The third Buddha reappeared, although it was just a clone of Moro, but it still shocked Li Daoxuan.
Among the three Buddhas in front of me, the oldest one should be Amitabha. He holds a green lamp in his hand to dispel the darkness and illuminate the night sky, with a look of vicissitudes in his eyes.
Now let alone the Buddha Sakyamuni, he points one finger to the sky and the other to the earth, symbolizing that he is the only one in heaven and earth.
The future Buddha Maitreya with a big belly, wearing a yellow robe, holding a cloth bag, smiling, gave Li Daoxuan a chill.
Although they are just clones, they have a trace of the charm of the real Buddha, and the strength of each clone exceeds the Yangshen realm, at least Li Daoxuan cannot see through it.
Suddenly, Moro had three more helpers, and the situation seemed to be reversed.
But the empress in green was calm and composed, looking at the four Moro people quietly, and said: "Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven for defiling the ancient Buddha?"
Moro laughed loudly and said: "Heavenly punishment? If Tathagata were still alive, I would still be afraid of him, but it is a pity that he is no longer here!"
This is also the reason why he dared to cultivate these three avatars. Otherwise, if the gods and Buddhas were alive and realized that someone dared to pretend to be his own name, he would probably be struck by the 'Tathagata Divine Palm' immediately.
The empress in green shook her head and said, "If you don't know respect, you will destroy yourself."
The fairy light bloomed, the lotus swayed, and the moonlight twined like a ribbon, as if covering her with a silver gauze skirt.
With a tap of her jade foot, the lady in green flew up into the sky and took the initiative to attack the four Moro people. Although there was only one person, she had an oppressive momentum.
With both hands in the lotus seal, there are myriads of divine radiance, and the law of life and death rotates.
boom!
The chests of the golden bodies of the past Buddha and the present Buddha were suddenly dented, shaped like lotus flowers, and were blasted dozens of feet away at the same time. The places where they were hit showed a decayed color, as if they were being eroded by time.
"Go together!"
The four Moro men surrounded Tsing Yi and prepared to take it down quickly.
The past Buddha blew gently, and the blue lamp in his hand floated out with green flames, which seemed hot but not hot, seemed cold but not cold. It was designed to burn people's souls. Even the body-protecting fairy light could not stop it.
Now the Buddha clapped his hands, and the huge Buddha's hand hit the empress in green, like a mountain bearing down on her.
Future Buddha threw the bag in his hand, and the bag quickly grew in size, almost covering the sky and the sun, and emitted infinite suction in an attempt to suck her into it.
The three Buddhas took action at the same time, each showing their magical powers. Although they were just clones, each of them was an existence beyond the realm of Yangshen. Looking at the world, they were all extremely powerful, which made Li Daoxuan sweat subconsciously.
He was ready to smash out the Fantian Seal.
However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared.
Facing the magical powers of the four powerful men, the Lady in Tsing Yi remained calm and allowed the flames of the green lantern to fall on her body without showing a trace of pain. Instead, the flame automatically extinguished after burning for a short time.
The Lotus Dharmakaya ignores all soul attacks!
In "The List of the Gods", after Nezha cultivated the Lotus Dharma, his spirit and body merged, and he was not afraid of all spells and magic weapons that could attack the soul, and he repeatedly achieved extraordinary feats by doing so.
It makes those heretical people who are good at attacking souls almost doubt their life.
In the past, the Buddha's green lantern fire could pass through her body-protecting fairy light, but it could not burn her lotus body.
Now the Buddha's palm print fell, and the empress in blue held the treasure bottle seal with her hand. A vague shadow of the treasure bottle appeared in the void, just like the mutton-fat jade bottle in Guanyin's hand, exuding infinite fairy light.
The menacing palm print was directly sucked into the treasure bottle.
Future Buddha's cloth bag did have some effect, and he sucked the green lady in. However, the next moment the bag suddenly bulged, like a ball that was constantly inflating, and finally exploded with a loud bang.
The empress in green clothes flew out of the bag, with three thousand black hairs flying, her eyes were like the moon, shining coldly.
The most eye-catching thing is the six arms that appear behind her, which look like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, holding the Lotus Seal, the Aquarius Seal, the Six Ding Divine Fire Seal, the Flying Immortal Seal, the Bright Moon Seal, the Netherworld Seal...
clang! clang! clang! clang……
With loud noises, the four Moro people were continuously beaten away by the fairy light, and scars frequently appeared on their bodies. Although they continued to use their magical powers, and their golden bodies and blood were like seas, they were still beaten in a panic and retreated steadily.
Moro roared and tried to reverse the situation, but an embroidered shoe stepped on his head, crushing its head to pieces.
"You can't kill me!!"
Moro roared angrily, his broken head gathered together again, and it returned to its original state in an instant.
boom!
Infinite fairy light burst out, condensed in a slender jade hand, carrying divine power as majestic as the sea, and shot the body of the demon Buddha directly into the sky.
Then the empress in green turned into a five-color divine light, soared into the sky, and chased Moro.
Ten thousand feet high in the sky, she and the four of them fought together again. With her own strength and woman's body, she showed her peerless grace and incomparable strength. She overwhelmed the third Buddha and Moro, and beat each other until the golden body of the other party was broken, and the Buddha's blood was everywhere. splash.
Those slender, white and slender jade hands seemed to have become the most terrifying weapon in the world, with all kinds of treasure seals, carrying the light of flying immortals, the heaven and the earth resonated, and the avenues sang in harmony!
The phantoms of dragons, phoenixes, redbirds, treasure lotus and other immortal spirits appeared and reflected in the heavens.
Li Daoxuan was stunned.
The empress... is so fierce?
He suddenly broke out in a sweat as he thought of the times he had been frivolous with his wife in the past.
It’s so good to be alive…!
call! suck!
Violent spiritual energy fluctuations appeared, like a whale sucking water.
The old Heavenly Master did not pay attention to the battle, but closed his eyes at some point. He stood with a sword, and the 24,000 acupoints all over his body bloomed with light, like stars floating in the sea, swallowing up the surrounding spiritual energy and nourishing the dry flesh and blood.
This is the manifestation of reaching the fourth level of cultivation in the "Huangting Ancient Sutra". Twenty-four thousand 'gods' are awakened in the body, developing the potential of the physical body and devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This is also the reason why the old Celestial Master can live to be one hundred and twenty-four years old and still have such fighting power.
After an unknown amount of time, the old Heavenly Master slowly opened his eyes. He had recovered a lot of physical strength. He stared at the battle above the sky with a heavy voice.
"The divine power of the Tsing Yi Lady is also limited, but Moro has a Maitreya body and has almost endless magic power. This is the reason why he can continue to be resurrected."
After a pause, the old master sighed: "It is said that Maitreya Buddha has practiced for 84,000 years, and his body contains tremendous power. Fortunately, Hui Chan risked his life to prevent Moro from completely controlling his body. A glimmer of hope has been lost.”
Hearing this, Li Daoxuan said worriedly: "Master, what should we do?"
God said in a solemn voice: "Moluo must be killed, and tonight is the only chance to kill him. After tonight, when he completely masters Maitreya's body, the world will face a catastrophe."
"Master, where is the seal? Is there any way to seal Moro?"
The old master shook his head and said: "Maybe, but I haven't thought of it yet, and I want to end it with him tonight."
In a few more years, he will die of old age. How can he avenge his wife?
"Master, take these two immortal weapons, they may be useful!"
Li Daoxuan handed over the Plague Bell and Fantian Seal to his master.
The Heavenly Master did not refuse and accepted it. Then he took a deep look at Li Daoxuan and said, "Taichong, you go first. If I lose with the Empress in Tsing Yi, you go and disband Longhu Mountain and hide. You won't become an immortal." , never think about revenge."
He wants to leave a seed for the world. If the world becomes a demonic realm, then Li Daoxuan will undoubtedly be the last hope. With his qualifications, he may be able to defeat Moro one day.
Boom!
Thunder roared, and the old Heavenly Master stepped into the void and flew up into the sky. Golden thunder was swirling around his body. Even his hair seemed to be dyed golden, like a thunder god descending to earth, with astonishing power.
He resolutely joined the battle and fought against Mora and the Third Buddha together with the Empress in Tsing Yi.
The sea of clouds stirred, and the night sky in Luoyang suddenly lit up. Sometimes it was filled with fairy light, sometimes it was filled with thunder, sometimes it was the shadow of the Buddha with green lanterns, and sometimes it was the demonic roar that shook the sky!
Li Daoxuan did not listen to the old master's words and leave. Instead, he opened his eyes and stared at the battle closely.
This was a battle that he couldn't even intervene in. The only thing he could do was to temporarily lend the Plague Bell and Fantian Seal to Lao Tianshi.
The joy and pride of being promoted to the Yangshen Realm disappeared, and he deeply felt a sense of powerlessness.
Clenching his fists, Li Daoxuan knew that he couldn't leave like this, because every time he had this idea, a huge panic would emerge.
Looking at the Empress in Tsing Yi and the Old Heavenly Master who were still fighting fiercely with the four Moro people, Li Daoxuan had a vague hunch that if he escaped now, he might survive, but he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.
He clenched his fists and thought hard.
Since embarking on the path of spiritual practice, he has encountered many powerful enemies and encountered many dangerous situations, but he can always find a breakthrough point and make a comeback in desperate situations.
Calm down, be sure to calm down!
Li Daoxuan thought for a long time and finally sighed helplessly.
There is no better way. It seems that we can only use that 'backhand'. But why hasn't Xiaotian come back yet? Calculating the itinerary, it should be arriving soon.
Sure enough, not long after waiting, a black shadow flashed past and ran in front of Li Daoxuan.
Xiaotian was almost frothing at the mouth, panting from exhaustion, white smoke was coming out of his paws, he was exhausted, his pupils were bloodshot, he had traveled so many miles.
"Woof woof, sir... everything is ready over there..."
Li Daoxuan nodded, but there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
This is the back-up he prepared for Moro, and it is also the strongest combat power he can currently use - the formation of the Four Saints in Chang'an City!
A few days ago, in addition to writing letters to persuade people, he also sent Xiao Tian to Chang'an.
The main purpose was to ask Xiao Tian to explain the affairs of Luoyang to His Majesty, and then temporarily move the people out of Chang'an, leaving only an empty city.
In this way, Li Daoxuan can use the magical power of moving stars to change battles to transfer Moro to Chang'an, and then fight with him with the help of the Four Saints Formation!
This is his last resort and the last resort.
Because the Four Saints Formation is powerful, but it consumes the fortune of the Tang Dynasty. It is natural to capture the Yangshen realm like killing the evil five elders, but facing a terrifying enemy like Moro, Li Daoxuan is not sure how much national fortune will be consumed to defeat him. Behead.
If Moro is killed in the end and the fortune of the Tang Dynasty declines or even collapses, the price will be too high.
And now that he has witnessed Moro's continuous rebirth, Li Daoxuan is even more uncertain about this.
Even with the addition of the Four Saints Formation, he should only be at the level of an empress, and there is still no way to completely kill Moro.
But it seems...he has no better way.
Li Daoxuan gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart, ready to use this last resort to gamble that the Four Saints Formation could kill Moro!
Thinking like this, he opened his mouth and prepared to send a message to the Heavenly Master and the Empress, but a toad suddenly jumped out.
"Quack!"
The toad jumped in front of Li Daoxuan and uttered human words, which turned out to be the voice of an old beggar.
"Boy, you can't do that!"
The old beggar's voice was very anxious.
"The Four Saints array cannot kill him. Sending him to Chang'an is a dead move!"
…
In Luoyang city.
A slender figure was struggling to carry a young monk on her back. With every step she took, wisps of green smoke would appear on her body, as if she was undergoing the torture of burning fire.
Even so, she gritted her teeth, looked firmly at the young monk, and walked forward step by step.
"Xuan Zang... hold on..."
"I'll take you to... see the doctor..."
Every step Xiaotang took at this moment was like thousands of needles piercing the bones, and it was still red-hot.
The word "Buddha" in Xuanzang's palm became increasingly hot. His heart was no longer bleeding, but he was still dying and could die at any time.
When he fell from the air to the ground, Xiaotang used his body to drag him down, slowing down the speed of his fall so that he would not be shattered to pieces.
At this moment, Xuanzang's body was as hot as fire, and he also had some kind of magical power. To the ghost, he was like a blazing furnace. Not to mention touching, even approaching him felt like a glow on his back.
Xiaotang carried him for a long time.
Gradually, boiled blood bubbles appeared on Xiaotang's originally fair skin, which were densely packed and bursting continuously. That delicate and lovely face became unrecognizable, like a ghost.
She gradually couldn't walk anymore, and her body got lower and lower, and finally she even struggled to crawl on the ground, her burnt fingernails filled with dirt.
She didn't know how long she had been crawling, but her hand suddenly touched a strand of robe.
Xiaotang tried hard to raise her head. Her pupils were almost burned out, and she could just barely make out a blurry figure, who seemed to be sitting cross-legged.
"Save...save Xuanzang..."
"Take him...to see the doctor..."
Xiaotang seemed to be begging, but her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she had swallowed coke, and her throat was almost cooked.
The man sitting cross-legged showed compassion in his eyes and said, "Amitabha, I understand."
After hearing this, Xiaotang finally felt relieved, and the obsession that had allowed her to persist until now gradually dissipated. Her already charred body slowly split open, and then turned into ashes from head to toe.
"Xiaotang...Xiaotang..."
Xuanzang, who was in a coma, muttered Xiaotang's name.
She didn't speak, she just made a gesture of blowing bubbles.
Although her parents gave birth to her, they always wanted a male to carry on the incense and they often sighed. Later, when she died of illness, her parents just casually buried her in a mass grave, and she became a lonely ghost, living with rotten leaves and rats. corpses for food.
In her short life, the happiest time was at Daxingshan Temple in Chang'an.
At that time, she hid in the water tank and blew bubbles every day, listening to Xuanzang's ramblings, thinking that this little monk was really verbose, and she really wanted to slap him unconscious.
But after getting along for a long time, she fell in love with the little monk more and more.
He would bandage his wounds carefully, give himself fresh spring water every day, wrap the most delicious part of his fasting meal in white cloth and bring it to himself, and stand in front of her when everyone called her a monster.
No one has ever cared about her so much...
The ashes floated up, flew in the wind, circled around Xuanzang, and finally disappeared.
"Amitabha!"
Huichan helped Xuanzang up with one arm, and suddenly found two lines of tears flowing from the corners of the little monk's eyes.
He sighed softly. As a Buddhist disciple, this young monk should not have fallen in love with the female ghost, but in the face of such pure and beautiful emotions, who can say that they were wrong?
Suddenly, Hui Chan saw the word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm. He was so shaken that his palms trembled as if he had been given a slap in the face.
"This is...the real Buddha!"
(End of chapter)
