The bald old man's voice fell, like a flood of bells, shaking everyone's eardrums numb.

"The lion roars at the Buddha's door." Chen Jiu grinned.

I didn't expect this old man to be really short-tempered, and he had to use the lion's roar of Buddhism to say anything.

"What about knowing my heels?" Qianying said coldly, "A kid who has learned a little bit of Buddhism, what can he do to me?" ”

"Fur?!" The bald old man laughed angrily.

"Then I'll show you if it's fur!"

The next moment, the helicopter's cabin suddenly opened, revealing more than a dozen round stone pillars.

"Stone pillars?" Chen Jiu frowned and glanced at it, and with his eyesight, he could vaguely see Xiao Su and the inscription, "The inscription of the Buddha Gate?" ”

I saw the bald old man shouting angrily.

A stone pillar fell from the plane in an instant and fell into the sea.

"Vision! Fudo Myoking's mudra! ”

Then another stone pillar fell.

"Ear Realm! The Great Samadhi Mudra! ”

"Nose Realm! The Great Day is like a five-wisdom seal! ”

"Tongue Knowledge! Vajra Realm Mudra at Ease! ”

"Realm of Consciousness! The treasure is like a mudra! ”

……

A series of eighteen stone pillars fell, falling in the eighteen directions of the portal, enclosing Qianying in a peculiar formation.

"Eighteen Realms Pillar Array?" Chen Jiu's face showed a different color.

I didn't expect that now, there are still people who understand this kind of formation from a thousand years ago.

These eighteen stone pillars are respectively "six roots", "six senses" and "six dusts".

There are six outer root realms, one is the color realm, the second is the sound realm, the third is the fragrance realm, the fourth is the taste realm, the fifth is the touch realm, and the sixth is the Dharma realm.

There are six inner root realms, one is the eye realm, the second is the ear realm, the third is the nose realm, the fourth is the tongue realm, the fifth is the body realm, and the sixth is the mind realm.

The six realms of consciousness, the realm of one eye, the realm of two ears, the realm of three noses, the realm of four tongues, the realm of five bodies, and the realm of six consciousnesses.

These eighteen worlds are the root of all unwholesome dharma and the root of all calamities, and the "Eighteen Realms Pillar Array" of this Buddhism is a Dharma circle used to imprison all calamities.

"That's a lot of money." Chen Jiu was secretly frightened.

To be able to use the Eighteen Realms Pillar Array, what level of Dharma cultivation is required, but the eighteen stone pillars that serve as the eyes of the array must be worshiped by the incense of the three generations, and the blessings of the three generations of high monks are also required, and then through the chanting of the three generations of monks.

That is to say, a single stone pillar.

It will take the time of the ninth life before it can be used as the eye of the Eighteen Realms Pillar Array, and it will not be possible to live one lifetime.

And now, in order to arrange this formation, this old man took out eighteen at one time.

"He is worthy of being an old man of the Huangpu family, he is really wealthy." Chen Jiu sighed for a while, only the family background of the Huangpu family can take out such a treasure that needs to be enshrined in the ninth generation, and it is any ordinary family.

This random stone pillar can be used as a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation.

However, as a ghost mother who came out of the Nine Shadows, she is indeed worthy of such a big scene.

Eighteen stone pillars fell.

Suddenly, the monstrous Buddha light shrouded this sea area, and under the light of the Buddha, the yin qi suddenly retreated.

It's not that the ghost mother is not strong, but the Buddha Light Authentic Circle's effect on the restraint of yin qi and evil spirits is too strong.

The ghost mother was silent.

Just waved his hand, and most of the Buddha light in the large array was forcibly erased by the strange power, and only the remaining eighteen array eyes still emitted Buddha light fighting against this strange power.

However, it was immediately wrapped in layers of black gas, losing its original golden color.

Within the great array, the yin qi was even worse, rolling like the sea, without a trace of light, and the entire sea was gray, like a ghost in the world.

"Sure enough, the ghost mother is not so easy to deal with." Chen Jiu looked at this scene thoughtfully, although the Eighteen Realms Pillar Array was strong, it had a strong suppressive effect on ghosts.

But is the ghost mother an ordinary ghost?

Even the Ten Palaces of Yama in the past could only suppress it in the ancient city.

"How daring!" Seeing this, the bald old man scolded angrily, and his eyes suddenly shot out golden light, passing through the clouds, "South Wu Elysium World, the West Heaven is also here!" ”

Suddenly, a big Buddha appeared in front of the bald old man.

The left hand of the Buddha is placed horizontally on the left foot, and the right hand is bent upwards to make a ring, which is the statue of Shakyamuni.

On the left and right sides of Shakyamuni, there are two other statues of gods, on the left is the Buddha of the Buddha and the Lord Ananda, and there are also eighteen Arhat statues in front of the three statues, which have changed the auspicious and solemn appearance of the past.

A venerable is angry and angry, implying that the demons are subdued and the demons are eliminated.

The bald old man stepped through the rolling yin qi and shouted: "When you see the Buddha, don't kneel yet!" ”

The ghost mother's face did not change, and she said coldly: "Just the law, even if the true venerable is here, I am not afraid." ”

Her voice was extremely cold, revealing a strange power, which made everyone's consciousness go into a trance.

"Bold and wicked! How dare you disrespect the Buddha! The bald old man shouted, "The karma is heavy, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!" ”

In an instant, he folded his hands and recited the scriptures in his mouth, and the entire Eighteen Realms Pillar Array resounded with the sound of the Buddha, and the sound was pervasive, appearing in everyone's minds out of thin air, like a mosquito buzzing.

Even the onlookers were affected.

"Hurry up and stabilize your mind, and your mind is free of distractions!" Seeing this, the fat man immediately reminded him, and then the whole person immediately closed his eyes and fell into a state of emptiness.

This Buddha sound does not have much impact on ordinary people.

But for those who have been in contact with cursed objects and ghosts for many years, it still has a certain degree of influence, but it also has the miraculous effect of cleansing the soul.

As long as it's not a distraction in your heart, it won't hurt at all.

But for the Fourth Holy Envoy and the Ghost Mother who were located in the Eighteen Pillars Array, this Buddha sound was a completely different feeling.

The Fourth Holy Envoy, who was originally motionless, suddenly trembled violently, his body seemed to be uncontrollable, and while muttering repentance, he crashed towards the Eighteen Realm Pillars' array eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Under the Buddha's light, his already rotten skin and flesh were suddenly cracked by the Buddha's light, and the black and smelly black blood splashed out, staining the eyes of the array, and immediately turned into a black smoke and dissipated.

"Buddhism Sanskrit." The ghost mother raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the bald old man in front of her with some surprise, this technique is not only a Dharma, but only a monk with advanced cultivation can make it possible.

Especially for ghosts, the damage is even greater, and those Buddha sounds falling into their ears are tantamount to life-seeking talismans.

The next moment, the ghost mother's heart moved, and countless ghosts like wandering spirits flew out of her cuffs, winding towards the bald old man without fear of death.

"Huh?" The bald old man frowned.

This spirit is not very powerful, but it contains an extremely strange power, which is more than the yin qi, and even the statues of the Buddhas have dimmed under the erosion of the spirit.