"not too good?"
Milo was a little curious. Seeing this, several gods nearby took Milo to another lotus pond. At this moment, lotus flowers of various colors were blooming in the pond, red, white, blue and purple, all colorful, exuding a refreshing fragrance. It's refreshing.
Milo knew at a glance that this was the method of offering incense to the Gandharvas. They used lotus as the incense burner and the thoughts of salvation as the incense, in order to redeem the Shura Zongkapa in the center.
At this moment, the leader of the Snow Mountain was surrounded by streaks of demonic fire, which burned most of his body, starting from his left shoulder, diagonally to the right side of his abdomen, leaving a lake of flesh and blood, with all his internal organs and bones exposed, clearly visible. His internal organs were constantly twitching under the burning of the demonic fire.
Tsongkhapa sat on a golden lotus and carried it silently. A ray of Buddha's light emerged from the heavenly spirit, protecting itself from top to bottom and intertwined with the demonic fire from bottom to top.
But the demonic fire was strange and seemed to have spirituality. Sparks kept flying out, passing through the aroma prepared by the Gandharvas, and landed on Zongkaba's intact body, trying to swallow the Buddha's light and corrode the skin.
Zongkaba opened his eyes when he heard the sound. The moment he saw Milo, there was an obvious look of panic on his face.
With this fear, a loophole suddenly appeared in his concentration, and the demonic fire immediately surged up from below, burning the flesh and blood under his chest with a hissing sound.
"How could someone in this world be able to hurt you to such an extent?"
Milo, who was surprised by the power of the demonic fire, opened his mouth and stretched out his hand. There was nectar hanging down, turning into a silent mist surrounding the lotus, suppressing the rolling of the demonic fire, allowing Zongkaba to stabilize his mind and maintain the Buddha's light.
After the injury was a little better, Zongkaba raised his head and looked at Milo and smiled miserably: "I made the Taoist laugh! Although this world of reincarnation was built by my Daxueshan lineage, the core of it is not something we can control. Just like this world in the human world. There are boundless blessings, there are all kinds of things in the human world, and there is also a never-ending battle in the Shura path."
"Over the years, my competitive spirit has become stronger and stronger day by day, making the Asura Path more and more powerful. A few days ago, I even condensed an Asura King. I am not his opponent. If he hadn't first developed his magical powers, he would not be able to communicate with the six paths. Supernatural power, I have been burned to ashes at this moment."
Speaking of this, Tsongkhapa showed a somewhat bitter expression: "In the past few days, I have been burned by the devil's fire, but I have come up with a way to understand the wonderful Bodhi inheritance."
Milo was a little curious when he heard this: "I wonder what the magic method is?"
"I am now semi-immortal, living in the demonic fire of King Asura and the Buddha's light that I have practiced for hundreds of years. If I die in a calm state, the relics left behind will definitely contain the way of Buddha and demon. If you use it to stimulate Bodhisattva, you should Hopefully it will be passed down.”
As he spoke, Zongkapa stared at Milo and said, "The poor monk only asks that after the Taoist obtains the inheritance, he can leave a share for the Snow Mountain..."
Before Zongkapa finished speaking, Milo shook his head and said: "You don't need to do this. The inheritance of the wonderful Bodhi is not essential to me. Rather than watching you die for the sake of inheritance, it is better to help you." You give me a hand!"
As Milo spoke, he summoned the nectar pure bottle, tilted it towards Zongkaba, and streams of pure water flowed out, constantly washing away the demonic fire.
The demonic fire was instantly enraged, sparks flying around, turning into snakes and winding towards Milo. The flame itself turned into a flame beam covering Zongkaba's body, with countless demonic fires entangled and gnawing inside. Eat the remaining flesh.
Milo also showed an angry look: "How dare you be so arrogant with just magical powers?"
As he spoke, the nectar continued to fall down, repairing Zongkaba's body from top to bottom. At the same time, the black yellow jade tablet and the golden seal of the universe appeared in his hand. The golden seal was pressed, creating boundless suction, sucking out the magic fire bit by bit, and the jade tablet was light. Shake, the black and yellow qi rotate and crush the demonic fire.
"Useless!"
Zongkaba shook his head and said: "Although this demonic fire originated from King Asura, its foundation is the anger and injustice in my heart. If I never let go, I will never be able to get rid of it. And how can I let go?"
"I don't know if you can let go, but if you ask me to watch you die, great monk, I can't do it."
As he spoke, Milo continued to take out many spiritual objects and vitality containing vitality from the wonderful world to repair Zongkaba's body.
After repeating this for seven days, he finally suppressed a little bit of the demonic fire, but as Zongkaba said, the last bit of the demonic fire was still wrapped around his body and could not be pulled out, or in other words, after pulling out a strand, another one came out.
"I said, this is just useless work, but it's okay. Now that I have recovered most of my Buddhist dharma, and if I enter nirvana like this, the relics obtained will be more likely to be passed down." Tsongkhapa tried to persuade Milo.
"If the inheritance of Miao Bodhi must be obtained by someone's sacrifice, then what is recorded in it must not be Buddhism, but magic! Besides, although the magic fire in your body is interesting, it can't trouble me!"
Milo said, rising into the air, the treasure scroll opened in his mind, and the next second, the white bull appeared under Milo again.
He sat cross-legged on the back of a white bull, and a round of Buddha's light appeared behind his head, consisting of gods, dragons, yakshas, gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mahoraga, a total of eight groups. The heavenly beings appeared one by one, surrounding Milo and sending out bursts of praise.
Pure and flawless lotus flowers with different colors and textures like glass naturally appeared in the void. The lotus petals were layered on top of each other, and the flowers bloomed and fell. In the blink of an eye, a rain of flowers enveloped the surrounding area.
In the path of heaven and humanity, many heavenly beings felt the reaction and rose into the sky to pay tribute in the direction of Milo.
Threads of willpower gathered together and turned into dots of gilded light mixed among the golden lotus petals, dancing in the sky and confusing people's eyes.
The streaks of golden light drawn by the will fall into the glazed petals, refracting the seven-color clouds like aurora winding through the sky. They are so magnificent that pen and ink cannot contain them, revealing a kind of extraordinary beauty.
But everyone who saw this scene only felt a sense of indifference and purity in their hearts.
This is the foundation that Milo prepared for himself, and it is also the core of the side of Buddhism and Taoism.
The meaning of purity is hidden in the constantly fluctuating brilliant glow. Between movement and stillness, a brand new name appears in the treasure scroll.
[Buddhism and Taoism·Miluo, the Seventh-Rank Heavenly Master]
This is one of the manifestations of Milo's teachings on the transformation of human beings into gods, and it is also Milo's own exploration of Buddhism.
Along with this name, an illusory Buddha's shadow also appeared behind Milo. The pure meaning in the dark covered the void, and the natural magic appeared.
Under the phantom form of the Buddha, the demonic fire in Tsongkhapa's body was completely extinguished, and these acts of redemption were turned into energy, reflected by the precious mirror and recorded in the precious scroll, strengthening the foundation of the phantom image of the Buddha.
"What kind of Buddha is this?"
After hearing Tsongkhapa's question, Milo thought for a moment: "The Master of Heavenly Beings is one of the ten names of Buddha. I use purity as the foundation to deduce the wonderful changes of nature. Therefore, this Buddha can be called the Pure and Natural Tathagata. Of course, because This phantom itself is the side of my Dharma image, and a more correct name should be the image of the Tathagata of Peace."
As Milo finished speaking, the shadow of the Buddha behind him completely solidified, and in an instant, the boundless pure glass Buddha light rose.
Zongkaba looked up and saw that there was no way of heaven and humanity anywhere. All around was a vast expanse of bright and clear glazed light.
"Amitabha, how good! How good! What a pure and natural Tathagata, what a peaceful and natural Tathagata!"
After the words fell, Zongkhapa's body bloomed with immeasurable Buddha light and dispersed, leaving an illusory Bodhi seed floating in the Buddha light.
