The cold wind was howling, the cold rain was miserable, and Pinzhao was still climbing up high on his hands and knees. It was just that the usual mountain climbing and rock climbing in the past was extremely difficult today.
The flowing sweat also made his palms slippery, and he was just about to slip off the cliff. He turned his head and looked down, knowing that if he was not careful, he would turn into stone like a falling stone. It is a puddle of meat in the abyss of a hundred feet.
Pinzhao remembered his instructions and never looked back, but the wind, thunder, and various strange sounds in his ears kept reminding him that an illusory and bizarre farce like the netherworld was going on behind him. Even if he turned a deaf ear now, his extremely active brain waves would Various scenes appeared before his eyes, torturing his spirit.
It may be that the little monk's hands and feet were bruised and painful, so that the physical feedback was affecting his will, causing his mood to fluctuate constantly. Sometimes he felt depressed and depressed, sometimes he was sweating, and suddenly he felt a great sense of nervousness and urgency. control.
Only by looking at it from an angle that outsiders can't see can one discover that Pinzhao's extremely crazy look is actually the same as Luo Shuang'er's eyes.
This appearance is very strange, like countless types of vines absorbing rain and mist in his body, and suddenly start to grow and climb around. Their names are fear, worry, anger, sorrow, longing, and pity, all of which are constantly absorbing him. The normal emotions left only a variety of extreme emotions in this body, fighting and fighting like poisons, and finally externalized into the various gnashing teeth and twisted expressions on his face.
Chaos and impetuosity continued to spread. Facing the rugged and stinging cliff, Pinzhao wanted to bite the mountain wall with his teeth. In his mind that was about to become chaotic, countless debris suddenly appeared, all of the auspicious moments of the past. An unforgettable sight.
The scars left on his body made him feel that this rotten skin would soon burst and burst, and his body would burst into rags and scraps of flesh, letting go of the "vine" that nurtured it and was the real master. Stretching out the vine with evil light, sucking and licking away the last trace of warm blood...
"Pinzhao, what are you doing, why don't you climb up?!"
As a sharp rebuke sounded like a thunderbolt, he climbed on the edge of the Buddhist cave with one hand, and the photo hanging dangerously hung was like waking up from a dream.
He was surprised to find that he had struggled to move for a long time before, sometimes climbing hard and sometimes falling violently. At this time, he did not climb even an inch. Instead, he almost slipped to the bottom of the cliff. There was even a dry muntjac's hand close to Chi Chi, and he almost fell to the bottom of the cliff. He had to grab his ankle - only the piercing pain all over his body was still present in front of him as if it were real.
"Donor Jiang! Master An Ren! You are finally back!"
Jiang Wen forced the deer on Thousand Buddha Cliff back with a flash of sword, then stretched out his hand to pull Pinzhao up to a safe place, and naturally responded with a convincing smile.
"Yes, it took us a lot of trouble to get rid of the pursuers when we came back. Fortunately, you have persisted until now."
Pinzhao gasped for a moment in shock, and then said happily: "Since Donor Jiang and Master Anren are back, we must have found the female benefactor, right?!"
Jiang Wen and An Ren turned their heads guiltily and quietly took a look at the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.
"Well, that's right..."
Pinzhao, who didn't know why, smiled happily at this time: "That's great! Let's quickly find a way to escape from Jizushanyin, and we can return to Xitan Temple safely!"
Seeing Pinzhao appearing so relaxed, Jiang Wen sighed faintly: "Don't be too happy too early. It's easy to get in and hard to get out. Now we are all trapped in this 'Demon Kingdom'. If you want to If we want to be safe and sound, I'm afraid the Buddha will come to this world and lend a helping hand."
Pinzhao's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Master Anren helplessly, but this old monk with swarthy skin and withered appearance also looked at him calmly and speechlessly.
"I suspect that the miasma in Jizu Mountain is full of miasma, and the floating fungal spores have a strong hallucinogenic effect, causing those of us who set foot there to fall into nightmares from which we cannot wake up. Otherwise, Jiang really can't explain it. He found out The truth..."
The two of them stood at the foot of the Buddhist cave and looked into the distance. Jiang Wen lowered his voice and asked Master Anren, his tone full of coldness: "Master, the three sword wounds on your body severed your vitals, and even your heart was damaged by the blows. It was almost broken. I hope you look up and let me see how the arteries in your neck are bonded together..."
The pale-faced Master An Ren slowly raised his head in shock, only to see the same wound as Jiang Wen's on his neck, which was long, narrow and deep.
But he didn't have the blessing of Jiang Wen's Vajra Indestructibility. The scars on his bones revealed that his throat bones were pale, and the bright pink blood wounds looked like a child's mouth wide open. But the blood gushing from his wound had stopped inexplicably, and combined with the hesitation on his pale face, it seemed like a mutilated corpse that had accidentally resurrected from the underworld and still didn't know it.
"Amitabha, no wonder the donor's internal injuries are so serious. The old monk often thought that you would run out of oil, but you could still walk like flying..."
Master Anren also suddenly realized it. He rubbed the fatal scar on his neck, but then murmured to himself, "Although this matter is strange, in the opinion of the old monk, it is still possible that it is the miraculous effect of Hanshan Kung Fu..."
Jiang Wen said noncommittally: "I don't understand this either. After all, if we are dreaming, then we are deeply involved in it now, and there is no way to verify the authenticity. I only learned from the inexplicable healing of the waist and abdominal injuries of Dharma King Miaobao , and guessed something strange."
Previously, when Dharma King Miaobao was trying to save his life, he fell into a corpse cellar and almost injured his internal organs. But now it seems that the injuries to his waist and abdomen have not affected his movements at all, and the wounds have even healed a lot. Because of such strange things, clues are slowly emerging. , Jiang Wencai vaguely noticed something was wrong.
The miserable white mist floated, like countless ashes falling from the sky, flying all over the forest. The withered ghosts with strange smiles appeared like maggots attached to their bones, and strange sounds were heard in the forest.
"The old monk has never seen such an evil Jizu Shanyin. Is it true? Illusory? How can I understand...where is the end..."
Master Anren's thoughts seemed to be affected by the heavy fog. He still couldn't figure out the reason. His eyes were full of distracting thoughts. Fortunately, he was quickly freed from the distinction between names and appearances. He felt ashamed in his mouth, but he had to admire Jiang Wen in his heart. The accuracy of intuition.
"Amitabha! The old monk's cultivation is shallow, and he was almost caught by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance! The three poisons must be subdued by the three methods of discipline, concentration, and wisdom. Ordinary people should not think like this! Now, I am afraid that only the Dharma King's cultivation can resist..."
At this time, it was already a cold night and the shadows of ghosts were lingering. Looking down at the dead pines growing on the cliff, they looked like dry ghost hands that were about to reach the sky, always trying to catch the three people on the cliff.
But what is even more frightening is that at first glance, Thousand Buddha Cliff only appears to be full of black shadows. In fact, there are dragonfly crawling on the rock wall, and countless strange shadows of dried muntjacs as big as sesame seeds are coming from the rock wall. It emerged from the cracks, trying to dissolve into a whole body and climb up the rock, completely engulfing the cliff.
"Donor, what's your clever plan? If you continue to hesitate like this, I'm afraid your life will be ruined..."
Master An Ren was furious all the way. It was only now that he knew he would not die that he gathered some strength to ask Jiang Wen.
At this moment, Jiang Wen's eyes were fixed on the direction where the dry muntjacs were coming like a tide. The Miaobao Dharma King there was fending off thousands of troops, constantly fighting against the ghosts, just like a dangerous reef at the bottom of a river that was always being submerged by huge waves, but always... Able to reveal a majestic appearance after being overwhelmed by the sky and the earth.
"Master, I don't know if this place is really an illusion, but when I hit Miss Luo with my palm just now, do you know what I noticed?"
Jiang Wen took a hard breath and turned around to search for the white ghostly figure in the distance, wanting to see when the other party would pursue him, so he replied to himself: "They are clearly rocks, vegetation, It's a cliff, it's a deep valley, it's everything that the eyes can see, except it doesn't look like a person..."
"Not human?"
Master Anren repeated it unconsciously.
"Yes! The true energy in Miss Luo's body is strong and thick. Even a master of decision-making who has practiced internal skills for hundreds of years should not have such seamlessly inserted true energy. That kind of stubbornness and hardness that does not belong to a living person is not ordinary at all. All a living person can have!”
Jiang Wen said unexplained words. At first glance, it seemed that he was making excuses for his avoidance of fighting, cowering and running away, but in his sharp eyes like a sword, there was clearly a perseverance that could not be stopped by a thousand huge waves. An Ren The Master only took one look and understood that Jiang Wen would never have chosen to avoid the battle if it had not been beyond human power.
Only Jiang Wen himself knew that no matter how miraculous the inner strength of martial arts was, there were few secrets in front of him. True energy could be either fiery or bitter, soft or hard, majestic or poisonous, empty-minded or overwhelming. In fact, there must be a way to resolve the rise and fall of yin and yang.
But the internal force that emerged from Luo Shuang'er's body just now was not only not exquisite, but inexplicably crude. It was like a castle built by an urchin with cobblestones. It might lose its balance and collapse completely in the next second due to the breeze.
But it is precisely this kind of internal force that, when it is deeply accumulated to the point where the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, turning into a majestic mountain made of stacked cobblestones, then the original rough and clumsy nature will also produce the magical characteristics of being as clumsy as it is clever. Until he seizes the heaven and earth for his own use, it is impossible to shake him!
Relying on the strange Qi entrenched in the five internal organs, Jiang Wen had already begun to notice it. He just didn't expect that "Hanshan Gong" was composed of such messy impurities, like the most difficult-to-dissolve impurities deposited at the bottom of a salt pond for thousands of years. Crystallized, it’s no wonder that despite repeated crushing by four or five of his own superb internal skills, he still couldn’t resolve the “Hanshan Jin”——
This "Hanshan Jin" is not so much composed of true energy as it is just a strange thing that is somewhat similar to true energy regardless of its appearance and nature!
If we are still talking about true energy at this time, then the "Hanshan Jin" that burst out from Luo Shuang'er's body may have been cultivated for no less than a hundred years...
No, a hundred years of cultivation alone may not necessarily have such despairing attributes. It must have been a thousand years of accumulation of skills that made Jiang Wen at a loss. How to move and absorb in the sea of qi, but he was still seriously injured in the end.
Jiang Wen knew very well that at that moment, when the "Hanshan Jin" burst out from Luo Shuang'er's thin body, it actually only showed the tip of the iceberg, as if the entire land had become her Dantian Qi sea, an eye for an eye earthquake. Tui Jiangwen's blow!
Jiang Wen was not so much defeated by "Hanshan Jin" as Mu Ning said that he was injured by the shock of his own strength!
Perhaps, as Master Anren said, Jizu Shanyin will increase Hanshan's inner strength, making the water rise even higher when you are in it. However, it seems that this ghost place promotes more than just martial arts. Anyway, in the dark and unexplained world, Everything seemed to be reacting weirdly.
After listening to Jiang Wen's description, Master An Ren turned pale as he thought about something. After a long time, he looked at Jiang Wen angrily, his tone full of despair.
"Donor, if you can't compete with your martial arts, how can you resist these ghosts even if the Mystical Treasure Dharma King under the cliff is somewhat brave?"
Everyone in Jizushanyin is now unable to fly. Master Anren looks haggard and haggard, just like their current situation, but he can't understand why Jiang Wen has so much confidence here.
"You are wrong, Master."
Jiang Wen spat out a mouthful of blood from his internal injuries and said to Master Anren with a strange smile, "It was only when I faced the ghost that I suddenly realized. Who said that the Dharma King Miaobao can't deal with the dry muntjac if he doesn't know martial arts."
"Ah? Forgive the old monk for his ignorance..."
"I've talked a lot about martial arts and you still don't understand. Anyway, the purity of Dharma King Miaobao is so high, he must be a master who can stand on his own!
"Huh!? Doesn't Donor Jiang intend to go and help?"
Master Anren originally thought that Jiang Wen was planning to unite his forces, but he almost didn't react at this time.
"Huh!? Why did the Master say this?"
Jiang Wen seemed a little baffled after hearing his question.
"Jiang's only goal in coming to Jizushanyin is to find Miss Luo's whereabouts. Now that Miss Luo is running after us powerfully, ten or even ninety percent of the purpose of this trip has been achieved. Isn't this right? Isn’t it already done?”
Master An Ren was stunned when he heard this, and was immediately impressed by Jiang Wen's shamelessness.
At this time, Jiang Wen was standing in the Buddhist cave and watching with nothing. He had obviously made it clear that he would hand over the important task of dealing with Qian Jizi and Luo Shuang'er to the hands of Dharma King Miaobao.
But leaving aside the tide of dry muntjacs, Luo Shuang'er, who could appear at any time and defeat many masters in the world, was already extremely troublesome. An Ren on the side could not figure out the reason behind this.
Then Master Anren looked into the distance with great confusion: "Donor Jiang, Black Hat Dharma King was born in Tibet and has never practiced martial arts. How can he deal with Miss Luo?"
Jiang Wen nodded slightly: "Not necessarily. Master Anren, you have also practiced martial arts. There are people in this world who practice Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. But do you believe that I have achieved such a level of cultivation? In fact, I have never practiced martial arts in a day. Hard work.”
So he pointed at the Dharma King Miao Bao again: "Look at him, just relying on these methods such as Sakyamuni's Elephant Throwing Technique cannot be memorized by common sense. Why can't Dharma King Miao Bao realize the earth-shattering power through careful study of Buddhism? Where is your martial arts?"
Even though they were far apart, Dharma King Miaobao seemed to really see the two people behind him with his heavenly eyes. He suddenly turned his head to look at the Buddhist cave on Thousand Buddha Cliff, and then stood at the mountain pass again.
Just like to confirm what Jiang Wen said, King Miaobao stood even more proudly in the sea of corpses. Countless muntjacs were still climbing up the cliff where the Thousand Buddha Cave is located. They crowded one after another like a scene from hell. In this sea of corpses, In the midst of the surging runoff of the sea, there stood a piece of extremely tough bottom reef rock. With one hand in front of the other and one arm spread out on one side, countless dry muntjacs were fighting upstream.
As His Holiness Miaobao himself said, he had never learned any martial arts moves, and his movements did not contain a trace of fighting spirit.
His cyanotic eyes at this moment were like an ox king, looking at the surrounding areas, no matter his family or hatred, as clear as the sea, as if he was aware of the fear in the hearts of all living beings, so he used the fearless seal to save and protect them wholeheartedly.
"That's amazing!" Pinzhao exclaimed sincerely.
"Cheng Miao, look at this kung fu, it's quite similar to the twelve-shaped boxing."
Following Jiang Wen's praise, I saw his movements of Kunluo Yujia were slow and powerful. He stretched out his right hand and raised his five fingers to the shoulder, constantly blocking the progress of Gan Muntjac. He stood motionless among them, just like Jiang Xin. A fearless bronze bull that calms the water waves. Everything it touches with its hands is rice and grass, making it difficult for a deer to move forward.
"No, no, this is clearly the Ox-King phase of the Buddha's body. Amitabha, the Black Hat Dharma King actually cultivated and realized the Buddha's solemn phase, and indeed he has incredible cultivation..."
Master Anren was accustomed to looking at issues from a Buddhist perspective, which was exactly the opposite of the habits of Jiang Wen and the Jianghu people, and it happened that Jiang Wen was completely in the Jianghu state at this time.
"Look at the photos, this is called professionalism."
Jiang Wen immediately nodded in agreement, but couldn't help frowning and wondering.
"These corpses are dead but not stiff. It is difficult for Jiang not to suspect that they are related to the Hanshan Kung Fu that spreads all over the Jizu Mountain and is better than the mountain fog. Therefore, the key to breaking the situation today lies in the Tibetan Dharma King. On the body."
The behavior of Dharma King Miaobao at this time seemed to have attracted a certain degree of attention. Some of the dried muntjacs that had been blocked and disturbed suddenly revealed the protruding fangs on their deformed heads. They stared blankly at their blind eyes as if they were smelling strange gas, and turned towards Kill Dharma King Miaobao at his position, and the troops suddenly turned around.
But Dharma King Miaobao did not panic at all. He took a deep breath, and his already strong body suddenly seemed to expand a bit more. His skin began to turn red like a high temperature. He clasped his palms in front of his chest and suddenly jumped into the air. The posture is like walking freely on the top of the snowy area.
The arc of the jump and landing was like a full moon. Jiang Wen clearly saw that this time the bones of his legs seemed to be twisted in the wrong position. The kneecaps contracted and tightly closed on the leg bones. The muscles also lengthened and became as round and strong as a deer, gradually becoming slimmer from suffocation to belly. The circle contains unimaginable explosive power like an animal.
And the next moment, this leg broke free from all external constraints, and swept out with a fierce posture that was harmonious and unhindered, destroying enemies, so that the air was torn to pieces by the fierce force, along the path where the Miaobao Dharma King was. A deafening sound erupted from the location!
"Amitabha...this is actually the Buddha's body and the deer king's appearance..."
Master Anren's eyes were shining brightly, and he kept chanting Buddha's name. He seemed to be unable to imagine the magical power displayed by the young Dharma King in front of him. However, no matter how surprised he was, the result was before them.
The clumsy fire in the Six Dharma Yoga is also called the fierce fire, which is the blazing energy formed by the close integration of body and mind. At this time, all the dry muntjacs hit by the body of the Miaobao Dharma King really seem to be hit by the invisible fierce fire. It was as if it was burning, and the whole body trembled for a long time without being able to stand, and even the shriveled skin showed a distinct burnt black color when it touched it.
It was only then that Jiang Wen pointed his hand towards the direction of Dharma King Miaobao and spoke.
"Although Jiang is just a layman in Buddhism, I have already reached the pinnacle in martial arts. It is said that all dharma has one. Since Buddhism can understand the mind and see nature, why can't martial arts fail to become a Buddha instantly?!"
Seeing that Master Anren was speechless, Jiang Wen quickly persuaded him to calm down and recover his strength, and just leave the frontal battlefield to his allies for the time being.
In this way, because the cliffs on both sides of Thousand Buddha Cliff faced each other like bottle mouths, turning into a natural pass, countless dry muntjacs poured out like a tide, but they were subdued by the magic power of Dharma King Miaobao nearby, and their ability to stir up trouble became increasingly diminished. , everything seems to be developing in a good direction, but Jiang Wen's way of sitting back and watching success or failure always makes Master An Ren feel that something is wrong.
But the two of them had no time to rest for too long. They saw the wild trees in the deep mountains swaying and leaves falling, as if something was approaching fiercely.
I saw the dry muntjacs suddenly diverging away, and a tall figure suddenly rushed out from the dark mountain forest, and collided with the strong body of Dharma King Miaobao, making a violent vibration sound.
Jiang Wen looked from a distance and saw a ferocious Yaksha that was completely different from the shriveled muntjac. He suddenly emerged from the crowd, until it raised its head and looked at Dharma King Miaobao with a ferocious look. In an instant, people noticed that even though Yaksha Rakshasa shouldn't be so violent.
I saw that the head of this majestic body was covered with sad bloodstains and scars, and the facial features were chaotic and intertwined into a pool of blood. Only the bloodshot eyes were wide open, and a pair of sharp teeth flashed with cold light. Only The face that should have been covering it is gone!
The Yasha's face was hanging sideways from top to bottom and from left to right. It had been torn and peeled off alive, hanging to the side like a burden, with blood stains seeping out of the bright red flesh little by little. It came out and dripped on the face of the suddenly suppressed Dharma King Miaobao. The fierceness and sorrow could not be greater for a while!
What's even more terrifying is that this man's muscles are bulging like a tiger and leopard. Even if the Dharma King has the kind eyes of the Ox King and the auspicious appearance of the Deer King, he can't resolve the evil wind made of blood around him. His thick arms are suddenly torn apart when he grabs them. The monk's robe tied around the waist of Dharma King Miaobao was about to disembowel him.
The unsatisfied Yasha's arms were bent, and he was struck down with infinite force as his eyes widened. His Majesty Miaobao also took the opportunity to wrestle with his hands, but the opponent's arms actually used tens of thousands of kilograms of physical strength to firmly restrain Dharma King Miaobao. , facing the disheveled skinned Yaksha, King Miaobao instantly fell into a disadvantage, unable to compete with him in terms of brute force.
At this time, looking from a distance, there are ring-shaped protrusions all over the abdomen of Skinned Yasha. It turns out that the fascia is thickened and fills the bone seams, so that the membrane, marrow, tendons, and bones are integrated into one. When exerting force, the abdomen becomes round and bulging. Like copper poured into iron, it firmly suppresses the arms of Dharma King Miaobao.
Peeling Yasha exerts his strength without hesitation, and is about to crush the opponent's bones in an instant. He has obviously bulging muscles all over his body, and the muscles of his arms are protruding. The grooves of the muscles are very clear, conveying a steady stream of energy. Strength, gushing forward.
The Dharma King Miaobao was so close to it that he could most perceive the inhuman horror. On the terrifying face that was highlighted by the torn off skin, his eyes were also protruding from the effort, and his sharp teeth were exposed in the air, full of malice, and Like the cruel evil that cannot be suppressed in the blood, it is completely terrifying with a hint of madness!
At this time, the skinned Yaksha completely lost his human form, and roared silently with his head raised to the sky, revealing a kind of cruelty that should only be found in the wild beasts of the mountains and forests. It seems that this body exists just to dominate and roar in the mountains.
"Amitabha, there are such evil spirits in the mountains and forests!" Pinzhao was extremely surprised when he heard a cold snort coming from Jiang Wen's mouth.
"Hmph, what kind of evil spirit is this? Pinzhao, why don't you take a closer look at who he is?!"
Pinzhao was stunned when he heard this. At first, he was completely unable to connect the hideous and terrifying appearance with the person he knew. Until he tried his best to ignore the strange appearance with a bloody face and focus on the person's terrifying body like a bear... …
"You haven't recognized it yet... His cheek was pierced by a snake-shaped hand, and he was torn apart by Zong He's powerful fist. Two killing moves were eaten by one person, and his face was torn open alive. How can he still do this? Cruel, what a villain!"
Jiang Wen frowned and praised. He had already guessed that the person coming was the long-missing Prince He Dao of Pingxi Palace. At this time, the ribs and ribs exposed on his upper body were as naked as the King of Pingxi, which was enough to prove that this person must and could only be This man is a hard-working man who came from the army.
Master Anren admitted unbearably: "Amitabha, just as Donor Jiang said, the old monk also witnessed him going crazy at that time, tearing the Eight Immortals Swordsman into two pieces, leaving his intestines all over the ground, and then he was killed by the other two Defeated by a master. I just didn’t expect that he would become such a human and a ghost..."
But now King He Dao no longer looks like a living person, and his actions are beyond the imagination of common sense. He has transformed into a ferocious tiger in the underworld of Jizu Mountain, only knowing how to pounce on people and suck their blood.
The next second, the skinned Yaksha had transformed into a wild tiger in the mountains, coming with the natural blood suppression of primates and upright apes. The bones of Dharma King Miaobao's arms began to creak and howl, and his knees could no longer support him. It kept falling bit by bit.
The figures of the two men gradually swayed with low roars in the cold forest and the flying branches and leaves. The power of the tiger was difficult to match. Yaksha's terrifying protruding eyes and bloody mouth were filled with evil aura, and he almost bit the Dharma King Miaobao. He was about to To fall into a disadvantage.
But at this moment, Dharma King Miaobao suddenly smiled.
Such a terrifying appearance may scare others, but he has already faced various physical and psychological troubles through retreat and diligent practice. By facing darkness and death, he has eliminated the fundamental fear in his heart and devoted himself to opening up self-generated light and wisdom to benefit all sentient beings. .
You must know that the Dharma King Miaobao can now achieve enlightenment and penetration with the non-dual mind of samsara and nirvana, even the angry appearance of his protector and the terrifying appearance of the ferocious corpse. How can he be possessed by fear?
His previous appearance of pursing his lips in kindness was fleeting, as if he was about to face death with great joy, but the moment he smiled, only two sharp teeth on the top and bottom were exposed in his mouth, weirdly protruding between the other teeth. , but it was never noticed by anyone on weekdays. It was bright white and smooth, as sharp as a sharp edge, and as strong as a diamond. Suddenly, he smiled at the skinned King He Dao.
And the next moment, the absolute suppression caused by King He Dao's ribs and ribs was slowly pulled back by an invisible force. No matter how much blood dripped on his face or how much black energy came out of his body, it seemed that nothing could change it. The decline presented.
At this time, the body of Dharma King Miaobao also quietly changed again, but unlike the mighty King He Dao, Dharma King Miaobao's body was only slowly unfolding, and his shoulders were wide and straight with ease. rise.
But soon, this movement carried an indescribable majesty and dignity. Then not only the body expanded, but also the cheek bones of King Miaobao were slowly unfolding. The cheeks were as full as the moon due to being propped up, and the nose and lips were It has gradually become wider due to the pulling of the bones. From a distance, both the body shape and the face look like a majestic and dignified lion, standing majestically in front of the dry muntjac!
The tiger confronts the lion, the ghost screams meet the Buddha's voice, the Dharma King Miaobao laughs silently, the strong and sharp teeth in his mouth are clearly visible, just like the lion roaring filial piety to the tiger, showing his unique and fearless appearance, showing his final appearance. Victory over all formless wisdom, determined to subjugate all heretic evil spirits in front of you!
Master Anren admired in a low voice. He saw with his own eyes that the arms of Miao Bao Dharma King were bent and then slowly straightened. The Kundalini Fire Yoga spread all over his body, showing a red and fire-like posture, which suffocated the opponent's fierce power and instantly eliminated him. No power to fight back.
"Amitabha, this is the body of the Buddha and the lion king!"
The Buddhist "Great Wisdom Treatise" records that among the four-legged beasts, the lion is alone and fearless, and can conquer all. The same is true for the Buddha. Among the ninety-six heretics, he is fearless in conquering all, so he is called a human lion. Therefore, the lion king's appearance is the most powerful. Heretic demons are afraid.
"Great! The Dharma King has such magical powers, we can be saved!"
Pinzhao cheered for joy, but suddenly found that the majestic figure that had subdued the skinned Yaksha suddenly swayed, staggering backwards, and did not stop until he leaned against a tree.
There was a trace of doubt in Pinzhao's eyes at first, but soon he was completely overwhelmed by confusion and confusion.
Because he found that the corpses under Thousand Buddha Cliff were gradually bowing to the ground, like the waves of a flat lake rippling, or like the continuous tide receding and falling silent, they all worshiped a woman who came with a sword and was dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow.
The dry muntjac was like worshiping a king, and the skinned yaksha also whined and roared and retreated, leaving only the Dharma King with his back leaning against the big tree, standing with his palms facing away, then frowning, and his serious eyes naturally met that The two extremes reveal crazy clear eyes...
