Chapter 260: Fang Xin pays wrongly

Why is the good monster pulling out this old monster that has been in existence for many years, the head of the Buddha was a little caught off guard. This is like Sun Wukong's painstaking efforts to defeat Frieza in Dragon Ball. After many years, Frieza was resurrected, and became stronger, almost ghostless.
"So powerful resentment, how the ghost's remnant suddenly ran away." The head of the Buddha said he could not understand it.
If the demon soul of the demon had been so violent, Li Xianyu would never have survived to this day, and he must have encountered something not long ago. But these are not important anymore, and the urgent task is to persuade the demon to pass on. The physical persuasion of Wushuang War Soul did not work, it was only spiritual persuasion.
"Pap!" The two tentacles were pumped on the back of the Buddha's head without warning, enough to crack the force of the steel, but they could not shake the thin and old body of the Buddha's head.
"Li Shizhu ..." The Buddha's head glanced at Slim, mercifully, "This thing is hard to tame, and it will become a serious problem in the future."
"But I have no choice but to suppress it." Grandma sighed.
Hearing that, Slime was obviously proud, dancing tentacles and snapping the Buddha's head a few times.
"The demon Tao couldn't get rid of it at that time, because the demon had entered the bone marrow and had already merged with him. But now it is confined in the left hand, and the operating space is much wider." Sealing the mystery, using the Dharma as a cage, and the incense as the flame, is especially suitable for sealing such a guy. After suppressing for seven or forty-nine years, even the stubborn monsters will be wiped out. "
"Not bad." Grandma's eyes lit up: "This thing is stubborn, but after all, it is a creature, and it has been tempered with Dharma and incense for forty-nine years, and the mill has also worn it to death."
The dancing tentacles froze, and it shrank back calmly, paralyzed to the ground obediently, honestly.
"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The head of the Buddha was folded with his hands crossed, and the "卍" character was lit up in the eyebrow. It turned clockwise and rippled with golden light. The faster and faster, when reaching a certain level, the Wanzi escaped from the Buddha's head and eyebrows and was printed on Li Xianyu's eyebrows, then disappeared.
The grandmother was relieved, and when the Buddha shot, the wave was very stable.
Her combat strength is unparalleled in the world, but she is not good at mental strength. From the ancient times to the present, the two Buddhists have been leaders in this field.
The Buddha's meditation and Daomen's meditation are the supreme method of condensing spiritual strength. Once the Daoist monk sits for ten years, Daomen's otaku is even more exaggerated. This spiritual effort is called terror.
As long as they are two masters of Buddha and Taoism, they are well-deserved spiritual strength.
Now the only thing to worry about is whether the great-grandson can hold it. The great-grandson's knowledge of the sea is like an unmanned big yellow girl. Now there are fallen angels, demon remnants, slimes, and a buddha head ... . Suddenly full of big men, and all are African chiefs.
Grandma was afraid that her big yellow daughter could not bear it.
But if it can be sustained, the benefits are also obvious. The great-grandson ’s spiritual training will do more with less. Others need to explore the sea so that they can accommodate longer and larger sizes. The great-grandson does not need this. He can directly accommodate the African chief's size. , One less step to open up, just need to accumulate mental energy is enough.
In a short period of time, mental strength will advance by leaps and bounds.
"The advantage of forcing things is always accompanied by opportunities. This is something that previous generations did not have, so the promotion speed of the previous generations is far less than that of him. The disadvantage is that he is not allowed to die anytime. Do you want him to advance? Leave a bloodline for the Li family. "Grandma was deeply tangled.
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The Buddha's head is condensed and formed in a colorful sea of ​​knowledge, which is the saying of the Buddha's gate, and the gate is also called purple house. The primordial who lives in the sea.
The colorfulness of the normal person's knowledge of the sea represents the various thoughts of Qiqing Liuyu. Ordinary people are not free to touch the sea, and occasionally enter in dreams, arousing the seven emotions and six desires in the sea, and then have different dreams.
The head of the Buddha glanced at the sea, slightly surprised. In a colorful world, blue and cyan are the most. The former represents calmness and reason, while the latter represents depression and fear.
Followed by dark red, which represents blood and killing.
There is not much contact with Li Xianyu. In the understanding of the Buddha's head, the apprentice's son is clever, but he is also very prodigal and a standard prodigal son. However, in his knowledge of the sea, the fuchsia, which represents lust, has no place.
Reason and calm are his strengths; depression and fear should be the source's own situation; blood and killings represent his hatred for the outside world.
The exaggeration and wave-shaped skeleton that appeared was his disguise.
Seeing the deepest state of mind is equivalent to a deep understanding of a person. The Buddha's head has counted in his heart, but there is no fluctuation in his heart. He didn't care how difficult Li Xianyu's situation was.
Buddhism speaks not only of compassion, but also cause and effect, and fate.
This is the number of lives Li Xianyu must bear.
The colorful world is booming, with black and red expanding rapidly, occupying half of the sky. The two emotions condensed into a vague outline of a man's face.
On the other side, all the colors are twisted into a double-winged, embossed female angel image.
Then, two legs appeared on the small waist of the female angel Yingying, entangled tightly, and a head was protruded out of her back.
Behind the fallen angel was a vague human figure, who shuddered on the fallen angel's back, occasionally waving her arms to cheer her on.
This scene is both abstract and figurative, giving the impression that the mother was carrying her son on the battlefield, and the son was scared to pee. He still stubbornly cheered for the mother!
"Amitabha Buddha." The head of the Buddha chanted the Buddha's name, as if Hong Zhong Daluo was shaken.
The golden Buddha light rose from his body. This little light expanded very quickly. Soon, the golden light burned the sea, and formed a three-legged trend with the colorful fallen angels and the black-red demon road.
Both sides of the confrontation noticed the head of the Buddha and looked over.
The human form on the fallen angel's back was agitated, and he waved his arm and conveyed a thought to the head of the Buddha: "Grandpa, dear grandpa, your grandson is here."
The Buddha's head was slightly drawn, and he ignored him, and took the golden light to the opposite side of the demon soul. The golden light was in sharp contrast with the layers of black and red colors.
"Forgetting the dust is long, people die like lights, there is no reincarnation in the world, no matter what has happened, it has passed. Why should we be obsessed?" Buddha head folded his hands and said, "Let it go."
The demon ghost ghost did not speak. He stared indifferently at the head of the Buddha, representing the red anger that continued.
The vague human form professing to be his grandson conveyed another thought: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense to him, alas ... recite the Buddhist scriptures and exceed him."
The head of the Buddha felt reasonable and recited the sutra: "Amitabha, the Dharma is infinite ..."
Between heaven and earth, another sound was like the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu.
The Buddha's head became one, two, three, three, and six ... At last, eighteen golden bodies were differentiated. Some pedal dragons, some ride white tigers, some raise their hands to the sky, and some sit solemnly.
Ideas: Eighteen Arhats!
Both Taoism and Buddhism have their own gates for observing ideas, which is a method of spiritual cultivation. Observation ideas cannot be quickly formed, but only by water grinding. Ordinary monks contemplate for ten years, and it is rare to be able to conceive one of the eighteen Lohan in the sea of ​​knowledge. But the Buddha's head could not think of the eighteen Luohan in such a spirit.
The eighteen arhats are a manifestation of the spiritual power of the Buddha's head, and they also have very powerful fighting power.
There are eighteen as powerful as me, and I ask if you are afraid.
Eighteen golden body lords rushed towards the demon road, and were drowned in the thick clouds of black and red fog. The clouds representing anger and fear were constantly flowing, and sometimes golden light penetrated through the clouds.
The fallen angel fluttered her wings and wanted to help, but the fuzzy figure behind her quickly stopped: "Mother, don't go, don't go, you are badly injured, then fight again, let the old bald donkey on the head go into battle. "
The thigh of the world's first pole is not hug.
After a while, the lion roar of the Buddha's head came from the surging cloud of fog: "Dharma is boundless, do you understand the donor now?"
The black and red clouds exploded, and the demon's face collapsed, and the dissipation disappeared.
The two emotions, black and red, returned to the colorful army. The two rebels saw their generals slaughtered and immediately abandoned the dark. Li Xianyu felt that the whole man was light and relieved.
Eighteen Lohanes were combined into one old and thin Buddha head.
Li Xianyu rode over to his mother, and was so grateful that his face was so drenched: "My father is better than my grandfather. Thank you Grandpa for saving my life."
The Buddha's head looked at him lightly, it was really hard for him to make a vague face, and he made a grateful expression ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Li Xianyu's spiritual cultivation is far from touching his own sea, let alone Speaking of realizing his own image, such a vague human form still relies on the fusion with the fallen angel.
"Grandpa, is the ghost's remnant gone?"
"Where to come from, where to go." The Buddha shook his head: "Even a ray of residual soul cannot be solved with three fists and two feet."
The demon road is so strong ...
Li Xianyu was apprehensive, and at the same time he was a bit resentful because of love. He had several experiences watching memories, and he had an inexplicable affection for Yaodao.
I treat you as an old iron, but you want to take me away.
Fang Xin paid wrongly, alas, the scumbag forgot.
"Is there a way to demonize the remnants of the demon Tao?" Li Xianyu asked, remembering that he had no honorable title and was busy remedying: "Grandpa."
The head of the buddha seemed to be alone for decades, and Leng Buding had an extra grandson, which was pained by his grandfather's cry.
"Forcibly dissolving, it will take some time, unless he can solve his obsession, but that is almost impossible ..." The Buddha's head stopped suddenly.
"The master knows what is the resentment of the demon Tao?" Li Xianyu said positively, this time he was skinless, but his solemn expression (although his face was blurred).
"How old is it?" The head of the Buddha sighed.
Man dies like a lamp, and there is no reincarnation in the world.
So the word "dead debt is clear" is the accepted truth in the blood community. Li Wuyi had been dying for quite a long time. After Wushuang War Spirit declared himself dead, the blood community hadn't found Li Xianyu for twenty years. If it was not for the opening of the Pantheon, Li Xianyu would not be the target of criticism.
No matter it is debt or debt collection, dead, everything is empty.
"Master, please tell me." Li Xianyu folded his hands, his tone was serious: "Do you know Tai Su and forgetfulness?"
Perhaps the truth he wanted to know was in the head of the Buddha.