Dengtang realm is taken from the meaning of entering the house.

This world, this era, is a magnificent stage, and only when you reach the level of ascending to the realm can you truly show your own excitement on this stage.

This is the realm of ascending......

Jiang Qin entered the realm of ascending the hall today, and she didn't seem to feel any obstacles, so she simply stepped in.

It's just that there's a threshold in front of you, and then it's as easy as stepping over.

Many monks at the peak of entry are obstacles that they cannot overcome in their lifetimes, and more bottlenecks that monks cannot touch in their lifetimes are easily broken by Jiang Qin.

But she didn't have any joy in her heart, but looked at her palms thoughtfully.

How could the handwriting left by the master disappear at this time sooner or later, is it all such a coincidence? No, for those cultivators who hold the clouds high, there is no so-called coincidence in this world at all, only the providence in the dark.

Maybe all of this is in Master's calculations.

Jiang Qin was unhappy, it didn't matter to her whether she was getting started or going to the hall now, if she could save the life of the person in her arms by giving up the realm she got now, she would do it without hesitation.

But she couldn't do it, she could only sit in a daze like a fool who had lost everything, and sat in a daze on the red clouds.

"Xia Zhi Cicada ......"

She called softly, but could not hear a response.

The woman's eyes darkened, and her empty eyes were full of memories, recalling the first time she met this man, and she didn't know why she felt different about him.

It's hard to tell, it's really hard.

The first time we met on the lake in Jiangcheng, he stood at the bow of the boat, without the slightest master's demeanor, and when he saw his menacing arrival, he just touched his nose and smiled.

At that time, Jiang Qin would never have thought of what kind of story the somewhat unobtrusive man in front of him would have with him.

Later, when I went to Nangong's house to eliminate demons, I only went to him on a whim, wanting to see what the means of the spirit official of Sleepy Dragon Mountain, who had always regarded himself as subduing demons and subduing demons, were.

Then he fished with stones on the rafting lake, which is really hard to understand what he thinks, but by setting a spell on the shore, he can lure the chaotic catfish over.

At that time, Jiang Qin also felt that he was indeed very powerful.

There is also the time when he was in the wine shop, he was so drunk that he actually took the opportunity to eat his own tofu, and he threw him out as a windmill when he was in a hurry.

It's funny to think about it now.

The woman bent her eyebrows, and a slightly shy smile appeared on her face.

She is trapped in memories and refuses to come out, probably so that she can not accept the facts in front of her.

The blood on the man's body was still oozing out, and even though Jiang Qin tried to inject true qi to stop it, he found that it was useless.

Xia Zhicicada not only had flesh and blood all over his body as if he had been beaten by someone, but even the bones were brittle, and he could hear the clicking sound when he touched it lightly with his hand.

He was now like a tender tofu in a piece of gauze, trembling, as if it could be broken at the slightest touch.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

With a golden light, the Bukong Zen Master finally rushed over.

He looked at Xia Zhicicada, who had turned into a shower with blood on the clouds, he had never seen such a scene, and asked in some shock:

"Jiang Daoyou, Xia Lingguan, this is ......"

When Zen Master Bukong was young, he walked the rivers and lakes and was a person who had seen the world, and ordinary dead people and corpses could not scare him at all, but the human form that kept bleeding in front of him still made him feel uneasy.

It's not because the scene is too terrifying, but because he didn't expect Xia Zhicicada to be so badly injured.

Jiang Qin heard the question of the Zen Master Bukong, but she didn't move, she didn't look up, and it didn't seem to matter what she said now.

The Zen master folded his hands together, and his face was full of shame.

He is the tallest and oldest person among all people, but now Xia Zhicia is already seriously injured and dying, and the Chimei Dao people who came with Daomen and Jiang Qin were even more killed and turned into ghosts.

All kinds of things make him embarrassed.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that in the end, it was Xia Lingguan who saved us......"

Zen Master Bukong barely supported his body, he shook his head with a sigh, then closed his eyes and slowly recited the Buddhist scriptures.

Golden Sanskrit words popped out of his mouth, and then floated to Xia Zhicicada, who was covered in blood, and quickly merged into his body.

But nothing worked.

The Bukong Zen Master did not give up, and a large amount of golden Sanskrit words poured out, and then all entered Xia Zhicicada's body.

The blood still shows no signs of stopping.

"Useless ......"

Jiang Qin was already disheartened, she shook her head and said.

"Amitabha!"

The Bukong Zen Master suddenly raised his voice, and a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed on his body.

A smile suddenly appeared on his joyless and sad face.

In the cold wind of late autumn, there was a sudden fragrance of flowers, I don't know what the fragrance of flowers is, as if all the fragrances of flowers in this world are there, but you can't smell anything if you sniff carefully.

Immediately after that, his hands were sealed, and his mouth was recited with the Jizo Sutra.

Tender green shoots emerged from the already devastated ground on the ground, swaying in the wind as if they were welcoming the arrival of spring.

Then a plump bud stretched out from a few patches of grass, shaking the wide green and slender leaves, and nodded slightly in the direction of the Bukong Zen Master.

The Zen master did not open his eyes, he obviously had no true qi, but when he was chanting, he attracted a vision between heaven and earth.

The flower bud swayed for a while, as if she was really listening to the chanting of the Zen master of Bukong.

Jiang Qin looked at the scene in front of her, and her heart was very entangled, on the one hand, she was looking forward to a miracle in front of her to save Xia Zhicicada's life; On the other hand, he didn't want to be empty, but the Zen master worked hard to the end, but it was still empty.

Her body and hands were covered with men's blood oozing out.

The strong smell of blood had been filling her nostrils, and the blood on her hands was even warm, and she should have been gagging, because she had never liked bloody scenes, and the smell of blood was even more uncomfortable.

But now that she's forgotten everything, maybe she's numb.

The little novice who was dozing in the Lewang Mansion suddenly sat up, as if he had just slept for a while, and as if he had been beaten by someone.

There's no place on your body that doesn't hurt.

But he didn't have the heart to care about his physical condition at all, his heart was pounding, and an extremely bad feeling enveloped him.

Jiese stood up hard, he was obviously in pain all over, and even his two legs were limping when he walked, but he rushed out of the Lewang Mansion like crazy.

"Master! Master! ”

He shouted, and even if he bumped into someone along the way, he didn't feel it at all.

Some passers-by saw his demented appearance and thought he was a fool, so they avoided him. Of course, there are also some passers-by who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and deliberately come over to tease him, or even trip him over on purpose.

Syllable!

Jiese fell to the ground, and even with this appearance, he still struggled to crawl in the direction of the Jiangcheng City Gate.

"Master! Master, don't leave me......"

He shouted and shouted, but the great monk, who had always favored him, never answered. Jiese lay on the cold ground, screaming loudly, tears and snot pouring out.

And the Bukong Zen master who was far away on the river bank could not hear it.

After reciting the entire Jizo Sutra, the Bukong Zen Master smiled slightly, and his body exuded the light of compassion for the common people.

The swaying buds around me also bloomed at the same time, all of them were golden lotus flowers, and the sun fell, shimmering as brilliant as a rainbow.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The monk recited his last Buddha name, and then heard him say:

"The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.'"

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

Jiang Qin has only heard of it, it is said that those who have cultivated to the advanced level of Buddhism and Taoism can attract visions when chanting sutras, and the most powerful can even appear Qilin offering treasures and phoenixes circling.

And with the words of the Zen master who is not empty.

Xia Zhicicada, who was holding Xia Zhicicada who was out of breath in his arms, suddenly had a heartbeat again, Jiang Qin put his palm on his chest in surprise, and felt the rhythm of life incredibly.

Everything is not over yet, the blood on Xia Zhicicada's body began to re-enter his body little by little, and the blood that was originally stuck to the clouds and Jiang Qin's body also peeled off.

Even the blood that had previously dripped on the ground flew back.

What a powerful spell this can bring back to life a dead person. You must know that the more powerful the spell, the greater the requirements for the caster, like Xia Zhicicada as a mortal but cast an emergency spell, and finally was devoured like this.

And if he wants to save Xia Zhicicada, what kind of method can the Bukong Zen Master, who has almost exhausted his true qi, use?

Xia Zhician gradually regained the appearance in Jiang Qin's memory, not only did he recover his flesh and blood, but even his bones recovered a lot.

Jiang Qin leaned down overjoyed, put his cheek on the man's face, and felt his breath and temperature.

What will happen to the Zen Master Bukong?

She looked up, only to see the monk sitting among the smallpox and the golden lotus smiling and closing his eyes.

The golden light slowly converged, but it did not fade completely, but attached to the body of the Zen Master Bukong, turning him into a golden Buddha.

A true ...... Buddha.

If you want to save Xia Zhicicada, you can only use this method in the current situation, that is, the simplest life is worth one life, and the Zen master is not empty, and he uses his own life to exchange for Xia Zhicicada's life.

The Golden Buddha has no life, if Jiang Qin hadn't watched everything happen, he would have thought that the Golden Buddha in front of him was made of clay, not by a living person.

She fell from the cloud and gently put down Xia Zhicicada, who had regained her vitality.

Then in front of the golden Buddha after the sitting of the Bukong Zen master, he kowtowed three heads respectfully.

……

The little novice crawled on the ground and wept bitterly, he knew, even if he didn't really see it with his own eyes, but he just knew.

The master who loved him is no longer there.

Tears mixed with snot, and the ground in front of him was wet.

A golden hand reached out in mid-air, gently touched the top of the novice's head a few times, and then knocked the last chestnut.

Boom.

The little novice suddenly got up, as if he had forgotten the pain in his body, and stood up very neatly.

He touched the top of his head, as if he understood something.

Although the little novice was young and immature, he also learned from his master's appearance, folded his hands respectfully, and read a sentence in a low voice:

"Amitabha Buddha ......"