"Amitabha, I will introduce the Buddhist teachings of Lingyin Temple today, and invite the two masters to understand and appreciate it together!"
The old monk at the Lingtai clasped his hands together and bowed in salute. He made seals with his hands, and the familiar colorful light shone down.
This scene has been engraved into the bones. This is a sign that Lingyin Temple does not trust other temples, so it is ready to do it again in person just in case.
This is not unreasonable. After all, the performance of Li Xiaobai and Ma Niubi on the Buddhist debate stage was too weird. It is difficult to imagine that this is a cool operation that a person who has been educated can do.
"Master, Hua Zi."
Seeing that Li Xiaobai was indifferent, Ma Niubi couldn't help but remind him. As soon as this guy opened his mouth, a burst of thick mist escaped. Er Gouzi's mouth-smoking move was actually learned by him very well.
Seeing how little smoke there was, I stuffed a pack of Huazi into my mouth.
"Stop talking, smoke Huazi."
Li Xiaobai shook his hand and threw a few bags over again. He was systematic and ignored the power of faith. Let alone the Lingyin Temple Supervisor, even if the Lord Buddha came to save him in person, it would be useless.
The five-color divine light descended, and golden beams enveloped him. His body felt warm, and Li Xiaobai simply lay on the ground with his legs crossed and observed the awesomeness of the horse.
The strong power of faith gathered and turned into a small sea of Buddha, and Ma Niubi fell deeply into it, frowning.
The nose, ears, and eyes all unconsciously let out streams of smoke.
"The True Solution to Blood Demon Yuanhua!"
Ma Niubi murmured softly, and streaks of blood-colored aura flickered and flowed on the surface of his skin, gradually dissolving the power of faith that came into contact with it.
A look of surprise flashed in Li Xiaobai's eyes. The Blood Demon Yuan Transformation True Solution was a skill he had once possessed. The Blood God Son's technique, created by himself in the Zhongyuan Realm, actually worked in this Pure Land of Immortals and Gods. , and it is still destroying the power of faith in Lingyin Temple!
Blood God Son is not a simple person. As a key figure in the Zhongyuan world, he can create such magical skills just by colluding with the immortals and doing some shady business. He is considered to be a talented person in the world. A generation of heroes.
But now that I think about it, it seems a little sloppy to think that such a master was casually shot down into a crack in the void by him, and then there was no more news. There might be something fishy in it.
Able to decompose and dissolve the power of faith in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, Blood God Son has a thorough understanding of Buddhist techniques.
"Amitabha, these two masters are indeed beyond the reach of human beings. It is not easy to be able to stay calm and listen to the teachings of the Buddha under the illumination of the five-color divine light."
The old monk at Lingtai looked at the appearance of the two of them and was slightly startled. He had long heard that this Wuhu master was unusual. He had been transformed four times in succession, but each time he felt uneasy. Now it seems that the worry is not unreasonable. It seems that he has adapted to the power of faith?
There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that the other party has been completely converted and will only feel comfortable taking the power of faith for granted. The other is that the other party is not afraid of the power of faith at all and cannot assimilate the other party even with the help of the strong faith of the ancestral hall. consciousness.
The latter situation is obviously impossible. Such people do not exist in the world. However, it does not feel like the former has been converted. How can anyone who has been converted still have their legs crossed?
"Amitabha, the young monk is flattered to be taught by Master Lingtai himself."
Li Xiaobai nodded.
Lingtai frowned and asked: "I wonder how Master Wuhu feels being enveloped by this five-color divine light?"
Li Xiaobai: "It's warm and quite comfortable."
Lingtai: "..."
The Sanskrit sound of the main avenue in the ancestral hall rang out, and under the blessing of the power of faith, a memorial tablet began to sway, as if the ancestors of Lingyin Temple were provoked and could not restrain themselves from breaking out of their restraints.
The sweat on Ma Niubi's forehead was fine, seeping out layer by layer. He was really about to be unable to withstand it. After all, Hua Zi and the Blood God Son's skills had their limits. When the ancestral temple's spiritual position moved, the pressure all over his body became... geometric multiple increase.
"Amitabha, finally had a normal reaction."
When the old monk at Lingtai saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was not a problem with his operation, but because Li Xiaobai was too special.
Being able to have this kind of resistance reaction shows that Ma Niubi has not been completely converted by Luohan Temple and is a genius.
He recited the Sutra of Savior even more vigorously, and the ranking of the ancestral hall was alarmed. Today, these two people must be captured.
"Master, this old guy is too fierce, and I can't stand it."
"My good disciple, don't panic, let's take a bite of Laotan pickled cabbage."
Li Xiaobai pulled off his boots and thrust his feet directly into the opponent's face. In an instant, three powerful auras intertwined in the ancestral hall.
The power of faith, flowers, and the smell of feet.
Ma Niubi's eyebrows stretched out, and he looked intoxicated. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the pressure was a little lighter.
Good fellow, Master is indeed a Master. No wonder he didn’t take a shower just now. It turned out that he deliberately left his hand behind and used his feet here to inspire him.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
At this moment, the tablets in the ancestral hall fell over a large area, and most of the power of faith suddenly disappeared.
The face of the old monk at Lingtai also turned pale. He never expected that he would actually break the skill. The culprit was a pair of stinky feet.
"Amitabha, Master Wuhu, what is your intention to disturb the atmosphere of Buddhism?"
"Are you acting like this because you want to ruin Little Master Ma's future?"
The mourning platform's face turned pale, the conversion was coming to an end, and the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall no longer provided help. He was not sure whether this conversion could be considered a success.
"Amitabha, I admire the Buddhist monk of Master Lingtai very much. The young monk just wants to accept the teachings of Buddhism wholeheartedly. Besides, he only took off his boots and hasn't even taken off his clothes and pants."
Li Xiaobai said lightly, "Wang Wang can't resist the temptation of the feet, so the power of faith in this spiritual platform is naturally not a problem either."
"I'm too worried. You can't do such vulgar things in the ancestral hall. Put on your boots and follow the token. It will lead you where you want to go."
Lingtai's expression changed several times, and finally it turned into a sigh. He threw out two small wooden signs and stretched out a finger to fly a little higher. A number 5 appeared above Li Xiaobai's head, and a number appeared above Ma Niubi's head. 4.
This represents the number of times they have been degreed.
"Master suffers."
"Hurry up and return your ancestors to their throne. If you don't bother your ancestors from now on, you can see that your ancestors are already exhausted."
Li Xiaobai waved his hand and said cheerfully.
As soon as he said this, several more tablets fell to the ground, and the three corpse gods on the spiritual platform jumped up in anger. If it weren't for the fate above, he wouldn't care about the genius, he would have killed them long ago.
I met this monk named Wuhu twice, and both times I fell into the hands of the other party.
You have to tell the abbot that this disaster cannot be tolerated!
