"Yes, the relics on your body."

Shakyamuni was overjoyed at the moment and was preparing to lead the heavenly fire to his body the next day and enter the relics of the Birth of Destruction. But he didn't want to, and when he went up the mountain the next day, he found that the corpses and bones in the city under his feet were all over the place, and the smell of blood spread for thousands of miles.

Bodhi held a fruit, sat on the branch and ate it with relish, and when he saw that he was very sad, he snorted.

"Extinguishing the fire in the sky is what those gods and Buddhas should do, you are just a monk, not what you should do."

"Eliminating evil is what I should do."

Bodhi threw the fruit in his hand, walked around and raised his head in front of him, "I cleaned up the people with karma in this world for you, if it weren't for them, how could there be a disaster of heavenly fire?" ”

Shakyamuni was so grief-stricken that he couldn't help but cry bitterly, and at that time, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the Buddhas appeared.

Later, the fire burned for 7749 days, Shakyamuni sat under the Bodhi tree, and 49 days later ascended to the Buddhahood.

But the Bodhi tree had already been swallowed up by the heavenly fire, leaving only a stump and the string of bells that were taken to the western sky by Shakyamuni.

Someone once said that the Bodhi that Shakyamuni realized was wisdom, but in the immeasurable sound of this Buddha, there was only thought.

The Bodhi god was swallowed by the fire of the sky, the five spirits were scattered, distributed in the three mountains and four seas, time passed, after a thousand years, the cultivation became one of the ten Buddhas, the Dharma name 'Mingde' would rather defend one side.

Whether it is the five aggregates and six poisons, or the karmic obstacles of cause and effect, after all, they only guard these ten worlds and do not enter the western heavens.

"One of the Ten Buddhas?" Wei Kun stared at it, and the villain nodded, without the humility and charity of the Buddha statue.

"If you have become a demon, you are guarding this Qingling Mountain to help the abuse."

"How's the devil? What about the Buddha? In short, you can't get through this Qingling Mountain! ”

Suddenly, a roar resounded through the mountain, the sound of the Buddha suddenly sounded, and the bells on the two wrists of the Mingde Buddha changed into Zen staffs.

"I am the god of Maitreya's seat, Vedas, you can't stop me."

The gale wind blows, the yellow sand sweeps, the fire flows between the crackling, the gods and Buddhas in the sky descend one after another, the Buddha of good virtue in the east, the Buddha of immeasurable Ming in the west, the Buddha of Tan in the south, and the Buddha of Xiangde in the north, all of which are great magical powers.

Wei Kun, Lu Eighteen, Fang Cun, put out the formation.

The soldiers and horses behind Lu Eighteen gradually turned into human shapes, in addition to the four major sect masters of Hu Huang Chang Python, there were many horse immortals behind him who held battle flags and wore armor, each with their own horizontal eyebrows and cold eyes, Wang Simiao only felt as if there was no end in sight.

Behind Fang Cun, the ghost fairy suddenly appeared, holding the law enforcement treasure artifact in his hand, his eyes were closed, but there were black clouds and mist emitting from the aura around him.

As for Wei Kun, naturally needless to mention, after the Buddha pestle, the statue of Maitreya suddenly appeared, and the Buddha's light filled the surroundings, shaking Wang Simiao's headache.

The sect leader of the Hu family waved his hand lightly, and all the immortals behind him rushed up, and the momentum was like a huge array.

However, Mingde Buddha held a Zen staff, standing among the ten thousand armies, and between the wind and clouds, those immortal generals couldn't get close to him by half a step.

The Buddha sound of the Ten Directions God and the Buddha sound of Wei Kun are blended together, and it is difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

The ghosts and immortals behind Fang Cun were also injured, and the three of them fell into chaos, that is, they could not advance or retreat.

Hu Huang Chang Python's four sect leaders stood in front of the formation, the gale rolled up their robes, and Hu Tianba frowned and showed displeasure.

"Arrange the troops, and now Lao Tzu will fight him to the death!"

The corners of the Huang family's sect leader Huang Tianba's mouth raised slightly, revealing a little inconspicuous smile, twisting his fingers with one hand and calculating, and said for a long time:

"Although it is explained that the Buddha is the illusion of one of the spirits of Bodhi, as far as I know, Padmasambhava has a five-cornered golden bell, which can descend all things and hit the gods and Buddhas."

As soon as Hu Tianba heard this, he snorted coldly and glared back at the Huang family leader:

"I think you're old and confused, where can you find Padmasambhava who has been walking the world for thousands of years?"

Wang Simiao listened to their words, frowned, and the strength of holding the cloth bag with both hands increased, and suddenly his eyes lit up for a long time, and he trotted quickly to the side of the four major sect leaders, and took out the copper bell from the cloth bag.

"Is this okay?"

Huang Tianba raised his hand to take it, and checked it repeatedly in his palm, and sure enough, the copper bell IQ lotus flower was in full bloom, and the auspicious clouds were shrouded, and the Buddha sound around him stopped when he shook lightly.

Lu Shiba, Wei Kun, and Fang Cun followed the voice, and Wang Simiao froze in place, covered in cold sweat from this sudden gaze.

Huang Tianba smiled slightly, a little confident, and said to Wang Simiao, "You little devil has two hits, and these gods can be hidden in the bag, just retreat." ”

Wang Simiao nodded hurriedly, trotted to the back, and hid behind a tree. I watched as the three of them clasped their hands together and closed their eyes tightly.

The horse immortal behind Lu Shibai and the ghost immortal behind Fang Cun coincidentally formed a formation of the avenue.

The avenue is empty, and the Dharma is harmonious, which is the supreme and supreme array.

All things are empty, all things are harmonious, all immortals stand in the wind, the wind and smoke are clear, and the yellow sand subsides.

With a "bang......", the Zen staff in Mingdefo's hand fell to the ground, rolling up a puff of dust and fallen leaves.

The Buddha sound gradually cleared, the Sanskrit sound entered the ears, and Wang Simiao no longer felt a headache.

After a while, Mingdefu suddenly raised the corners of his lips and hooked a somewhat bleak smile.

"It's been thousands of years, and I still can't hide from ......"

As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a Buddha voice came

"Bodhi ......"

Wei Kun was the leader, and everyone knelt down in response, even the four sect masters of Hu Huang Chang Python, and the king of the ghost immortal tablet of Fang Cun also knelt down.

The light of the Buddha in the West Heaven appeared, so that people couldn't open their eyes, and could only hear the sound.

"For thousands of years, you have walked the world and protected the ten worlds, and now your merits are complete, go back with me."

The Buddha of Merit raised his head and laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the white bones hanging on the tree, and asked:

"I have killed countless people and eaten all the bones and blood of the living, but you say that my merits are complete, which is really ridiculous!"

"There is a cause in the world before there is an effect, this is the sin you left behind, and it is also the grace you promised."

The light of the Buddha was shining, Mingde put his hands together in front of his chest, in a trance, he seemed to remember, many years ago, he sat on the Bodhi tree with the fruit in his hand, listening to the Buddhist scriptures in his ears, the bald little monk frowned, he raised his head and laughed loudly, sometimes the breeze blows, very comfortable.

I just don't know how long it has been since then, in short, it seems like a long time......