Jiang Liu felt as if he had returned to the era of the flood and turned into a golden cicada.

Every day, he listened to Nyolai reciting the Dharma, practicing the Dharma, fighting with others, and later worshipping under the Nyorai door

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In the end, if you want to achieve positive results and get rid of the beast body, you need to enter reincarnation and be reincarnated as a human being, and you are shouldering the important task of promoting Buddhism and carrying forward Buddhism.

"Buddha!"

"Buddha!"

Jiang Liu only felt that his entire consciousness was full of Dharma, telling himself the Dharma all the time, eating away at his consciousness, making him feel like he was kneeling and worshiping, and his appearance was about to change and turn into a Buddha.

"No~"

"I don't want to turn into a Buddha~"

"I don't want to be that puppet~"

"I want to be myself, I want to be the only river in the world!!!

The river urged the whole body to turn into a small river in the sea of its own knowledge. Constantly urging the boxing method learned, bombarding the boundless power of the Buddha over and over again.

However, he couldn't shake the slightest power of the golden cicada's Buddha, and Jiang Liu's eyes contained a strong unwillingness, and he continued to bombard over and over again.

If the fist of the spiritual consciousness is broken, then use the arm, and if the arm is broken, hit it with the head...

Not being crazy is not enough to vent the hatred in your heart, and not being crazy is not enough to vent your unwillingness to live.

The villain in his mind is the soul power of Jiang Liu, every time he collides, Jiang Liu's brain will be like an explosion, and the river outside is rolling all over the ground, looking very miserable.

Guanyin Bodhisattva saw the very painful river on the ground, and showed a little unbearable. He raised his hand to help, but he remembered the great plan to promote the Dharma and preach, and put it down again. This is an opportunity that Buddhists and Taoists have won with great difficulty.

A curtain of light was waved out of his hand and fell to the surroundings, isolating everything. Those on the outside will not be able to see and hear everything inside, just like looking at the face of Avalokiteshvara, which will always be hazy.

Guanyin had deep doubts in her heart, why the golden cicada's body in this life was so obsessed. Why are you so resistant to yourself? Isn't it good to accept yourself? Isn't it good to be the Buddha that the world admires?

......

Jiang Liu felt that he couldn't move anymore, and he was obsessed with the power of the Buddha contained in the memory of the golden cicada. Forcibly brainwashing, to strengthen oneself to convert to Buddhism, there is no way to resist it.

Although Jiang Liu has a strong unwillingness in his heart, it is estimated that he will no longer be himself at that time!

However, at this moment,

The small black stone that was originally in the center of Jiang Liu's eyebrows suddenly flashed and stood directly beside Jiang Liu, forcing the boundless golden power back, and a mysterious power emerged from the small stone, enveloping the river, and this mysterious power protected the river and restored a trace of clarity.

Although this mysterious power is weak, it is extremely tenacious, resisting the erosion of this endless Buddha power.

Gradually, Jiang Liu regained the control of his body, and when he saw the power of the Buddha in his body, Jiang Liu tried his best to urge it out, and suddenly Jiang Liu's body appeared to be full of Buddha light. The whole person seems extremely holy, and the sounds of Buddhism and Sanskrit are endless.

Jiang Liu has risen from the initial pain and sat up from the ground.

Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Jiang Liu's appearance at this time, as well as the Buddha light on her body, and knew what was going on, she unraveled the dusty memory of Jiang Liu's previous life. This is exactly the power of the Buddha of the golden cicada, and Guanyin showed a satisfied look.

With a wave of his hand, the ban was lifted, so that the world could see it.

At this time, in the eyes of all ordinary people, the river has been created, ignited by Guanyin, and is emitting immeasurable Buddha light.

Everyone thought that it was just a lucky boy whose pious heart touched Guanyin, so that Guanyin Bodhisattva had manifested in the world. Suddenly, everyone knelt down and worshipped more religiously, kowtowing louder.

She didn't dare to explain the ban on the golden cicada, and the Buddha had his own arrangements at that time. When you meet the Buddha in the western sky, you still need the Buddha to enlighten him personally, so that he can unify his practice for many lifetimes, achieve positive results, and become a real golden cicada.

The confrontation between the Jiangliu Spiritual Consciousness World ended, and although there were many Buddha natures, they couldn't help the small black stones of the river. It seemed that some kind of agreement had been reached, and in the end, they lived together peacefully, and the power of those Buddhas conjured up a golden cicada.

Speaking of these Buddhas' powers, they are all fragments of the golden cicada's memory, and they have no spiritual intelligence, and they can even be said to be obsessed with becoming a Buddha. Forcibly normalizing the rivers is just the nature of these Buddha natures.

Jiang Liu saw that the two forces had stabilized, and the three souls and seven spirits had begun to return to their places, and he really felt that he had been frightened out of his body, and for the first time, he felt that death was so close.

Jiang Liu solemnly bowed to the small stone to express his gratitude. Although Xiao Shi never spoke, or even hinted at anything, Jiang Liu knew that the other party should have a spiritual mind, otherwise he would not save himself like this.

Jiang Liu slowly adjusted his mentality, hiding his hatred in the deepest part of his heart, sealing it away, and not showing the slightest.

Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes and saw Guanyin Bodhisattva high in the sky, his eyes full of Buddha's light, compassion and piety.