Yes, he could have turned back, just didn't want to.

Hearing the young man's words, everyone's expressions were complicated, and the expressions in Jingchen's eyes changed several times.

Emperor Wu silently raised his eyes, looked at the depths of the vast and infinite sky above his head, sighed and said: "You still don't understand, too close to the light, you can't see anything else, too far away from the Buddha, you can't see the Buddha himself, just like the Buddha statue under your feet, the cultivation is so huge, I don't know how many generations of hard work, but really go to the Buddha statue, who of you can see the whole picture of the Buddha?"

He shook his head, "At most, I can only see a moss-covered stone." ”

This remark is just a casual remark, but it seems to have a deep meaning, even a few masters and the second-generation disciples of the Fanyin Temple such as Jingchen on the field can't help but look solemn and listen quietly, except for the man who stood silently with his eyes closed, his face still did not change, the chill on his body became more and more cold, and the sword intent became heavier.

Emperor Wu didn't look at everyone again, only seemed to feel something, shook his head and sighed: "Before the Buddha sat down, he left the decree of the law, he did not erect a statue in life, and he did not worship in death, just to tell future generations that it is useless to worship him, only if there is a Buddha in his heart, can he understand the Buddha's will, but thousands of years have passed, and there are still a few Buddhist disciples who can abide by the decree of the law, and there is no golden statue of the Buddha in the main hall of the Buddhist temple in the world?"

Speaking of this, the young man paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Of course, except for me Luofu, you probably don't know that the predecessor of Fanyin Temple is just a nameless broken temple, and the people in it worship the Buddha, not the Buddha, at least before I leave, except for one more Buddha road, Fanyin Temple is still the broken temple." ”

The monks frowned and remained silent.

Emperor Wu's eyes suddenly were a little confused, as if immersed in some of the past, after a while, he sighed lightly, and said: "But when I set foot in the Fanyin Temple again that day, I saw the mountains and the temple towers, in addition to disappointment, or disappointed, you descendants, all day long to participate in meditation and chant Buddha, curled up in the world to think that the purest corner, the mouth of compassion, but ignore the red dust, do not know that they have long lost the Buddha's will, in the end, what you care about is only the world's first Buddhist sect authentic this name." ”

"You don't fight in your mouth, but you are fighting in your heart, silence is fighting, not fighting is fighting, what you are fighting for is not that stick of incense, but a breath, otherwise you will not cultivate this great Buddha in the world, to prove to the world how pious your so-called heart to the Buddha is. ”

The hearts of everyone on the field moved slightly, their faces changed slightly, and they felt that the young man's words were piercing, and there was no way to refute them.

"I said, I can sink, but who knows, sinking is letting go, presiding over the abbot, the one who really can't let go and goes astray is you. ”

The body of the Master of Burning Suffering shook slightly, and the old face of the old pet, who was as resolute as a stone, changed color slightly, then turned pale and then reddish, and then turned pale again. In an instant, there were several changes in a row, and the Zen heart was restrained, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

If someone else said this, as the abbot of Fanyin Temple, he would definitely be angry and reprimanded him for his evil words to confuse the public, and let him turn back, but the person in front of him was not a bystander, but a generation of patriarchs of Fanyin Temple, so what he said was more meaningful than anyone else.

"The red earthly way, Lang Lang Qiankun, black is black, white is white, the hearts of all living beings, more like the jewel has no water, the water turbidity bead is hidden, the water is clear and the pearl is clear, my Buddhist disciples are not polluted by troubles, not stained by greed, hatred, and ignorance, the world is naturally bright in the eyes, how can you be forceful and reasonable!"

Sensing the master's abnormality, Jingchen was anxious, and even the respect for the young man from looking up completely dissipated, and he blushed and reprimanded angrily.

Emperor Wu shook his head again, pinched the white lotus in his hand that was swaying in the wind and rain, and then under the attention of everyone, the petals of the white pure lotus began to dye the night one by one, and the light and light disappeared, spreading and the whole lotus, and after a while, it became an ink lotus, exuding a breath deeper than the night.

Then he looked at Jingchen and smiled: "If I want it to be black, it can be black." ”

For a moment, it seemed that the chill around them was even stronger, and everyone only felt a chill in their bodies and minds, looking at the dark lotus flower fluttering in the wind in the young man's hand, and intuitively feeling that the lotus flower was no longer clean, at this moment, it was like the Manzhu Sawa that was said in the Buddhist scriptures to sink into the nine deep abysses.

Pure dust Zen heart shook slightly, couldn't bear it anymore, shouted angrily, the whole person rose into the air, a very quiet Buddha light from his body, and then a three-headed and six-armed Dharma body virtual image appeared behind him, it was the King of Vajra Yaksha of the four great kings of Buddhism!

Everyone was shocked, obviously they didn't expect Jingchen to suddenly make a move, at this time Jingchen's monk's robe had already floated up, and he sat in mid-air on the cyan lotus platform that Huo Ran had become larger, and the extremely pure Buddha light expanded outward according to the shape of his own body, and in an instant, the golden light was ten thousand ways, and it looked like a round of scorching sun rising from behind him.

Jingchen sat quietly on the blue lotus seat, erected his palms in front of his chest, clasped his thumb tightly in the palm of his hand, his middle finger was half bent, and his three fingers stood straight up like a mountain, forming a solemn handprint of Buddhism.

At the same time, I saw the protector of the Dharma King behind Jingchen, as if he had survived, and suddenly burned a crimson demon-subduing Buddha flame around his body, and the three faces were not as calm and resolute as Jingchen, they were all full of anger and eyebrows like a sword, and thunder in his eyes, any evil in the world, did not dare to look at him, and the first hand in his left hand held the King Kong bell Huo Ran moved, a compassionate and majestic bell, crisp as a flood, came out from the top of the Buddha, and spread throughout the entire Fanyin Temple.

As if stirred by this bell, the four hundred and eighty-one ancient bells of Fanyin Temple rang almost at the same time, but they still couldn't hide the crisp and indifferent bell.

The Buddhist scriptures have clouds: King Vajrayogini used to hold the Vajra Yaksha in his hand and vibrate sentient beings with the ringing of the bell, symbolizing the wisdom of Prajna to alert the crowd and subdue all evil demons.

At this moment, on the body of Jingchen, the power of King Ming's Dharma Body is fully displayed!

Whether it is a few senior monks of the Master of Burning Suffering, or a group of second-generation disciples of the Sangyin Temple, they can't help but be surprised when they see this scene, not for the Dharma body of the Ming King that is difficult to appear in this Buddhist family for thousands of years, but the perfect combination of the Dharma mantra and the Dharma body mudra that Jingchen is performing at this moment, which is the real Buddha's long-lost mantra mudra!

The pure dust in the Buddha's light Dharma body, the hands make seals, the mantra is silently chanted, the clothes are floating in the wind, and the skin of the whole body is like the Buddha's light showing a brilliant golden light, looking like a reincarnated Buddha.

Behind him, there seems to be a whole seven-fold general high Vajra Yaksha Ming King Dharma Body Phantom, called by the truth, six arms raised, as a knot seal, for a while, its momentum is as fierce as a mountain, trembling in all directions, an inexplicable Buddha power is born from nothing, it is actually in front of the pure dust formed a huge Buddha light palm, said that it is too late, that fast, with the pure dust slowly pushed out, the huge palm print has been a general angry wave has rushed towards the Wu Emperor, and it is about to swallow his figure.

Jingming helped the Master of Burning Suffering, and couldn't help but exhale softly.

And the man in the distance seemed to feel something, and trembled slightly.

In the face of the crushing of the most powerful power of the Buddha Sect, the Wu Emperor's eyes reflected the Buddha's big mudra surging in front of him, and he smiled with satisfaction, without the slightest hint of retreat, but made a move that surprised everyone, he stood at the top of the wind and clouds, let out a long roar, and his whole body trembled wildly in the wind, and in an instant, all the clouds and black gas vibrated and flew together, and the whole Buddha was shaken!

The same gesture, the same silent light, a mantra big mudra burst out!

All of them change color together!

Unexpectedly, when the two huge Buddha's palms collided together, there was no sound, there was no expected earth-shattering scene, only a moment of the Buddha's top of the sky was windy, the rain was uneasy, quietly, in the heavy rain curtain, suddenly there was a huge blank, there was not a drop of raindrop in that space, the state of vacuum, it happened to be the shape of a Buddha's palm.

Jingchen sat on top of Qinglian, his mind turned pale in an instant under the huge impact, but looking at the arrogant figure in front of him, he suddenly gritted his teeth, his hands were tied inward, his two thumbs, two middle fingers, and two little fingers were vertically integrated, and the mantra was the same as before, and he pushed forward heavily, and shouted:

"Meditation!"

A sound fell, the Buddha's light flourished again, and there was another loud bang, blood oozed from the corners of Jingchen's lips, a trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, and everyone below was already shocked, no one thought that when Jingchen's mantra mudra met with Emperor Wu's mantra, he didn't fall any down, but faintly had the intention of persecuting the other party!

"Demon slayer!"

"Dreadnought!"

"Transfer!"

"Mida!"

Almost before everyone had time to react, they suddenly heard Jingchen's low and trembling voice sounded again, this time it was actually read out several times, connected to the handprint, the sound was like thunder, resounding in the world, and the Ming Wang's Dharma body behind him was moved by his true words, three heads and six eyes opened at the same time, the cold light was terrifying, moving, and the Buddha became extremely fierce and vicious at this moment.

In mid-air, the mantra mudra belonging to the pure dust, the different light rises, almost giving people a feeling of being heavy like a mountain, with the angry shout of the pure dust, it is actually a very solemn Buddha wall, and the mantra mudra of the Wu Emperor was shocked back, and the figure of the Wu Emperor was engulfed in a blink of an eye, and it was slapped on the top of the seven-fold pagoda.

Boom like thunder falling to the ground, rumbling away, endless, in the wind and rain, the seven-story pagoda that has stood silently for thousands of years, collapsed backwards!

The people on the field were almost stunned.

After a long time, the Buddha power that swirled in the air gradually faded, and the rain that swept sideways and did not dare to fall drifted into the range of the invisible palm print, and soon filled this blank world.

The golden light was gone, and Jingchen's figure fell weakly from mid-air, Jingming and the others exclaimed, Jingming had already stepped forward to catch this senior brother with a magic weapon, and saw Jingchen's face was weak but he gritted his teeth and looked at the direction of the dust and smoke in the sky, and he didn't know what to say for a while.