There was a strong wind and snow, and three Roman first-class battleships were suspended over the valley with a thick murderous aura.
The naked Qiermo stood on a dark rock, his beautiful body shivering in the cold wind, and his smooth skin was covered with large goosebumps.
"Give me the child." Qiermo shouted in the calmest voice possible.
"They are destined to be Buddhas, and they are destined to be members of my Buddhist sect. The fate between you and me is over, go!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the cave on the mountain wall, and a soft force rolled up Qiermo from afar and pulled her away.
Sent hundreds of meters away.
"Give me the child!" Qilmo roared sharply while his body was still floating in the air, struggling like a wounded lioness.
The white lotus vigorously supported Qiermo and sent her to the Roman battleship hundreds of meters away.
A Roman warship silently landed tens of meters downward. An armor plate slid open under the warship, and a green light shot down and sucked Chelmer into the warship. The other two warships slowly flew towards the mountain wall ahead, and the bow guns were fired.
All armors were activated, and dozens of black gun muzzles were aimed at the cave on the mountain wall.
Qiermo's voice resounded throughout the valley: "Give me back my child, otherwise...I will kill you!"
"good!"
A dull thunderous sound of Buddha's trumpet rolled out of the cave, and two huge white treasure bottles roared out and hit the two battleships in front.
Amidst the harsh shattering sounds, the two battleships were shattered inch by inch from the bow, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into countless fragments floating in the air. The plasma engine unit in the battleship completely disintegrated in a very short time, and even exploded before it could explode.
It turned into countless light points falling from the sky.
All the crew members in the battleship on the left were shattered into pieces along with the battleship; all the crew members in the battleship on the right were held up by a ball of white lotus energy and sent to the bottom of the battleship several hundred meters away.
"The disillusionment of life and death is nothing more than the Buddha holding a flower and smiling. Female donor, you are obsessed with it."
Except for the sound of wind and snow, there was no other sound in the valley. After about three minutes, the only remaining Roman warship hurriedly landed to pick up all the surviving companions on board, and then took off in an emergency and left the valley.
The Buddha of Life and Death held two swaddling clothes in one hand and slowly walked out of the cave. He looked at the warships flying into the clouds and faintly pronounced the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha, the female benefactor, will never meet again. In this life, the relationship is over, and in the next life, the poor monk will renew the good relationship with you."
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Seventeen years later, at the top of Mount Everest, the Buddha of Life and Death sat cross-legged facing the west.
The brothers Prajna and Maha, wearing coarse robes, knelt quietly behind the Buddha of Life and Death.
The body of the Buddha of Life and Death is constantly expanding and shrinking. Sometimes his body is white and plump, and sometimes it is dark and shriveled. Between the black and white, chaotic and fuzzy Qi Qi keeps pouring out of his body from time to time. The gray Qi Qi wraps around the whole body of the Buddha of Life and Death.
, the figure became blurry, as if he was no longer in this world.
"Prajna." Prajna knelt on the ground.
"Mohe." Mohe kowtowed hard on the ground.
"Go down the mountain. Go to the north. Your destiny is in the world of mortals. Remember one thing. You must not merge the treasures that your father left for you until you reach a state where the two qi of life and death are constantly flowing in your body and the thirteen chakras are running endlessly."
After coughing hard, the Buddha of Life and Death tore open his chest and took out two fist-sized purple crystals from his chest and handed them to Prajna for preservation.
"Back then, for these two precious sons, I killed more than 3,400 people in my family for my father. The sin was very serious. After coming down from the mountain, Prajna remembered to accumulate merit for me and recited the Diamond Sutra one hundred thousand times to atone for his sin. Maha... everything followed.
It’s up to you!”
The two brothers pressed their foreheads against the snow, raised their heads and looked at the scorching sun in the sky.
A glaze-colored flame emerged from the center of the Buddha's eyebrows and quickly burned his whole body.
The Buddha of Life and Death transformed away completely, leaving no residue, not even a single relic. All his cultivation throughout his life was poured into the body of Prajna and Maha, and was quietly hidden in the chakras of the two of them.
The two brothers stood up quietly and recited the scriptures silently for a while, neither happy nor sad.
The next moment, Mohe suddenly jumped three feet high. He pumped his fist to the sky in excitement and roared: "The old immortal is finally dead! Hahaha, let's go down the mountain! Wahahahahaha!"
