Buddha's birthday.
The randomly selected believers gathered at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to participate in the Dharma assembly.
There is a sea of people in front of the Main Hall, and as far as the eye can see, they are all gray-robed monks, arranged neatly and silently.
There are long bright yellow flags of various colors erected around them, with twisted and strange patterns painted on them, which are formed by the fusion of Buddhist scripture text and forbidden formation patterns.
The eminent Buddhist monks sat under the long banners, chanting scriptures in unison, and the buzzing sound penetrated the ears like a demonic sound.
The young people who participated in the Buddha's Birthday Ceremony had never experienced such hardships and considered it a test of Buddhist practice. Thinking about seeing the Buddha ascending to the Supreme Bliss, and that his parents and relatives could enjoy the glory and wealth, they all gritted their teeth and endured.
From early morning to noon, the sun was scorching and tortured until my eyes were blurry.
The humming chanting of "Amitabha" and "My Buddha is Compassionate" are still heard in my ears, and all kinds of hallucinations appear in front of my eyes. I see flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses emerging from the ground, as if I have ascended to the Paradise of Paradise.
Inside the palace.
Ben Kong caressed his long eyebrows gently, with a look of compassion on his face. His eyes swept over the tens of thousands of believers outside the hall, all of whom were already in a trance.
"Burn the incense and ask for the Buddha's treasure!"
Immediately, monks lit spiritual incense, and thin spiritual energy spread everywhere. Eight strong monks carried the altar to the outside of the hall, on which the Bodhi Wheel, the most precious Buddhist treasure, was enshrined.
The instrument sensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and like a thirsty person discovering a source of water, it immediately manifested into a Zhangliu Golden Buddha and tried its best to absorb it.
The thin spiritual energy cannot satisfy the Buddha's appetite, and in the process of breathing, it swallows up the essence and spirit of the believers.
As spiritual objects became increasingly scarce in the world, eminent Buddhist monks learned about the self-proclaimed supernatural powers left by Zen Master Miaoshan. After several modifications and deletions, they became the sacrifices of mortal essences and souls to replace part of the spiritual energy as offerings to the Buddha.
The flaw is that the Buddha is tainted with resentment, and the spirit of the instrument shows signs of being possessed by demons.
The extremely tired believers outside the hall saw the Golden Buddha coming to the world in a trance. They felt that their bodies were getting lighter and lighter, floating as if they had ascended to immortality.
"Amitabha!"
Ben Kong showed a look of intolerance. He had been reciting Buddhist scriptures for a hundred and thirty years and talking about compassion all day long, but he turned out to be the executioner who slaughtered Buddhist believers.
"They died for the prosperity of Buddhism. Remember to upgrade their family members to second-class people, and they can worship in temples and practice within three generations."
The other monks nodded slightly and praised Benkong Divine Monk for his great kindness and compassion. He only died and his heir received this honor. It was already the blessing of our Buddha.
at this time.
The ceremony has reached its climax. With the blessing of Buddha treasures, the sound of chanting can be heard from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to the foot of the mountain.
From a distance, you can see the dazzling golden light, and the giant Buddha carved from the mountain peak comes to life under the light of Buddha, holding flowers and smiling!
Those monks and common people who came to worship on their own, seeing such a wonderful scene, knelt on the ground and chanted sutras devoutly. They were envious of the monks who participated in the Dharma assembly, and wished they could replace them with their own bodies.
Zhou Yi transformed into a yellow-robed monk, and his magical power circulated in his eyes. What kind of Buddha light bloomed on the mountain, it was clearly the evil spirit condensed into dark clouds.
"The end of the world is such a grievance, at least hundreds of thousands of people have been sacrificed in blood!"
Countless souls of injustice wandered around in the dark clouds, trying to rush out and poison the living beings, but they were suppressed by the Buddha's circle and could only cry out in pain.
"The only spiritual object with such power in the world is the Buddhist treasure. If the sages who refined this treasure knew that the blood sacrifice of future generations was a monster, I wonder if they would jump out of the coffin board!"
Thinking of this, Buddha's light appeared under Zhou Yi's feet, and a golden lotus throne appeared.
The magic weapon obtained from the Blood Moon Demon Lord was equipped with two illusion formations, and when it fell into the eyes of mortals, it was like the light of Buddha shining.
There is a real demon on the mountain, and the Book of Changes is a fake Buddha!
The monks and people nearby who were chanting sutras and kneeling in worship saw the Golden Lotus Throne rising into the sky. They were first frightened and then turned into madness. They shouted that the true Buddha had come to the world. Regardless of the serious crime of blasphemy, they rushed towards the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple like crazy.
The golden lotus flew to the sky above the Main Hall. Zhou Yi looked down and saw the Buddhist treasure swallowing human essence.
"You are so brave, you are a monster. This poor monk can see at a glance that you are a devil, but you still don't show your true colors to me!"
The sound under the blessing of the secret method was like thunder and anger, and it spread for dozens of miles.
The believers who were immersed in the illusion suddenly woke up and found that their limbs were sore and weak, as if they had been celebrating for ten and a half days in a row, and fell to the ground with a thud.
at the same time.
Looking up, he saw a giant golden palm covering the sky and the sun, falling from the sky and smashing the six-foot-long golden Buddha into pieces.
hiss!
The Buddha's treasure screamed like a wild beast, making it difficult to maintain the illusion of Buddha's light.
Black and red entangled sinister energy erupted, mixed with countless wronged souls and ghosts, forming a hideous and terrifying face, trying to resist the golden giant palm.
"You have a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing and become a mighty dragon..."
Zhou Yi sensed the Buddha's explosive power and he was relieved. It was barely equivalent to a casual blow from the Golden Pill Master, and it couldn't even break through his own protective spells.
The giant golden palm pinched the magic formula and transformed into a hundred-foot golden dragon. It opened its mouth and swallowed the terrifying ghost face into its belly.
No shocking war broke out, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If the Buddhas and demons were evenly matched, they would all be wiped out in the aftermath.
The mountain wind blew by, and the evil spirit dissipated. If it weren't for the golden dragon hovering in the sky, what I just saw seemed like a dream!
"Meet me Buddha!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"..."
I don’t know who raised the head, but the believers knelt down to worship and pray for the blessing of the true Buddha.
Only the main hall was silent. The eminent monks who were usually the most devoted to the Buddha were dumbfounded and horrified.
How could there be a True Monarch of Golden Elixir in the world!
The power of the eminent monks in various temples is comparable to that of the emperor, and they enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world. They have long not believed in the existence of Buddhas in the world, let alone the existence of karma. They are just a means of enslaving the people.
Zhou Yi fell to escape the light and grew lotuses step by step. He entered the main hall and said coldly.
"You have turned into demons and sacrificed blood to Buddhist disciples through the Dharma Assembly. When the Buddha learned of this, he sent the poor monks to earth to cast you into the eighteenth level of hell!"
"You are the devil, you are the incarnation of Bo Xun, and you are messing with my Buddhist sect!"
The Qi and blood in Benkong's Dantian exploded, the bones and muscles of his whole body crackled like firecrackers, and his skinny body expanded like it was inflated into a giant man two feet tall.
"You should be punished for blasphemy against Buddha!"
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes and held Tianxian in his mouth. Ben Kong, who was so powerful, was ignited with flames and burned into black ashes without even letting out a scream.
A remnant soul fell into Zhou Yi's hands, and he immediately used the method of searching for the soul, and all the secrets of Wanfo Temple were known.
Pu Ji was so frightened that his forehead was dripping with sweat. How could he dare to question the real or fake Buddha? He knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Meet my Buddha."
The other eminent monks suddenly woke up, knelt down and swore to join Zhou Yi.
With such a strong man as his backer, Buddhism will inevitably become the master of the Nine Continents. It doesn't matter whether he is a Buddha or a demon.
In this world, the strong are always respected!
"You should be punished for blasphemy against Buddha!"
Zhou Yi learned from the remnant soul that all the monks in the temple supported blood sacrifice and even hosted a blood sacrifice ceremony.
"Senior, you need us to control you..."
Before Puji could finish speaking, spiritual fire arose from his heart, burning his internal organs first, then his bones, muscles, and skin, turning all his sins into ashes.
Zhou Yi had no idea about the power of Fozhou. He photographed the remaining souls. After searching the souls, he learned the secrets of the temples and the monks involved in the blood sacrifice.
"What a Buddhist monk, but no one is clean!"
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