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Boom ~ Rumble...... , boom ~ rumble......

Countless huge lightning bolts in the sky shuttled through the clouds with the sound of thunder. It's like irregular spatial cracks about to cut the sky into countless pieces.

The thunderous prelude of Sila ~ Sila ~ not only permeated the heavens and the earth, but also bombarded the hearts of countless novices dressed in plain cloth and thousands of monks in robes on the earth.

There are countless Buddhist buildings on the ground, and you can't see the edge at a glance. The main halls and houses are arranged in concentric circles, and the inner edge is empty. At the center of the circle is a quadrangular altar, around which hundreds of thousands of monks in various colors of robes and cloths sit cross-legged.

Dense raindrops washed over the earth, soaking the bodies of the Buddhists, and the rain slid down their heads until it mixed with the stagnant water beneath them, and then flowed into the distance. The countless monks did not seem to feel all this, and even as the roaring thunder raged through the world, they kept reciting the same scriptures: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate." After thousands of eons, he has attained the fruit of enlightenment."

As the scriptures implicated each other, bits of golden light emerged from the bodies of many monks, and the golden light became more and more, making the monks emit a dazzling light like gilding.

Then the light rises into the air, grand and compassionate. The light gathered more and more, gradually converging towards the center, and the golden light illuminated the boundless darkness.

The golden light gathered from the sky above the altar and suddenly surged downward, and in the center of the altar, an old monk of the Dharma Prime Minister ** sat there cross-legged. With his hands folded in front of his chest, his face was sometimes hideous and sometimes smiling, and the red robe that had already been soaked was slightly black, giving people a strange sense of bewitchment.

After the golden light merged into the old monk's body, bursts of Sanskrit sounds instantly changed from murmuring to filling the heavens and the earth. The Sanskrit sound seemed to have boundless power, causing the sound of thunder tearing through the sky to slowly decrease and fade away. The heavy rain will not stop beyond the golden light, and it will not be saved!

**The vast Sanskrit sound soothes all beings in heaven and earth, and the golden and holy Buddha light illuminates the heavens and the universe.

Suddenly, a black light darker than ink erupted from the old monk's body without warning, and the old monk's expression became hideous and bloodthirsty.

The countless chanting voices of the monks around the altar became louder and louder.

The evil black light in the old monk's body squeezed outward, and there was a demon shadow that seemed to be separated from the old monk's body. The thunder and black rain in the outside world rose again, and the black light inside and outside continued to erode the Buddha light emitted by many monks.

The black light in the old monk's body sometimes swelled and sometimes shrunk. The Buddha's light of the monks also constantly adjusts the speed of speech and the frequency of output according to it.

Just as a wave of golden light was about to press the black light back into his body, a huge sword slashed from the sky, hundreds of meters long.

With a bang, the golden light curtain was shattered, turning into bits of golden light and slowly dissipating. Due to the continuous earthquake, most of the monks in plain clothes fell into a coma, and most of the monks with robes also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their eyes showed despair.

The black shadow that was about to be pressed into the old monk's body diffused with a richer black light, filling the sky from time to time, and the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

The black shadow grew larger little by little after breaking away from the old monk, and after a few breaths, it was hundreds of meters high. Then it continued to grow smaller until it returned to the old monk's body.

After that, the compassion of the old monk disappeared, and was replaced by an evil that devoured all things and destroyed the world.

The old monk's eyes suddenly opened, and a burst of black light shot out. "Amitabha, now that I have attained enlightenment, I should help you to get rid of the sea of suffering and be reborn in bliss!"

After speaking, a whirlpool behind the old monk's head swirled and generated, and then evolved into a round of black sun. The black sun emitted a black light that spread outward. The world inside is destroyed, and the images of killing living beings are revealed from time to time.

As the black light diffused, the monks became dry and decayed one by one, and then a ray of black light converged towards the old monk. Occasionally, a few great monks emitted golden light around their bodies to resist the erosion of black light, and they were also slowly swallowed up in the sound of chanting.

The black light not only devours lives, but also destroys buildings. The canteen, the martial arts arena, the fine house, etc. collapsed, but the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was intact, but the black light cut around the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and after a while, the entire Hidden Scripture Pavilion flew up from the ground, and kept getting smaller while flying to the back of the old monk's head.

"My Buddha is compassionate, Amitabhaha!hahahahahaha

The corpses of countless monks remained, or they had sat down, their protruding eyes and distorted faces all recounting the calamities and despairs of the past.

None of the buildings around the monks are intact, and only ruins remain between the ruins. The glorious old site within a radius of several kilometers not only tells the glory of the past, but also the sadness of the end......