I remember that Master once said in class that demonic qi comes with a kind of spiritual erosion, and the longer you fight against it, the lower the level that a cultivator can play. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this moment, a yellow light lit up overhead, and then countless screams came into my ears, and I saw that the monsters around me were all enveloped by the yellow light, and they were struggling in pain, including the mutated spider opposite.

It was the Buddha's light manifestation above the monk's head, and I finally caught up, I only felt that my body was light, and the weight on my legs disappeared.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he pulled out his legs and ran towards the position of the old monk, as long as he got there, he would be safe.

Just ran out a few steps, there was a sound of Buddha in his ears, looked up, only to see the old monk with a cane in his right hand, his left hand pointing to the sky, and in the air above his head, there were countless golden figures.

Those who can recognize Buddha, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Vajra, and some who are unrecognizable should also be the great power in Buddhism.

They silently chanted the Buddha's name in their mouths, and pieces of golden light spilled out from it, covering the monsters below, some of them had been refined by the golden light, and some were still struggling, but it seemed that they should not last long.

At this moment, my heart was quite shocked, just now on the back of the ink dragon, I just saw a golden light emitting from the old monk's head, and then the demon shadow was blown away, and now I am also in it, so I understand how big this array is.

I knew this earlier, I didn't have to run just now, no matter how strong these monsters are, when will they be stronger than these Buddha lights, and the test given by Molong is quite easy.

As soon as I relaxed, a yellow light fell from the sky, enveloping me, and the sound of repeated chanting sounded in my ears.

What's going on, I'm not a monster, why are you covering me?

When I looked down, I found that there were two thick circles of black gas on the outside of my thighs, which should have been left over from the fight with the monster just now.

Only then did I realize that those Buddha lights must have also regarded the demonic qi on my legs as a monster and wanted to purify it together.

At first, I thought this was very good, but without these Buddha lights, I would only feel that my legs were getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't even see the outline of that layer of demonic energy, so purifying it was the most worry-free result.

But I soon found that things were not as simple as I imagined, and that layer of demonic energy was dispersed in a few clicks, but the golden light did not leave, but continued to envelop my whole person.

The meridians of the whole body were filled with a hot feeling, as if they had been ignited.

The external manifestation is that the body is constantly shaking, the teeth are knocking against each other to make a 'click' sound, the muscles of the whole body are uncontrollable, and soon they lie on the ground.

At the moment my consciousness was basically blank, except that I could hear the sound of chanting in my ears from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound finally stopped, and my vision gradually cleared, only to find myself lying on my stomach in a black liquid.

A very fishy breath was inhaled down the nasal cavity, and the stomach tumbled for a while, and he opened his mouth and spit it out.

When I finished throwing up, I noticed that the hairs on my arms stood on end, and there were still a lot of residual black solids on them.

After thinking about it for a moment, it is likely that those black liquids on the ground are expelled from these pores.

This phenomenon appeared once a few years ago when Jiang Hai Lin Yi was practicing the fire training technique, and no matter how he practiced it, no black liquid was discharged, and today he was illuminated by this Buddha's light, and so much was discharged, is it good or bad.

He stepped out of this liquid in two steps, and looked at the old monk not far in front of him, who had already lowered his hand again, and there was no Dharma appearance of the gods and Buddhas above his head.

In any case, I still have to go and pay homage, and I can save my life thanks to this master.

The distance of dozens of meters soon arrived, and when I got closer, I could see clearly where the monk was still alive, his face was thin to dry bones, the two white eyebrows hung down from above, and the hands outside the robe were also waxy yellow, which was not much different from a dried corpse.

I have heard Master say that many Buddhist masters practice to a certain extent, and they will practice bitter meditation behind closed doors, which is equivalent to Taoist meditation, without eating or drinking, so that the body can bear the suffering karma to the maximum extent, in order to achieve spiritual detachment.

A large number of them have passed away, and a small number of monks who have advanced Buddhism have cultivated into incarnate Buddhas and will live forever in the world.

Either way, Buddhism believes that their souls go to the Western Buddha country and enjoy eternal bliss.

And the one in front of him must be the so-called flesh Buddha, he has a strict appearance, is well-dressed, and must be a great monk when he is alive.

I bent down and bowed down to thank him for saving my life.

As soon as he lowered his head, the old monk's mouth moved, and a hoarse voice sounded, "No need to pay a visit, you have a fate with my Buddha, and it is also my responsibility to cross you." ”

Suddenly hearing this voice, I hurriedly took a step back, but soon bent down again, "It turns out that the master is still alive, forgive the younger generation for being disrespectful, I think you have ascended to Buddhahood." ”

The old monk shook his head slowly, "At the intersection of these two realms, the laws of the Heavenly Dao are missing, the demonic aura is disordered, and the souls of me and the Heavenly Old Dao have been forever suppressed here, and we have become veritable living dead, where can we talk about ascending to the Buddha realm." ”

After experiencing what just happened, I don't know the exact reason, but I can roughly guess what happened here.

This tree, a monk, and the wandering ink dragon in the air, several great powers together sealed the passage between the two realms with great magical powers.

However, the demon god who was obviously on the other side of the passage was not satisfied with the status quo, and from time to time sent his men to invade the mortal world.

The old monk looked at me and said, "You have a Buddha fate, but has anyone ever told you?" ”

I thought about it, there is really such a thing, the last time I went to Emei, the empty Zen master of the Jingyuan Zen Monastery once said such a thing, and I was in a hurry to save Su Mengxin who was trapped in a dream, so I didn't care, at this time these words came from the mouth of this old monk, and the weight was much heavier.

"Dang" sounded, the old monk shook the Zen staff in his hand, "It seems that someone has said it, so, as long as you are willing to take refuge in my Buddha, the old monk will pass on your full set of Fahua Xuanye Sutra, with your qualifications, after going out to understand in detail, it will be a positive result, and it will also make up for the regret of the old monk." ”

How dare I do such a betrayal of my master, so I had to explain, "Master, I joined the Heavenly Master Dao Sect Longhu Mountain a few years ago, and the master and the elders in the sect are very good to me, and I have no intention of transferring to Buddhism, and if you take 10,000 steps back, you will not accept a person who betrays the master." ”

All this is reasonable, and I wanted to use it to shut his mouth. (To be continued.) )