At night, the yellow-eyed monster began to recite the Maitreya Sutra again, this time Meng Huan was not lost again, he also followed the recitation of the Great Ri Rulai Sutra.

Meng Huan felt that the Sun True Fire that he had just refined was actually exuding an incomparably strong Sun True Fire aura under the guidance of the Great Sun Rulai True Scripture, burning something.

"Ahh

"If you kill me, what kind of ability is it to suppress me and torture me here? I won't give in!"

Meng Huan woke up, he heard someone shouting and scolding, stinky golden crow and dead fat man are talking about himself and the old monster with yellow eyebrows? No, it should be Maitreya Buddha and Dari Rulai.

"Is it really a place to suppress demons?"

Meng Huan knew at this time that this world was not so simple, Dongsheng Shenzhou had a demon's calculations, he came out to avoid the limelight, and this little Leiyin Temple also suppressed a demon.

"This little Leiyin Temple doesn't look as simple as just one of the eighty-one difficulties, maybe it's just to suppress the demons below first, and by the way, make a little merit in the journey to the west. Meng Huan thought.

The old monster with yellow eyebrows also stopped and said, "Donor, why did you stop?"

"It's nothing, I seem to have heard someone shouting and scolding just now, is that the demon suppressed under the Little Lei Yin Temple?" Meng Huan asked.

"Naturally. Donor, please continue to chant with me, the Buddha said that this demon needs me to grind day and night, night and night, before he can grind away his anger and make him put down the butcher's knife. After the yellow-eyed old monster finished speaking, he folded his hands together again and continued to chant the scriptures.

Buddhism often likes to suppress the devil and turn it into a degree, unlike the Xuanmen, which kills things.

However, Meng Huan didn't believe that they could grind away the demon's anger and refine a demon heart, which was much firmer than a Buddha heart.

One thought of the Buddha, one thought of the devil, how can you need others to do it.

Meng Huan read the scriptures again, and the shouting and scolding turned into a roar, which kept ringing in Meng Huan's ears.

It seems that as long as they want to chant the sutra to transform the demon, they can hear the voice.

Meng Huan opened his eyes while chanting the scriptures, startled.

Because he found that he didn't seem to be in the original Buddha hall anymore, it seemed to be a prison, and there was Buddha light on all sides. In the center of the prison, several golden rune chains were tied to a man in black clothes and black hair, the man was very thin, his hair was scattered, and he looked very wilted, with his back to them.

Meng Huan stopped chanting and found that he was still in the Buddha hall, the prison had disappeared, and the black-haired man was gone.

"Donor, why did you stop again, and continue to chant the scriptures next, it will be of great benefit, don't be distracted!" The yellow-eyed old monster found that Meng Huan had stopped again.

"Master, did you see anything just now?" Meng Huan asked.

"I have the Buddha in my heart, how can I open my eyes when I chant the scriptures, if I don't open my eyes, I will naturally see the Buddha in my heart!" Huang Mei looked at Meng Huan strangely, "Could it be that the donor has already conceived of the Great Ri Rulai?"

Meng Huan was speechless, but did not continue to talk to him, Buddhism pays attention to faith, faith is like the heart of the Dao, and the change of faith is like the heart of the Dao, and the cultivation is greatly reduced.

The two began to read the scriptures again, Meng Huan Meng Huan didn't close his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the man in black again.

The man in black's true fire and the breath of the Maitreya Sutra continued to shine on the man in black, and he began to roar and struggle again.

Immediately after, Meng Huan saw that the golden chain began to glow, absorbing the essence of the man in black's body, making him begin to become illusory.

At this time, Meng Huan felt a warm current refining his body and Yuan Shen, and his body began to undergo inexplicable changes.

And the man in black couldn't see his face clearly, but his body became more and more illusory.

"He's a soul body!" Meng Huan thought as he looked at the man in black.

"Could this be the benefit of the Yellow Eyebrow Monster?"

Meng Huan was shocked, since there is such a benefit, there must be some kind of calculation in it, he has no backing in this realm, where will someone calculate to give him benefits, the only answer is that the benefits of others have been taken by him.

"Since it's good, let's move on!"

Meng Huan was not polite, reciting the chanting book wholeheartedly, refining the black-clothed demon.

He felt that he seemed to have become more real, a little out of place in the world.

......

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

Meng Huan opened his eyes and found that the man in black had become invisible, but immediately, his body began to recover and became very substantial, while he felt a sense of emptiness.

"What's going on!"

The prison disappeared again, and the demons imprisoned in it disappeared with it, and Meng Huan was in the main hall again.

"Donor, how do you feel?" the yellow-eyed old monster opened his eyes at this time and said to Meng Huan with a smile.

"How does it feel?" Meng Huan was puzzled, staring at the yellow-eyed old monster.

"The donor doesn't have any feelings?"

Feeling, is it the real feeling of last night?

Meng Huan shook his head, he didn't know what he felt.

"Hahaha, nothing. The poor monk went to visit friends in Shihuoling today, is the donor willing to go with him?" The old man with yellow eyebrows saw that Meng Huan really didn't seem to have any understanding, but when he was not religious, he no longer pursued it, but invited Meng Huan to visit his friends.

Meng Huan's mind was turning, it seemed that this yellow-eyed old monster seemed to be really defenseless, if he followed him, would something bad happen?

Lion Camel Ridge is the territory of several mounts of Buddhism in the Journey to the West, and this yellow-eyed old monster is all the way, and he is going to go, but he doesn't know if he will be recognized anything.

"What is the donor hesitating, I will introduce a few friends to meet you, why bother to refuse!" said the yellow-eyed old monster a little unhappy.

"Okay, I'll go!" Meng Huan replied.

"Okay, donor Shuangli!" Huang Mei stood up and pinched a few tricks, not knowing what to do.

"Donor, the poor monk has known you for two days, and I still don't know your name!" Huang Mei was very strange, and only then did he remember that he didn't ask Meng Huan's name, probably because he didn't know how to introduce it when he was introduced later.

"My name is Xuangu!" Meng Huan replied with a pseudonym.

"Xuangu, the great road is mysterious, eternal and eternal, the donor has a good name!" he forcibly explained, "It's just that your name looks like the name of Xuanmen!"

Meng Huan's heart suddenly burst, he won't be dissatisfied!

He turns on the forced flicker mode.

"People outside the square, where do they come from, what kind of name does it come from. Moreover, in ancient times, there were deputy sect leaders who entered the West to become ancient Buddhas, and there were also Xuanmen disciples who entered the West and became Bodhisattva Buddhas.

The ancient Buddha cultivation of the lamp is extinguished, it is really in line with the teachings of Buddhism, and it is inevitable to enter the West, but at this time, it was pulled out by Meng Huan as an example.

"That's right! My Buddhism is widely embraced from all directions, and the world should flourish, and the spread of Buddhism to the east is unstoppable!"

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that he didn't pursue it, the old monster with yellow eyebrows was not a mount, but a boy of Maitreya Buddha, the Buddha of the East, whose Buddha nature was not comparable to those mounts.