The flow of the little monk's mouth in the main hall has not stopped, the sound of reading the scriptures in his mouth is intermittent, and the golden scriptures appear at the same time with the blood in the mouth of the little monk, and those bloody scriptures still keep rising, but for the previous overwhelming scene, the current scriptures are not even one-tenth of the previous ones. barely maintained the gloomy form of the lion and tiger beast, and did not let it dissipate between heaven and earth.

The liger struggled to his feet, the golden scriptures slowly mending his body. He exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and in an instant, the wind in the hall was fierce, and the wind blew the air towards the place where Wang Yan was sitting. Countless rich smell of blood poured into Wang Yan's nostrils, making him feel like vomiting for a while, as if he was in a pool of blood at the moment, and this space was no longer a Buddhist hall but a purgatory on earth.

The wind brought not only the strong smell of blood, but also the sound of flipping books.

The little monks looked coldly at the scriptures that were turned by the wind, and they recited the pages to which the scriptures were turned to. The cool breeze completely healed their injuries, and the faint chanting began to louden.

The scriptures in front of Wang Yan's eyes were flipped through by the wind, and the scriptures that belonged to Wang Yan had long been turned over, Wang Yan kept flipping the scriptures forward, finding the scriptures, he knew that only that scripture would strengthen the strength of the scriptures Wang Yan.

Wang Yan finally found the text, pressed his arms on both sides of the scripture, and began his long-paused recitation. His faint chanting voice was all covered by the voices of the little monks around him, and the formless scriptures that flew out of his mouth were even more pitiful, and he could only rely on understanding the meaning of each scripture to provide the scriptures with the power that Wang Yan could defeat the lion and tiger beast.

The cool breeze around those little monks had disappeared, leaving only the small area where Wang Yan was sitting was still a strong wind, forming a tornado around Wang Yan and enveloping him.

The dress fluttered, the hair fluttered, and Wang Yan's voice was still high-pitched in the wind.

"Illegal, non-illegal. ”

I don't know if it was the first few sentences in that Buddhist scripture, these scriptures instantly submerged into Wang Yan's body, making his body come to 23,000 zhang.

The body of the liger beast was re-condensed, returning to its previous best state, in the face of the current strength and its strength is not much different from it, Wang Yan has let go of his contempt, and he also used all his strength in the fight with the scripture Wang Yan, the two sides in the next battle, you come and go, but the text Wang Yan faintly fell behind, compared to his current body and the liger beast There is still a gap Just to say, now he can fight against the liger beast, and it is no longer at the mercy of others.

"All sages are distinguished by non-action. Wang Yan said the last sentence of the scripture.

Whether it was himself or the one who was made up of golden scriptures, his body shone with a blinding light, illuminating the hall and the sky at the same time.

White, only white, all you can see is white light.

After those little monks heard Wang Yan recite the last verse, they stopped reciting in their mouths, they had done their best, and Wang Yan's body and the lion and tiger beast reached the same height as 30,000 zhang.

These little monks knew that the victory of the two sides could no longer be decided in the main hall, and the battle in the sky was the key to the victory.

I saw that the figures composed of two golden scriptures collided violently like two beasts, and the sound generated by the impact in the sky became the only sound in this space, and the little monks all raised their heads to look at the sky, waiting for the end of the battle, and also waiting for the victory or defeat.

Wang Yan let go of his arm and let the scriptures be turned page by page by the wind, the scripture he recited was useless, and the last sentence had already been spoken, as if there was no power to increase the strength of the scriptures Wang Yan, as if he could only wait for the end of the battle with those little monks.

Wang Yan didn't look up at the scene of the battle in the air like those little monks, he stared blankly at the pages of the book blown by the wind, "Is there really no way to make the scripture body a little stronger?" ”

In fact, you don't need to look at it, you know with your heart that the confrontation between them is equal now, but the physique of the liger is also a little stronger than that of a human, so it is the liger that can hold on to the end and not dissipate.

"Did you really read the previous text?" the voice that had prompted him reappeared.

"Didn't you understand it? But you've already understood the meaning of all the words, isn't that okay?" asked Wang Yan. But no one answered his question.

Wang Yan quickly turned the scriptures to that page, and looked at the scriptures intently, in fact, he didn't need to read them, he had already memorized them all in his heart after reading the scriptures so many times.

Wang Yan stared at the scriptures deadly, his eyes full of red silk.

"Su Bodhi, what do you mean?"

......

"There is no law to say. ”

......

"All sages are distinguished by non-action. ”

"What else is the deep meaning, what else is there?" Wang Yan was about to fall into a state of demonic shock, and he couldn't think of anything else he didn't understand about this scripture.

Even the master of Delu in the pagoda square also felt sorry for Wang Yan, and sighed secretly: "I have also read the seventh product in this scripture for several years to fully understand its complete meaning, the battle between the lion and tiger beast and Wang Yan will only be divided in half an hour at most, so that Wang Yan can understand the deep meaning of the scripture in half an hour, it is too difficult and too difficult." ”

"It's not difficult to call it the strongest trial, if I encountered the same situation as Wang Yan when I broke into the pagoda back then, I'm afraid I would also be defeated in the second layer. Wang Yanneng and the lion tiger beast are already very good, even most of us couldn't do what Wang Yan could do back then, never touched the Buddhist scriptures can experience the meaning between the lines of the scriptures in a very short period of time, Wang Yan's ability to comprehend the Buddhist scriptures can no longer be described as a genius, but it's a pity that he is not my Buddhist disciple. ”

The host of Lingyun Temple looked at Wang Yan, who was still persistent, and this tenacity was enough to move him.

The unstructured fight between the liger and the scripture Wang Yan was coming to an end, and the scripture Wang Yan's golden light was dim and he kept gasping for breath, and the next attack of the liger beast could dissipate between heaven and earth.

"Illegal, non-illegal. It's all false, I understand, I finally understand. Wang Yan stood up and kept laughing wildly.

Wang Yan looked at the scripture Wang Yan in the air, this was the first time he looked at that body with his eyes, the scripture Wang Yan seemed to feel Wang Yan's gaze, turned his head and looked at Wang Yan in the main hall.

Two voices, one large and one small, smiled.

Wang Yan sat cross-legged again, but this time he sat cross-legged in the void.

Scripture Wang Yan's movements were controlled by Wang Yan at this time, and Scripture Wang Yan also sat in the void.

Wang Yan gently handed out a finger, and a ripple appeared in the void. He said, "All the laws are empty, and you are free." ”

Scripture Wang Yan also handed out a finger, and a strong golden beam of light shot out from Scripture Wang Yan's fingertips, and the beam of light pierced directly through the body of the liger beast like an arrow.

The lion and tiger beast exploded in the air, turning back into golden scriptures, converging into the body of Wang Yan, causing his body to change from 30,000 zhang to 40,000 zhang.

When those little monks heard Wang Yan say those eight words, they were only shocked, and then their faces showed a look of relief, and they got up respectfully and saluted Wang Yan, "Amitabha." ”

After a Buddha chanting, dozens of young monks turned into ashes and disappeared into the main hall.

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