Fengli couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are wrong! Since it is a 'corpse shed', there is no difference between a thousand years and an instant!"
Qi Ran saw that he was stubborn and didn't bother to talk. He picked up the bodhi branch and slapped him hard. As if Feng Li was grabbed by the back of his neck by a big hand, he lifted it up in the air, and wisps of blood blew out from his mouth and nose, peeling off his soul. , outlines a face of astonishment, which is the remaining consciousness of Shan Tao, like fish on the ground, ready to be slaughtered.
The wind raccoon turned into a roll of animal skin, and its blood was peeled off from the trunk and condensed into a blood medicine. It rose slowly and was swept into the world by the bodhi leaf. In just a short moment, it suffered thousands of years of torture, but the deity did not care. , allowing him to sink into the sea of misery, wanting to cry silently, unable to escape.
In a moment, the bodhi leaves withered and withered, the blood medicine rolled out and fell into the mouth of the wind fox. He was resurrected from the dead and appeared in human form again, with gray hair, tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, his body was trembling slightly, and his spirit was listless. The Dharma is boundless, and in the Nirvana Buddha Kingdom, as long as the other party is willing, the torture can continue for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, until the end of time.
At this moment, he finally wavered.
Qi Ran picked up the Bodhi branch, patted the dust on his body, and let it fall together. The Buddha's light rippled like water and fell into the eyes of the fox. He was frightened and all his thoughts were gone. He said solemnly: "As my Taoist friend wishes, please leave it for me on the lotus platform." As soon as we landed..." After this calamity, Fengli finally confirmed that the original body was dead. How could a mere "corpse shed" clone continue to hold on? He finally bowed his head and surrendered.
Qi Ran said happily: "This is very good. One day you will achieve enlightenment, and you will have a place in the Buddha's kingdom." He inserted the bodhi branch back on the tree, summoned a lotus platform from the lonely garden of the tree, and ordered the wind to The raccoon stood on top of it and was brought to the foot of the ancient Bodhi tree. There was no room for explanation. A ray of Buddha's light came down to cover it. Sanskrit sounds continued slowly. Flowers fell from the sky. Golden lotuses surged from the ground. All the blood and energy in his body were melted away. Fengli sighed, and had no choice but to relax and let the Buddha's light wash away his body and mind. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw a majestic Buddha. In the halo behind his head, thirteen lotus pedestals were slowly rotating, and each of the six had a protector. , sitting or standing, blurred, the remaining seven seats are vacant and reserved for those who are destined to be.
He blinked, one of
The Protector turned around, the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed, his face was the same as his own, his eyes met, and he smiled knowingly. Feng Li felt relieved, his gaze dropped, and fell on the face of the Buddha. His chest suddenly shook, revealing an incredible expression. The last bit of unwillingness quietly receded, and he finally understood who the true master of the law of nirvana was.
Thirteen lotus pedestals have been dedicated to the six protectors Fan Gu, Zang Bing, Han Zhongli, Shen Chenyi, Beiming, and Fengli. They have different origins and different levels of supernatural powers. Among them, Beiming is one of the three emperors of the abyss, surpassing Above all others, Feng Li was the first person Qi Ran surrendered with his own hands. It was of great significance to him to ask for directions by throwing stones. After confirming that Fengli had successfully ascended the lotus platform and joined the ranks of the protectors, Qi Ran relaxed and withdrew from the Nirvana Buddha Kingdom, erasing the last trace of law fluctuations, and the world returned to peace.
Qi Ran had a strong premonition in his heart that thirteen lotus terraces, dedicated to thirteen protectors, would rotate endlessly and promote the Nirvana Buddha Kingdom to be complete. When the work was completed, he would truly be in charge of the Buddha Kingdom. From now on, there would be no permission from him. , even if he is far away in the Three Realms, the Emperor of Heaven in the future will not be able to intervene, and he will also seize the throat of fate and become his true self.
There is only a ruined mountain and water left in the Seventy-Two Lotus Peak. There is no other place to love. The matter in the southern border is over. It is better to be still than to move. Qi Ran decided to practice at Jiuquan Peak for another hundred days to recharge his energy and keep quiet. Waiting for the trip to the source of Sanjiang. He sat cross-legged at the foot of Jiuquan Peak, by the Shen Yuan Lake, holding the Dharma seal with both hands, and performed the Dharma Seal, the Fearless Seal, the Meditation Seal, the Demon Subduing Seal, and the Wish Seal, changing in turn, and his aura soared into the sky, heading to the supreme and ethereal place.
The Nirvana Buddha Kingdom fell beyond the long river of time. In the Mahavira Hall of the Solitary Tree Garden, a giant Buddha sat motionless, with a pure blue sky-burning fire between his brows, and a five-color halo behind his head covering thirteen lotus pedestals. His hands slightly moved. As soon as he moved, he pinched the meditation seal like a marionette. The movement was unfamiliar and hesitant. After a long time, it turned into the demon subduing seal.
The energy of the Nanming Mountain surged, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, pouring into the Seventy-two Lotus Peaks. For a time, the wind and clouds surged, the ground trembled, and the rain fell from the sky, like long-lost rain, nourishing every mountain, every water, every plant, every tree, and the green mountains all around. The continuous, dry Shenyuan Lake is overflowing again, and the water is as green as the sky, and it is full of vitality again.
After the rain, the sky is clear and the wind
After the clouds dispersed, Lou Kuhe stepped into the Seventy-Two Lotus Peak with a white-haired corpse on his back. He took a deep breath of cool air, his pores opened, and his spirit was lifted. The white-haired corpse coughed and said feebly: "The Jiuquan Peak of Shenyuan Lake is right in front... at the junction of the thirty-six peaks inside and outside... there is a mountain in the lake, like a big tomb in the jade, it is easy to recognize..."
Lou Kuhe said: "I know that I won't abandon you even when I'm here."
The white-haired corpse grinned and rubbed the wound, grimacing in pain. He fought to the death with the black mandrill, fighting for a day and a night. He was seriously injured, and not a single inch was intact. In particular, there was a claw mark between the chest and abdomen, which was as deep as the internal organs. With just half an inch above it, a heart could be gouged out. . However, killing one thousand enemies would result in eight hundred losses, and Black Mandrill didn't get much of a bargain. It was covered in bruises and bruises, and what was even more terrible was that corpse energy penetrated into the wounds, causing flesh and blood to become stiff. If it was not removed in time, there would be endless troubles.
Seeing that it was a lose-lose outcome, the black mandrill suddenly abandoned his opponent and went straight to the mountain pass, spreading his anger on others. Poor, loyal confidants, following the white-haired corpse for thousands of miles, never leaving, three times. Two out of five were slaughtered by the black mandrill, and no one survived. The white-haired corpse took a breath and witnessed such a tragic situation. For a moment, anger arose in his heart, and he grew evil in his heart. He rushed forward regardless of his own safety. At the critical moment, the bloody light burst out again, taking advantage of the opportunity to enter, and rolled up the black mandrill. go.
The white-haired corpse was so frightened that he turned around and ran with all his strength. He panicked and plunged into the unfamiliar mountain forest. However, due to his heavy injuries and excessive blood loss, he ran slower and slower. Fortunately, the Louku River came out from the side. Silently, he carried him on his back, determined the direction, and rushed through the mountains and ridges to the Seventy-Two Lotus Peaks. The blood swallowed up the black mandrill, and it was not satisfied. It still pursued him all the way. Lou Kuhe broke into more than a dozen monster lairs, attracted wolves into the house, and disturbed Nanming's pheasants and dogs. With great difficulty, he finally saw the Seventy-two Lotus Peaks. If you are afraid, stop there and retreat to cause harm to others.
The white-haired corpse looked at Lou Kunhe with admiration. Among the most beloved generals under the command of the Lord of the Western Tomb of the Valley of Beasts, the most capable ones were "one ox, two tigers and three bullies". As one of the generals, Lou Kurhe really had two brushes. , if not for his timely help, he and the Black Mandrill would have been lying together, becoming a pair of enemies with the same destiny.
