Vol 12 Chapter 107: My Buddha

I don't know when, the chanting stopped, and the monks looked gloomy.
The blue smoke of the tower scented in the Daxiong Hall, the Buddha overlooked silently, and looked like a smile.
Li Qingshan suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and the violent magic thoughts could no longer be suppressed. The back was like a fire, and the face was violent, leaning forward, as if to rush to the Yangon abbot.
The forehead almost touched the bald head of Yangon's abbot, and suddenly spurred "The Turtle Town Haishu" to contain all the movements, one word and one word: "Of course not!"
The Yangon abbot simply asked: "Who are you not?" The violent murderousness that rushed to the face, he resisted before he did not dodge, even though the devil's deterrence was no different. And this is still in the Pure Land Temple, at the foot of the Big Buddha, his magic is so deep.
However, Li Qingshan did not lie. The Yangon abbot also had to admit this. He sat up straight and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, it is the old man who blames you. But how do you say that the Taoist is so far away from the magic?"
From ancient times to today, there are countless practitioners who have broken into the magic, especially at the boundary of this magical domain, even if they are determined by the will, they will continue to be affected.
"I advised the Taoist friends to leave Black Cloud City and go back to Vientiane!"
Li Qingshan frowned, not to mention that Li Liehuo and Yan Tianjiao would not let him go so easily, and he didn't want to go back now. He came only a few days, and the benefits he received were countless. The bodies of hundreds of thousands of demons and armored weapons, massive feats and contributions, and revenge on Li Liehuo. If you stay in the Vientiane, there is such a good thing.
Then he smiled, although in the eyes of Yangon's abbot, this smile became more and more fierce.
"Master, this is not my fault."
"Whose is wrong?" Yangon abbot asked.
"Master please see."
Li Qingshan turned around to fade the clothes, revealing a vivid and powerful statue of the gods, deeply imprinted on his strong back, as if born with nature.
"this is!"
The Yangon abbot was shocked and clearly felt the divinity. This is more than just a tattoo image, but the ability to communicate with the big mark.
"I am the first one to practice "The Book of Freedom". I have no experience of the predecessors as a reference. I have to explore it myself. In order to speed up the practice, I have resorted to the sacrificial method of the Holy Scriptures, but I have not made the big self-defeating elephant. Although the cultivation is greatly increased, it is not stable, even if it is peeled off, it is difficult to erase."
Li Qingshan’s remarks are not half-worded.
The Yangon abbot suddenly realized: "It turns out. It turns out!"
In this way, it is not surprising that Li Qingshan often revealed the inexplicable hostility. The lord of the three thousand worlds knows the world's dislike of the Pure Land School. The practitioners of the Pure Land School are most likely to be disturbed by the devil when they are robbed. What troubles, the five evil spirits are endless, even the emperor is in person, blocking The person is certified as a Luo Han fruit.
The most powerful thing in combating the plastering of the road is the Pure Land.
These two roads are fundamentally incompatible.
The big self-sacrifice is based on my Buddha. I respect the power and wisdom of the world. I don’t pursue luxury and enjoyment as the world imagines. Instead, I attach great importance to asceticism and persevere in the snowy mountains. It is the protector of all ascetic monks.
The Pure Land School advocates the Mahayana Buddhism, which is able to popularize all sentient beings, and recruits the believers to establish the Buddha Kingdom and return to the pure land. Even Zen, who pursues the nature of consciousness, is deeply affected by the sects of Mithong who are concerned with the mystery of secret law.
Other practices have been nicknamed the Hindu Dharma, and even the smear of the sky. Heresy is always more abhorrent than the infidels. Therefore, the big self is the of heaven, and it is also the demon.
"I just came to Heiyuncheng. It is impossible to return to Vientiane. Otherwise, I will not become a coward. But please rest assured that the master will see the master again. I will shun the house."
Li Qingshan didn't want to owe this monk's human feelings, so he didn't ask for it, but he had an intuition, as long as he exposed this big self-defense. The Yangon abbot will definitely shoot. Because this kind of thing is always mutual. Since the big self is so nasty to the Pure Land, then the Pure Land School must also hate the big freedom.
As he expected, the Yangon abbot was indulged in his heart: "The Book of Freedom, Vientiane is really excessive. If this is the case, he will not become a demon. It is to enter the gray road, the latter even The former is even worse. But when he picks it up, he is not satisfied with this situation. I can try to guide it. Since the world can be overwhelmed, I can also drop a demon in this area!"
Then said: "I can try to erase this big self-image of the gods for the Taoist friends, how do you say friends!"
Make up his mind, even if Li Qingshan objected, he must not be shot.
Li Qingshan’s heart is happy, knowing that in the face of this monk, any bullying will be seen, so it is not pretending:
There is a master of labor.

Since both sides are willing to love me, then the matter is simple. The Yangon abbot ordered the man to remove the case, then ring the bell and summon the temple monks. Let Li Qingshan sit in the middle of the Daxiong Hall. He is sitting behind Li Qingshan, and hundreds of monks are sitting around.
"Ready?"
"Please master shot!"
The sound of the chanting sounded up and down, and with the sound of the golden carp and other instruments, the humming sound echoed in the Daxiong Hall: "Amitabha in the south, Amitabha in the south, and Amitabha in the south..."
The head of Li Qingshan’s head was blasted, and the burning heat behind him was like a screaming glare, as if to live.
"Oh, it really works!"
The Yangon abbot's hands are in ten, the eyelids are half-shouldered, dignified and solemn, and a golden glow is raised behind the brain. The treasure is solemn and faint, and the faint is similar to the Buddha.
"South, no, Ah, Mi, Tuo, Buddha! Hey, well, it, er, Mi, hehe!"
Slowly spit out twelve words, each of which contains incomparable power, like a gryphon. The Daxiong Hall was slightly trembled. When the last word was spit out, a palm was shot at the back of Li Qingshan.
boom!
Li Qingshan had a sweet throat and almost vomited blood. The five internal organs were cracked. The heart said: "This vulture is really awkward, want to kill me?"
In the eyes of the Yangon abbot, there is only a pair of big self-defense gods. If you can't destroy it, then you will carry this magic image, and Li Qingshan, who is taking the big freedom, will be destroyed. Although he is a disciple of the Vientiane sect, it is impossible to directly kill him, but he can seriously hurt him, so that his cultivation can no longer be inadvertent, at least to prevent the "Freedom of Heaven" from spreading in the Vientiane.
"The road does not exist, you must blame me!"
Li Qingshan bite his teeth and resist, and the body was so strong that the Yangon abbot was also taken aback. Even if he calmed down, he would push all the power and make it shine like a round of sun falling into the Daxiong Hall. The Buddha shines in the light. .
The palm of the hand was printed in an inch of Li Qingshan's back, pressed on the chest of the big self-definition.
"The world is like a house of fire, and all living beings suffer. The pure land of pure music, the generals of all living."
In the incomparable singer's voice, all the people saw that a translucent Buddha had walked down from the throne, and his feet crossed the Yangon abbot and stepped behind Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan felt a bang in his head, as if it had burst open, and he knew that the sea was over the river. Only one big Buddha stood up and looked at him with such a sly look.
"Freedom in Heaven" involuntarily, Li Qingshan almost instinctively resisted ~EbookFREE.me~ The big self-defense image really moved, dancing arms, and angry.
However, this power is so vast, this kind of idea is so firm, the world is on the ground, but I am alone, can not be shaken. He couldn't even move a finger, only worshipped and converted to my Buddha.
He couldn't help but have a remorse, this time he won't play off!
In the eyes of Yangon’s abbot, the big self-defense image is gradually blurred and twisted, and a smile is raised on the lips.
Suddenly, a thought filled with great destruction and great destruction descended from the sky and passed through Li Qingshan's Tianling cover.
Behind the big self-defense, the forehead opened his third eye and shot a black fire, right in the eye of the Yangon abbot.
"Ah!" Yangon abbot screamed and fell to his knees.
Li Qingshan immediately fell, and the big self-defense behind him disappeared. It seems that all the power was shot with that black fire, replaced by a golden Buddha statue.
For a time, all the radiance and miracles disappeared, and the Daxiong Hall was as dead as death. (~^~)