The bodhisattvas surrounded the chaotic battlefield, and the light of the Buddha filled the sky.

Sun Wukong roared, and the golden hoop stick in his hand bloomed with blood, spewing thin flames, and fought with the Bodhisattvas.

"Isn't it a heads-up? How can you bully less with more!"

Daji said angrily.

The Buddha smiled and glanced at her: "Who told you to go head-to-head?"

On this battlefield, there is no such thing as a heads-up.

The Buddha looked at the chaos, and the battle between Sun Wukong and the Bodhisattvas drew thousands of fires, even if they were thousands of miles apart, they could still feel the heat wave of the Dao.

"Daji. ”

The Buddha spoke: "I heard that you have the Dharma to protect the Dao, and you will protect the Dharma for me." ”

"Dharma Protector?"

Daji's thought flashed, and she understood.

She waved white silk, stepped on the void, her body spun, and danced.

This dance seemed to have magical power, and in an instant, the surrounding petals were colorful, and the war gradually stopped, and the Buddhas all looked over.

The Buddha saw that many Buddhas were confused, smiled slightly, and a lotus seat appeared under his feet, dazzling.

The Buddha sat on the lotus seat, performed the Dafa, preached the positive fruits, told the three wonderful scriptures, the five aggregates were strict, and began to transform the Buddha.

For a time, the light of the Buddha shone on the chaos, and the sound of wisdom spread through the heavens and the earth.

But while preaching the positive fruit, a grain of Buddha light fell on the Buddha, and he left the battlefield unconsciously.

It was the true spirit of the Buddha who sneaked into Fanjing Mountain.

This mountain is extraordinary, the mountains are full of clouds, fragrant mist is surging, pavilions and pavilions, overlapping and overlapping, and the number is endless.

"Good side to purify the divine land. ”

The Buddha admired and walked to the depths of Fanjing Mountain.

There is a relic in this mountain, and the powerful aura reaches the chaos, so that the Buddha has to come and see it.

Ordinary people can't feel the relics, and Sun Wukong won't know if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, but the Buddha can feel it.

"What kind of relic is that?"

The Buddha's heart was uneasy, and he passed through the thick fog, and his heart began to beat.

"Over there. ”

The Buddha turned to the right, his body seemed to be psychic, took a step, and disappeared into the air.

The next moment, he appeared under a linden tree.

The Bodhi tree takes root in the void and has a colorful brilliance, and the seven leaves are of different colors, illuminating the figures under the tree.

When the Buddha saw the man, his heart shook violently.

What kind of man is this, he hangs cross-legged in the air half a foot above the ground, like a man and a woman, like an old man and a child, like a living man and a dead man, vague and unable to see clearly.

This person seems to have no weight, his body fluctuates with the wind, and there is no trace of fairy light, but he exudes supreme coercion, which makes people can't help but kneel.

"Not a relic?"

The Buddha opened his eyes.

The next moment, scenes flashed through his mind.

It was a man who hobbled here, sat down on a rosette, and became a man.

These scenes were like comets streaking by, illuminating the mind of the Buddha.

"The body of reincarnation. ”

It is a reincarnation body that has gone through hundreds of reincarnations and condensed.

"Could it be him?"

The Buddha had a bad premonition.

With such a powerful aura, could it be the reincarnation of the white-clothed Venerable.

He brought his body here for every reincarnation.

What is he going to do?

"No, you can't keep him!"

Although the Buddha still didn't understand what the Venerable in White was doing, he knew that if this body was born, it would definitely threaten Sun Wukong.

The Buddha did not hesitate, and immediately slapped a palm, which was shining, and slapped towards the figure under the tree.

A layer of golden light suddenly appeared in front of the figure, blocking the Buddha's giant palm, and the sound of bombardment seemed to pierce through the golden cracked stone.

The Buddha was taken a step back by the huge counterattack, and when he looked at it again, his heart was cold.

The eyes under the tree opened.

"Great monk. ”

He spoke: "It's a religion, so why bother. ”

It was the voice of the Venerable in White.

Not only his voice, but even his appearance changed.

Like a mirror, the Buddha saw his own face, and the Dharma appeared solemnly in the void.

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

The Buddha asked, "Is this your physical body?"

"I have no body. ”

The Venerable One in White replied.

"Where he has a physical body, his physical body is the Venerable One. ”

The Buddha beads suddenly lit up: "He is a little better than you, but it is just a kindness of His Holiness." ”

"What do you mean?"

The Buddha grasped the unusual meaning of the words: "He is a little better than me, and what do I have to do with him?"

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

They scoffed, "This good heart wants to break away from His Holiness and make a false body. ”

"I've broken away from him. ”

The white-clothed Venerable sealed the voices of the Buddha beads again.

He was originally the benevolent heart of His Holiness, who had gone through hardships and created immortal deeds before he had this body, how could he tolerate the ridicule of the Buddha beads.

"This body is not yet formed, but since you have seen it, you should understand. ”

The Venerable in White looked at the Buddha and said, "This body is more powerful than Sun Wukong. ”

The Buddha frowned slightly.

"Stop here, I don't want to be your enemy, and I don't need you to help me. ”

The white-clothed Venerable said, "As long as you stand aside, Sun Wukong will be defeated by me." ”

The Buddha shook his head: "It can't be done." ”

"You're too stubborn. ”

The white-clothed Venerable was about to continue, when a burst of Buddha sounds suddenly sounded, resounding through the chaos.

He raised his head and saw that many Buddhas on the battlefield had put down their tin rods and bowed to the Buddha's Dharma in the chaos.

"You robbed me of the Buddha. ”

The white-clothed Venerable retracted his gaze, and his expression sank: "If that's the case, this is a battle over the Dao system, and I can't tolerate you." ”

The Buddha felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

"But you are Xiaodao, I am Daodao, you can't win me. ”

The white-clothed Venerable then said, "I'll give you another chance, you can help me." ”

The Buddha shook his head and refused.

"In that case, monk, take my palm. ”

The white-clothed Venerable no longer had a memory in his heart, his palm stretched out, and a bright light appeared, pressing towards the Buddha.

This move is not strong, but it hides a great terror.

The Buddha was shocked and tried his best to resist, but the light still drowned him out.

After the sound of "boom", there was nothing left by the Bodhi tree, except for a stone.

The white-clothed Venerable picked up the stone: "Why are you bothering?"

Although it was strange how the Buddha could be suppressed so easily, after this blow, he could no longer feel the breath of the Buddha.

"Is he dead?"

A Buddha bead broke free from the seal and asked.

"Can you be quiet?"

The Venerable One in White sealed it again.

The strength of these Buddha beads is not weak, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will break free from the seal.

The white-clothed Venerable strung the stone and hung it around his neck, fearing that the Buddha beads would ask again, so he added: "He is inside." ”

The Buddha beads suddenly stopped asking, and they all shone brightly and crashed into the stones.

The white-clothed Venerable ignored them and turned his gaze to Chaos.

Chaos, the Buddha Dharma who preached the right fruit disappeared with his true spirit, and suddenly shattered.

The surrounding Buddhas didn't know what was going on, and they were in a panic.

If you do, you must lose

If you do, you must lose