"Amitabha."
In the Buddhist land, the sun shines brightly.
Temples are everywhere, and the sound of chanting is everywhere.
A country established by faith does not have a name, but it has the reality of the country.
For hundreds of years, countless monks have gathered here to spread their faith and dominate the area.
Qingdeng Temple, as the first Buddhist temple, is regarded as a holy place by all monks and believers, and they worship it day and night with great piety.
Today, the demon monk Sanzang braved the disapproval of the world, armed with an iron rod, and headed towards Qingdeng Temple to kill.
"People are there, hurry!"
In the wilderness, eminent monks and masters passed by, holding iron rods and swords that were compassionate and could not kill people, and went to stop the monster's footsteps.
Not long after, dozens of Buddhist masters arrived in front of Sanzang and surrounded him.
"Hey, do you have a knife?"
During the siege, Sanzang looked at the different swords in the hands of several eminent monks and asked in surprise, "Isn't the sword only used for shaving or cutting clothes? How can you use it to commit murder?"
"Amitabha, destroys demons and demons regardless of method."
In front of everyone, a respected master spoke up and said, "I am compassionate, if you put down your butcher knife, maybe you can save your life."
"This monster monk has no butcher knife in his hand, only an iron rod."
A smile appeared on Sanzang's young face, and he said, "Furthermore, according to what the master said, even if this demon monk doesn't resist, it is only possible to save his life. This pie is even more outrageous than one of my friends, so this demon monk has no chance of saving his life." Do you think I, the demon monk, am stupid if I just go ahead and bet on the possibility in your mouth?"
"Strong words, master, no need to waste words with this monster, kill it!"
Behind the master, an impatient monk said something and was the first to rush forward.
"Amitabha, how can you, a monk, talk about fighting and killing? This little master, your Dharma cultivation is not enough!"
Sanzang waved the beads, wrapped the sword around him, and said with an indifferent expression, "You should talk about benevolence, justice and morality like your master did. If this demon monk refuses to cooperate, then you can stand on the commanding heights of reason and morality. You are forced to take action helplessly, so that no matter you win or lose, you will always stand on the side of justice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sanzang slapped the former on the chest with a heavy palm, knocking him away.
When everyone around him saw this, their expressions darkened, and they looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
So strong!
"Let's all come together. He's only one person. No matter how strong he is, he can only beat a few!" Another monk among the monks spoke up and said angrily.
Everyone around him echoed, and then, all the eminent monks and masters in the eyes of the world rushed forward.
"Amitabha."
In the middle of the battle, Sanzang softly recited the Buddha's name, his eyes became cold, and he faced him with an iron rod in hand.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, but with a stick, it's different.
Under the scorching sun, the sounds of weapons being exchanged were heard one after another. Sanzang held a stick in his hand, which was powerful enough to shake the sword. When the iron rod hit, all the weapons were broken.
"ah!"
Screams followed.
Masters and eminent monks are not true Buddhas after all, and they will still feel pain.
Sanzang, who no longer held back, showed great fighting power. As one of the few survivors among the four geniuses of the younger generation who is still active in the eyes of the world, today, he is bound to vindicate the strength of the four geniuses.
They are not parallel imports!
"Amitabha, look at the little monk's great mantra!"
When the battle reached the point of madness, Sanzang shouted loudly, the demonic aura around him soared into the sky, the demon performed Buddha's moves, and thunderous waves were heard.
Black demon thunder fell from the sky, and many eminent monks blocking the way were struck by the demon thunder, and all of them vomited blood and flew out.
"Amitabha, it seems that your justice is vulnerable to attack. If you don't stop me anymore, I, the demon monk, will take the first step."
After putting down all the eminent monks and masters who were blocking the way, Sanzang gathered his breath, glanced at everyone, put his hands together in a salute, and spat out some trash talk in a very competent manner.
Brother Li is indeed right. Talking trash in a fight is not only enjoyable, but it can also increase your own combat power.
He was very brave just now!
Just when Sanzang was fighting all the way to Qingdeng Temple.
In the distance, in Qingdeng Temple, Fahai walked quickly to the Buddhist hall, looked at the master in the hall anxiously, and said, "Master, Sanzang will come to kill him soon."
"No hurries."
In the main hall, the Green Lantern Buddha opened his eyes and said calmly, "How can you take on such a big responsibility if your mind is so unstable?"
Fahai suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "Master, Sanzang has now entered the late stage of the Fifth Realm. His strength is not what it used to be, and he is protected by a demon bone. Even if he is compared to the strong men at the peak of the Fifth Realm, he may not be far behind. "
"Not urgent."
Qingdeng Buddha said calmly, "Master, I have sent someone to invite an old friend. I believe he will arrive soon."
"Master's old friend?"
Fahai asked in surprise, "Who is it?"
The master is already a hundred years old, and it is certainly not easy for someone to be called an old friend by the master.
"Fahai."
Green Lantern Buddha replied, "The Thirty-second Generation Fa Hai."
When Fahai heard this, he was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he came back to his senses with a look of shock on his face.
He is the thirty-fourth generation of Fahai. Doesn't it mean that the person Master talks about is the descendant of Fahai from the previous generation?
That one is still alive?
"Amitabha."
At this moment, under Foshan, an old monk with a weathered face walked up, holding a nine-ring tin staff, one step steady and one step heavy.
A powerful person of the same era as the Green Lantern Buddha, the thirty-second generation of the Buddha, Fahai, has been in seclusion all year round and does not care about worldly affairs. Now, at the invitation of the Green Lantern Buddha, he finally reappears in the world.
Fahai is passed on from generation to generation. Generally speaking, the previous generation of Fahai will pass on the responsibilities and title of Fahai to his disciples before taking off the name of Fahai.
However, something happened to the previous generation of Fahai, the 33rd Fahai.
The previous generation Fa Hai was seriously injured and died in a battle with Bai Yuzhen, the White Queen. He passed away without leaving any heirs.
It is precisely because of this accident that the Fahai of this generation was not passed down from master to disciple, but was taught by Green Lantern Buddha.
The lack of inheritance from Fahai's lineage may be one of the important reasons why contemporary Fahai no longer has the majesty of its ancestors.
Soon, the old monk walked up to Foshan and entered the Qingdeng Temple under the awe-inspiring eyes of many Buddhist disciples.
In Qingdeng Temple, Qingdeng Buddha noticed the arrival of his old friend and stood up to greet him personally.
In front of the main hall, the two people looked at each other and bowed each other.
"Master Fahai." Qingdeng Buddha called politely.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has given up the name of Dharma Sea. It is no longer appropriate to call him Dharma Sea again."
The old monk said calmly, "The poor monk now has the Dharma name, Kongdu!"
After saying that, the old monk Kongdu looked at Fahai behind the Green Lantern Buddha, frowned slightly, and asked, "Is this the contemporary Fahai? At such an age, he is only in the middle of the fifth realm, and his Buddha power is also sparse and ordinary. It is really humiliating. The name of Fahai.”
