In the next period of time, hiding in the temple Buddha statues, they are laying out, constantly strengthening the world with the incense and power of Buddhism in this world, and trying to cut off the connection between the ancient legend and the dream world, and suddenly they can't detect the breath of the ancient legend. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But through feedback from all sides, it seems that Gu Chuanxia has not returned to the dream world or Kyushu, and is still in this world. It's just that he is like a drop of water, integrated into this vast world, and can no longer be found.

"Abbot, now we can't find Gu Chuanxia, what should we do?" In the dead of night, in the Buddhist hall, an Arhat suddenly spoke.

The golden body of Rulai, who was sitting at the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, shook slightly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "We are in the dark, he is in the light, it seems that he feels that he has suffered a loss." Only then did he go into hiding, and according to what we know about him, he should have used the method of dreaming to hide in the dreams of thousands of people. Dreams are connected, as long as one thought changes, we can travel thousands of miles, even if we find him, we can't catch him. ”

"Doesn't that mean our plan has failed... Another Arhat said.

"Hmph, even if you slaughter the creatures of one world, and be able to destroy the great demon of the ancient legend, it is a matter of immeasurable merit. When it comes to destroying demons, even if I wait to go to hell, I will not hesitate to do so. Rulai said majestically.

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around, and at this moment, even if a needle fell on the ground, the sound would be unusually loud and sharp.

"Master Menghua will not do this too much!" said a drawing of a Bodhisattva on the west wall.

"After all, it's a living thing in the world, and all of them are slaughtered... We ... Are we still practicing the Dharma?"

"Almost everyone in this world has fallen into the red dust and six desires, blinding the Buddha-nature and mind. Like hell, at the end of ancient times, the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth was able to cross the hell, destroy the underworld, and become a Buddha on the ground. Even if we destroy a world today, we have achieved a world. If it really comes, then it is time to kill, and all the sins will be borne by this seat. It will definitely take hundreds of years to overcome the souls of resentful souls in this world. Turn hell into a kingdom of Buddhas. Menghua said.

There was silence all around, each with a different idea in their minds. There are not only the courage to sigh Menghua, but also the ruthlessness and huge ambition of Menghua.

Turning the world into its own Buddha country, and the Buddha country is the foundation of the preaching of Buddhist warriors. At that time, the souls and ghosts of the whole world who originally died were all faithful believers in his dreams.

Such a Buddha country, even if it is far less than the dream world created by the ancient legend, can be called powerful and wonderful.

However, Menghua's plan needs everyone's cooperation, otherwise he will be able to slaughter the common people with his own strength, not to mention whether he can slaughter the common people. Even if he did, the karmic backlash from sentient beings would be enough to engulf him in an instant.

So for everyone, this is also the way to go. After all, they came to get rid of Gu Chuanxia's dream body and cut off one of Gu Chuanxia's arms. At the same time, it also made it impossible for Gu Chuanxia to control the dream world in time.

The sound in the main hall finally alarmed the monks in the temple.

Soon rumors spread that the Buddha statue of Myofa Temple had appeared, and they all spoke in the middle of the night.

It's just that they all said something, but those monks who vaguely heard only a few words didn't dare to speak. At the same time, they were puzzled, but also because those remarks were so terrifying, which even made them have great doubts about their own beliefs.

I wonder if what I believe in is the Buddha who sits on the clouds and has compassion for all sentient beings, or the evil demons who have fallen into hell and want to slaughter all living beings.

Menghua's ambition, Gu Chuanxia still did not fulfill after all.

After disappearing for half a month, Gu Chuanxia reappeared.

On the sea 100 miles away from the Xiangjiang River, he was fishing in a flat boat.

The white clouds are the rods, the stars and the moon are the silks, the creation is the hooks, and the dreams are the bait.

The fish on the surface of the sea jumped wildly, all vying for the hook. Big fish eat small fish, layer upon layer. And under the boat of Gu Chuanxia, a huge number of fish are like waves pushing Gu Chuanxia's boat, constantly moving forward rapidly.

Suddenly, the moonlight became extraordinarily bright.

In the bright moon, it seems that there is a Buddha flying in, Zhou Tian starlight is bright at the same time, reflected on the sea, and the line is a picture of ten thousand Buddhas worshipping the Ling Mountain.

Invisible forces permeate all directions.

Among them, there are five figures stepping out of the five directions, each of which carries a huge amount of true qi and incense wishing power, and condenses a Buddha's Dharma image that seems to be the essence behind him.

It is the Dharmakaya Buddha Virujana Buddha, the Pure Land Treasure Buddha of Joy in the South, the Buddha of the Pure Land of Joy in the East, the Amitabha Buddha of the Pure Land of Bliss in the West, and the Buddha of the Pure Land of Victory in the North.

There is a formation in the formation, and with five life-breaking masters who are at least in the realm of leaving the reins as the eyes of the formation, it is necessary to suppress the ancient legend.

"Om Ah Zhi that branch quack!" The white Buddha hand held the *** in his right hand and the bell in his left hand, and the sound of the Buddha suddenly set off a boundless wave, and the heaven and earth seemed to be bright for a moment.

"Om Abel fried branches!" the blue Buddha responded at the same time with a vajra pestle and a Dharma bell.

This is followed by the golden, red, and green Buddhas, who hold different Dharma instruments and spit out different syllables. The sound of Buddha converges together, and in an instant, it seems that the western spiritual mountain has descended on the sea.

The sea is sunken and the sea is sagging.

The surrounding space was very solidified, cutting off the opportunity for the ancient legend to tear the space and escape.

Gu Chuanxia was still fishing, and suddenly the long rod flicked and raised his hand.

A huge dragon was pulled out of the water by him.

The dragon is tactful, swimming, and majestic. It seemed to have just woken up from its many years of slumber, and in an instant, it was stimulated by the huge, demonic True Qi of the Buddha Gate, and the whole dragon felt bad.

So it opened its dragon mouth wide, its mouth was poisonous, and where the demon wind passed, even the Buddha statue Dharma body looked dim.

"I can't imagine that in this world where the aura is thin and the red dust is obscured, there are still such demon dragons. Okay, my Shaolin just needs some spirit beasts to guard the mountain. I will capture you and take you back to slowly educate you. The white Buddha stretched out his huge palm, covering the sky and the moon, and grabbed the dragon directly.

At this moment, Gu Chuanxia spoke.

"What are you waiting for, old urchin?"

The next moment fireworks bloom in the sky, beautiful and thrilling.

Hundreds of miles away in the Xiangjiang River, almost most people noticed the glow that burned most of the sky. The colorful fireworks rain is completely beautiful, and the night, the sea, and the Buddha's light are all dim under this beautiful fireworks.

It's full of dreamlike colors, as if in an instant everyone is pulled into a wonderful, fairytale-like dream.

Menghua's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He felt the space he had been confined begin to loosen, and he felt that the formation had become full of holes. At the same time, I also felt the increasingly powerful aura of the ancient legend.

Gu Chuanxia actually used huge fireworks to create a short-lived but beautiful and unified dream. This realistic dream, gathering the power of the majestic dream, is all called by the ancient legend.

(To be continued.) )