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Seeing Ye Xiangseng walking up to Meiling with a reverent face, Yi Tianxing, who was leaning on a golden stick and standing miserably, suddenly sank in heart, and many things that he couldn't understand suddenly figured out at this moment.

But this is not the time to go to a debate and find out the truth of the matter.

The bloody, mighty Buddha is still clubbing above Meiling, and the immovable people all over the ground are waiting to be empowered by Meiling Ma Sheng and build an Arhat position. And the three red lines on the rǔ white Buddha finger are almost faint to the point of being invisible.

The old monk of Meiling was hidden in the Buddha, and Yi Tianxing couldn't think of a way to get him out for the time being.

Ye Xiangseng walked to his side, raised his head slightly, looked at the blood Buddha in the sky, his eyes were soft, and he said softly: "This master, what is the purpose of becoming a Buddha?"

In the depths of the Blood Buddha, a hidden voice came.

"Become a unique existence, save the suffering of the people, and create a pure land. ”

Ye Xiangseng frowned, looked up with a bitter face and said, "If you don't save yourself, how can you save others?"

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As soon as the light of the Blood Buddha bloomed, thousands of red sè lights sprinkled towards Meiling.

Yi Tianxing felt the incomparably strong wind in front of him, snorted, inserted the golden stick into the soil, stabilized his figure, reached behind him, and went to catch Ye Xiang, a guy who was not afraid of death.

He stretched out his hand but did not grab Ye Xiangseng's hand.

Ye Xiangsheng slowly sat on the ground, the five fingers of his left hand slowly spread out, the soft green light between the fingers moistened the heart, like a green lotus that will open, the right hand and fingers were slightly oblique, and the right hand with only four fingers left put away two fingers, like a sharp sword.

As the Qinglian sword and hands gradually came out, the Bodhisattva statue behind him gradually became clear, and with a slight shake, the treasure statue soared into the air, and his body became incomparably huge, sitting quietly in the night sky above Meiling.

The Bodhisattva treasure statue is scattered with light, looking extremely soft, and facing the blood Buddha who is full of evil spirit and blood light!

Two extremely large statues confronted each other.

The peaks of Meiling seem to have become dwarfed at this time, and have become small mounds under the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

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In the light of the Blood Buddha Buddha, there are constantly Buddha verses, and the voice is grand, stirring between heaven and earth, and beating on the hearts of the two.

Ye Xiangseng sat cross-legged on the soil, his eyes were closed, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, as if he was enduring great pain, his lips were full of words, Yi Tianxing covered his chest, silently lowered his head and listened, and could barely distinguish a few paragraphs from the Diamond Sutra.

The statue of the Bodhisattva behind him is sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, and the green lotus in his left hand is sometimes blooming, sometimes wilting.

However, the Blood Buddha opposite them was radiant, and the blood qi was soaring, and the anger ran through the surrounding space, and the skin on the faces of the two of them was a little wrinkled under the strong pressure.

Yi Tianxing looked at the Blood Buddha above the high heavens, knowing that Ye Xiangsheng and Meiling Old Monk were fighting at the level of the jīng god, and it seemed useless for him to add another hand at this time.

The golden stick hit the ground lightly, and with the help of his strength, he floated to Ye Xiangseng's side, reciting the Zazen Sanwei Sutra that he felt the most, and cleared all the fire elements in his body into true yuan, and poured them into Ye Xiangseng's body.

Ye Xiangseng's ** is more fragile than Meiling's **, and the competition of jīng's divine power hurts the physical body.

Ye Xiangseng's ears were already bleeding gradually, and Yi Tianxing slapped him on the shoulder, and his body stabilized.

He smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that the other party is very strong." ”

Yi Tianxing's face was expressionless, and his hand was on his shoulder: "I know that the other party is very strong, and you are still here to die, if you wake up, I am always welcome to help me fight, but you are just a half-tone ...... now" suddenly woke up and scolded: "You still have leisure to chat with Lao Tzu at this time!"

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Ye Xiangseng smiled brightly, but he didn't look at the Blood Buddha at all, and the blood that came out of his ears flowed to his jaw and gradually coagulated...... He joined the scriptures, pointed together, chanted the Buddhist scriptures, and looked at the Blood Buddha with his eyes.

The Bodhisattva statue behind him has changed again!

I saw the night breeze blowing, Ye Xiang's monk's robe was slightly blowing, and the dust was removed, and the Bodhisattva statue behind him gradually had golden dots on the top of his head, and after a while, it gradually became a five-haired golden crown, and the Bodhisattva's cheeks gradually became rounded, and the treasure statue gradually became smaller...... In the shape of a child!

"The five hairs are the five wisdoms, and this last wisdom is the wisdom that is made!"

Ye Xiangsheng said innocently: "The Bodhisattva is a child-shaped, child-like, child-like, and the wisdom of Prajna is spotless, where is the blood light?"

With this sentence, the Bodhisattva treasure like the blue lotus petal held in the left hand blooms, the green light is magnificent, and the flower appears like a Sutra of Brahmanism! The blue light fills the top of the mountain, and the strong blood light of the blood Buddha melts at the touch of a touch, and the blood sè green sè is mixed and disappears, and it is dull.

Then, Ye Xiangseng lowered his head slightly, flicked the tip of his tongue, and the number bloomed: "Stop all ignorance and troubles!"

The Bodhisattva statue behind him slowly rose into the air with this word, the boy's face showed perseverance, and the vajra sword held in his right hand shone brightly, like a lightning bolt in the night sky, and the electric light fell from the sky, slashing heavily on the top of the huge blood Buddha!

Loud click!

The black mist on the top of the Blood Buddha suddenly appeared, rising in a curling manner, and the Buddha finger relics in the heart of the Blood Buddha's eyebrows were originally calmly suspended in the air, but at this time, they were also swayed by this lightning split, and the light body of the Blood Buddha gradually dimmed.

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"The King Kong sword can slash demons. ”

Yi Tianxing didn't open his eyes, but his divine sense saw this scene clearly, and he was rejoicing, but he found that the shoulders of Ye Xiangsheng under his palm trembled sharply, and the true yuan in the monk's body was actually drained in an instant!

“cāo！”

Yi Tianxing knew that Ye Xiangseng had gone all out this time, and he had actually reached the place where the oil had run out of lamps, he snorted, left his palm off his shoulder, and kicked the ground with his toes, and the whole person turned into a red dragon and threw himself towards the blood Buddha that was gradually fading! He had to drag the old monk of Meiling for a while, so that Ye Xiangseng would have time to recover his supernatural powers.

With a twist of his right hand, the golden stick suddenly flattened and became an incomparably sharp golden knife! In a moment, he killed in front of the Blood Buddha, and felt that the pressure of the Blood Buddha was much weaker than before, but he didn't have time to rejoice.

The light of the Buddha is like a man's clothes, and the bark of the tree was cut down one by one by his incomparable knife skills, and fell into the night.

The golden knife sharpens the Buddha's clothes, like a roaring golden dragon, walking around the body of the blood Buddha.

I don't know how long it took to chop, but the knife surface was also dyed with a layer of red sè, and the pure meaning was slightly gone, and the anger gradually appeared.

Yi Tianxing felt a little upset in his heart, and with a loud shout, the golden knife soared rapidly, turning into a sword that could separate heaven and earth, and slashed towards the top of the Blood Buddha's head!

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In this battle, Yi Tianxing was the most unlucky one, whenever he made a move, it was always when the old monk of Meiling was the strongest.

Ye Xiangseng's sword was like lightning, and he split the head of the Blood Buddha, his golden sword was like a dragon, but he was stopped horizontally by the old monk of Meiling who had just recovered.

The old monk of Meiling did not move his fingers, did not move, but his eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the golden knife.

The Blood Buddha's eyes opened again at this time, and the Buddha's eyes were like a prison, instantly freezing the golden knife!

The powerful anti-shock force surged into Yi Tianxing's heart again, and his knife was like a slash in his heart!

Yi Tianxing snorted, was shaken down from the sky like a stone, and fell miserably beside Ye Xiangseng, playing a trick of dog eating mud.

Ye Xiangsheng was affected by the residual energy, and he spurted blood with a pop.

Yi Tianxing's body was porcelain, but there was no problem, but he helped Ye Xiangseng and panted: "Can you still fight?"

Ye Xiangseng waved his hand weakly and said, "Let me rest again." ”

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This brother is really a pair of wonderful people in the world, and in this critical situation, he can still talk and smile, not deliberately for this, but he is really a little afraid in his heart, but he has to pretend not to care.

However, the old monk of Meiling will not give these two people time to rest.

The blood Buddha rereleased the blood light, and in the heart of the Buddha's eyebrows, the old monk of Meiling said quietly: "It turns out that the Bodhisattva is just like this, and he is very disappointed." ”

Yi Tianxing knocked the golden knife on the ground with a bang, and scolded like a scoundrel: "Disappointed you fart!"

He was very anxious, the Buddha's finger relics were about to melt, and the arhats were about to finish playing......

Ye Xiangsheng sensed the changes in the Blood Buddha, and his face was more worried, his relationship with the Arhats of Mount Meru was naturally not comparable to others, and his anxiety was even greater.

Barely sitting cross-legged on the ground, he clasped his hands together, kept chanting the scriptures, and the pure Buddha breath was slowly delivered to the Blood Buddha.

Ye Xiangseng was a Bodhisattva in his previous life, and in this life he is a Buddha who has been a monk since childhood, and his devotion to the Buddha is more firm than that of Yi Tianxing, but because of this, he will not be like Yi Tianxing, easy to be photographed by the external image of the Blood Buddha.

The Buddha of Ye Xiang's monk's heart should not be like this on Meiling.

So he didn't believe it, so he could make a move.

He clasped his hands together, and the Bodhisattva statue behind him shot out, and the Vajra sword in his right hand slashed out with the power of thunder. The hilt of the sword is in the Taoist temple, but the tip of the sword suddenly appears above the head of the Blood Buddha high in the sky.

There were a few loud sounds, and the lightning continued to strike, hitting the top of the Blood Buddha's head.

The blood Buddha's sè faded, but the angry laughter of the old monk of Meiling came out of the heart of the blood Buddha's eyebrows: "The time has come." ”

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Where the words fell, the Buddha finger relics in the heart of the blood Buddha's eyebrows shone brightly, and the entire blood Buddha was wrapped in it in an instant. This light is neither gold, nor red, nor yellow, nor white, and I can't tell what kind of face it is, but it is mellow and soft, and the power of tolerance looms.

The blood Buddha Sutra was plated with this soft light, and the anger faded in an instant.

A splendid Buddha appeared in the sky above Meiling.

The big Buddha opened his mouth lightly and whispered to the two people on the ground, "Worship me." ”

The four words were very gentle, but they hit Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The Bodhisattva statue behind Ye Xiangsheng was originally Zhan Zhanqing sè, which looked a little pale under the reflection of the Buddha's light at this time, and it was originally an innocent Bodhisattva child's face, showing a bit of sadness at this time.

Yi Tianxing only felt that the coercion was coming, and his body was weak, so he bowed down to the big Buddha, but the innate arrogance made him stabilize his figure, shouted angrily, and barely stood in the Buddha's light with the golden knife.

Ye Xiangsheng had compassion on his face, but there was blood in his facial features, and his eyes suddenly flashed a trace of enlightenment.

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The Buddha refers to the three blood lines of the relics have faded, and the old monk of Meiling feels the great feeling of freedom coming from every corner of his body, and suddenly feels fluttering and insignificant, as if he is riding the wind away, and gently embracing this calamitous world.

"This is what a Buddha feels like?"

The old monk of Meiling was suddenly a little confused, and the feeling of being at ease made him suddenly a little confused, making him a little tired, and he suddenly felt that he had been guarding Meiling for five hundred years, and when this moment came, was it necessary. Looking at Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng who looked like two small black dots on the ground, he suddenly didn't want to pay attention to these two people.

He didn't want to play with these two "people" anymore, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. So he lightly pronounced the Buddha's name, and then slowly pressed his thin palm to the ground, and the Buddha's finger relics also shone with his slight movement.

The Buddha statue outside the body also moved with this action, and the palm of the Buddha scattered light, and pressed down firmly and persistently to the ground.

Where the Buddha's palm is coming, the clouds disperse and the sound of tearing is loud.

The wind blows, the trees fall, the houses collapse, the hills collapse, the streams scatter, and the birds and beasts run.

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Seeing that the huge Buddha palm pressed towards the top of his head, Yi Tianxing glanced at Ye Xiangsheng, who was in deep thought, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips, making up his mind. The three flavors of zazen meditation in the body are lucky, and the right hand gently wraps the bird's tail, and poses in a Tai Chi posture, and a figure of nothingness suddenly appears around the body.

It is the Three Seven Stars Fighting Method, and he is urging with Buddhism, which is really unreasonable.

The figure he forced out swayed lightly with his right hand, and after the tail of the finch appeared, it quickly put its five fingers together and turned into a palm.

"Up!"

Yi Tianxing's body trembled slightly, and he greeted the sky with one palm, and there was a faint Buddha's breath on the edge of his palm, which was the big mudra he learned from Ye Xiangsheng.

His palm is extremely weak, compared with the palm of the Buddha that the old monk of Meiling descended from the sky, it is like a candle flame to the sun, and mosquitoes and flies to the goshawk.

But he still chose to take his palm, here and now, he just wanted to escape, and Ye Xiangseng didn't seem to be able to run.

Yi Tianxing palmed, and the figure around him who was getting bigger and bigger also palmed.

A "small palm" glowing with golden light gently slapped on the palm of the Buddha descending from the sky, like a mosquito crashing to death on the surface of the alien mothership.

Not even a spark stirred up one.

There is also a second palm.

The phantom around Yi Tianxing's body was about ten meters high, and this phantom was still a little powerful with one palm.

But when it touched the slowly descending Buddha palm, it was still silently destroyed.

Yi Tianxing...... And the last palm.

The golden knife that had been hanging in the air and standing quietly on the edge of the palm of his right hand slammed back into the shape of the most primitive round rod, and with Yi Tianxing's palm, it sneered and broke through the wind, flying towards the Buddha palm that was about to be pressed on the top of the two of them!

The distance of the flight was extremely short, and in this extremely short distance, the front end of the golden stick suddenly became thicker, flattened, and turned into a ball of molten gold, and suddenly a huge golden palm was born, which suddenly faced the Buddha's palm.

There was a loud bang.

The momentum of the Buddha's palm pressing down is slightly blocked.

And Yi Tianxing, who was holding on to the other slender end of the golden stick, turned his pupils white, and he was almost stunned, and his whole body was buried in the soil.

He shook his head violently to wake up, and with a movement of his heart, the golden light flashed, and this end of the golden stick was also turned into a big "lump", buried deep in the soil.

He was no longer under force, and the golden hoop turned into a "golden dumbbell" with two extremely thick ends and extremely thin between.

The boundless power of the Buddha's palm pressed against that head, and the deep and bottomless earth supported this head.

Between them is the thin body of a gold rod.

The stick shook and creaked, as if it could break at any moment.

But it is worthy of an ancient artifact, and it is still barely supported between Fowei and Houtu.

Yi Tianxing wiped his nosebleed and shouted wildly: "Ye Xiang, run away!"

As soon as he went to hug Ye Xiangseng, he was ready to escape, even if he threw this golden stick in Meiling, there was no way.

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With a bang, the golden stick ...... Naturally, it will not break, but it was pressed into the soil by the Buddha's palm.

The earth shook, and Yi Tianxing, who was about to run away with Ye Xiangseng, fell, then put one hand around Ye Xiangseng's waist and sat on the ground, Ye Xiangseng's face was covered with blood and half lying in his arms.

The two of them looked at the Buddha palm that was getting closer and closer to the top of their heads, and they were stunned for a moment, but they forgot how warm their posture was at this time.

Yi Tianxing only had time to explain: "It's okay, this land is quite soft, I protect you, I can't crush us." ”

Ye Xiangsheng's black pupils flashed differently, and his palms were closed, and there seemed to be some strange power in his palms that was preventing his palms from touching.

It was this action that the huge Buddha palm, which was only about one meter above their heads, stopped like this, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

In this way, as if time had stopped, the palm of the Buddha's palm covering the sky and the earth was frozen above the heads of the two.

I don't know how long it took.

Yi Tianxing straightened up stupidly, and subconsciously reached out to touch the Buddha palm on the top of his head.

The Buddha's palm has no substance, just a soft point of light.

As soon as Yi Tianxing's hand touched the Buddha's palm, the Buddha's palm turned into a sky full of light and scattered without a trace.

Yi Tianxing was even more stupid.

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High in the sky, in the depths of the big Buddha, there was a somewhat crazy voice from the old monk of Meiling: "How is this?"

No one could answer him.

Ye Xiangsheng sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and kept chanting the scriptures, and the pure Buddha's breath emanated from his body, and the Bodhisattva treasure statue that had turned white revived, the lotus flower bloomed again, and the sword became sharper.

"Movement is the same. ”

Ye Xiangseng said, slowly opening his eyes, there was no trace of negative emotions in his black pupils, all of admiration.

His hands finally broke free from the shackles of that power and joined together.

His facial features were still bleeding, and he was bleeding from the wounded right finger in Hong Kong.

The palms are together, only the fingers, and there is blood between the fingers.

It seems that there is a vacant piece, as if something is missing.

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"This is impossible!" The old monk of Meiling in the heart of the big Buddha's eyebrows stared at the Buddha finger relics that kept spinning rapidly, his eyes were blood-red, and he roared in a low voice.

Yi Tianxing was silent, not playing two sentences like in the Shuyuan Academy, but just looked at Ye Xiangsheng who kept chanting the scriptures with a worried face.

The night breeze gradually stopped, the trees were peaceful, and the ants under the roots of the turned out trees no longer fled in panic and began to look for a new home.

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"If you want me to worship you, I will worship. ”

Ye Xiangsheng respectfully titheed the Buddha statue made by the old monk of Meiling.

It is the Buddha statue of the old monk in Meiling, but it is the relics of the Buddha's eyebrows that are worshipped.

The relics seemed to be induced by something, and the rotation was even more urgent.

The old monk of Meiling faintly realized that he had been looking forward to penance for so many years, so he was going to turn farther and farther away from himself with the rotation of this finger bone, and a heart that did not move the Buddha finally couldn't support it, and he reached out to grab the finger bone.

As soon as the Buddha's heart moves, the phalanges are sensitive.

Snort.

The Buddha finger relics in the heart of the big Buddha's eyebrows suddenly disappeared without a trace!

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Yi Tianxing snorted, fell to the ground, and ate another mouthful of mud.

The strong wind came out of nowhere, and when he got up, he saw Ye Xiangseng staring at his palm and looking at it carefully, his expression was like a bride with yellow appliqués in the mirror.

There is nothing unusual about Ye Xiangseng's right hand, it is still the same as ordinary people, it is five fingers.

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Five fingers? Yi Tianxing widened his eyes to look at Ye Xiang's right hand, and suddenly found that he was originally missing a finger, but at this time, he actually gave birth to a finger again, which was originally a notched finger, and there was a white and slender finger, which was intimately snuggling with the rest of the fingers!

Buddha fingers?

Buddha fingers!

The Buddha in the night sky suddenly dimmed, revealing the weak face of the old monk of Meiling inside.

"Poke him!"

Yi Tianxing was overjoyed, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of white teeth inside, and yelled at Ye Xiangseng.

Ye Xiangsheng was a little inexplicable, and he didn't seem to understand what was going on on with him.

"How do you poke it?"

Yi Tianxing laughed wildly, realized something, and raised a finger extremely arrogantly, and made a very bad gesture to the old monk of Meiling floating in the night sky.

Ye Xiangsheng smiled bitterly and did as he said.

He curled his four fingers, holding that finger proudly to the sky, proudly to the Buddha.

Refers to the sudden light, like a round of sun in the dark night, illuminating the entire Meiling Mountains.

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Buzz Buzz ...... The heavens and the earth resounded with the sound of countless endless forces clashing.

In the night sky, the Buddha disappeared in an instant under the light of this light, as if it had never appeared in this world.

Only the old monk of Meiling, whose face was full of yīn, was left floating in the night.

"There is no Buddha in the south. ”

Ye Xiangsheng smiled, and the fingers of his right hand shone softly.

It was too late, it was fast, after the true body of the old monk of Meiling was revealed from the Buddha statue, in front of and behind the mountain of Meiling Mountain, two figures suddenly rushed up, both of which carried the supreme might, and suddenly rushed to the sky, and in a moment, they came to the front of the old monk of Meiling.

One person was beaten horizontally with a golden stick, and the other person was slashed with a fairy trick.

Puff puff...... A series of loud noises sounded above the night sky, and the energy rushed to the ground, and the calamitous night scene of Meiling was robbed again, and the big trees were blown down countless by the wind, and after the loud noise, the three figures snorted at the same time and fell down.

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The first to get up was that guy, Chen Shuping. He looked at the dying Meiling old monk on the ground with a smile, spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, and scolded: "Call you yīn Laozi!"

The second one to get up was Yi Tianxing, who glanced at Chen Shuping and cautiously walked to the old monk Meiling.

The old monk of Meiling was no longer able to do it, and a little black blood overflowed from all over his body.

Yi Tianxing looked at him with narrow eyes, his hand tightly holding the golden hoop stick, not knowing what to say.

Ye Xiangseng also dragged his seriously injured body here, he looked at the old monk of Meiling, and said with a tithe: "Go." ”

The old monk of Meiling suddenly calmed down, and said with a gentle smile: "Why can't the blood clan?"

Ye Xiangsheng thought for a while and said: "The blood clan can, but the old monk of Meiling can't." ”

The old monk of Meiling was a mixture, his face was pale, and his old cheeks could finally see a few traces of the handsome prince of the blood clan five hundred years ago, and he smiled: "The Bodhisattva means that the sin of blood sucking blood can be atoned, because blood sucking is their need for survival, and the old monk of Meiling devouring the Buddha is for the sin that cannot be atoned, because this is his**, even if this ** is based on a good wish." ”

He bowed his head, raised his head, and said softly, "Maybe Bodhisattva, you are right. ”

Suddenly, there was a thud behind him, and two very large and extremely black wings were displayed, and the black velvet on the wings looked incomparably luxurious, smooth as satin in the moonlight.

A darkness mixed with light, blood mixed with a breath of compassion filled Meiling Peak.

Uncle Chen's plane changed, and he took a step back.

Yi Tianxing's eyes were cold, and he pulled Ye Xiangseng behind him to protect him.

Ye Xiangsheng flashed out from behind him, looked at the old monk of Meiling who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said softly with compassion on his face: "Good, in the next life, cultivate from the beginning, and take refuge in the right path from the wrong path, how can you not become a Buddha?"

The old monk of Meiling sat cross-legged on the ground, his black wings from hell swaying gently, as if he was enjoying the last night breeze of Meiling.

He spoke suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out of his lips, making his speech a little slurred, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

He then bowed slightly to Ye Xiangseng and said: "The Bodhisattva is the master of the Buddhas, and when he leaves, he will be enlightened by the Bodhisattva, which is also considered a blessing." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old monk of Meiling made his eyes blood-red, and suddenly howled to the sky, and the sound of howling was endless for a long time, making everyone only cover their ears.

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The howl soared into the sky, piercing the bright moon, seemingly unwilling, seemingly relieved, and seemingly resentful.

The howl grew weaker and became inaudible.

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The sound of the Buddha was read from the lips of Ye Xiangmonk, and it was read from all directions above Meiling.

The light of the Buddha is magnificent, and countless Buddhas rise in the sky in the light and shadow, hanging in the night sky, or compassion, or perseverance, or detachment, all kinds of emotions are mixed with those Buddha xìng light points, and the light of the stars in the sky is taken away.

The arhats bowed their heads to Ye Xiang and Yi Tianxing in the night sky, and these arhats had different faces, either thin or plump, handsome or old and weak, all of them only bowed, and then turned into meteors and went to the ends of the earth, not knowing who they would be reborn in the world, and who they would be.

Buddha xìng scattered in the night sky, leaving a silence in the air, Ye Xiangsheng and Yi Tianxing sincerely swayed.

Even Chen Shuping bowed his head slightly to show respect, although these Arhats' Buddhas may be his targets after they are reincarnated in the future.

Another point of light gradually rose, as if he didn't know where he was going, gently swaying his light tail above Meiling, looking a little reluctant.

The point of light gradually condensed, and the three of them on Meiling saw clearly that this Arhat Buddha was different from the previous ones, and a pair of pale gold wings were generated behind them, looking gorgeous and abnormal.

Ye Xiangsheng sighed in praise and bowed to the Buddha.

The arhat seemed to understand something, and he returned the salute, turned into a meteor, and reincarnated.

"There is one less Buddha in the world, but there is one more Arhat in the sky, it should be ...... That's a good thing. ”

Yi Tianxing put his hand on the canopy, watched the point of light gradually drift away, and sighed subconsciously.

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The predecessor Brother Su has a word Bodhisattva:

Qiao Nanjiang light red plum small. Xiaomei is red and shallow Jiangnanqiao. Peep at me to the hedge. The hedge peeked at me. The old man is coming. Pedestrian old when it arrives. Parting cherishes the stump. The branches are sad to part.