"The Buddha was born in Nirvana, understands all laws, sympathizes with the suffering of all people, and locks himself in a cage to seek true solutions. ”

"The Buddha walks in the world, enlightens the barbarians, wades into the bad waters of the Black Mountain, and seeks the pure land but cannot. ”

"The Buddha lies in Bodhi, seals the five senses and six senses, does not eat or sleep, has no movement and no thought, and occasionally has no desire and no desire: cut off seven or seven, to ninety-nine, the Buddha's heart is moved for it. ”

"Buddha Day: Taoist feathering, the freedom of the devil, and the immortal transformation of the demon are all the methods of getting rid of the sea of suffering and leaving the cage, and its root lies in one, and the flesh is also the body!"

The old monk's withered lips moved silently, and the Buddha's words gradually became higher: there was a roar all around, and the sound was like a flood of bells, as if there were hundreds of millions of people echoing. As he spoke, the two chains moved without wind, shining with colorful light, and finally turned into golden Buddha light, forming a perfect circle around the two people and a donkey.

Within ten zhang, it suddenly became a fan cage.

The cage is composed of Buddha light and Sanskrit, which isolates everything from the outside world, which can be seen but not seen, can be heard but not heard, can be touched but cannot be felt, just like a barrier, it is also a pure land.

Outside the Pure Land, Lingji squinted a pair of triangular eyes, trying hard to feel the situation in the circle, and his face was extremely gloomy.

In the Pure Land, Da Ash suppressed his inner anxiety and paced restlessly: in his feelings, everything between heaven and earth was cut off by that invisible barrier, including the aura.

"What do you want to do with this thing? fight with the young master, or do you want to bite the god?" thought to Big Ash mockingly.

The Buddha's light gathered more on Shisanlang's body, like a substance wrapping him into a ball, like a golden cocoon.

Thirteen Lang's expression was still calm, but his eyes gradually became solemn: he also had this doubt in his heart, and looked at the old monk without taking the lead in attacking.

"Xiaoyou cultivates the flesh and the body, but he doesn't know that although the mortal fetus is the foundation of our birth and cultivation, it is also the cage that escapes from the sea of suffering to the other side."

The old monk seemed to be painted with a layer of golden light, and his expression was solemn and compassionate: he raised his hand and pointed around, and he said: "This lock was once the thing of the Buddha, worshiped by all the people, and cut off the external demons. The old man set up this big array for the little friend, hoping that the little friend would feel the Buddha's heart to suppress the demonic nature and achieve the supreme positive result. ”

As if feeling some kind of calling, Sanskrit words are everywhere around, the Buddha is full of light, and the sound of rumbling chanting fills people's minds. There was a warm and peaceful atmosphere in the air, which made people feel sleepy, but I felt extremely awake, as if some kind of liliang was calling to me, and I wanted to go with it.

Ash became more and more uneasy, instinctively telling him not to be obsessed with the warm breath: but as the light of the Buddha around him grew stronger, the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by confusion and confusion, and a sense of drowsiness grew.

The golden rays were pervasive, seeping through his body, from the millions of pores, invading his flesh and blood, invading every bone and bone, and the depths of his soul. Everywhere you go, all the restlessness and irritability disappear, as if everything in the world is no longer important, as long as you merge into that golden mang, absorb and accommodate everything it contains, you can go straight to the other side of happiness as the old monk said.

Thirteen Lang's eyes were very strange, vigilant, doubtful, and mixed with some admiration and admiration, which seemed extremely complicated.

He said, "Master, why is this?"

Thirteen Lang's mana is neither spiritual nor demonic, but he has been in the demon realm for three years, and he does not reject demonic qi like spirituality, and there are naturally some demonic properties in the demonic body. Including the dean and Mr. Big, the reason why they can see through their bodies is that except for the Demon Mosquito Crystal and the Big Ash, there is no such demonic factor. At the beginning, Thirteen Lang was deeply affected by the suppression of the Buddha's light, and he knew very well what the consequences would be under the penetration of the Buddha's light, and he was deeply afraid of it.

However, to his surprise, the Buddha light of the bitter guard is stronger and more powerful, although the Buddha power has suppressed him, it is no longer as domineering and fierce as he is, and the effect is not as exterminating and destroying as he is, but with a trace of purification, as if "purifying." Or rather, it was born. ...,

Most importantly, the Buddha's light gave him a feeling that was difficult to describe, hostile and anticipating, as if eager to merge with it and become a completely new substance. Shisanlang didn't understand whether this move was deliberately done by the old monk, or whether there was a difference in the Buddha's light itself, so he could only suppress his anxiety and ask for advice from the bitter guard.

Finding that Thirteen Lang's eyes were still clear, a different color flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he said, "Xiaoyou knows the meaning of the old man. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes were even more puzzled, and he said, "Master is like this, don't you think I'm a demon?"

The old monk said: "The Buddha has ten thousand different paths, and the magic is divided into ten thousand kinds, how can it be treated as one." ”

Thirteen Lang thought for a while and said, "Master Ran said before that the Buddha wants to cross the demon. ”

The old monk said calmly: "The old man is just going to turn the little friend. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes gradually became sarcastic, and he said: "The transformation of the Buddhist family is surrender, why should the master hide it from me." ”

The old monk sighed and said, "Xiaoyou is not a Buddhist, and it is normal to have this misunderstanding. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at the big gray and found that it was drowsy, so he said: "Since this is the case, please master gather the Buddha's light on me, don't embarrass the senior brother." ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's name and said: "The cage has been completed, and the Buddha's nature is autonomous, so how can he interfere with it." The disciples of the Mountain Monarch are not among the Duhua, and the old man is powerless. ”

Thirteen Lang pondered the words of the old monk, raised his eyebrows and said: "The disciples of the Mountain Monarch cannot be crossed, what the master means... ，”

Before speaking, Shisanlang tried many times, and had already discovered a fact that he couldn't believe: under the light of the Buddha's light, he couldn't even call on his divine thoughts! In other words, even if he wanted to put away the big ash now, he couldn't do it: and from the feedback sent back by the dumb aunt, Shisanlang knew that although this kind of Buddha light was not very harmful to him, it was a real poison to the ghosts and even the "demonic beasts" like the big ash.

The old monk didn't make anything up and said, "You can't cross it, you can only purify it." ”

Thirteen Lang's heart was furious, and his voice became stern, and he said, "This is not purification, but killing!"

The old monk said calmly and firmly: "The Buddha's power is mighty, and it is his duty to eliminate demonic qi and demons. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "All spirits have a way, how can the master generalize. ”

The old monk replied: "All souls have a way, all laws are one, and the old man is a little friend, and he can't exist with monsters for a long time." ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes turned cold, and he said, "If it weren't for the special physique, I'm afraid I would also be among the masters to kill." The master keeps saying that he thinks about me, and he is extremely hypocritical. ”

The compassion in the old monk's eyes became heavier, but he no longer defended anything: Thirteen Lang thought about it seriously, and suddenly said: "If I am not mistaken, there is another meaning of the master's move. ”

"What does that mean?"

"The master wants to kill two birds with one stone, and with the help of my hands!"

"Why does Xiaoyou think so?"

"Because of what you have done and what you have said!"

Shisanlang said mockingly: "I understand, you will neither admit it nor deny it today, but will only change according to the situation." ”

Without waiting for the old monk to speak, he continued: "I can help the Heavenly Master fulfill his wish, but there is one condition, I hope that in the future, the Buddha Sect will not embarrass me with any star tribulation or other excuses." ”

The old monk looked at Thirteen Lang and said seriously: "Xiaoyou may or may not be right, but Lao Wei doesn't understand, where does Xiaoyou's confidence come from?"

Thirteen Lang said: "You don't have to worry about this, I just need a promise." ”

The old monk thought for a while and said, "I heard that Xiaoyou has recently specialized in prohibition, so please ask, compared with the forbidden building, how powerful is this cage?"

Shisanlang said calmly: "I said, you don't have to worry about this. ”...,

The old monk was silent, and only after a long time said: "Ten million Buddhas, how can the old man represent, Xiaoyou has already experienced the effect of the Buddha's light, why not give up the obsession, follow me..."

"I don't have to worry about it, so I don't have to talk about it. Since the master has set up such a formation, what he must be good at is precisely the way of the flesh and body, which is what you call the source of the sea of suffering!"

Finding that the situation of the big gray was getting worse and worse, Thirteen Lang couldn't wait any longer, and said in a serious and poisonous tone: "The Buddhist family is a thousand truths, pick it up and throw it over, Zuihou still has to speak with his fists." ”

Listening to his description, the old monk said with a wry smile: "The equality of all beings is the Buddha's grand wish, and the old monk can not compete with him. ”

Thirteen Lang's expression returned to calm, and he said sincerely: "Since this is the case, let's try to see if we can obtain this qualification." ”

As soon as the words fell, the demonic energy was released.

The surging demonic qi fountain shot out from the inside of Thirteen Lang's body, and the space that was originally illuminated by the golden rays instantly became pitch black as ink, and it was difficult for his eyes to reach the five feet around him, and the demonic clouds rolled and surged, like layers of wild waves crashing towards the shore, like a group of fierce demonic creatures, vowing to break down the barrier.

Under the impact of the demonic energy, the golden mangs suddenly contracted, and then like a lion being enraged, it turned from calm and peaceful to violent, like an indestructible steel wall, imprisoning the demonic qi in it. Looking around, there is a strange scene around the two people and a donkey, and there is a dark and dreary piece in the golden barrier, which seems to have thousands of troops and horses roaring, and there are rumbling Sanskrit chanting, which is staggered, and it is difficult to distinguish the superior for a while.

At the junction of the golden mang and the demonic energy, the lightning exploded one after another, making a thunderous sound; they were mortal enemies, and they did not have mercy and retreat like spirit creatures, and they had only one thought for each other, to kill!

"Eang!"

The big ash was surrounded by demonic energy, and his mind also came to his senses, remembering the treacherous situation of Shicai, and the god with ancient blood burst out with the strongest anger. He didn't care about the old monk in front of him, he raised his front hooves, roared and rushed forward, trampling in the air.

Faster than it was Thirteen Lang himself, who was like a wisp of light smoke, or a trace of demonic energy, dissolving into the surging sea of clouds and silently entering, coming behind Kuwei like lightning, and throwing two punches and kicks.

Fighting Jin Mang with demonic energy is the only way that Shisanlang can make his body feel free. When mana turns into a demon, his casting spells under the golden light must be limited: however, correspondingly, the old monk fights in a space full of demonic energy, and his supernatural powers are also restricted. Perhaps it can be said that before the victory and defeat were separated between Jin Mang and Demon Qi, the divine powers of both sides were pulled to an extremely low level, and neither of them could pose a threat to the other party.

The difference is that the treasures that the old monk uses are his own mana, but Thirteen Lang fights for his own mana, if you don't consider the strength of the supernatural powers, this kind of consumption, Thirteen Lang obviously suffers a big loss.

At the same time, Shisanlang understood that the old monk knew that he mainly relied on the flesh to fight, but he still dared to do so, which was enough to prove his confidence in the flesh body, but he was afraid that he would surpass himself.

It can also be semi-concluded from the fact that the disciples of the Buddha have never lacked the Dharma of refining the body, and the old monk seems to be dry and emaciated, but in fact he is only afraid that he has cultivated the Dharma Body of the Ming King, because of his long-term asceticism, his endurance for pain and injury is even farther beyond the reach of people.

On the whole, in this battle, except for the superiority in numbers, the Thirteen Lang were at a disadvantage: he had to force the battle, and he also had to take over the problem of the old monk.

The facts proved Thirteen Lang's guess, under the attack from both sides, the strength shown by the old monk was terrifying.

The New Year's paper is tossed for three days, and there is a group worship, and tomorrow I will receive the return of my daughter-in-law's mother's family, and the eighth day of the first month is the anniversary of my father-in-law, oops...... ，

New Year's ah, New Year's, I won't say much about apologies, in short, when I get to Shanghai, I will work hard to update the code word, and make up for the arrears of these days.

This chapter is two hundred and fifty chapters, and the old gun feels like a two-hundred-and-five, tired like a dog.

I don't ask for forgiveness, I beg your understanding again, old gun!

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