As the saying goes: Buddha is the appearance of all beings, and if there is a Buddha in the heart, everyone can become a Buddha. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although this is simple, it can be a rare person with wisdom.

Just like living in an ancient temple, there are many novices, just like a carp crossing the river.

However, the monks are like the stars of the vastness, the stars of the Seven Buckets, although dazzling and bright, are extremely lonely.

Although the Buddha nature is good, it is too much.

At this moment, Jian felt that a strange aura had penetrated into her soul.

Unlike the spirit Gu planted by the bewitching young man of the Cloud Shadow Sect, there was no cold aura, no movement that ate souls.

It's really like being in the midst of the incense jungle and ten thousand Buddhas.

Under the incense, a clear soul on the soul, such as between the mountain peach and bamboo forest, a small stream of clear springs, pure and quiet.

Like a Buddhist wooden fish, the sound of the cycle makes it, even the soul of all evils, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground.

However, Jian Yi never thought so.

His personality may be a bit withdrawn, but he is also very determined because of it.

Just like facing the Tianchu Yun family, even if he is dead, he can't stop him, and he has a heart of revenge.

Therefore, he would never accept another consciousness to control his body, even if the Buddha was alive!

At this time, Min Feibai and Ge Feiyi also took this opportunity to break free from the shackles under the irrigation of the Buddha sound.

You Dehou was already insane, and Jane was awake for a while, and sometimes her spirit was in a struggle. And as soon as Jane woke up, she twisted into the void, as if all the internal organs were twisted together, and the pain in her heart was endless, and even her soul trembled.

But when Jane fell into a state of struggle, although there was no pain of twisting. But the soul floated, as if it was about to leave the body, but it was even more terrifying.

The old wine man's expression was still calm, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the Buddha sitting alone on the lotus platform.

The sunset is approaching, and the golden light drags up a long black shadow, which complements the mottled shadows of the trees.

The juniors and disciples of the Huoyun Sect were like small novices in the temple, their eyes were glazed, as if they had fallen into the profound Great Dharma and could not return to their normal colors for a long time.

Gong Gao not far away, there was also a trace of fear in his eyes, but more of a murderous intent.

If the boy does not die today, he will become a great trouble in the future.

It is often said that strange goods can be lived, and today's kid's methods are endless, and he actually made the six rings of the true qi realm, and You Dehou, who entered the middle stage of foundation building, learned so much that he couldn't fight back, and he couldn't move at all.

You must know that the kid is really angry with the three rings, partly because of the magic weapon and secret arts, but from the fact that he can stand up to the Buddha and sit on the lotus platform, it can be seen that his comprehension qualifications, over time, the achievement will be limitless.

Cultivators are not simply talking about the path of Taoism, Buddhism, demons, even demons, and even ghosts.

It's just that there are many cultivators, and they have a prominent reputation in this heaven and earth.

Among them, Taoism and Buddhism are the most important qualifications, and their cultivation qualifications are the cornerstone, and their comprehension qualifications are more important.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.

Someone once broke through the red dust, and once he had an epiphany, he jumped into the dragon gate, pinched the fairy sound, and walked away.

There are also people, in the sound of wooden fish percussion, an instant enlightenment, it will condense the wisdom root, and the Buddha is full of light.

Here, what is sought is the soul, as clear as rain, comprehension, otherwise, even if there are fairy bones, it is difficult to be superb.

And Jane gave a feeling of compliment, which is the case.

If it is not destroyed, it will be the great enemy of the sect in the future.

What Jian Yi was thinking, the gray-robed man didn't know, Min Feibai didn't know, Ge Feiyi didn't know, and You Dehou didn't know.

The old wine may know a little, but it has not been broken, just like the secret realm, once become an immortal, one night is like a sunset, fall and do nothing, and finally turn into a handful of loess.

And the Ruyi Divine Stick, who had already broken free from Gong Gao's trapped cage technique, suddenly put away his jumping personality at this moment, and under staring carefully, he recalled the picture in his mind.

The hope of the entire demon clan, which bears the resentment of the sky, is that the Buddha has appeared, and it is also immortal, just because his heart belongs to himself and is not controlled by others.

How similar, yet different.

Min Feibai and Ge Feiyi didn't dare to act rashly, they couldn't see the realm of the old wine man and the gray-robed man clearly, as if they were two ordinary people, looking deeply, it was like stepping into a pitch-black abyss, unstoppable.

This feeling was the same as when he first worshiped the Fire Cloud Sect and met the Great Elder of the Outer Gate, and at this moment, it was even more remote than that time.

They glanced at each other without a trace, and slowly stepped back.

The gray-robed man didn't stop it, the old wine didn't stop it, and Jian Yi didn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

You Dehou's chest cavity formed an extremely strange twist, like a deformed dough, but his face seemed to be a monk, with a fat face, showing a solemn demeanor.

It's just that the gray eyes, and the resentment and fear that come from the body, can't be dissipated.

Jane Yi was in pain, but she didn't lose her mind.

looming, there seems to be a lotus platform in his mind, on which the Buddha is full of light, and his face is blurred, but he recites the scriptures orally, and it can be heard clearly.

There seemed to be a strange force in the chanting of the scriptures, making it forget its struggle and slowly move closer to it.

Suddenly, in the soul, a piece of green brilliance, like a rainbow after the rain, gorgeous and dazzling; like the top of the green mountain, the sound of the crisp flute, like a spring breeze, washing the soul.

But it's not the bewitching sound, just like after the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn, and it is indescribably pleasant.

It's the Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

The world is full of flowers, the saint of the spirit, the only big treasure tree!

In the past, shaking the immature branches, but the tone was extremely proud, although there was no human body, but there were human emotions.

I don't know when, maybe it started from the acquaintance of Wanfu Mountain, and the heart of friends was quietly revealed.

Jian Yi is not a person who is good at expressing feelings, but he is a little wooden, but he is a person who admits death, if someone is good to him, he will double it, in the subconscious, Tianlingbao is already the same as him, people!

As if the shackles had been opened, a glimmer of light flashed in the darkness, small but shining.

It is like a clear spring at the bottom of the mountain, clear and transparent.

The torture of the soul disappeared completely, and the lotus platform Buddha whose soul was immediately manifested was like dry soil under the hot sun, crawling with dense spider webs.

Immediately, like a finger knocking on a wooden foundation, there was a crisp sound, and then, the number disintegrated.

The soul is no longer suffering, and the evil spirit Gu is quietly gone. The illusory Buddha behind it still exists, but it has lost it, and the incense is lingering, and the high esteem above the halls has become like an ordinary monk, without any characteristics.

And at this moment, in the depths of the clouds, in the dense forest, a looming gray threshold, under the afterglow, like a black shadow, insignificant.

Above the threshold, a bewitching man exhaled a breath of white air.

The white gas, condensed like an icicle, seemed to have a pulling force, and with a slight touch, the trunk as thick as an adult's arm broke inch by inch in an instant.

The wind sweeps the green leaves, like the sound of wind chimes, far away and crisp.

The bewitching man stared into the distance with his eyes and a faint smile on his lips.

"It looks like it's already there, it's time to make a move. ”

The breeze blew, but the man's figure disappeared like a white mist.