Chapter 280:

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This gloom was extremely heavy, like an iron pan suddenly caught in the grassland. At the moment of darkness, the meat and grass that originally flowed in the air suddenly disappeared, leaving only a strange smell. If there is no rush on the nose.
There was a commotion in the dark, and someone exclaimed: "Great magic power!"
Feng Zhiwei didn't understand what this meant, but suddenly thought of the saying that someone just said that Klie was born in the Xueshan cult, not to mention that they had been staring at Klie, and there was no solution to the strange source of martial arts of this person. Could this be Claire's life-saving means?
But listening to the screams coming and going, one after another, it seemed that the people in the grassland were a little afraid of this cult. Some people seemed to have fled the chaos, and the patriarchs on the high platform were also very frightened, and some people jumped from the high platform.
He Lianzheng chased over and went straight to Feng Zhiwei's direction. Feng Zhiwei stared at the darkness, his eyes flashing, and felt that this was a good opportunity, and he greeted Master Gu with a loud voice, "Brother Gu be careful, don't chase the poor. "" One sleeve waved.
In a mess of chaos, someone swept up the platform silently and silently, passing over the side of the unconscious patriarchs, and went straight to the living Buddha Dama.
After a while, the darkness suddenly dissipated, like the curtain that Hula La dropped was pulled away, even the irony smell was gone, and there were only a few people on the stage in the fragrance of plants and wine.
Nata was gone, Zong Chen was gone, Mei Duo clasped in Helian Zheng's hand, Helian Zheng's other hand was still holding Feng Zhiwei tightly.
Only five of the eight patriarchs present were left, and a few others were a little embarrassed and fell in the center of the king's army.
A little further away, Gu Nanyi blocked the place where Klie was, and the two were gone.
"Dama God!"
A cry of exclamation awakened the still ignorant crowd, and turned back to see the head of the Living Buddha of Dama, I don't know when it was softly on the side.
"God!"
A golden light flashed across the sky, passing over the clouds, and everyone looked up and saw the goshawk flying high.
There was a faint smell of fragrance on all sides, and the Living Buddha of Dama suddenly turned his body, moved a direction, and then slowly raised one hand and pointed in that direction.
Everyone knelt down with a white face, knowing that the Living Buddha was going to die.
Before the death of the living Buddhas of all dynasties, there were visions, and before the end of life, they would use the legal body or prophecy to predict the location of the next generation of living Buddhas.
According to the longevity doctrine enshrined by Hu Zhuo, the inheritance of living Buddhas is divided into two types. One is the reincarnation of the former living Buddha after death, and the other is that the soul of the former living Buddha is entrusted to the new Lord. Metaphor.
The strange fragrance in the air became thicker and thicker, the patriarchs on the high platform also knelt down together, all living Buddhas died in Huyin Temple, Dama will become the first living Buddha who died in the eyes of all people, but everyone now has no honour in their hearts. With the feeling of worship, most people are even secretly rejoicing that the Living Buddha is dead at this moment, which saves everyone from embarrassing the emperor's accusation of the Living Buddha's crime just now, which is quite appropriate.
As for why there was no death at this moment, no one thought much about it. Dama was originally a candle in the wind. Everyone expected him to not live the next spring. Now that this has happened and his mind is destroyed, the death is completely normal.
The fragrance is strong, breathless on all sides, the large grassland is silent, and the era of waiting for an old man is gone.
People knelt in front of Damma and touched the ground with their foreheads. The little lamas recited the scriptures. Some people lit up the fragrant incense. In the dense white smoke, Feng Zhi looked at Dama with a smile rather than a smile, like a weird image.
In your life, in the name of God, you are far away in the clouds of the prairie. I want to let you know today that the person who controls the person will be controlled by the person, and it is up to me to live and die.
In the pale smoke, Dama raised her eyelids for the last time, staring at Feng Zhiwei in a dimly shaking field of view.
The son of the long-lived and peaceful longevity, the leader of the long-lived doctrine of the longevity, at the end of his life, finally flashed an angry glare.
Uncontrollable resentment...
He moved his fingers hard, wanting to turn his fingers and his body in a direction... this is not the direction he wants to point, his reincarnation or possession...not there...
On the opposite side, everyone faced deeply to the ground, daring not to blaspheme the most sacred passing on this grassland, only the woman's head was raised, her lips slightly curved, so he looked at him so interestingly.
It's like watching a monkey play in a cage, scratching your ears and scratching your cheeks, but it's just a plaything in the hands of others.
Even the death of others, she wanted to use it...
Dama curled her fingers, trying to retract the finger pointing in a certain direction of Wang Ting.
However, he heard a slight click.
A very soft sound, like who was above the sky, jokingly rolled a dice, throwing the final life of others.
Or his deity, silently dialed the final string of destiny-
What's collapsing, what's breaking, what's sinking, what's unwilling to perpetuate ash.
Dama's fingers were fixed in place.
His head fell silently to his chest.
The fragrance from all sides, bursting forth.
"God!"
Weeping and shouting, the tide flooded the afternoon grassland in an instant. In a brilliant golden light, countless people knelt and turned around, watching with amazement the direction of the body of Dama Living Buddha before his death, pointing in the direction of his finger.
Wang Ting, apse.
In the rear court of Wang Ting, there are obviously no babies about to be born, so the seventeenth generation of living Buddha is the kind of possessing soul.
The reincarnation of the living Buddha soul in the Huzhuo teachings mostly happened to young children. While they were busy packing up the Dharma body, they went to the Huyin Temple to report, and invited the Dafa Lama to prepare a ritual and cremation for Damma.
The Huyin Temple is not far away from Wang Ting. Quickly back and forth half a day, during which everyone waited anxiously, while frequently looking at the direction of Wang Ting's rear hall.
"Go to Brother Gu." Feng Zhiwei gestured to Chun Yumeng, looking at Gu Nanyi's missing direction with a little worry, and then said, "Naklie is a bit evil, and be more careful."
Chun Yumeng nodded and left. He Lianzheng sat on the side of Feng Zhiwei and looked at her left and right. Feng Zhiwei smiled and turned to him, "How?"