Vol 2 Chapter 137: : You are a trail

The Bodhisattva surrounds the chaotic battlefield, and the Buddha is full of light.
Sun Wukong screamed, and the golden hoop in his hand burst into blood, sprayed a thin flame, and fought with the Bodhisattvas.

Not singled out? How to bully!

I have said something angry.
Buddha smiled and glanced at her: "Who told you to single-handedly?"
On this battlefield, there is no single heads-up.
The Buddha looked at the chaos, and the battle between Sun Wukong and the Bodhisattva made thousands of fires. Even after thousands of miles, they could still feel the heat wave.
"Daji."
Buddha said: "I heard that you have the law of the way to protect the law for me."
"Guarding the law?"
When I thought about it, I already understood it.
She waved her day, walked into the void, swung her body, and danced.
This dance seems to have magical powers, time is lingering, the surrounding petals are colorful, the war is gradually stopped, and the Buddhas have looked at them.
The Buddha saw that many of the Buddhas were confused, smiled slightly, and the lotus feet appeared at the feet.
The Buddha sat on the rosette, dressed in Dafa, preached the righteous fruit, and told the three classics, and the five connotations were rigorous, and the Buddha was begun to be refined.
For a time, the Buddha shines in chaos, and the Huiyin sings in the world.
But while preaching the positive fruit, the Buddha fell on the Buddha's body, and God left the battlefield without knowing it.
It was the true spirit of the Buddha and sneaked into the Fanjing Mountain.
This mountain is extraordinary, the mountains are fragrant, the incense is surging, the pavilions are paved, and the stacks are overlapping.
"A good side cleans the earth."
The Buddha admired and went to the depths of Fanjing Mountain.
There is a relic in this mountain, and the strong breath goes straight to chaos, so the Buddha has to look at it.
The average person can't feel the relic, and Sun Wukong will not know it when he sees it, but the Buddha can feel it.
"What exactly is relic?"
The Buddha was upset, he passed through heavy fog and his heart began to beat.
"over there."
The Buddha turned to the right, and the body seemed to be psychic, taking a step and disappearing into the air.
The next moment, he appeared under a bodhi tree.
The linden tree is rooted in the void, with colorful brilliance, and the seven leaves are different in color, illuminating the figure under the tree.
When the Buddha saw the man, his heart shook.
This is a kind of person. He hovered his knees in the air half a foot away from the ground. He is like a man and a woman. He is like an old man and a child. He is like a living person and a dead person. He is vague and can't see clearly.
This person seems to have no weight, the body rises and falls with the wind, there is no scent of light, but it radiates the supreme pressure, and people can't help but bow down.
"Not a relic?"
The Buddha opened his eyes.
The next moment, he flashed a picture in his mind.
It was a person walking around here, sitting down on the rosette and turning into a person.
These scenes are like a comet, which illuminates the mind of the Buddha.
"The body of reincarnation."
It is the reincarnation of centuries of reincarnation.
"Is it him?"
The Buddha has a bad feeling.
Such a strong breath is the reincarnation of the White Lord.
He brought his body of every reincarnation here.
What is he going to do?
"No, can't leave him down!"
Although the Buddha still does not understand what the White Man is doing, he knows that if this body is born, it will definitely threaten Sun Wukong.
The Buddha did not hesitate, and immediately took a shot, and the brilliance was shining, and the people were photographed under the tree.
A layer of golden light suddenly appeared in front of the figure, blocking the giant palm of the Buddha, and the bombardment sounded like a golden crack.
The Buddha was defeated by a huge counterattack, and once again, his heart was cold.
The eyes under the tree slammed open.
"Great."
He said: "This is a teaching, why bother to fight."
It is the voice of the white sage.
Not only the sound, but even his appearance has changed.
Like a mirror, the Buddha saw his face, and the law floated solemnly in the void.
"Sure enough, you."
Buddha asked: "Is this your body?"
"I don't have flesh."
The White Lord answered.
"Where is his flesh, his body is the sage."
The beads suddenly lit up: "He is better than you, but it is a kindness of the Sayādaw."
"What do you mean?"
Buddha grasped the unusual meaning of the words: "He is better than me? What is my relationship with him?"
"You don't have to worry about this."
They ridiculed: "This kindness is to get rid of the sage and make a fake body."
"I have already left him."
The white sages once again sealed the voices of the beads.
He was the kindness of the sages, and after suffering, it was not a great cause, and he had this body, how can he allow the smirk of the beads.
"This body has not yet formed, but since you see it, you should understand."
The White Lord looked at the Buddha and said: "This body is stronger than Sun Wukong."
The Buddha frowned slightly.
"Just stop here, I don't want to be an enemy of you, don't you help me."
Sayādaw in white said: "As long as you stand on one side, Sun Wukong will be defeated by me."
Buddha shook his head: "I can't do it."
"You are too stubborn."
The White Lord is going to continue to say that a burst of Buddha sounds suddenly sounds and resounds through chaos.
He looked up and saw that many of the Buddhas on the battlefield had put down their tin canes and bowed to the Buddha in chaos.
"You grab my Buddha."
The white man regained his gaze and his expression sank: "If this is the case, this is the battle of Taoism. I can't accommodate you."
Buddha thinks this scene seems a bit familiar.
"But you are a trail, I am the avenue, you can't win me."
The White Lord then said: "I will give you another chance, you will help me."
Buddha shook his head and refused.
"In this case, Dad, pick me up."
The white sages no longer have a heartfelt memory, and the palms are extended, and a ray of light appears, pressing the Buddha to the past.
This move is not strong, but it hides a big horror.
The Buddha was shocked and resisted, but the light still drowned him.
After the sound of "bang", there was nothing but a stone in the Bodhi tree.
The white sages picked up the stone: "Why are you suffering?"
Although it is very strange how the Buddha can be so easily suppressed, but this attack, he can no longer feel the breath of the Buddha.
"Is he dead?"
Asked a bead to break free from the seal.
"Can you be quiet?"
The White Lord once again sealed it.
The strength of these beads is not weak, and if you don't pay attention, you will break free of seals.
The white sages stringed the stones and hung them around their necks. They were afraid that the beads would ask again and added: "He is inside."
The Buddha beads no longer asked, and they all shone and ran into the stone.
Regardless of them, the white sages turn their eyes to chaos.
Chaos, the Buddha's law that promoted the fruit of the fruit disappeared with the disappearance of his true spirit.
The surrounding Buddha did not know what was going on, and it was a panic.
If you have to lose
If you have to lose