Qian Yunsheng quietly looked out. In the sky, the shadow of the huge Buddha statue was like a flower, gently holding the entire black castle, which was not small, so that he could only see a golden shadow.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to be boiling. A bright yellow line and a black line separated the sky into two sides as if they were the dividing line between heaven and earth.
Qian Yunsheng turned around and saw everyone in the castle looking nervously outside. He could see everyone's complicated emotions from their body postures, and no one could remain calm.
The indescribable fluctuations in spiritual power seemed to have penetrated the boundaries of the three realms, and even interfered with the operation of the laws between heaven and earth.
This gave everyone who was used to using spiritual energy a feeling of confusion and mistiness.
This feeling is as if I am so insignificant now, like a frog floating in a pot of boiling water, directly deprived of my will by the majestic power of this world.
"If the true mind is immobile, then it is bright. Once it moves erratically, all kinds of suffering will arise. When it is immobile, there is no sense of seeing. Once it moves erratically, it will produce erroneous views." A faint, sharp and old voice sounded, like a sharp sword. It pierced the Buddhist sound just now.
The slightly old voice sneered, "Bald donkeys of Leiyin Temple, aren't you afraid that if your Buddha's heart becomes erroneous, you will fall into the Avici Hell forever?"
This sharp sound immediately offset the majestic Buddha's sound. Qian Yunsheng and everyone felt their hearts lightened, as if the aspirations that had been taken away just now flowed back into their bodies.
"Speaking like a reed!" The majestic Buddha's voice spread out layer by layer, and the voice became louder and louder. "Save suffering sentient beings and show great compassion. So what if you go to hell?"
"What's more, you and the rest of the gangsters are dedicated to confusing our Western Region. Even if my life and death are over, I will definitely not let go of you."
After saying that, a thin man who looked like an old monk walked out from behind the Buddha statue.
"All the phenomena in the world are nothing but illusions. It's a pity that we are unaware of our dreams. As soon as the delusional mind moves, the realm appears, and the heart of discrimination arises. Therefore, there is the difference between love, hate, pain and happiness." What is different from the old monk's grand voice is , this old voice is ethereal.
"Love brings happiness, hatred brings suffering, chasing after thoughts, driving by desire, endless. When pain and pleasure arise, there is attachment, or you are trapped in the miserable state and do not want to escape, or you are addicted to the happy state and do not give up, Master I'm afraid you're obsessed."
This ethereal, sharp and old voice came out from the shadows. Every time Qian Yunsheng said a word, he seemed to feel that the old monk was frowning.
When he finished speaking, the Buddhist sound disappeared without a trace, and only the figure of a short old man emerged from the shadows.
Qian Yunsheng had no intention of watching the fight outside. Instead, he quietly discussed with Agu, "It seems that a big battle is inevitable. We can only find ways to find opportunities to rush out."
Agu also said, "It seems that Buddhism is well prepared. I'm afraid they want to catch us all in one fell swoop. Do you have any good ideas?"
Qian Yunsheng showed a wry smile and said, "What's the best way to deal with a fight of this level? Just take it one step at a time." After saying that, he looked outside nervously.
The thin old monk suddenly raised his eyebrows when he saw the old man appear.
At this time, he was simple and unpretentious, keeping his dignity low, but his eyes were shining with sharp light. He stared at the old man in black in front of him and said
"I heard that there are nine elders in the Black Hand: Division, Soldier, Fighter, Fighter, Fighter, Killer, Cutter, Sickness, and Death. I wonder which one you are?"
The old man in black is short in stature, but he stands proudly with his hands behind his back. His aura was not inferior to that of the monk in front of him, and he sneered, "I heard that the leader of the Prajna Hall of Leiyin Temple hates evil as much as he hates it, and his temper is as fierce as fire. Could it be that he is your Excellency?"
The leader of the Prajna Hall stared at the old man in front of him with eyes like fire, and said with regret, "It's such a pity. With a single step of magic power, if you take refuge in my Buddha, you may be able to finally reach the supreme state."
The old man in black laughed as if he heard some joke, "What's a pity? I can't help but feel uncomfortable seeing you bunch of bald donkeys eating fast and chanting Buddha's name all day long. It's not like us. If you want to kill people, kill people, and if you want to eat meat, eat meat." What joy.”
There was a sound of hunting outside, and the two of them were talking with their hands behind their hands, just like a pair of old men chatting, but it didn't look like they were in a battlefield about to fight.
Seeing the vulgarity of what the old man said, the old monk was not angry at all. He shook his head and sighed, "This is all suffering, and life is vain. Doesn't everything seem like a dream, so why bother to persist in it?"
The old man sneered, full of ridicule, "Master has mobilized his troops to come here today. I'm afraid it's not me who doesn't understand, but you, right?"
The two of them spoke sharply and struck a chord with each other for a while, and their swords were already flashing before they even exchanged blows.
The old monk already had the upper hand, so he no longer argued with the old man, lest things change later. Instead, with a slight wave of his hand, countless figures turned out from behind the Buddha statue and surrounded the black fortress majestically.
He could only hear him sighing with emotion, "I, Leiyin Temple, have been paying attention to your dirty hands for many years. I just hate that you have been so slippery that you can't catch the head and tail. Since we have encountered you this time, let's start with you, the Hall of Appreciation of Merits." let's start."
After saying that, he took action boldly,
I saw a ray of rays of light flying out of the old monk's hand, and countless rainbow lights and colorful clouds spewed out from it.
This feeling was like the spiritual energy around the old monk being quickly ignited, as if it was pressing towards the old man in black like a burning cloud.
"Well done!"
The old man in black shouted loudly, and like the water of hell, a jet of black water as black as ink shot out from his hand. The dark color seemed to be able to swallow even light.
The old man was surrounded by black water, like black dragons intertwining endlessly. Black magic flames jumped out from the black water, as if they were suddenly beating with every breath and breath like a living creature.
Ripples spread out around him and crashed into the old monk.
The glow around the old monk was like flowing fire, colliding with the black water, producing thick green smoke, which made the scene of the battle look like a dream.
Seeing the action of the old man in black, the old monk said happily, "Who am I? It turns out to be the remnant of White Lotus. I didn't expect that you are not dead yet."
The old man in black hummed and said, "The divine religion is invincible, I'm enlightening you bald donkeys to make wild guesses."
Now that their identities were revealed, there was no room for change between the two of them. The old man in black suddenly leaned forward, and the demonic flames and black water in front of him rushed towards the old monk.
The red clouds are blooming in front of the old monk, like the sad plum blossoms, unfolding a slow picture, fighting with the old man in black.
In a flash, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius surged wildly, and the place where the two met was like the center of the storm.
A murderous intent rose up from the center of the storm, and the cold murderous intent captured the hearts and minds of everyone around. For a moment, everyone seemed to be shaken.
A melancholy and majestic feeling passed through everyone's hearts, and it was hard to suppress it.
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Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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