With a sword shot, the peach daughter spit out the fire vigorously, and the Buddha beads that blocked the sword path were burned one after another!

The refreshing fragrance of the dew tree flowers instantly turned into puffs of green smoke with a choking smell. Different from the Aerial Sword, this Daomen Sword that Wei Ye cultivated with him was in the hands of the main master, and its power was far from being comparable to the fighting method of Fang Cai-

The fire sword shot straight down, and the sound of the old monk singing the scriptures also stopped abruptly.

A faint Buddha's breath of solemn compassion and compassion was faintly revealed from the old monk's eyebrows.

The fire sword fell to the top, and the old monk's eyes opened at this moment.

Those eyes, like all old people, had cloudy crystals and were unusually dry, and the boundary between the iris and the whites of the eyes was no longer clear, but in an instant they became as clear and distinct as a drop of morning dew on the lotus petals in the morning, and the pupils were like a blue glass bead.

The blue and white are distinct, such as the green lotus Miaohua, this name is cyanotic green lotus flowers.

In the legend of Buddhism, the Buddha has 32 kinds of appearances, and is born according to the 32 kinds of good karma. Treating sentient beings as the first of the good karma methods, the Buddhist monks achieved it according to the law, and obtained the vision of the Blue Lotus Buddha.

The withered monk opened the eyes of the Buddha.

The old monk glanced at the peach daughter in Wei Ye's hand.

The eyes are like green lotus, the pupils are like autumn water, the light is clear, and the compassion is amiable.

However, what fell in the eyes of the old monk was only a hint of ridicule at the corner of Wei Ye's mouth.

Although he had a smiling face, Wei Ye's hand also slowed down a little, and the falling speed of Tao Qianjin slowed down, and the original playback screen of 0.2 seconds was forcibly pulled into 2 seconds and 1 grid, 10 seconds and 20 seconds, so that he almost pressed the pause button.

It was not that the flow of time had changed under the old monk's Buddha's eyes, but with the old monk's eyes, the air between Wei Ye and the old monk suddenly became extremely viscous, fixing the peach gold at a distance of only half an inch from the top of the old monk!

Wei Ye maintained the posture of holding the sword and patting down, looked at the old monk and said: "Open your eyes and move your thoughts, condense your qi like a stone, you want to seal my sword path with Zen thoughts, but you don't know that the sword in my hand is not a mortal soldier with a sword shape?"

In the middle of the words, Wei Ye's wrist flipped over, turned the peach daughter suddenly, and shouted: "Chop!"

With a "chop" word out, Wei Ye no longer suppressed the killing intent on the sword, the sword blade that was originally flat and fell suddenly stood up, and the fire on the sword blade turned into a deadly blade, roaring away from the sword body, turning into several high-speed red sword qi, directly taking the old monk's body!

The sword qi is urging to come, the old monk's face is solemn and compassionate, his palms are divided in front of his chest, his left palm is leaning up to the sky, and his right palm is leaning towards the ground.

This is one of the Buddhist Mahamudra Dharma Seals, symbolizing the 80,000 Buddha's Dharmas in one heart.

The old monk's hands formed a Sanskrit seal, and his mouth replied:

"If it is a Dharma collection, solemn and pure, the fire is troubled, and it cannot be stopped!"

In the sound of the words, the old monk's palms were bright, and a round of swastika Buddha seals appeared in his heart.

There is a Buddha seal in his heart, a blue lotus in his eyes, and a blazing red sword qi is also at this moment, slashing over the shoulders of the old monk!

The sword qi passed through, but a golden light surfaced, and a swastika Buddha mark the size of a fingernail swirled out on the right side of the old monk's body, just supporting the downward trend of the sword qi.

The sword qi was useless, Wei Ye raised his eyebrows, but he praised sincerely: "The sword can't be broken, the fire can't be injured, and all obstacles can't be hindered. ”

Listening to Wei Ye's admiration, the old monk had no color on his face, he just muttered and chanted, and the compassion between his eyebrows was even stronger.

The magic sword is coming, how sincere this statement is.

The heat is pressing, and this heart is so compassionate.

But it fell into Wei Ye's ears, only in exchange for a complaint from the former folklore scholar who was full of irony: "So I hate the guy who can't speak well and can only communicate with limericks." ”

As he spoke, Wei Ye's sword technique slashed, and the Dao sword qi echoed his fingers, like a dragon roaring, wandering around the old monk's body protection Buddha light. The immortal warlock urged the sword qi in his hand, but he didn't wait for a pause in his mouth, and sneered: "Although you hold the vajra phase, the realm is one line higher than those guys I have seen, you have broken through the Heavenly Determination of the Desire Realm, the Four Zen Heavenly Determination, transcended the Colorless Heaven, and hidden into the First Class of the Four Holy Dharma Realms, but you still live in the Sound and Hearing Dharma Collection. Speaking of the heavens, this Vajra Dharma is still not out of the Hinayana realm. ”

Listening to Wei Ye's explanation of the origin of his own method, the old monk whispered a Buddha name: "Nan Wu Master Shakyamuni Buddha." ”

In this Buddha name, there are both emotion and acquiescence.

However, Wei Ye's words did not end: "Although you have shown the Buddha's eyes of the Qinglian Hua, you may not be a Buddha with the Buddha's appearance. Don't say that you have only cultivated the Buddha's eyes, that is, the 32 phases of the Buddha's body and 80 kinds of goodness have appeared today, and the world's Dharma is not something that people in Buddhism can talk about. In the past, the king of the guards was in the past, and the soldiers sent to the homeland of the world, slaughtering the people of the Shakya tribe, and if they came to sit silently, they could not recover. Today, this official is killing on behalf of heaven, and you can stop me, monk!"

This is about an old story of Buddhism, when Rulai became enlightened, he lived in the country of Shewei and was supported by the royal family. After the prince of the country succeeded to the throne, he sent troops to the Kapila kingdom where Sakyamuni was born, and after hearing about it, he sat under the low tree next to the road and blocked the road three times, but he was still powerless to prevent the king of Viliuli from slaughtering the Sakya family.

Hearing Wei Ye's casual case, the old monk's eyes suddenly lit up.

The eyes that were as colored as Qinglian suddenly flashed a little spiritual light, and they showed a three-point moving look.

It's just that with his thin old face, it's a lot more disgusting.

People in Buddhism, especially like this old monk, have broken the realm of desire, the six desires of the world, the four Zen heavens, and the four colorless heavens of the colorless world. And among these eminent monks, except for those arhats who are bent on seeking the path of nirvana, they give more with their tongues:

"Donor, if you talk about the wisdom of the world, the donor is the only person who has been seen in the life of an old monk. However, after all, the donor is in the fire house, ignorance disturbs the heart, and the cause and effect are unknown. ”

Listening to the old monk's words, Wei Ye exhaled a sigh of "heh": "If you want to break through your vajra law, it will take some effort, monk, you will say it first." ”

Capturing the dilution of Wei Ye's words, the old monk's hands were still formed into a Sanskrit seal, and he gently sang a Buddhist scripture:

"If I heard it, in the past, there was a fishing village, and big fish were caught in the big pool. At that time, the king of big fish, and now the king of Viliuli is. At that time, the people are now Shakya. Therefore, karma is now subject to this retribution. ”

After singing the Buddhist scriptures, the old monk looked at Wei Ye and said gently: "Donor! Today's Fanhe City, how different is it from the Shakya King City of the past? Today's Qiang army, how different is it from the Liuli King Army of the year?"

"Donor, retribution, there is no end. All living beings kill each other, creating only the cause of hell. I hope that the donor will rein in the precipice, let go of the fire house, open the city and surrender, do not raise soldiers, and avoid killing karma. Even if the people are killed or injured, it is still inevitable, but they can take a little good cause, and even become good karma in the next life, only then can they see that the Dharma has a spirit, and the results are not false, and there is no Buddha Shakyamuni in the south!"

A Buddha horn, the old monk behind the appearance of a light Buddha, the head of the treasure, sitting on the lotus platform, the top of the snail meat, wearing a colored robe, exposing the right shoulder, one hand on the chest, the palm is facing Wei Ye, as a fearless seal.

Around the body of the Buddha of Light, there are countless celestial beings and goddesses, with a solemn crown, holding a gold plate and throwing incense.

The fragrant wind blows, the fragrance of flowers lingers, the chill that blows the face like a knife cutting a needle, and the bloody blood that smokes the tip of a person's nose and makes a nausea, disappears in an instant.

The flesh and blood on the ground turned into rubies and blood agate inlaid by skillful craftsmen on the ground as bright as gold.

There are also countless phantoms of monks, surrounding Wei Ye's side, with no compassion between the eyebrows, hidden joy and laughter lines at the corners of his mouth, and more than one chanting in his mouth:

"The appearance of the world-honored one, do not fall down, like Mount Meru!"

"The journey of the world-honored one, the merit is free, like the Lion King!"

"The virtue of the World-Honored One, removing all troubles, is like pure water!"

"The words of the World Venerable, breaking through all foreign ways, such as Vajra Treasure!"

In the end, the old monks joined together and sang: "If you come to the Dharma King, you can make all sentient beings, the four fruits of Shamen, stay in peace, and extinguish the path!"

On the battlefield, between the sea of blood, the old monk Panzhao truly unfolded his Buddha heart for the first time, dyed and transformed into the real world. Truly in this land of Shura killing, it has become a pure land on earth.

And this pure land on earth will forcibly pull Wei Ye into it!

Wei Ye didn't look at the phantom of the monks around him, nor did he look at the celestial maidens singing and dancing around him, this was all the virtual form formed by the Buddha's light, and it was also a derivative of the Pure Land on Earth formed by infecting the outside world according to the monk's Buddha's heart.

The old monk looked at him with a kind expression, and advised: "The donor also understands the principles of Buddhism, and should know that the fire house of the Three Realms is not a place to live for a long time. Good causes and resources are the foundation of transcendence from the world. If the donor lets go of his attachment and opens the city to obedience, although death and injury are still inevitable, it can make the Han people in Fanhe City more or less kill some evil, thinking that it will be a good result in the next life, so why should the donor resist. ”

Wei Ye just held the sword, stared at the old monk's eyebrows, and asked contemptuously: "Monk, if you come and die, you will leave the three Dharma seals, and the disciples of Buddhism will use them to confirm the authenticity of the Dharma in the world, do you remember?"

Listening to Wei Ye's question, the old monk smiled slightly and replied: "The impermanence of all actions, the selflessness of all laws, and the silence of nirvana are the ...... of the three laws."

However, before he could finish his voice, the immortal warlock had already shouted violently: "All actions are impermanent, all laws have no self, and the next life will be born, the so-called good fruits, what does it have to do with the Han people who are ruined today! The hungry ghosts of hell, the so-called retribution, what do you have to do with the traitors who burn and loot today!"

In the midst of the loud cheers, between Wei Ye and the old monks, those monks who sang Buddha's verses, and those goddesses who threw incense, all moved at the same time.

Originally, the pure land of the world where the Buddha's light was brilliant and the Buddha's breath flowed, some very subtle changes emerged in the blink of an eye.

The warm breeze suddenly went away, and the cold suddenly rose.

The intent of fighting, killing, and bloodshed that should not exist in those Pure Lands is permeated in this Pure Land on earth.

The cold wind blows, and the white mandala flowers fluttering in this narrow space start from the subtle veins of the petals, and there is an ominous red color that shines through.

The holy and pure white mandala flower turned into a bewitching red in an instant, not the delicate apricot with the spring of the branches, not the red peach with a red face, and the white mandala flower only has a shocking blood-like red!

The inauspicious blood-colored mandala flowers fell from the hands of the goddesses.

The ominous blood-colored magic sword suddenly swept over the old monk's head from Wei Ye's hand, piercing his heart!

Since the Buddha will not be wrong, then the only one who is wrong can only be himself, even if he doubts the Dharma at all, in his own heart, he must wipe it out to the end with profound concentration and pure meditation thoughts.

So in the face of Wei Ye's loud shout, it actually made the old monk's mellow Zen heart suddenly shaken.

When a master fights the method, how can he tolerate such a big flaw in the shaking of Zen thoughts?

The peach daughter is no longer entangled by the old monk's meditation, so she goes straight to her heart.

The compassion on the old monk's face did not disappear, his palms still held the Sanskrit seal, and his mouth said: "Huh!"

Words can destroy all troubles.

With the help of the mantra, the old monk left all the troubles and miscellaneous thoughts in his heart behind, between his hands, the Buddha's light flashed, and the swastika Buddha seal resisted the peach gold in Wei Ye's hand.

The swastika Buddha was printed in front, Wei Ye raised his eyebrows, and the sword trick in his left hand was on the sword grid, and Zhenyuan suddenly vomited!

Tao Qianjin felt the master's intentions, and suddenly let out a clear groan, and the Dao sword qi that swirled around the old monk's body was like listening to the order, and they attached the blades of the magic swords.

The blazing red sword swept over the peach gold, and the swastika Buddha seal was hit again, shattering between the old monk's palms, turning into fireflies all over the ground!

The Buddha's seal was shattered, and the monks who offered to the heavenly maidens and served the monks who came out of the pure land had a gloomy face and a sad expression, and their bodies were crawling with dead rust color, and then they turned into light and dust, and they returned to illusion.

The Pure Land is not pure, only this battlefield of Shura killing, corpse mountains and sea of blood is the only truth between Wei Ye and the old monk.

The sword blade entered again, the Sanskrit seal had been broken, the talisman swastika Buddha seal had been dispersed, and a red light penetrated directly under the old monk's left armpit and submerged into the ribs!

The sword blade was picked again, and the peach daughter was suddenly lifted up from the old monk's coercion, and in the blood-red sword light, the old monk's left arm was broken at the shoulder, and a section of the sternum flew into the air!

Knowing that there is no luck, he endures the pain of breaking his arm and cutting his bones, the old monk's face is distorted for a while, but he recites a strange Buddha name: "...... Nan no ...... Nan Wuzun defeated Dapeng Yong's father and King Ming!"

In the sound of the Buddha's horn, the place where the old monk was sitting suddenly cracked, and a cold spring in the ground roared out!

In that ice spring, there was a hidden dragon elephant force, which actually rushed away from Wei Ye's hand, forcing him to take half a step back.

Just as Wei Ye retreated, a pure white beast that looked like a snake and not a snake wrapped the whole body of the monk and fled towards the depths of the earth!

Wei Ye raised his hand, wiped the splash on his face, and snorted coldly: "It's really a good time to hear the rescue, it's really timely! I just don't know, when did Helan Gong, a thief bird, take on the title of King Ming, the father of the Buddha Sect!"