Chapter 393: Buddhism heritage

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"Hey."
In the red eyes of the konjac, two substantial red awns were shot, like two sharp edges, with a voice, with a kind of inexplicable power.
This is the eye of the broken, can penetrate the world's nothingness, see all the illusions, and deal with the current state of the old monk, it is appropriate.
"Amitabha."
The old monk is kind and eyebrows, his hands are close together, his mouth is screaming at the Buddha's name, and his golden light is flashing. A Buddha's number can make people feel converted. It is definitely a high-pitched sorghum.
"Hey."
The emptiness flutters, and the road appears, just as the red mansions come, a golden mask, emitting golden light, and protecting the old monk.
This is the martial art of Buddhism, claiming to be the strongest defense in the world.
On the surface of the reticle, the golden runes are constantly rotating and beating around the reticle. The old monks sit on the knees, chanting in the mouth, and chanting the sound of the chanting, just like the sound of the avenue, resonating with the runes.
The same is the strongest defense, the old monk can be used much better than the good and evil monks, the old monk and the rune, almost integrated into one.
In addition to the more flexible and more vivid runes, the old monks who are chanting are also shining, like real sorghum, like a living strong, not a brand of warfare.
Looking at the old monk above the mask, the purple scorpion burst into a daze, his face changed constantly, because no matter how he looked, the old monk of the chanting was like the old monk in front of him. The two were like one person.
"This body of the gods, it will not be his creation." Zi Yan hairpin, a face of incredible, serious doubt in his heart, this is a world sorghum, has a Hehe Wei name.
"锵锵"
The essence of the red mans, squatting on the mask, bursting out of the sound, the golden light is constantly flashing, and the runes are flashing to resolve this inexplicable power.
In the end, the red mans dissipated, and the broken eyes did not break the strongest defense, and the old monk was safe and sound.
In the meantime, Zi Yan made several attacks. As I just did, I couldn't beat the old monk. The latter seemed to only avoid the broken eyes of the little guy. Besides, it changed in real and illusory.
Of course, the most irritating to Zi Zi, the old monk has never seen him.
"The old vulture, there is a skill to appear in the first battle, you hide and hide like this, what kind of skill." Purple anger, playing thousands of golden light, like a sharp blade, cut to the monk, but still useless.
"Amitabha."
At this time, Guanghua flashed, and the old monk's figure appeared again around, there are dozens of them, and each looks the same, surrounded by purple and good and evil monks.
"This is the Arhat avatar." Seeing these old monks, next to the good and evil monks is an exclamation.
"Amitabha, no Amitabha in the South" dozens of old monks, hands together, chanting again, a golden rune is beating, forming a Buddha word, blocking this world.
This is a kind of high-quality Buddhist scriptures. It has the ability to become a Buddha and can bring people back to bliss. From then on, there is no disaster.
"This is the ancient Buddhist scriptures." The good and evil monks burst into a daze, turning to ecstasy, as if they had discovered a treasure.
It is indeed a kind of treasure to hear an old monk who is an ancient monk. Of course, it is more appropriate to call it a chance.
He is a Buddha, he is not afraid of degree. At this moment, he is directly squatting, and these old monks are chanting together. One by one, the Buddha's words are beating, forming an inexplicable power, and even uniting to purify the purple.
"You are a dead monk, you are a traitor." Zi Yan was furious, his heart was greatly shocked, and a Buddha's voice was lingering, even if he blocked his ears, he still sounded in his heart.
The word Buddha voice, such as the head of the bar to drink, makes people understand the big, see the red dust, realize the life and death, heart and soul.
"boom."
The scent of the purple scorpion is even more embarrassing, and it has a boundless warfare technique, but unfortunately, even those avatars can't hit, like hitting illusion.
It is like that people are in the dark, you are in the same place, no matter how you fight, you can't hit each other, but people can hit themselves.

Hey.

Hey.

During this period, the voice continued to ring, and the little guy always played the eye of the broken, but every old guy can use the body of the gods.
This Luohan avatar is obviously also an extraordinary skill.
"Purple, this is the inheritance of Buddhism, you quit quickly, or you will be tempered." At this time, a voice sounded in the distance, is a middle-aged woman, kindly reminded.
They just stepped back, and they were not blocked by the Buddha's light, and they were no longer in a crisis. They are standing in the distance.
"Inheritance." A glimpse of the purple scorpion, then look at the good and evil monks, the whole body shines, the treasure is solemn, the mouth muttered to himself, the satisfaction of a face, obviously has a great harvest.
"Yes, this should be the inheritance of Buddhism. You should withdraw quickly so as not to be tempered." Middle-aged woman.
"No, I can't quit. Since it is a heritage, then I also get it." Zi Yan shook his head and his eyes were shining.
He played with the monk several times, and he has long been a monk of the Buddhist monk. The opportunity to get the magical power at this moment is in front of him. He can't miss it.
Such an opportunity, once missed, will inevitably be thundered.
"You are crazy, but it is the inheritance of Buddhism, you are not a monk, how can you get it unless you want to be tempered."
"I can't get it, I can get it." Zi Yan is very stubborn.
At the moment, he sits cross-legged and no longer fights against the old monk, but before that, he threw the little guy out.
He insisted on his own heart, not letting himself be tempered, and at the same time trying to sense everything in the Buddha's words.
This is the ancient Buddhist scriptures. It is profound and profound, and it is vast and innocent. Just as soon as the purple scorpion is inductive, it feels like entering a large ocean, and all kinds of profound saga appear.
Looking into the distance, the golden light is like a golden world, and the ancient characters of Buddhism fill the world and form the world.
Monks, arhats, and bald heads, all of them are squatting on their knees. If they speak the law, they will speak out of Buddhism. When they open their mouths, they are ancient characters.
It is harder to go to Buddhism than to go to Buddhism. It is harder than going to heaven. Just like the endless shackles of the body, the senses and perceptions have dropped by dozens of times. Only the ancient characters can be seen, but they cannot understand the meaning.
Although this feeling can be canceled between thoughts, but it is necessary to convert to Buddhism, Zi Yan obviously does not want, so only in the vague sense, perceive everything.
"Six-character mantra, Buddhism guardianism, where are you." In the golden world full of monks, the purple singer, he is not greedy, do not force to comprehend all the Buddha's merits, as long as two, but it is the most Strong.
In particular, the six-character mantra has long since been lost.
"Well."
Suddenly, a chanting voice passed into the ears of the purple scorpion, shaking the soul.
"This is a six-word mantra."
The purple cicada looked around and found a monk sitting on a futon. The golden radiance of the whole body, the scriptures of the mouth, is the word of the six-character mantra, and there are five futons next to it, but only five of them. Blurred figure.
Between the vagueness, Zi Yan can hear, another five-word mantra.
In the distance, the people of Guangyue Pavilion have already seen it. Zi Yan is really feeling the inheritance of Buddhism, and the whole body is golden and the treasure is solemn.
"He won't be tempered."
The woman with big eyes opened her mouth. At this moment, the state of the purple scorpion is very wrong. The treasure is solemn and golden, and it is like a sorghum, only a bald head.
"Look, there is a figure behind him." Another exclamation.
Looking at the sound, after seeing the purple scorpion, several people suddenly appeared a blurred Buddha shadow, the treasure is solemn, the hands are in ten, and the mouth is chanting.
"Not good, Zi Yan has to convert."
The Buddha Shadow gradually became clear and became a real big Buddha. Standing behind the purple scorpion, the purple scorpion body is also more solemn and solemn, and the hands are also in ten.
In the golden world, the purple pupils shrank, and the golden light flashed in the eyes, seeing the other five futons.
If there is no guessing, then the five light and shadows should be the other five characters of the six-word mantra, but they are illusory, ambiguous, and can only be blurred to hear the five-character Buddha.
Zi Zi is unwilling, he does not understand that he does not know how to convert, or the good and evil monks can not see clearly, so I want to see, listen carefully, unconsciously, is the whole body devoted to it.
In the outside world, the image of the Big Buddha is becoming more and more realistic.
"Hey."
Suddenly, a tremor sounded from the heart of the purple scorpion. The Lei Yuan was shaking, and there was a strange wave of turbulence, awakening the purple scorpion.
Zi Yan instantly wakes up, afraid after a while, full of cold sweat, thinking that the Buddha is really not simple, he almost caught the road.
After that, Zi Yan feels the sound of the meditation, and when there is a crisis, Lei Yuan will remind himself.
"boom."
Outside, just a few people in the Guangyue Pavilion were stunned. The purple scorpion was full of endless golden light. The next moment, the Buddha shadow was washed away and replaced by another golden body, which is the shadow of the purple sable.
At the same time, Zizi perceives the true syllabic sound, just a syllable, but the purple scorpion deeply perceives, but feels a vast expanse.
There is a saying in Buddhism, and the six-word mantra is realized. When it is today, there can be no things, no things, no objects, and no invincibility.
But only a singer, Zi Yan feels the vastness, exhausted a lifetime, may not be able to enlighten thoroughly, want to understand the six-word mantra, is simply a daydream.
Today's chance coincidence, can learn the word truth, it is really fortunate for the three students, this is the most powerful mantra in the Buddha's door.
However, Zi Yan did not continue to enlighten ~EbookFREE.me~ but continued to move forward, want to find the Buddha guard body magic, claiming to be the strongest defense.
On the tallest futon, Zi Yan saw the old monk, he is chanting, but in addition to the ancient scriptures, there is also the Buddha guard body.
The good and evil monks are sitting under the knees, like a disciple, listening calmly.
Ziyan rushed into the market, although the golden light, indeed like the devil, is incompatible with this place.
"The Buddha guards the gods."
The purple monk looked at the old monk of the chanting, looking forward to his face.
"Well."
But at this time, a six-character sound began to tremble, and the whole golden world was shaking. It seemed to be broken. The good and evil monk who was originally meditating suddenly looked up and saw the purple eyes, followed by the solemn expression of Bao. , it instantly became awkward.
"Purple you." Not too late to anger, the whole golden world collapsed.