"That's because the donor has a relationship with my Buddha. ”

This sentence sounded in everyone's hearts, it was obviously the voice of the blind old monk Huiguang, but it was like a whisper that he had been hiding in his heart for many years, so cordial and natural, even the most nervous and frightened, the most vigilant and cautious Tang chuckled and woke up after several breaths.

And when they woke up, they found that they could no longer see the slightest original scenery around them, and as far as they could see, they were all pieces of glazed glass with a faint Buddha light, built into layers of unknown space, extending upwards and downwards, and countless scriptures circulated along the endless glazed outer wall, and the whole world was full of glazed Buddha light and scriptures.

The sea of Buddha is endless, and the floating slaughter is immeasurable. It turned out that this was already in the Ten Directions Glazed Pure World Relic Pagoda.

Although with the naked eye, the small stupa seems to be still holding in the palm of the old monk Huiguang, they are actually already in the pagoda, or rather, the existence of the Pure World Relic Stupa has completely covered them.

Sumeru mustard seeds, the Buddha country in the palm. Under such supreme supernatural powers, distance, and even the difference between inside and outside the space are meaningless.

"All the donors are related to my Buddha, and this is why they have gathered together here under the influence of thousands of causes and effects. The old monk Huiguang smiled and said to everyone. Nangong Wuji and Tang chuckled opposite each other, Luo Yuanhuan lying on the ground, Zhang Yuanling sitting in the carriage, and Mingyue beside him, everyone's position angle is different, but it is in everyone's eyes. The old monks of Huiguang all stood in front of them and smiled at them.

Nangong Wuji was still running hard in place, still shouting loudly with his mouth open. But no one knew what he was talking about, and probably even he couldn't hear his own voice.

Similar to him was Don chuckling. Although he still held the thick-backed big knife in his hand and waved it around, as if he wanted to try to do something, but the knife that could still maintain his old sword even under the Dao Venerable Divine Presence Spell of the Earth Spirit Master did not move at all this time, and he could no longer swing a single sword.

The acupuncture points on Luo Yuanquan's body seemed to have been lifted, but he was quite seriously injured and couldn't stand up, staring blankly around with a pair of bull's eyes. Zhang Yuanling in the carriage also regained his freedom. Sitting in the already dim carriage, he looked at the old monk Huiguang with a gloomy face. Mingyue still frowned and looked at the relics pagoda in the hands of the old monk Huiguang, as if trying to find something in her memories.

But whatever they're thinking, what they're doing. At this moment, compared to the old monk Huiguang, he was as powerless as a hazy illusion in a blister. After saying this to them, the old monk Huiguang stretched out his hand slightly, Tang chuckled, and Luo Yuanhuan. Nangong Wuji appeared in front of him side by side. And Zhang Tianshi and the thunder carriage, as well as the ten directions on the carriage and Zhang Yuhong in a coma, appeared beside him.

From the very beginning, the old monk Huiguang did not indicate anything special and amazing. Compared with Nangong Wuji and Tang Qingxiao's sword and mang's spirit of opening mountains and breaking through the sea, compared to Zhang Yuanling's majesty of carrying the Nine Heavens Thunder like a living god, and compared to the earth spirit master Dao Zun's control of heaven and earth and ignoring the spirit of the common people, he is like an ordinary old monk who is extremely ordinary, there is no solemnity of treasure, and there is no momentum that shocks heaven and earth. Even his voice was a little hoarse, and he was slightly bent back. It's very common.

But when he stands and compares with others at this moment, he can find that his 'truth' and 'existence' have transcended anything in this world. Under the shroud of this glazed relic, compared to him, an ordinary and blind old monk, others seem to be illusions that are not worth mentioning at all, or like the picture that he has smeared with his only real being, as long as he wants, he can move it at any time to modify or even erase it.

The voice of the old monk Huiguang slowly sounded in Zhang Yuanling's ears: "Master Zhang." This time the poor monk was offended, and the golden body method condensed by the benefactor of the earth spirit master was of great use in the future, since your religion was powerless to control, the poor monk overstepped his authority and invited him to enter the relics pagoda. ”

Zhang Yuanling's face was extremely gloomy. He looked up and looked into the distance, and the figure of the Earth Spirit Master was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in a layer of space far away, and countless Buddhist scriptures were flowing in the void around him like a stream of water. In the other floors of space, it is not known how many people of different shapes or non-human figures are sitting cross-legged and reciting Buddhist scriptures. Relatively speaking, the Earth Spirit Master is just one of them.

After spending too much thought and spirit on scheming, Zhang Yuanling's cultivation realm is far from being the real pinnacle, but to be able to sit in the position of the leader of the Zhengyi Sect, his vision and insight are absolutely sufficient, and he knows what the current scene means.

Fortunately, such a scene, such a realm, and such a great supernatural power are not without a price, this is the same as the true talisman of all things, and it is not essentially the power that this earthly world should have. Zhang Yuanling can be sure that the old monk Huiguang has given up more than just that pair of ten-sided eyes.

Zhang Tianshi said gloomily: "This should have been a means to deal with the Xidi wolf demon, but the Pure Land Zen Monastery actually wasted it here, I don't know what to do when it should be robbed in the future?

"The causes of all kinds of things in the future are all the fruits of today's things, how can it be said that they are wasted? Zhang Tianshi is too short-sighted to set his eyes on the current reputation and future. The voice of the old monk Huiguang came, although it seemed to be undisguised, but Zhang Yuanling knew that it was the only one he could hear. "And the causes of today are the fruits of the past. There is a fixed number of qiē, and Zhang Tianshi does not need to worry about it. At that time, my Buddhist predecessors found the Buddha's relics from the Nantian Tower, and they were destined to have today's prosperity in my Buddhism. In the past, Zhang Daoling's predecessors gave up the Bodhi Fruit, so that Longhu Mountain no longer had the treasure of suppressing luck, and it was also the cause of the decline of the other way today. ”

Turning his head again and glancing at the cloud pattern on Xiao Xia's body next to him, Zhang Yuanling's face became even more ugly. Although it seemed to be within reach of his side, Zhang Yuanling had no intention of reaching out. He knew very well that as long as the old monk Huiguang was willing, he could make this close to the end of the world just by thinking about it. Even he wasn't sure if he could really make his own decisions about every thought.

Looking at the three Nangong Wuji in front of him, the old monk Huiguang said slowly: "All the donors can't let go of the obsession in their hearts, tossing and sinking in the torrent of humanity, taking suffering as pleasure and delusion as normal. The gains of a lifetime of exhaustion, but I don't know that they are all gathered by the causal obsession in the torrent of humanity, and now the poor monk uses the humane cause and effect gathered in your hands. In order to help restore humanity and save the lives of the people in the future. ”

"This She's the she. Talented, intelligent, and inherited. He should be a hero, but his heart is higher than the sky, he regards all beings in the world as chess pieces but does not know the respectable and fearful way of heaven, and he is addicted to lust and cannot be liberated. Only for the sake of one person's own desires, he did not hesitate to cut off himself in a vain attempt to calculate the common people. In the end, he ended up in a mess and lost himself, and self-killing was worse than death. Seeing love become a demon, it has not been said, and there is no testimony to prove it. This is the 'chaos' and 'delusion' of humanity. ”

The old monk Huiguang pointed lightly with his hand, and the body of the snake path man who was supposed to be devoured by the earth spirit master suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yuanhuan, and then the faint scriptures and Buddha light surrounded them.

"Lord Nangong Wuji. "Old Monk Huiguang turned to Nangong Wuji. "You came from a Confucian family, and you have the ambition to help the world revitalize humanity. It's just that they don't distinguish the difference between right and wrong, and seek straight results with a bent heart. Unscrupulous means to achieve the goal, clever and reckless. With the command of the Shadow Guard, he promoted the situation in the rivers and lakes and cultivated the Heaven Conquering Demon Skill, but he didn't know that he had led himself and others astray step by step. This is the 'skillful' 'thief' of humanity. ”

With the words of the old monk Huiguang, the face of Nangong Wuji, surrounded by the light of the Buddha, quickly grew old, and in a few breaths, he changed from a young man in his prime back to a middle-aged man, and at the same time, a small translucent cyclone was also peeled out of his body.

Looking at his hands, looking at the cyclone that left him, Nangong Wuji's expression became frightened, unwilling, and angry, he didn't care that he didn't have the slightest power to resist, and desperately pointed at the old monk Huiguang and roared, but no one could hear what he was saying in this Buddha light glass.

The old monk Huiguang only lightly replied to him, and then let Nangong Wuji stay in place completely and then not move: "After Lord Wuji came to this temple to ask for the grand wish mudra, Brother Wuji's father-in-law also came to visit in person, please abbot and I must abolish your heaven-conquering skills when we have the opportunity in the future." This is absolutely impossible, once the Demon Sect Dafa begins, it will enter the Dao with its own body, and there will be no turning back. Fortunately, now that the relics stupa has been completed, it can still use the power of the Buddha to do this act against the sky. Lord Wuji, please know that you are lost, don't let down Brother Ling's intentions. ”

"As for this Tang Shizhu. The old monk of Huiguang finally turned to Tang and chuckled, but he didn't seem to be talking to Tang Xiaoxiao, but smiling at the big knife in Tang's hand. "As a martial arts wizard, this Tang Shizhu is upright, heroic, and unparalleled, and he should be a hero in the world. It's just that he was born in a house where he killed too much and had deep cause and effect. Even if he has a skill and is amazing, he can only die under the influence of many causes and effects. This is the 'killing' and 'annihilation' of humanity. But fortunately, there is a line left in the sky, and a trace of heroic spirit is retained under the calcination of the true spirit fire, and the body dies without disappearing, and now this 'annihilation' Dao knife can be used for demon suppression. ”

It was obviously the knife that Tang chuckled and held tightly, and he never let go of his hand, but with the words of the old monk Huiguang, the big knife somehow broke away from his grasp and slowly flew in front of him surrounded by the light of the Buddha.

In the end, the old monk Huiguang finally set his eyes on Mingyue, and sighed slightly and said: "This Yuan Girl benefactor, her appearance is natural to confuse all beings. Poor and charming and self-obsessed, infatuated and self-obsessed, adhering to the true meaning of humane Bo Xun teaching, eternal reincarnation can not be transcended. Fortunately, my Zen disciple relics reshape the body, cleanse the soul, and cut off the evil consequences of the previous edge. Now is the time to take refuge in my Buddha and attain fruition. ”

A layer of Buddha light surrounded Mingyue's body, and she still looked at the small stupa in the hands of the old monk Huiguang as if she didn't notice it. On the other side, Shifang folded his hands and closed his eyes without saying a word, but two lines of tears were left on his face.

"'Delusion', 'theft', 'killing', and 'prostitution', this wave of the four realms is currently in harmony with the outer Dao Dharma, refining the demonic nature, and achieving the humane protector Vajra, which should be used to open up humanity and guard the Fa-rectification. ”

The hoarse voice of the old monk Huiguang slowly echoed in the void, and the earth spirit master who was originally sitting quietly in the upper echelons of the extreme distance suddenly appeared not far in front of him, and the body of the snake man. The cyclone that was peeled off from Nangong Wuji's body, as well as Tang Qingxiao's knife, all surrounded him, and slowly turned into a four-rank lotus platform surrounded by countless scriptures and Buddha lights. Circulate around him.

The snake man's cobbled together body of many organs and talismans disintegrated, and then the parts that had been stripped off melted and twisted under the inexplicable force, and then slowly reassembled into a small umbrella with a strange shape. This small umbrella is unique, and the patterns depicted on the umbrella surface are indescribably beautiful and mysterious, as if the world's most beautiful and greatest postures are displayed on it, so that people can't help but stare at the past and look at it at a glance, and can't help but stare at the past and look at it, and can't wait to send all their hearts up to be swallowed.

Nangong Wuji's cyclone slowly turned from invisible to tangible. It was transformed into a body of armor inlaid with countless pieces of armor, and there was no sluggishness in the extreme, and those pieces of armor flowed on it as if they had life. It also seems to change between the virtual and the real at any time, the real time is mellow and bright and powerful, as if it contains infinite power, and when it is empty, it seems to be a small piece of pure nothingness that engulfs a qiē power.

The big knife left by Tang Chengcheng was the least changing, only slowly stretched. Tapering. In the end, it turned into a long sword without a gauntlet, the shape was extremely simple and unadorned, the whole long sword was pitch black, and it could not reflect the slightest light, only occasionally flashing a burst of dark red fire, exuding a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to collapse a qiē.

These three things slowly rotated around the Earth Spirit Master, but there was still a place that was empty, and there was nothing on the lotus platform made of scriptures and Buddha light. And according to what the old monk Huiguang said before, it should be Mingyue standing on it now.

Mingyue's eyes were closed, and she was floating in mid-air. Dressed in a white dress without wind, her long black hair is also slowly fluttering, surrounded by hazy white Buddha light, her beautiful face shows a kind of purity and holiness beyond the world. The reason why she didn't fall on the lotus platform that belonged to her was also very simple, one of her hands was still in Xiao Xia's hand.

Xiao Xia was still floating there with his eyes blank, and the indescribable mysterious cloud pattern still overlapped with him like that, he didn't do anything, and he couldn't do anything, just maintained the posture before the beginning, but just like that, Mingyue, who was holding a hand by him, couldn't fly above the lotus platform. In this world of glazed Buddha light, it seems that only he and the old monk Huiguang are the real beings, and they are the ones who can interfere with other things.

The old monk Huiguang couldn't see this, but he must have known, but he didn't react, just stood there without moving, as if he had suddenly begun to think about a profound question.

Not far in front of him, the Earth Spirit Master was still sitting upright surrounded by countless Buddha lights and scriptures, and the umbrella, armor and sword that had just changed from the body of the snake man and other things were also held by the Buddha Light Lotus Platform and slowly operated, but there was no follow-up change, as if a solemn sacrificial ceremony had been interrupted inexplicably, and fell into a silence that seemed to be a little awkward.

Although the others had their own movements and reactions, Zhang Yuanling kept looking at it with a gloomy face, Nangong Wuji was sitting still with a gloomy expression, Luo Yuanquan was dancing and shouting, Tang chuckled and wanted to rush over and grab his knife back like crazy, but in this world of glazed Buddha light, their existence was just like some meaningless mottled light and shadow, and they couldn't even make a sound.

I don't know how long it took, but the old monk Huiguang finally nodded, sat down cross-legged as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Well, since this Bodhi fruit has stopped the cause and effect that the poor monk has seen, then you should bear this cause and effect." Since this root of heaven and earth appears here at this moment, it should also be the work of the operation of the heavenly machine, and the poor monk will take this root as the foundation, and directly smelt and sublimate the four paths of this wave to achieve the relics of the Son of Heaven, which can be regarded as cutting off the cause and effect of the coming day and the Ye Hongshan in advance. ”

Zhang Yuanling, who had been sitting quietly and watching, couldn't sit still anymore at this time, and stood up suddenly. It's a pity that he is no different from the others, and when the old monk Huiguang ignores him here, he can only do nothing like a hazy shadow.

After sitting down cross-legged, the original plain and somewhat rickety figure of the old monk of Huiguang suddenly seemed to become infinitely tall, indescribably solemn and majestic, and at the same time, the glass and faint Buddha light that filled the sky and earth also shone brightly, and the countless scriptures circulating in the void automatically made a sound, as if there were countless monks chanting at the same time, but it did not seem noisy at all, only endless solemnity and profundity. (To be continued......)