Chapter 1024: 3 word mantra

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Ziyan has known the monk for many years, but has never regarded him as a true monk, except now.
At this moment, the monk is regarded as a true monk. He is kind and kind, and the treasure is solemn. The golden Buddha power is radiated from the inside out, and there is a huge golden aperture behind his head.
Sadness, sorrow, and the feeling of the monk at this moment is a Buddha, a Buddha, a great Buddha.
"Amitabha." The monks clasped their hands together and screamed at the Buddha. In this Buddha's name, they were filled with peace and tranquility. The golden light of one after another was centered on him and spread toward him in all directions.
The monk crossed his knees and slowly lifted off. He once again drank in the mouth: "Hey."
This is the power of mantra, forming a strange power, oscillating in all directions, but not the same as usual, today's power of truth is not dangerous, but full of peace and quiet.
The truth is as if you are passing by, and there is an illusion in the purple scorpion, as if you came to heaven and came to a fairyland where there is no competition.
The power of the truth speaks to the surrounding, and the heavens and the earth are gloomy and full of chills, but under the power of mantra, this breath is dissipating.
The power of the monk's mantra is purifying the yin here.
In a twinkling of an eye, the power of the truth spreads to a kilometer away. The purple scorpion sees the yin dissipated, and many ghosts appear. The original sorrowful faces are full of grievances and full of negative emotions, but after the truth has passed, these ghosts seem to recall Pre-life.
They looked up and stared at the golden light, and they gradually had a look in their eyes. Then they folded their hands together and slammed the Buddha into the sky.
"Amitabha."
Among the Buddha's numbers, there is compassion, more compassion, golden light, and mapping on many monks. They seem to have begun to shine and become a Buddha.
The power of the truth spreads, the Buddha number keeps ringing, and one ghost after another is sober.
"Well." In the air, the good and evil monks and the seals in the mouth turn, the second syllable appears.
The power of the golden mantra reappeared, and then pursued the power of the first mantra. The truth was passed, and the golden monk figure slowly faded. It can be seen that there is no hatred on their faces, and some are only peaceful. Like the sorghum sitting.
The power of the mantra oscillated a few miles away. In a blink of an eye, the places in the number were completely purified by the good and evil monks. One after another, the dilapidated temple appeared. The temple, which was originally filled with chilly atmosphere, once again radiated Buddha power.
The good and evil monks descended from the sky, the expression of compassion disappeared, and the whole person returned to normal again.
Zi Yan looked at each other, and the monk asked: "Why, I have flowers on my face."
Zi Yan shook his head and said: "The flowers are not, but the people have changed."
"changed."
Ziyan nodded.
The monk smiled and said: "Haha, do you think that I am very polite to talk to you, not claiming to be Buddha."
The purple slaps down, the monk flashes directly, the two laugh, and then the monk starts his own business, looking for useful things in these temples.
Although the monk is not tired of shuttle between the various temples, it seems that there has been no change with the original, but Zi Yan knows that the monk is not the same. This feeling can not be said, there is a feeling like a real monk.
After a while, the monk walked out, carrying a pile of things in his arms, and when he came near, he threw everything on the ground.
These are the konjac, the sable has seen, because the monk has one, immediately smiled: "Let's make so much, you made it."
The monk blinked: "A fart is a piece of rubbish. There is no Ding Buddhism, and it is a replica. It is just a high imitation."
"Ming knows no use, what are you doing back?" Zi Yan asked.
The monk smiled: "I can't use it, but you can use it. Although these things have become rubbish, the quality is still very good. You can bring back the Promise, and then use the refiner. Others dare not say, There is no problem in practicing adult soldiers."
"It is rare that you have this heart, but if you go out, it is the head of the Buddha. It seems that you should give it to the Buddha."
"I am not familiar with them, maybe they have to fight what they want."
The sable finally accepts these high imitation konjac, and then the two continue to move forward.
Where is the good thing left by Buddhism, no one knows that the two can only walk in one hall of a large hall.
This kind of stop and go, the monk has to use the truth to purify, has been wasting a lot of time.
The outside world has also increased a lot of powerful forces.
The five elements, the swords, the alliance, the hegemony, the ancients, and other forces, almost all came.
The appearance of the Thunder Temple is an opportunity that no one wants to miss.
The big forces have already formed an alliance, so they also let the small forces come. After all, it is a fierce battle. In the early cannon fodder battle, anyone can go.
"You are here, Xiao Xiao knows that you can come here."
Once again, I met the young monk again, but the other party was already twenty years old.
"How could this be?" The purple scorpion looks at each other with the good and evil monks, and they all see a deep puzzle from the other side's eyes.
The good and evil monks have purified a lot of ghosts, but the young monk can't purify in front of him, and every time two people can meet each other, even if the monk is purifying.
This time the young monk did not go forward, but looked at the two people from afar, with a smile on his face, but this smile, extremely inexplicable, and even somewhat strange, which made the two people somewhat uncomfortable.
"Hurry up and purify." Zi Yan urged, somehow, he felt the attention of the young monk, always seems to be on his body.
The good and evil monks have become real monks. They are volleyed and the power of mantra appears. It must be said that the power of the true words does not carry the inexplicable power. It is neither an innate technique nor an acquired technique, but it contains incredible power.
Because the young monk is extremely jealous, Zi Yan has been staring at each other with yin and yang eyes. When the power of the truth reaches, Zi Yan sees the young monk’s mouth with a smile. This smile is directed at the purple sable. A little bit stunned, then he turned back and went away.
When all the monks were influenced by the golden light of the power of the truth, the young monk turned and left, and the power of mantra did not work for him at all.
This discovery made Zizi guess, in this depth, there will be an extremely powerful Yin Gui Wang, waiting for the two to cast their own nets.
This speculation made the purple forehead have a cold sweat.
The power of the power of this time is as high as ten miles, and the monk has made great progress in a while.
"Go." The monk first rushed to the half-residue buildings and began a treasure hunt. For this reason, the monk was not tired.
Zi Yan stood still in the same place, constantly guessing the identity of the young monk, the monk searched for a range of ten miles, and finally entered a semi-remaining treasure pavilion.
After a quarter of an hour, the monk did not come out, which made the purple face change and did not hesitate to rush in.
You know, these monks have been searching for a place for more than a quarter of an hour.
The monk is not in the treasure chest, but Zi Yan sees a downward stairway, the stairs have been destroyed, and the purple squat jumps.
After about a few tens of meters, he saw the monk. At this moment, the monk was standing there motionless. Like being petrified, his eyes stared at the front, where there were half a stone wall.
The monk breathed well, but he looked at the gods. When he saw that he was fine, Zi Yan was relieved and curious. His eyes were also looking toward the stone wall.
"Well."
When the line of sight just fell on the stone wall, Zi Yan heard a voice rang from the sea of ​​knowledge. This is the power of the power of words, the third sound of the six-character mantra.
This sound began, Zi Zi knew the sea was shocked, and the whole person also fell into the petrochemical. At this moment, Zi Yan not only heard the third word mantra, as if the first word mantra began to fluctuate in the sea.
Many years ago, Zi Yan was not very familiar with the monk. At that time, the purple scorpion robbed the monk from the monk.
The first type is the Arhat avatar, and now it has become the two avatars of the sable, the second is the word in the six-character mantra, but unfortunately, the sable has not been introduced for many years, and every time it is pronounced, there is only no sound. , provoked the monk to laugh.
The sable has also asked the monk many times, but once it comes to the truth, the latter is either stupid, or it is not spoken.
Over time, Zi Yan gave up the mantra, but did not expect that today, when he heard the third-style mantra, the power of the third-style mantra actually led to the first-style mantra.
There has never been a first-hand mantra of getting started, and there has been volatility at this moment.
"Well, oh, oh, okay, okay."
In addition to the first word and the third word, Zi Zi’s knowledge of the sea actually sounded the second word of truth, and then, the three words were coherent and began to sound in my mind.
This shock caused by a strange power is especially wonderful. The purple body and mind sink into it, and gradually realized this wave of trajectory.
"Hey." In the sea, Zi Yan tried to pronounce, and a strange power appeared. This Wei Li is not strong. It is a hundred thousand miles away from the monk, but it always has the power of mantra. This is a good start.
"唵~EbookFREE.me~ Ziyan is extremely excited, pronounced again, this time the syllable is more clear, and the effect of the singular power is much stronger than before.

Hey.

Hey.

The purple scorpion is pronounced over and over again, and the power of the power of the truth is gradually emerging. Today, it is possible to get started. The harvest of the sable is very big, and it is also an unexpected joy.
So excited purple, some forget, after the first word of truth, actually issued the second word mantra.
"Well."
Zi Zi’s first word is still unfamiliar, and he began to issue the second word mantra. It is reasonable to say that it is impossible to succeed, but now, the second word is exported, and it has produced strange power.
And this strange power is obviously different from the first word, and Wei Li is stronger.
"I have mastered the two styles of truth, and it is difficult to master the third style today."
Zi Yan was extremely excited, followed by the third word.