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The black air in the sky is swirling in the Buddha pillar, covering the sky and the sun, as if it may annihilate this place at any time.

Matthew looked at the demonic Delin from afar, and put one hand on his chest. He was no longer able to use a trace of Buddha power, and the strange fusion just now was really mixed in without the karmic fire being consumed, and such a dangerous move almost caused his meridians to be torn off.

"What's wrong, have you given up?" Delin's originally vicissitudes of life cheeks became sharp, and streaks of magic began to crawl on his cheeks, "You can break my Buddha shell, and death is worth it." "The Demon Feeding Sutra can allow him to cultivate into a Buddhist elder, but it can't change the essence of his own demon cultivation, once the Buddha's shell is broken, his original form will be revealed.

Matthew was still silent.

After a while, his gaze deepened, as if he could penetrate everything, and he pointed his finger slightly upward, and muttered, "Do you believe in cause and effect?"

"I didn't believe it before, but when I practiced Buddhism, I believed it. Delin chuckled twice. The answer was so distracted, but Matthew was far from minding.

He said seriously, "That's good." ”

A gust of wind blew, and the stone statues on the Buddhist path turned into a pile of ashes like rotten wood that had been eroded by the wind for a long time. Maybe it was shattered by the powerful impact just now.

Delin nodded and said, "But I believe in my strength even more!" The swirling demonic qi was like a sharp arrow, and began to shuttle towards Ma Xiuyuan.

Ma Xiuyuan could no longer use a trace of Buddha power. His body sat diagonally.

Thaksin Cause and Effect.

So since the boat is about to dock, there is no reason why the ferryman should not be on board.

Light came through the fog and pierced the barrier with great power.

A bright light lit up in front of Matthew Yuan, like a sweep of wisdom. The demonic qi froze for a while, and then shattered and dispersed. Forty years ago, the ship is finally coming to shore today. How could the ferryman, who couldn't bear it at the beginning, not come.

The demonic qi dispersed, Delin's pupils shrank, staring at the sudden Buddha light, pursed his lips, and then smiled coldly: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The old monk floated over, landed in front of Ma Xiuyuan, clasped his hands together and saluted, and said, "The Demon Lord of Qiyang recognized the wrong person. "Today's Deqing seems to be extraordinarily old. However, wearing a green coat makes the slender body look even more vibrant. The long eyebrows are up to the nose, and the Zen beads in his hand have been rubbed for many years, and they have already been wrapped in a thick layer of pulp.

Delin's pupils shrank, looked at the old monk in front of him, was slightly stunned, and then let out a long laugh, and said: "Su Huai, I didn't expect that it was you who hid the deepest! Hehe, the disciple's body is used to take away, and your Buddhist cultivation seems to be very good!"

The Qiyang Demon Lord's seizure, Delin made a wedding dress.

The old monk was helpless and made the most difficult decision in his life.

The yellow sand was long, and Ma Xiuyuan's eyes became a little hazy. The last trace of Buddha fire faded from his eyes.

The gray light he saw in Daxiangguo Temple, he finally understood how it came about. Only the dying have the gray air, but it exudes a bright light.

The elder who continues his life, the taboo of Buddhism.

Those who practice Buddhism pay attention to the cycle of life and death, the cycle of cause and effect. Therefore, if we call the act of giving away others evil, once we use these taboos, then the Buddha's mind will no longer be pure, and the whole life will stop there. However, the old monk didn't mind, what he was worried about was that Qiyang would not die, and Guangling would not be safe.

"Amitabha, the monarch is not dead, how dare the old man die. "The old monk is like sinking into water, although he is dressed in plain Zen clothes, it looks a little thin, but it is like a bamboo under the wind, and the toughness is excellent.

The corners of Qiyang Demon Monarch's mouth raised, and he said, "Forty years ago, you couldn't beat me, and now that the relics are shattered, what kind of ability can you have?"

The disciple is willing to die to punish the demon king.

The events of the Demon Suppression Array are vividly in my mind, and the old monk now thinks about it, and his heart is full of emotion.

Deqing died forty years ago, in order to give Huaisu another life. To be able to get rid of this demon lord who was a disaster in Guangling, there were six masters and apprentices, three people guarded the formation, and three people punished the demons, and finally did not let the Qiyang Demon Lord be suspicious, and the disciples in the three stele forests were empty for forty years, and even the old monk almost forgot about himself in this game of chess.

Now that the flames were raging, the ferryman finally rocked the boat to shore. It's also a relief to say.

Su Huai didn't pay attention to the Qiyang Demon Lord, but turned around and said slowly to Ma Xiuyuan, who was falling to the side, "Thank you." ”

"The master is gracious. Matthew leaned his head against the wall, a little bit of strength.

Su Huai clasped his hands together, and the bright light on his body was shining to the extreme, "After this battle, please bury my master and apprentice, as well as the bones in the Buddha and Demon Forest of Xiangguo Temple, together." Please. ”

"Don't you enter the pagoda of Sangkokuji Temple?"

Su Huai shook his head and said, "We are all people with demons, it is difficult to purify our bodies, so it is better to bury them hastily." ”

"The little monk will definitely do it. ”

Su Huai's body lit up with bright light, his tongue was like a flower, looking at the demonic flame Delin, shaking his head and sighing: "Today is finally flawed, and it can be regarded as the best destination for Lao Wei!"

When Matthew saw the light that lit up, he understood what Su Huai wanted. There are many forbidden techniques in Buddhism, and the Buddha did not cast mantras, but the inheritance and evolution of spells have become the most powerful type of magical power in Buddhism.

Su Huai reads it, it is really "Heart Burning Mantra".

Delin's pupils suddenly shrank, he understood something, and exclaimed, "Are you crazy!! stop!"

"The grudge between you and me is over today. "Su Huai came with the belief of Xiangguo Temple, and when he returned to the sage, he didn't expect to use such extreme earth-shattering Buddha power to destroy himself.

It's easy to destroy yourself.

One knife is enough.

Not even a knife.

Karma burns the heart.

The belief of Xiangguo Temple has been turned into his own use, and he naturally has to bear the endless karmic fire. However, Su Huai let his karma burn his heart.

What Su Huai has to do is to destroy all of himself, including the relics on Delin's body, so this hand is the last bit of strength that he, the ferryman, can do.

The wind and sand rise.

Wrapped in plain clothes, the old monk looked thin.

Delin cultivates the Demon Feeding Sutra, which can be said to have long been integrated with the relics, and now Su Huai's trick is burning, which can be said to be a fatal blow.

The demon's body gradually emitted a little golden light, like the sunlight that penetrated powerfully under the dark clouds.

Old Demon Delin turned pale and watched in disbelief as his body fell apart.

Crisscrossing the Demon Domain, I didn't expect that after more than 40 years of fighting in Guangling, I would end up like this.

Su Huai's body began to ignite the fire of ignorance karma, and he muttered to himself: "Taking away the sacrifice is a sin that the Buddha cultivator should not do, Su Huai is guilty, and it is enough to sit down and die!"

"No!"

Delin watched in horror as his body gradually disintegrated, unable to recover from the sky, and this fear made him unnaturally retreat.

Matthew Yuan closed his eyes and slowly lay down in front of the Golden Palace.

Before the ferryman arrives at the shore, he may be scolded by the passengers, embarrassed, or demonic, but only the ferryman himself knows. Before the ship reached the shore, neither the people in the boat, nor themselves, were prepared.

Now that he has no worries, he defends his dignity in this way.

The wind tightened.

Ma Xiuyuan wrapped the shabby Jiuzhai monk's robe around his body.

He was so tired that he needed a good rest, preferably a good night's sleep. The wind and sand covered his black hair, and he closed his eyes quietly. Tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

The demon and the monk in front of him gradually dissipated.

The old enemy of the first life, in the end, ended up in the same death, which can be regarded as the best destination.

The power of karmic fire, and it is born from the heart, it is simply impossible to resist. The relics are the fruits of the Buddha that come to the elders.

The cycle of cause and effect, the greed at the beginning, doomed the final outcome.

It wasn't until a long time later, when the wind was calm, that Matthew Yuan woke up.

He slowly got up and shook the sand off his body. The Buddha urn on one side is reclining in the yellow sand. Matthew Yuan pulled out the Buddha urn, shook off the yellow sand in it, and slowly walked to the place where Su Huai sat down.

Matthew Yuan picked up the pile of white ash and put it in the Buddha urn.

The wind blew so that he was stained with Su Huai's ashes.

He dusted it silently, until he put the ashes into the urn, then picked up a handful of yellow sand, covered it, and then walked towards Delin's ashes, still holding the blackened ashes, and putting them in the urn.

After doing all this, he stepped out of the Eight Yang Buddha Pillar.

The moment he stepped out, the entire Buddha site seemed to collapse, buried in the yellow sand. Matthew was wrapped in a Buddha urn and walked alone in the yellow sand.

A hill caught his attention.

"Master, you're back?!"

Matthew Yuan handed the Buddha urn to Miaoshan, saw his chapped lips, and asked, "How did you get out?"

"There are too many dead and wounded in the Buddha hall. The girl from the Furukawa Palace's mansion brought Miaoshan out. ”

"Why don't you go back to Han Customs?" Ma Xiuyuan helped Miaoshan dust off the sand on the bald head.

"If Master doesn't come back, Miaoshan won't leave. What you said, I'm going to wait for you to come back. ”

Ma Xiuyuan nodded and said, "Let's go back to Dingzen Temple." ”

"Good. Myoyama nodded.

At the moment when Ma Xiuyuan raised his head, the prompt sound of the system was like chanting, chattering endlessly.

"The host completes the quest and is rewarded with three bronze draws. ”

"Drop! The host has completed the task of killing the Demon Lord, and the silver level lottery will be rewarded twice. ”

"Dididi! The host obtains the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand, and rewards a gold-level lottery!"

"Dididi! The host gets 10,000 beliefs and is rewarded with a bronze raffle!"

"Didi! The host has gained 100,000 faiths, and Didi ......"

Too many stealth tasks were completed by Matthew Yuan at one time, and there were countless lottery draws, but the sound of the system continued, continued, and finally stopped ringing.

The system is stuck......