The scriptures that are suspended in the air and are spreading are weapons of attack, they are not disembodied, they are not only physical, but also carry a very dense high energy. However, once this pure energy technique appeared, Fang Tianmu's ability would be able to be used, and he summoned the black hole and threw it towards the spreading scriptures.

The devouring power of the black hole was very strong, and the scriptures were sucked and distorted, and none of them touched the bodies of everyone. But what the Buddha did was not only this, his purpose was only to bring the bodhisattva to the mind of the sinner, and the energy was just a carrier of the power of his faith.

Mu Ziyun's mind first appeared in the Bodhisattva tune, at first it was like a group of monks and nuns chanting the four big words "Amitabha", and then began to sound jerky and difficult to understand Buddhist scriptures, and then Mu Ziyun couldn't hear what was said clearly, but had other perceptions, for example, he listened to the voice, as if he felt a special feeling, sometimes sad, sometimes enlightened, and then realized the ups and downs of the world, and then the sufferings of the world, he was not enjoying the process, Instead, during this period, more and more people are dug out of their own sins, and more and more they feel that they are punished or suffer as a matter of course, and there are always one or two voices that cannot be heard clearly, and they gradually bury themselves in repentance.

The Bodhisattva tune that Mu Ziyun heard was the most sincere, which also meant that his sins were the heaviest, but Mu Ziyun's mind was much stronger than before under years of experience, which was like the brainwashing of Mu Ziyun by the fire lord in Guanglang Liuli Island, Mu Ziyun's initial resistance was very strong, and he was still able to maintain a trace of his clarity in the concept that was constantly instilled.

"Hehe" Mu Ziyun began to have migraines, but he tilted his head playfully and smiled: "It's not like the first day I felt like a sinner, since I was fifteen years old, I knew that my sins were heinous. The Bodhisattva began to let the sinners listen to the voices representing their sins, Mu Ziyun heard the people of the three cities, wailing in the flames, Mu Ziyun's migraine was even worse, and recalling the past that had been buried for a long time, it was really not a taste.

"It's a shame.." Mu Ziyun said in pain: "I have long been freed from my sins, anyone can identify me as a person of heavenly sin, but don't think that these empty sins will knock me down or crush, the person I killed, I know it myself, although I regret it, but I will not blame myself for this matter, the trick you played on me is just to make my head hurt a little, nothing at all...."

Suddenly, the Bodhisattva tune made Mu Ziyun fall into a deeper "introspection", and Mu Ziyun's head suddenly stopped hurting, or he seemed to be out of his body and stood in another scene. It was the three cities of Huzhou that were burning, and when he was conscious, his legs were constantly moving in the streets of the city, although there were fires on both sides, but there was no crying or seeing people, only some disgusting scorching gas.

After walking more than a dozen steps, Mu Ziyun was not moved, these sins could not keep him awake at night, but he finally met a living person, her face was ordinary, although she was gorgeously dressed but very embarrassed, and her soulless appearance was very harmonious with this natural disaster. It was Du Xiaoyue, although the two had only met once in that disaster, and it was also the fleeting first meeting, but both of them remembered each other's appearance, and that moment had great significance to Du Xiaoyue.

Mu Ziyun stopped, his legs didn't seem to listen to his own call, and Du Xiaoyue naturally asked him, "Is this disaster your masterpiece?" Mu Ziyun was stunned, he was stuck here, he didn't have the courage to answer this question, one of the reasons why he could support him to see this sin clearly was precisely because no one knew about his past (Huzi, Feng Jing and others had actually guessed it), or even if he knew, he didn't pierce this layer of window paper, so that he could live like a normal person. When he really faced Du Xiaoyue, who had lost everything in this disaster, his heart was empty, and once his heart was weak, the Bodhisattva found the key point to break through Mu Ziyun's psychological defense line, and it would go around this road and never leave, and it would always poke at Mu Ziyun's inner weakness, and make him uneasy and afraid, and finally make him realize his sins and willingly accept judgment and redemption.

Mu Ziyun is still like this, not to mention other people, the bell and the kite feel guilty and have gradually lost their will to fight, Huzi is even more serious, he even feels that he lives in this world, it is a great blasphemy against the innocent who died in his hands, although Fang Tianmu is cold, but he also has feelings, anyone has feelings, his mind and Mu Ziyun are half a catty and eight taels, and soon they began to fall, and the emotions of Wangxiang come from kites, how many people he killed, he didn't care, Even if the dead climbed up from hell and grabbed him by the throat and questioned him, he felt no remorse.

The Bodhisattva is very good at finding weaknesses, so he took the kite and knocked down Wangxiang, and since then Wangxiang has been slumped and has fallen into deep self-blame, but even if he blames himself, it is just a remorse for the kite, and he will not have any connection with this world.

Wu Buddha sensed the ruthlessness in Wangxiang's mind, he sighed, and couldn't help but say: "People like you are really suitable for 'Diandian', this organization is your destination, it's a pity, Xu Nan." ”

Everyone lost their combat strength, and only one person could still stand upright, it was Du Xiaoyue.

Du Xiaoyue's mind appeared with a dead father, mother, and even other slaves who had a relationship with her, but Du Xiaoyue had no sins, at least she thought so, she was repeatedly in the purgatory of fate, she had tasted a lot of pain in the world, what else was worth hurting, she didn't have this ability, she didn't think she had to take one more maid out of the city at the beginning, or what was wrong with not leaving the Dark Alliance to find the Birdman for revenge a few days ago, even if all the compatriots of the Dark Alliance were killed, She won't feel a little guilty about herself because of this, it's strength, or the law of the world, weak people deserve to die, only strong can decide what they eat tomorrow morning, whether they live or not, before, she didn't have the qualifications to live, so she lived secretly, all she had was suffering, there was no sin at all, and she was strong enough to make a comeback for some irrelevant people, and she couldn't save others, it didn't mean that she was wrong, because she was not obliged to help a person who suffered the same as herself.

Therefore, Du Xiaoyue was the worst disturbed by the Bodhisattva.

Wu Buddha was surprised, he opened his eyes, and said to the calm Du Xiaoyue: "I don't feel myself...." ”

This rhetorical question made the afternoon Buddha begin to ponder, he felt the "cause and effect" of Du Xiaoyue from the feedback of the Bodhisattva's tune, and after a long time, he sighed and said: "No sin, on the contrary, it should be pitiful." ”

"Yes" Du Xiaoyue said expressionlessly: "Even if I kill you now, I won't feel sad, because what I have suffered is far more tragic than what I have brought to others, everything I have done is just something that is natural and right, what qualifications do you have to punish or redeem me?" Du Xiaoyue stepped on the void and rushed towards the afternoon Buddha.

The corners of the noon Buddha's mouth twitched, and he replied in a low voice: "You are indeed innocent, but you don't have the strength to defeat me." As soon as the words fell, the face of the Afternoon Buddha was hit hard by Du Xiaoyue, and Du Xiaoyue's body ignored the Thousand Hands Killing Buddha on the Afternoon Buddha's body, and directly attacked the body of the Afternoon Buddha.

After a while, Du Xiaoyue had a cold face and said: "I understand, what you rely on is the power of faith in right and non-energy, although it is incomprehensible and inexplicably strong, but the weakness is also obvious, what defeats your belief is also faith, and I don't believe in heaven, I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself and the strength and courage to support myself to live, this is my faith, it can also be called reality, what crushes me is reality, and what makes me stand up is reality, your faith can't give me any help, and your tricks have no effect on me." ”

After that, Du Xiaoyue continued to attack the Wu Buddha, the Wu Buddha's thousand-handed killing Buddha did lose its effect, and the golden Buddha on the body was only useful to the guilty, Du Xiaoyue's body was indeed guilty, but compared with the suffering and injustice she suffered, she became an innocent person again. The Buddha killed countless people, every day, but all the sinful people he killed, he never made a move on a person who was suffering, and his faith did not allow him to do so. Nor could he raise the fighting spirit to do it to an innocent, suffering poor man.

Wu Buddha recited a sentence of "Amitabha Buddha", there was no protective technique and energy on his body, he silently accepted Du Xiaoyue's attacks one after another, his body was beaten everywhere, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but he was still as calm as water, without regrets, he said after Du Xiaoyue paused slightly: "Go on, if this can make your suffering heart feel better, I am willing to bear all this, my Buddha is merciful, do it." ”

Du Xiaoyue rushed over and continued to bombard the Wu Buddha, beating and beating, she burst into tears, and muttered in her mouth: "Why? Why me! The pain in her heart is still unwilling to the destiny of heaven, why are other people with sins, only she has only pain left, sin represents the joy and strength of that person, and the pain only represents her pessimistic life, she can't forgive the destiny of heaven, she can only take this monk who purifies all living beings to be angry, but fighting around, her fate will not change, time will not come back, everything she does is meaningless.

Others, too, were injured by the Buddha at noon and slowly woke up from the Bodhisattva's tune.