Chapter 494 493 [It turns out to be an older, late-born baby]

Just as He Zhao was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube to trick the possessor, a deafening sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"From now on, my name is: Mahayana!"

Immediately afterwards, the murmurs of thousands of people seemed to appear in my ears. And gradually it changed from singing to high-pitched cheers, which seemed to welcome the birth of "god".

Moreover, the sound lingers in the ear for a long time, always playing back in the ear, never stopping and never disappearing, which is very annoying.

"The magic sound fills my ears."

"Look, the Buddha's son is born."

The possessor smiled slightly, and the gloomy expression on his face even dimmed a bit, becoming a little... sunny?

What a hell!

Wait a minute, it was originally a spook?

Oh, that's okay.

"Mahayana, the name is quite impressive."

Big means vast, sublime, and immeasurable. By car, a four-horse chariot is used, like the country of a thousand chariots. Mahayana is an infinitely large vehicle that can carry and save all sentient beings.

In Buddhism, it is possible to achieve the same wisdom as the Buddha.

"Um?"

The next second, he realized something was wrong.

The Buddhist son of the Plateau Witch was named Mahayana.

"Buddha, Mahayana."

Grass (a plant)!

"Mahayana Buddha?"

He looked like he had dug out a big melon, with an incredible look in his eyes.

Could it be that the Mahayana sect, which has been raging for hundreds of years, was founded by the Buddha who was born in the ghost lake?

"Mahayana Buddha, a good name. I can suggest Buddhist disciples to regard themselves as Mahayana Buddha in the future."

The possessor also heard what he was saying to himself, and couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

After all, a disciple of Buddha is a disciple of Buddha. To put it bluntly, he is a bit shorter. No matter what, he must have his own name. At least he cannot sound weaker than Bodhisattva or Buddha.

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When Wu Renzhao heard its words, he was completely speechless. He didn't know what to say. In the Mahayana teachings, did the Mahayana Buddha all arise because of me?

They were obviously not chatting in the same channel, but they happened to be chatting together. The thick dark clouds in the sky were darker in color, as if they were at the end of a natural disaster.

"Boom, boom, boom."

In the clouds, a huge lightning struck.

It's like thousands of thunder snakes as thick as buckets, gathering together and gushing out. They entwine with each other and intertwine to form a larger dry thunder that can be called a prehistoric Titanoboa.

At that moment, the eyes of anyone who looked directly turned white, causing temporary blindness.

From this we can see how powerful the thunder and lightning is, how angry we are at the birth of Mahayana Buddha, and how we wish we could get rid of it quickly.

God wants it to perish!

However, the thunder and lightning that reaches the sky and the earth cannot solve all problems. At least the Mahayana Buddha has the means to deal with it. Otherwise, would he choose to be born and be struck by lightning?

The bloody demon pestle, which had previously resisted two lightning strikes in mid-air, fell into the hands of the handsome Mahayana Buddha at lightning speed.

He lifted it high, and a lot of thunder and lightning struck down.

"boom!!"

All the destructive thunders were defeated by the demonic pestle.

It has the magical power to eliminate all sins and obstacles in one's own body, not to mention that it is also a macaque transformed by the reincarnation of a god and is used during practice.

Even though it is just a magic weapon, its level, quality, and magic are far beyond those of ordinary magic weapons a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times.

If the macaque had become a Buddha, the demon-conquering pestle in the hands of the Mahayana Buddha would probably have become a tool for attaining enlightenment. It would have been passed down through the ages and spawned many legends.

For example, the Divine Sword of Wisdom in the hands of Namo the Great Wisdom Bodhisattva Manjushri, the Vajra in the hand of Namo the Great Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, the pure vase of Namo the Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the tin staff of Namo the Great Wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, etc.

Furthermore, blackening is ten times stronger and whitening is three times weaker.

The macaque's magic pestle turned the evil-minded black-haired savage from white to black, making him ten times more powerful than before.

It's just thunder from the sky, what can a few more attacks do to him?

Even if it lasts for three days and three nights, the Mahayana Buddha will lose even if he takes a breath.

He Zhao was not surprised at all that Tianlei Naihe could not give birth to a Buddhist son. As long as it had some effect, the Mahayana sect would still be dead after more than three hundred years.

Having said that, he was a little curious about how Bufa Temple destroyed the Mahayana Buddha.

Even cut it into pieces.

Don’t forget, there is also a jar containing the head of Mahayana Buddha in his house!

"Bufa Temple is so mysterious."

"Bufa Temple? Unfathomable?"

When the possessed ghost heard this, he smiled disdainfully, "When did you become blind?"

"Now that the Buddha is born, you are talking about the Bufa Temple, haha."

Everything is said without saying anything, and it is obvious that he will suffer crazy revenge.

Not only Bufa Temple, but also the temples on which the Twelve Immovable Nails are attached are not immune.

And the Daxueshan Taoist lineage of the Bodhisattva, the initiator, will also be implicated in the hatred that lasts for thousands of years.

On the other side, all the thunder dispersed, and the thick dark clouds in the sky dissipated at the same time, as quickly as they came and dispersed.

The blinding darkness of the night turned into a dim tone, slightly gloomy.

It seems that because the Buddhist disciples who should not have been born have not been eliminated, I feel a little melancholy.

The Mahayana Buddha looked at the black clouds that dispersed in the sky, and couldn't help but laugh wildly and wildly. As he laughed, drops of golden blood slowly spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and his face became paler, as if he was seriously ill.

Without him, no matter who has been pregnant for thousands of years, and under the premise of long-term malnutrition, the power just born will not be able to reach the sky.

Even though it could easily withstand the thunder, it was actually somewhat damaged.

"call--"

The Mahayana Buddha took a deep breath and saw that the dry lake water, silt, and white bones around him were like time speeding up. All the water in the soil overflowed and turned into dry clods. The white bones also weathered rapidly and turned into handfuls of bone meal.

In the blink of an eye, what was clearly a plump land gradually turned yellow into fine particles. After a while, a desert replaced the ghost lake.

Not only that, the scope of the desert is slowly expanding.

The heavy snow that reached the knees has completely melted.

The earth under the snow seems to have lost its nutrients and slowly, slowly, slowly becomes a desert.

One meter, two meters, three meters.

One mile, two miles, three miles.

One hundred miles, five hundred miles, one thousand miles before it ends.

During this period, desertification spread outwards, and all fertile grasslands, lakes, trees, and even animals and humans were wiped out.

The grassland and trees died, the lakes and water flows dried up, and the flesh and blood of animals and humans shriveled up, leaving behind a mummy in the desert with empty eyes looking at the sky.

The legendary Drought Demon is not as terrifying as him. At most, the land is bare and desolate for thousands of miles. The Mahayana Buddha breathed a thousand miles of desert, leaving no humans or animals behind.

Not to mention that in the future, Bufa Monastery will dismember Him and chop him into meat paste to make dumplings. This is a small punishment but a big warning. Please show mercy.

Wu Renzhao, who had witnessed everything throughout the entire process, had no idea what to do.

Damn, the only desert in the plateau area was created by the evildoers of you!

"Hu Ling, follow me."

After the words fell, Mahayana Buddha stepped forward with one foot.

The next moment, there was another person in front of He Zhao.

He has a sharp-browed face and starry eyes, and is about 1.8 meters tall. He exudes a peaceful temperament all over his body.

What I was slightly surprised about was that the other party was not wearing any clothes and had no shame at all.

No need to guess, it must be the son of the witch - Mahayana.

Darling, no wonder the Mahayana sect can develop. No matter who sees this skin, he will not feel good about it. I guess others will never imagine that he is a villain.

"A good physical body is really rare among human beings. A mere newcomer to spiritual practice can actually polish his body to such perfection."

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To be continued...