Vol 3 Chapter 1237: Spooky Buddha

Among the halls, the incense is filled with devout believers, worshipping on the futon and bowing.
Hsiao-chen, hidden in the corner, looks inconspicuous, staring at the statue of Manjushri in front.
The statue of the man, the look is solemn, the mouth is full of laughter, the left and right hands are each printed, respectively, the saying is printed and painted, it is a famous handprint of Buddhism.
One printed saying that the tongue is fragrant with golden lotus, the mouth is hanging over the river, and the flowers are everywhere.
A neem flower, laughing and laughing, laughing at the red dust, watching the bustling.
There is nothing wrong with everything. Only the face of this statue of Bodhisattva, after Xiao Chen saw it, only sneer, this face is not the face of Manjushri.
It is the face of the blood and the Shangzhuang Zhenghe. Xiao Chen has a good memory. He is also deeply impressed by the distraction that he had chased after he was chased by the Tianxu wasteland.
Good strategy, using the broad base that the Little Leiyin Temple once laid, to directly absorb the power of faith for its own use.
Xiao Chen gently touched his body and flew down to the beam and looked down. Slowly open the eyes of the cave, I saw many believers worshipping, and after each head, there will be an invisible green energy floating on the body.
If the moth is in a fire, it will fly toward the golden statue.
The smile on the corner of the statue, in Xiao Chen’s eyes, became more and more evil, like a monster eating a human brain.
If you think about it, Xiao Chen reaches for a and sees the green energy. He is caught in his hands. It is all the power of faith.
Zhang mouth a suction, suddenly feel refreshed, all over the body, comfortable bones should be soft.
In the mind, there are also some voices, and there are those who ask for help, who are safe, and who are healthy. They are the prayers of some believers.
Closed eyes digest the power of these beliefs, and Xiao Chen’s heart secretly believes that the power of these beliefs cannot be directly translated into cultivation, and the secret law is required.
Xiao Chen, who was about to close the eyes of Dong Tian, ​​suddenly noticed something strange. Behind the golden statue, there was a round of black bitter sea.
Without a bit of faith, there is a drop of black bitter water that falls into it.
After Xiao Chen stayed for a while, he suddenly realized that there was a trace of anger on his face. They are the ones who will use the power of faith and the prayers to go out, leaving only the most pure faith.
Faith is mutual, I believe in you, worship you, burn incense and worship Buddha. You have to listen to my prayers, not to satisfy everyone's prayers, but also to choose one of them more urgent and satisfy one or two.
But now this group of people has thrown away the pledges of all people as garbage and impurities, leaving only the power of faith that is useful to them.
The act of robbery, unilateral plundering, brainwashing people, but the existence of a grandiose ambition.
Look at the devout believers, and come back and forth. Xiao Chen thinks that there is some sadness and irony.
The eyes of the cave are closed, all the visions are dissipated, and the sight in front of them becomes again, the incense is filled with the flamboyant hall, and the pie is solemn.
It can be ascertained that the principal person behind the black island is Zhuang Zhenghe. Otherwise, this mountain temple will not be the statue of himself.
Now I have to figure out another problem. The blood monk is sending people and staring at the Star Island.
Packing up the mood, Xiao Chen flew out silently and flew in the direction of Black Yancheng. There is the largest temple in the Black Island, the temple of Mingjue, the incense is more prosperous, and the number of worshippers is hundreds of times more than this place.
The walls of the city are in sight, and the gates of the city are guarded by strictness. They are all bald-headed warriors wearing robes. Above the city wall, Xiao Chen felt that at least two masters of Wu Sheng were guarding.
Xiao Chen, who was concealed by the Yuan Yuan, was successfully entered into the city. After inquiring about it, he knew the place of Mingjue Temple.
The grandeur of the temple, some people are staggering, walked thousands of steps, followed by people, Xiao Chen entered the Mingjue Temple. This time in the main hall, in the center is not the Manjushri Buddha statue, but the golden statue of Amitabha.
The Eight Great Bodhisattvas, the two sides of the 32 Kings, and the 108 Lohan statues, some exaggerated expressions, are erected in the temples for worship.
Of course, these are not real Buddha images, just a fake Buddha.
Xiao Chen does not need to open the eyes of the hole, it is imaginable that the power of faith in this place is rich.
The Amitabha Buddha statue at the Zhongtang Hall has been visible to the naked eye with a glimpse of the circle of Buddha light, and it is even more solemn and radiant.
Xiao Chen won the heart of this scene, the blood and the Shangzhuang Zhenghe, in this mysterious Buddhist power, is not the leader.
The real leader is the true body of the Amitabha, which is erected in the center. Zhuang Zhenghe is only one of the eight great Buddhas under his command.
"The donor, since entering the Mingjue Temple, why stand outside the treasure hall and stop."
Among the halls, came a solemn old monk, and the kindness and kindness came towards Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen looked at it and suddenly he was shocked. The strength of this old monk is not simple.
Already have the strength of Xiaocheng Zhundi, the body of Buddha light, there are thousands of laps, there is a golden bitter sea behind, standing in the treasure hall, giving Xiao Chen a deep unfathomable feeling.
When I came here, Xiao Chen had already noticed that this power was not simple. He did not think about screaming and screaming. He said: "Nothing, just listen to friends and say that the black flaming island of Buddhism is rising, coming to join in the fun. The Buddha statue in the treasure hall is shocking, a bit I haven’t recovered.

The old monk smiled and said: "No, the old man feels that the donor is too murderous and sinful. He dare not face the Western Buddhas. In fact, as long as you take a step forward, you can turn back and wash your sins."
Xiao Chen’s brow was a pick, and he said:
This step is gone. If you are afraid, you will not be able to return.

There is another mystery in the hall here, and Xiao Chen is not so vigilant at this point, and will not rush into it.
The old monk pointed to the mortals who worshipped the Buddha statues in the main hall and said: "Does the donor, what is the saying, have not seen these believers, are they looking calm?"
Xiao Chen said faintly: "Where is it with me, I have never thought of washing it."
The old monk smiles and does not decrease. He said: "It seems that the donor is in a lot of troubles. It is better to talk to the old man in detail. Maybe you can give me some advice."
Xiao Chen is quiet and calmly replies: "Change the day, it is a little tired today."
After the speech, the old monk did not make a reservation, and said Amitabha, he sent Xiao Chen to leave.
When Xiao Chen walked away, the smile on the face of the old monk disappeared immediately. He called a little shaman and said: "Send someone to stare at him and inform Manjushri. Qinglong Wang Xiaochen is here."
After leaving the hall, Xiao Chen walked more and more eagerly, knowing that he had exposed his identity and was seen by the old monk.
The water in this black island is far deeper than imagined, and he rushed into the island. He is a bit reckless.
Walking out of the city gate, Xiao Chen will vacate and fly quickly toward the island. On this black island, it always feels a little weird and does not have much security.
When it is about to leave the island, a large piece of Buddha light suddenly appears in front of it, filling the whole piece of the sky, and the endless Buddha's voice, resounding in all directions, all sounds of chanting.
Surging clouds, a huge Buddha statue, blocking the way of Xiao Chen, is the golden body of Manjushri.
Blocked in front, like a mountain, Xiao Chen looks like a cockroach is generally small.
"Xiao Shizhu, we met again." The huge law is open, the voice is grand, and the rumbling sounds, every syllable can shock people's hearts and point to the bottom of my heart.
Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Zhuang Zhenghe, I haven't seen you for two or three years. You don't want to be a blood monk, but you come to sit up with the Bodhisattva. It is a step up to the sky and people are shocked."
Zhuang Zhenghe laughed and said: "No matter how much, it is not as good as Xiaochen's donor. At a young age, it is full of Kunlun. The name of Qinglongwang is now spread throughout the sea world."
Xiao Chen didn't want to talk nonsense, bluntly said: "My resentment with you, it is only a small matter. You give me a truth, send people to my Star Island, for what."
The law is open, solemnly said: "Nature is, open the altar to teach the Fa, spread my Buddhist ideology, save the sentient beings and eat in the purgatory, and convert to my Buddha."
Xiao Chen said coldly: "It seems that this kind of grudge can't be solved."
Law smiled and said: "No, my Buddha is compassionate. Only you have the heart of the Buddha. This Bodhisattva can personalize you and make you a Buddha of the Buddha."
Xiao Chen didn't want to play against this person on Blackfire Island. It wasn't because he said that his body shape flashed and he was ready to break through.
Zhuang Zhenghe sneered, Bodhisattva's law, a solemn face with a smile full of evil: "I don't go looking for you, you come to the door yourself, now want to go, late!"
Like the mountain, the palm of the hand, all the palms of the Manjusri, all over the black Yanyan Island, all flow out of the power of pure faith, and rush toward the law of the void.
Let this method be in the same body, shining a circle and then a circle of Buddha light, five colors and ten colors, colorful glass, the power instantly reached the realm of the great perfection.
The huge palm fell, so that Xiao Chen had nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, a palm to shoot, and a bang, he would smash back Xiao Chen and crash a mountain.