The Mandala Joy Sutra is divided into inside and outside. The outside corresponds to the physical body, and the inside corresponds to the divine consciousness.

When Wuxu saw those graceful figures, he wanted to ingest his physical body into the mandala Dharma realm. How do you know that the Dorjee Dharma Realm is magnificent, and these enchanting women who have appeared in the illusion have formed a field similar to the Dharma Realm after some wandering. Wu Xu's body of divine consciousness sitting in the mandala Dharma Realm was sealed again and again, but his physical body was like a quagmire.

Those enchanting women, dressed in strange and gorgeous clothes, **** and solemn breath appear and intertwine in the whole body in turn, the body has not yet arrived, the fragrance has been tangy, the hair is like a blue lake, and the ten fingers are like willows. Looking at the Dharma Realm, his body seemed to be surrounded and entangled by a group of female ghosts, slowly dragging him into the endless abyss.

Wuxu was in the Dharma Realm, and with a flick of his fingers, a Silence Bead flew to the flesh. Those graceful figures along the way immediately turned into a trace of scarlet mist and dispersed. The Silence Bead flew to the forehead of the flesh, like a third eye, shooting out gray light mist that circulated and shrouded the surroundings.

Those bewitching women stepped back slightly, and the boundless sultry chanting suddenly stopped.

Realizing the void body, slowly flying up, under the support of the Silent Extinguishing Pearl, it was about to break through the boundless beauty in front of him and enter the Dharma Realm.

But I saw that those women, suddenly chanting bursts of Sanskrit chanting in their mouths, saw that they each made the Dharma of the Bodhisattvas of the Heavens, one by one sealed and held mantras, and flowers and golden light continued to appear in the void.

Wu Xuan then smiled at Dorjee and said, "Senior brother, color is emptiness, and emptiness is color." Don't say that the beauty is like a cloud, it is the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the realization of the void is only a view of white bones. With that, he raised his hand and held the seal.

The Silence Bead on his body began to glow white, and then turned into a white bone sword, slaughtering the beautiful Bodhisattvas around him.

Dorjee sat in a red light and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wuxu, you have already cultivated into a real person, and you are a cultivator of this sect and Dharma realm, this little Void Joy Demon can naturally be broken. Let's look at the back. After that, his Dharma realm suddenly darkened, and then Dorjee's long chanting sounded, the voice was slow and long, slightly respectful, and affectionate, as if he was reciting an ancient sacred Buddhist scripture, and seemed to be reciting a love poem on the snowy plateau.

A flash of light emerged in the center of Dorjee's dark Dharma Realm, emitting a faint, cold white light. Dorjee, whose figure disappeared, chanted incessantly, and after a while, the bright light slowly rose and slowly flew into the realm of enlightenment.

Wuxu naturally understands that this is the inner door of Dorjee performing the real Mandala Joy Sutra, and he wants to study himself. He tried, sacrificed the white bone sword, dragged the qi of his law realm of annihilation, and slashed towards the bright light. But the white bone sword slashed past, and the bright light not only did not dissipate, but grew bigger and bigger, and began to look like a firefly, and when it reached the body of the Enlightenment Void Divine Sense, it flew around a few times, and then gradually changed, and finally turned into a humanoid light cluster.

Wu Xuan slashed out the white bone sword here, and the humanoid light cluster dispersed into countless tiny lights, like a sky full of stars. At the same time, countless voices sounded, including the sound of Buddha trumpets, the murmuring of men and women, the sound of quarrels, and the sound of swords and soldiers. Even, Wuxu vaguely heard the sound of the Bodhisattva's lectures, heard his parents in later generations talking, the sound of airplanes, and the singing voice of a certain singer.

Seduces the desire to be, confuses people's minds, so powerful! Actually, he also hooks up the past that is buried in the deepest part of his heart.

Surprised, the white bone sword in his hand, looking for a voice, slashed towards a ray of light.

That light suddenly became extremely bright, revealing Zhao Tong's face. staring into the distance, there seemed to be sorrow between his eyebrows. Wuxu shouted, the light went out, and Zhao Tong's face disappeared.

A flash of light, when the white bone sword slashed, manifested Guo Min's face. Wuxu shouted, the light went out, and Guo Min's face disappeared.

If so, Wu shouted loudly, swung his sword like rain, and wiped out all the light around him.

The Dharma Realm was pitch black, Wuxu put the white bone sword beside him, and chanted "Amitabha!" with his palms together!"

The sound of Dorjee chanting in the distance was still heard. A flash of light appeared in front of Wuxu again.

Then, the scene just now reappeared. Wuxu shouted loudly again, swinging his sword like rain, and slashed all the lights around him. This time, Wuxu did not put down the white bone sword, and recited Amitabha Buddha with his palms together.

Sure enough, that light, in the chanting of Dorjee, resurfaced in front of Wuxu. Wuxu pondered for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such." As long as the mind has no place to live, the brilliant starlight of this past life and this life is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity. With that, he threw away the white bone sword, sat cross-legged, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the light hovering around him without sorrow or joy.

Those lights, like meteors, crossed in front of the eyes of the Enlightenment, and then submerged into the forehead, eyes, mouth, heart, abdomen, limbs and other places that poured out from everywhere, as if the Enlightenment Void was just a shadow, a void.

The past is coming one after another. Everything in my memory came to mind in an instant. Enlightenment is like incarnation of tens of millions, and it has gone through a hundred calamities.

At this moment, in this hundred tribulations, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, loves, hatreds, and even the beautiful things on the bed, and even the realm of meditation and happiness are also presented in detail and re-experienced.

Enlightenment has no place to live, but only by contemplating, it is understood that this is the true mandala joy sutra, the real mandala joy realm. This is what joy is. After going through a hundred calamities and being well versed in the world, they can be happy, but they can not lose their hearts. If everything is cut off and turned into silence, there is no joy, and if it is caught up in all kinds of appearances, and the heart is overjoyed and cannot extricate itself, it is not joy. I can observe all kinds of causes and effects, bear them, and rejoice in them, but when I am happy, my mind has no place to live, which is great joy and is the joy of mandala.

Dorjee's chanting gradually stopped. Countless lights emerged from Wuxu's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, mouth, heart, abdomen, limbs and other places, flew around Wuxu several times, and then gathered together, turned into a lotus flower, and quietly floated in front of Wuxu.

Realizing the void, his hands were raised, and he closed them in his palms, and countless scriptures immediately flowed through his heart, which was the Mandala Sutra of Joy.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for explaining the empowerment of this Mandala Sutra of Joy for Wuxu. After a moment, Wuxu clasped his palms together and thanked Dorjee.

Dorjee sat in the Dharma Realm, clasped his palms together and smiled, "Since there is fate, if you say joy, you will cross others and yourself." You don't have to thank me. But seeing that between his eyebrows and anticipation, the inexplicable brilliance flowed, and there seemed to be some indescribable aura in the Dharma Realm.

Wuxu smiled and said, "In this way, Wuxu will say goodbye to his senior brother Lushan." ”

Suddenly, Duoji's face changed, and he said slowly, "Luo Huan is dead." ”

Wuxu had seen him before, and he had also faced him on the bow of the boat. He does not belong to the Phags-pa line, nor does he belong to the Changba Mule line. But after all, he is a monk of the Lamaist Dharma Realm.

Wu Xuan then asked, "Who killed him? Could it be someone from the Demon Dao?"

Dorjee looked at Wuxu with a complicated expression, and raised his hand to draw a circle. Wu Xuan looked at it fixedly, and his heart sank. This is obviously the picture that Luo Huan transmitted with a secret method before the temporary time.

In the picture, Luo Huan is guarded by countless golden-bodied Arhats, but those golden-bodied Arhats are surrounded and entangled by countless heavenly demons, just like the scene of Fang Cai Wuxu undergoing the empowerment of the Mandala Joy Sutra. Those golden-bodied Arhats were full of joy on their faces, but golden blood flowed out of their mouths and noses, and their bodies began to turn dark red again. Not far away, Zhao Tong sat on a gum made of skulls, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Nam no World-Honored Shakyamuni Buddha. Dorjee said lightly, as if he knew what Wuxu wanted to ask.

When the two rushed to the sky above Wuchang, Zhao Tong was nowhere to be seen. Dorjee looked for a trace of Luo Huan's breath, and chased to the palace again, but saw that Chen Youliang was in a hurry with a group of people, with a stretcher. Wuxu stepped forward and uncovered the yellow cloth on it, only to see a white bone.

Wuxu turned to look at Dorjee, Dorjee looked at it for a moment, and with a Buddha call, he raised his hand and ingested this white bone into the Dharma Realm. Sure enough, it was Luo Huan! Wuxu, and hurriedly asked Chen Youliang. Chen Youliang was wearing an imperial robe, but he raised his two thick black arms in front of the two, bowed down and clenched his fists, and said respectfully, "The woman in black said that she was Zhao Tong, and Luo Zhenren couldn't fight with her, so she passed away." Forgive me, and wait for the people of your religion here. ”

"Where did she go?" do you know?" asked Dorjee in a deep voice.

"Fairy Zhao Tong, I said, she will return to Lushan Prison Demon Peak in a few days. If you have any doubts, you can go to the Prison Demon Peak to ask her clearly. Although Dorjee didn't get angry, Chen Youliang was so frightened that he almost couldn't finish speaking.

Wu Xuan sighed, "In that case, senior brother, Wu Xuan will go up to the Prison Demon Peak of Lushan Mountain and ask her for clarification." When the time comes, I will definitely tell my brother the truth. ”

Dorjee gathered his mind for a moment, looked at Wuxu for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay." The junior brother went to Lushan, if there is something, don't forget to summon me. ”

Wu Xuan clasped his palms and nodded, and was about to fly away, when he suddenly looked at Chen Youliang again, with a fierce face and a burly figure, the first time they met, they seemed to have a familiar feeling, and they couldn't help but remember that the third prince of the Dragon King had said that Chen Youliang had been controlled by the ghost monk, and he was about to interrogate one or two.

That Chen Youliang took the initiative to take a step forward and said, "If Master Wuxu wants to go to Lushan, don't you also go up to Rakshasa Peak for a walk, the hall master has mentioned the name of the master many times." ”

It turned out to be a person from the Black Dragon Palace. This person must be a ghost dragon monk under the Dragon Pool. No wonder I feel a little familiar. On the day of Wuxu, he didn't stay long in Hualongtan in the East China Sea, and only remembered a few True Spirit Great Monks. At this moment, because of Zhao Tong's killing of Luo Huan, Wu Xuan was upset and didn't bother to care about these idle things.

Then he didn't pass on the sound to ask in detail, nodded, and then clasped his palms at Dorjee, and flew towards Lushan.

That's right

only then did he say joy to Dorjee, and Luo Huan went happily.

The magic method is only for no inner understanding, and the golden body is white after all.