The sound of the flute is mixed in the wind, sometimes melodious and tactful, sometimes condensed and harsh, like the joy, anger and sorrow of the five turbid worlds, every note hits the listener's heart, evoking the fragile scars that he most unwilling to recall in the depths of his soul, and the most unbearable sad past.

People are rolling in the red dust, who can be spotless, who can live up to the original intention?

As soon as the "Red Dust Wonderful Sound" came out, the joys and sorrows were separated, and even the Bodhisattva was no longer pure, falling from the lotus platform to the dust.

Seven or eight blazing flames in mid-air seemed to be poured head-on by a huge wave, and they were extinguished without a trace at once.

Jiang Chen raised his eyes to search, but still did not see Manjushri's figure.

Outside the main hall, a slender and slender shadow floated from the night, and the green silk was scattered, like a fairy and a charm, blowing the hole flute.

Jiang Chen said: "Don't blow it, the people have already run away." ”

Zhou Lingyudai's eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes turned, and her clear and crystalline eyes were looking forward to it, and she had a full view of the situation in the hall.

"Am I late?" She said.

Jiang Chen said: "Did you have diarrhea halfway, why did you come so late?" ”

Ling Xiao realized that it was right at that time.

Manjushri was staring at the spell, wanting to bring this dark breath into the mortal world, but Re is Ding's arms tightened, and he was actually taken into his arms by Qianghao.

"Gong Yongtang! It's a strong house! ”

"What's that?"

No wonder we are so shaken.

As a martial artist and a god refiner, refining his body with divine thoughts can be regarded as another way.

Holding the blue lotus in his right hand, the nature of Prajna is stained.

The vajra sword of small wisdom in the left hand cuts off all clear troubles, all pure distractions, and all the entanglements of demons.

"The Bodhisattva apparition! Bodhisattva manifestation! ”

With this chanting, the magma at Ling Xiao's feet swelled more and more intensely, and even gushed out of the crater, spreading to the seven directions of heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao sat on the head of the bed, closed his eyes and listened for a while, and the situation of Jiang Chenrui and Wenshu feeding each other came to my mind.

The panicked emotions spread to hundreds, and for the bodhisattvas who are weak and self-supporting, it is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

I don't know why, my eyelids always jump and stop, and my heart is safe.

You put the flute to your lips, and with a slight luck, the sound of the flute overflowed from each flute hole like a turbid spring, quietly overflowing the whole world.

Zhou Lingyu didn't argue, his eyes were sparkling, he raised his eyes in anticipation, and suddenly snorted again: "He is inevitably too arrogant!" ”

'You've gone mad?' ’

Qiang Hao could see that Manjushri loved Jiang Chenrui from the bottom of his heart, and if he did, he would personally go down to the door to accept the disciples, giving me a day and a night to think about it, and then came to the door again to persuade him, which can be said to be a painstaking effort. Even if Jiang Chenrui is now hanging on his name, with Manjushri's cunning and cunning, he can see what he means. Since that old guy can see at a glance that Jiang Chenrui is a rare root bone in the world, how can he ......

With a wave of Ling Xiao's left hand, the space that collapsed up from the small piece froze for it.

Ling Xiao realized halfway through her speech that she might hurt the poor girl's self-esteem.

Perhaps, snatching the fruit of forgetting worries is the real purpose of your people who came all the way to kill Zhou Lingyu?

Under the top of his head, there seemed to be no heavenly man sitting in the middle of the void, and he sang in a low voice: "But as far as the fate is exhausted, that is, like a Buddha." As soon as the thought returns, it will be the same. In the Buddha it is to increase, in everything it is to decrease, in life it is dirt, in the Buddha it is pure, in the Buddha it is to be born, in it is to extinguish ......"

The Bodhisattva sits on the white lotus platform, pure and dirty.

'Yes......

Could it be that it is said that every physical sanctification must go through the thunder and fire tribulation?

The sound of the flute is only a bodhisattva, and there is no good woman and man who is full of temples. That's a trick to draw salary.

Qiang Hao left quietly, standing under the willow embankment by the river, looking back at the burning flames and the crowd that fled in panic, and exhaled slightly.

The feng shui pattern in the small hall changed drastically. The four gates are reversed, and the barrier is turned into a cage.

People are in the red dust, their hearts have nothing to do, and their desires swell with the sound of the flute, and they quickly breed to the point where they can be controlled by law.

Ling Xiao just asked casually, and he also expected to get an answer, but Manjushri did not hide it, and said calmly: "Forget the worries." A kind of fruit that grows next to the Buddha statue, steals the incense of the Buddha, and is worshiped by all the people, but it is persuaded that it has no effect of immortality. ”

The real body of the glass descended on the place where light and darkness meet, and as soon as the weak breath came to the world, it attracted the lights of the entire Futu Temple to ripple, and all living beings worshipped it.

The treasure light in front of my head was dim, and my golden body was shattered in a controlled manner, and I maintained the posture of Nirvana with both hands in front of me, and I sat down and fell into the ......

"It's not almost, you've been toyed with by him."

The chanting of these Buddhist scriptures scattered around them is consistent and becomes tranquil and disorderly, while another empty sound of the flute seems to come across time and space, each sound penetrates the glass heart of the Bodhisattva.

In the quiet voice, I don't know who took the lead, and the crowd fell one by one, all chanting the name of the Bodhisattva, and bowing to the east.

Jiang Chenrui was drenched in sweat, his mouth was silent, and the wooden sword under his hand was not eyeless, but Qiang Hao could see at a glance that my movements were vain, and I was slow to retreat, although it seemed to be sharp, it was still the level of Menlihan, and it was far from becoming a real swordsman.

Qiang Hao made a strange muffled sound outside his throat, and suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Xiao's eyes were cold, he gasped slightly, and moved his steps to move closer to Manjushri.

Feelings welled up in my heart, and I heard the faint and approaching voice of the celestial Brahman.

If you can hold such a delicate body in your arms, this is simply a pleasure that only Elysium can have.

It can't be said that after a night of practice, Jiang Chenrui's regression is not obvious, although he has learned a few moves, but it is too gorgeous for me now, I don't even have a solid grasp of the basic skills, let alone comprehend the essence of swordsmanship. As a little master of kendo, Manjushri must be able to see that, but I seem to be slow at all, and I also ask Jiang Chenrui to stand on the horse and practice the plate or something, just like playing with the big man.

There must be no one Ling Xiao here, even if he can avoid a small part of the force with "spatial solidification", he will at least lose both of them and end up with Luohan.

The Arhat in the shadows had already seized the opportunity at that moment, and instantly penetrated the birth gate, and took the initiative to descend the true body of the glass into the mortal world, and he was about to subdue the two little devils in one fell swoop.

At this time, the palace Yongtang has been restored to its original appearance, the whole small hall has become the lotus platform of the true body of the Bodhisattva, the glass body sits under the lotus platform, at most not a dozen floors low, holy and solemn, a huge circle of roulette appears in front of the head, the Sanskrit mantra is carved under the wheel, it turns rapidly, and the darkness is released outside the white night, reflecting half of the sky.

'I want to teach Yongrui the real skills?' That belief flashed through Ling Xiao's heart.

Feeling this vast and surging immortal power, not to mention the confident people, even if Xuan Gang saw this situation with his low hand, I am afraid that he would have to tremble twice, and there was a trace of resistance.

"Oh no." Ling Xiao thought to herself that the girl was really polite, and dared to call herself as a free laborer. Yes, it must have been an invitation to deal with the Futu Sect, and I will naturally be self-sufficient. After all, not having an ally to fight side by side is less than the feeling of being alone in the dark......

Before resting for a while, both men suppressed their injuries. At this time, I also heard a small number of chaotic voices rushing towards that side.

At this time, the guards under the head of the Holy City also saw this Bodhisattva in the vicinity, and even their eyebrows were cloudy and recognizable. We looked at each other, rubbed our eyes vigorously, and knelt down directly.

"Let's go." Qiang Hao turned his head to Manjushri and said.

But Qiang Haoqiang thought it was angry and smiled: "So let's break up outside there." The plan for the previous step, you need to draw up according to the reaction of the Futu Sect, and if you want to use his power, you will send someone to inform him. ”

We can also hear the leisurely Sanskrit chanting in the void, diffusing throughout the heavens and the earth, as if several monks chanting in unison, magnificent and immense, and directly shaking the soul.

The Vajra sword slashed up, and the space collapsed layer by layer.

Is it the ghost of the Arhat that haunts you?

Mortals will realize that this vast force that makes us awe and worship originates from us.

Manjushri said, "The rumors may not be true, but they can increase your life span by a few years. You're guessing that it's one of the smallest temples in the Ubutu Sect, and it probably won't have a fruit or two, so try your luck. Is he coming with you? ”

There is a theory that in this realm, or in this realm, as long as the soul fails to cultivate the real glazed jade body, they are all penetrated into the pores by the sound of the flute, and they have some escape.

This real weakness was shattered by an illusory illusion. When no one believes it to be true, the illusion becomes true.

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, intending to utter a vajra drink. However, my spiritual platform was shaken, my Buddha body collapsed, and even a curse was uttered.

The rhythm of these magma and fiery eruptions, although majestic and small, almost like the scorching sun, has not gradually escaped my own control.

Qiang Haoqiang was known as the first beauty in the sky back then, and his appearance was needless to say, although there seemed to be no thin layer of smoke under his face at this time, but only this pair of eyes containing a touch of sorrow and a perfect and flawed outline were enough to make the woman fall for it.

Some of the believers at the bottom noticed the Bodhisattva's abnormality and screamed in horror.

The shadow under the Bodhisattva's forehead appeared, and it turned out to be a huge lacquer-white crack, which was clearly the appearance of prosperity and extinction.

Ling Xiao sat alone on the top of the volcano, feeling the righteousness of the Dao Law, and suddenly felt that the wind and clouds had changed abruptly, and it seemed that there was no minimal safety approaching from below.

Before leaving, Ling Xiao set a fire to erase the traces of the battle. The light wind blew, and there was a violent crackling sound in the small hall, and the raging tongue of fire erupted violently, spreading rapidly in the wind, and slowly swallowing away the small pieces of the wall.

"Uh, yes, you're still ...... old"

Manjushri wiped the bloodshot on his lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go first, you have to go and get something." ”

Zhou Lingyu said: "I just felt a special aura, chased to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and went to the Discipline Hall again, but I didn't find Manjushri's true body, I didn't expect him to appear here." Manjushri is very good at hiding, and he is almost invincible because of the feng shui protection of this place, and even I was almost confused by him......"

"Not that miraculous fruit yet?" Ling Xiao thought to himself that in order to make up for the sequelae of "Stopping this Beauty", Manjushri was probably frantically searching for drugs that had effects similar to longevity, longevity, and rejuvenation. It's hard for you to find a little time out of your busy schedule to deal with the Futu Sect......

That was the first time that this year's "Yingjie List" Bangyan and Tanhua teamed up. Perhaps the first time they joined forces.

"Oh my God! The Bodhisattva has gone to earth! ”

The bells rang and the wooden fish struck.

That thought flashed through my mind, and then a hint of panic followed, and the volcano and magma became less and less out of control. Ling Xiao slowly collected his mind and silently recited the Bingqing mantra.

The river is still muddy, and the moonlight is still ugly, but the mood of the people running on the moonlight in that small underground has long been fierce.

The faith of the tens of millions of beings in the Futu Temple was drawn by it, turned into the power of demon subjugation, and washed towards the two great figures in the small hall.

The two of them looked at each other, and their faces were the same bleak.

Manjushri sighed faintly.

With the help of the all-out blow sent by tens of millions of believers, Zhou Lingyu could resist and overwhelm the country and the city.

Manjushri put on the flute, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and saw that no trace of red leaked from between your fingers.

Manjushri had time to distinguish between the enemy and you in a hurry, and you only saw in your eyes that this wisp of breath hidden in the shadows was captured by yourself, and you were dragged out of the barrier of the Eight Realms little by little, but you noticed that Ling Xiao, who was shrouded in the sound of the flute, was looking at you directly, and his face glowed with a natural crimson.

Visualizing itself, the true element is stable, the weather is majestic, and the interior scene is real, just like a crater, blazing and vigorous.

Qiang Hao returned to the inn, and there was still a sound of wooden swords clashing outside the next room. Jiang Chenrui and Wenju have not rested.

If you succeed, you have to break the test today?

The sky is falling, and the ground is surging with golden lotus.

Although it is in the rolling red dust, it is independent and dyed with a little dust.

Being able to hit two small low hands at the same time, Zhou Lingyu's sacrificial blow can be described as terrifying.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false!

You were taken aback for a moment, Rao is your cultivation to the heavens, but in the face of such a situation, there was also a little mess in the sound of the flute, and the "Red Dust Wonderful Sound" paused for a moment, and then tactfully as usual.

There was no wind in the void, dark clouds gathered in the dome, and the heavens and the earth were dark.

The starlight broke through the clouds and sprinkled the ground.

It may be a phantom, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is real.

Ling Xiao looked at it for a while, and felt that Manjushri was just teaching swordsmanship as a pretense, but in fact he was leading Jiang Chenrui to learn a set of footwork. With Ling Xiao's eyesight, it can also be seen that there is nothing outstanding about that set of footwork, maybe it is more compatible with the "Youpa Sword Technique". I also paid attention to the situation here again, and turned my mind to sink into my own practice.

The breath in the shadows noticed that point, smiled hotly, and took the opportunity to recite the mantra upside down, fanning the flames, and spawning this desire in Ling Xiao's heart more and more vigorously.

Manjushri and Ling Xiao were in minimal safety.

"Look, what is this?" Among the good women and men who lined up to withdraw their incense under the square, it was very slow that no one noticed the abnormality in the east.

The magma follows the power of the earth's leylines, rising and falling from time to time, and every contraction or expansion is secretly in line with the mysteries, which means that Ling Xiao is stepping back towards this realm of heaven and man beyond the mundane.

Fortunately, I didn't have a Manjushri by my side, and one less person to share the pressure turned the fatal wound into a flesh wound that damaged the fundamentals.

When he was young, the entire Gong Yong Hall was plunged into a sea of fire.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. The psychedelic music of "Red Dust Wonderful Sound" can already be heard.

The scene that appeared when the eighteen-zhang golden body of the Bodhisattva died just now has not yet been seen by very few people. In addition to these believers who are at a loss, the low-handed people who are far away in the Holy City may also sense something, and the strong man is from above, it is an hour, and the news of Zhou Lingyu's death will spread all over the Holy City, and after this, Ling Xiao also hopes that the injured himself will be watched by the crowd with low hands.

At the last moment, under the face of this kind eyebrow and solemn glass Bodhisattva, a layer of gray-white shadows suddenly cast. And the Bodhisattva's demeanor also looked weird in an instant.