The iron box was overwhelmed and finally burst,
Splattered fragments danced in the air, shining brightly under the candlelight of the pagoda.
What is placed in the iron box is precious metal compressed to the limit.
Li Ang opened his palms and released the restrictions on Mo Si.
The jet-black silk thread immediately stretched and stretched, like a spider web, accurately catching every metal fragment in the air and swallowing it quickly.
Absorb...evolve.
The dark golden color on the surface of the ink silk becomes more and more dazzling, and the diameter of each silk thread is shortening and the length is lengthening.
So that in the end it was light enough to be blown up by the breeze caused by the candlelight, floating in the air as lightly as a feather.
"With this body covered with hair, could it be Master Yuan Tian who is in unknown old age..."
The thought of complaining flashed by, and the next moment, the silk threads suddenly tightened, wrapping around the whole body, forming a giant cocoon.
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"Subhuti, what do you mean? If a person fills the seven treasures of the three thousand worlds..."
Outside the main hall, a group of monks sit in a circle, beating wooden fish with their right hands, spinning Buddhist beads with their left hands, and reciting Vajra sutras.
The circular diamond formation surrounding them was like a golden bowl turned upside down, resisting the evil energy in the square that was so strong that it was difficult to see.
In the black mist, strange roars come and go.
The sounds of intensive footsteps, biting, gnawing, babies crying, gentle courting sounds, and even the calls of monks and relatives, and the roaring and scolding sounds of the Buddha.
The demonic sound echoed endlessly, weakening the will of the monks.
There was a young monk who finally couldn't hold on anymore. The wavering look on his face became more and more obvious. His chanting of Buddhist sutras became slower and slower, and he kept making mistakes.
Finally...
His skin swelled rapidly, breaking the monk's robe.
The eyes swelled into the sockets and exploded.
The jaw was divided by the central axis and split to both sides. Two rows of sharp teeth sprouted from the fracture surface. In the three-part mouth, the extremely blasphemous magic sutra began to be recited.
Snap!
A fine gold Zen staff swung over and smashed its head into pieces.
Then a big hand picked up the severely deformed headless body and threw it out of the Vajra Circle.
"Keep reading,"
The troubled abbot stood at the edge of the Vajra Circle, turned around, held up his Zen staff, and sternly swept all the monks with his cold eyes, "Don't stop."
All this is almost the same as the usual late repairs of temples.
In addition to the dirty blood remaining on the ground, the noisy demonic sound outside the diamond circle, and the fact that everyone will die at any time.
The sky is full of demonic energy, blocking the sunlight above the head,
The diamond circle itself became the only light, struggling to survive in the dark wind.
Every minute and every second, the number of demons outside the circle increases, including not only the pilgrims who have come back from the dead, but also the fellow disciples of the Jialan Sect.
They are either laughing ferociously, or their eyes are streaming with blood and tears, or they are wailing for their lives.
He used his deformed claws, sticks and swords to hit the diamond circle hard, shaking the minds of more than 300 monks in the circle.
"Subhuti, what do you mean? Sotapanna can think of this..."
Accompanying the chanting of Buddhist sutras, the troubled abbot wandered in the Vajra Circle, with the Zen staff in his hand harvesting those monks who had exhausted their magic power, collapsed their minds, and transformed into demons.
The number of monks is getting smaller and smaller, from more than 300 to 110.
The troubled abbot's face also changed from cold, to stiff, to numb.
"Keep reading!"
He dropped the broken Zen staff, broke the demon's neck with his palms, and threw the body out.
Regardless of his bloody hands, his eyes were about to burst, his voice was hoarse and frantic, "Don't stop!"
This time, only about fifty people were left in the circle who could hear his words.
"Subhuti, there are as many sands as there are in the Ganges River. There are as many sands as there are in the Ganges River..."
The sound of chanting Buddhist sutras continues, but the sound is weakened ten times.
The originally indestructible golden bowl has become as thin as porcelain and is crumbling.
In trouble, the abbot raised his head and looked up. Demonic energy was boiling in the sky, and he couldn't see the sun in the sky at all.
"Subhuti..."
Thirty-eight people.
"Subhuti..."
Twenty-one.
"Subhuti..."
Fourteen people.
The golden bowl, as thin as cicada wings, finally cracked a gap.
Monsters rushed towards the crack impatiently, and then ran into trouble head on.
His whole body was burning with Buddha's light, and his cassock was held up by strong muscles.
Every time you punch or wave your palm, you can kill a demon.
Like a reef, it blocks the evil tide.
At the gap in the diamond circle, dirty blood flowed freely, and corpses piled up in mountains.
The difficult punches are getting slower and slower, the injuries on the body are getting more and more, and the breathing is getting heavier.
Dong dong dong.
The sound of heavy footsteps came closer and closer, making the earth tremble.
A huge demon pushed through the group of demons like pushing back the tide, and stood outside the golden bowl.
On its belly, there are layers of human faces attached to it, and each face seems familiar.
"What a disaster!!!"
The human face in the middle screamed: "You collude with the government, lead the beasts to eat people, you are in vain to call yourself a monk, and you are in vain to chant the Buddha's name!
You deserve to die!!"
"Monk?"
The difficulty was like a broken bellows. He took a few deep breaths with difficulty and said hoarsely: "I gave up my love and relatives and gave up the happiness of the world. Why can't I call myself a monk?
Foolish men and foolish women live in confusion,
I give you false illusions,
I send you to the Land of Ultimate Bliss early, why don’t you respect the Buddha?
As for my life, if you want it, you can take it yourself."
"Then die."
The tall demon punched out and passed through the gap in the golden bowl.
The fists of both sides collided in the air.
Just listen to a bang,
The demon's arms exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, attracting low-level demons in the corner to chase and devour them greedily.
And out of trouble,
He knelt on one knee, his arm was missing, and countless blood spurted out from his shoulder. Fortunately, thanks to Jialan's secret method, he forcibly squeezed the blood vessels with his muscles to stop the blood flow.
The aftermath of the fist fights between the two sides continued unabated, knocking away the monsters in the gap.
It also shattered the internal organs of several monks in the Vajra Circle.
Snap.
The diamond circle finally couldn't hold on anymore and broke apart.
The long-coveted monsters are coming.
At this time,
The enlightened abbot at the front slowly opened his eyes, counting the two hundred white jade beads in his hand until the last moment.
"...Bajara slandered Nipanhu, and all the tigers were like Wengpan, Suoha."
The Buddhist scriptures are finally finished.
The majestic wind is centered on the Buddha beads and spreads to the surrounding areas.
Thousands of low-level demons were blown up by the strong wind, torn apart, and rained blood in the sky.
Even powerful monsters transformed by practitioners have to crawl on the ground.
The mountain defense formation is a world,
The beads are the heaven and earth itself.
Abbot Awakening held the Buddhist beads in his left hand, stood up slowly, raised his right hand upright in front of his chest, and connected his two fingers.
The wind force suddenly changed with his movements, and a large amount of spiritual energy gathered and condensed, forming a huge two-finger shape above the Main Hall.
Then, stab it down.
Boom!
The roof of the Main Hall was shattered without any suspense.
The hand seals of heaven and earth were as powerful as breaking bamboo, like crushing tofu, breaking through the old mountain wood beams that were stronger than steel. It didn't slow down until it encountered the realm of the Sand of Time.
This is the struggle between the world itself and the sands of time.
Two fingers falling from the sky, pushing forward with difficulty,
In Xumi's hourglass, the sand of time flows faster, almost reaching the bottom.
"Achievements are not achieved in vain, and there is no fear in giving!"
When you realize and shout, the Buddha's light shines all over your body.
The Buddha's handprint above the Mahavira Hall pressed down again, breaking through the layers of obstacles of the Sand of Time, and gently touched the head of the Demon Buddha.
Kakakaka——
The sound of cracking gold paint is endless,
The thick gold layer of the statue of the devil exploded.
The demonic energy that filled the world suddenly stopped.
Success?!
The man who was kneeling on one knee smiled miserably, stood up slowly from the ground, and was about to say something,
But I saw Wu’s expression suddenly change.
Boom!!!
The demonic energy in the Main Hall,
Like a spring compressed to the limit, it suddenly released its restrictions and rushed out of the hall exponentially.
In the billowing black mist, a tall and thin demon Buddha, wearing dharma robes and cassocks, slowly stepped down from the altar.
This chapter has been completed!