On the other side, Fakong broke out of the water with Wu Lai in his hand, and a blood cloud automatically appeared at his feet.
He placed Wu Lai on the blood cloud and gently pressed its heavenly spirit with one hand. After concentrating for a moment, a hint of joy appeared on his face, "Although it is not complete, it is almost done."
At this moment, most of the ferocious aura in Wu Lai's body had dissipated, and was replaced by a sense of peace. He was sitting on the blood cloud, and there was a strange glow around his body, as if he was in the light.
This is because the power of belief in his body has been extracted by someone and washed with clean water, turning the violence into peace. It has restored part of the Buddhist atmosphere, so that Wu Lai once again has the grace that a Buddhist should have.
If this continues, sooner or later the power of the true Buddha will be able to wipe away the dust and restore its proper nature.
'As long as the power of the true Buddha is completely purified, Brother Fazhao will have his own house.' Fakong thought happily.
Thinking like this, he wanted to wake up Wu Lai and plan to take the next step, but unexpectedly, at this time, several waves of solemn energy broke into the range of perception, and traces were captured by Fakong's soul.
There are eight qi machines in total, which contain solemn and upright momentum, and each has its own unique mechanism. They seem to be scattered and gathered, coming from all directions, like a big net, covering a radius of thirty miles.
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha, friend of Dharmakong Buddha, hand over my disciple, I can make the decision to let you leave."
"Why do Buddhist friends ask questions knowingly that you attacked Daci'en Temple and assassinated the Sutra Master? Although the traces were completely eliminated, the cause and effect are determined. How can it be so easily erased?"
"Zen Rebellion Monk!"
This Vajra Realm Dharma is part of the Vajra Embryo Mandala, the supreme Dharma formation of Tantric Buddhism. When the formation is unfolded, it forms a world of its own, which is most solid and indestructible.
There are eight monks inside who have majestic Qi and complement each other. Fa Kong senses the breath and has a keen insight into the eight magical skills of the Linglong Iron Temple that each of these eight people have practiced.
Fakong showed murderous intent on his face and clenched the sword in his hand, but then, he forced himself to suppress the thought of taking action, grabbed Wu Lai and shot straight into the sky.
There are a total of forty-four mysterious masters. This lineup is simply luxurious to the extreme, which makes people feel flattered.
Outside, thirty-six old monks in the Xuantai Realm arranged a large formation, blocking all directions and besieging Fakong.
So, the only option is to escape.
If Fakong is the only one, even if he is no longer in full power at this time, he still wants to let the Buddhist forbidden weapon in his hand taste the blood of the monks. But with Wu Lai around now, Fakong doesn't want the hope he just obtained to end like this.
Already.
As he spoke, the treasure wheel rotated, and an extreme destructive power gathered in the eyebrows. He wanted to take advantage of the moment of questioning and strike first.
The abbot of Lingmen marched with his white beard fluttering, and the golden light around his body was shining brightly. He had already turned into a golden Buddha, making the appearance of subduing demons. "Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."
The old monk had a determined will on his body, and he walked closer on the waves, with Buddha's aura flowing across his body. "Juniors, start the formation."
Whether it was the Vajra Realm method or the timing of Lingmen and others coming over, there was something fishy about it. Fakong could tell something was wrong by just asking himself and thinking with his toes.
This abacus is about to hit his face. If he doesn't realize it anymore, he will not be a blood Buddha, but a blood pig.
"Bang!"
But he went back and forth in the Demon Suppressing Cave, from the first floor to the seventh floor, and from the seventh floor to the first floor, and kidnapped Wu Lai, but there was no trace of the Vajra Realm Dharma at all.
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The chanting of Buddha echoed, and the eight monks, some tall or majestic, climbed onto the water and stepped on the water. The leader showed all kinds of wonderful appearances, like the Buddha statue in the temple, the treasure appearance was solemn, and he was the abbot of Linglong Iron Temple——
Lingmen.
The signs of the eight heavenly dragons appeared one by one, showing the power of Buddhist protectors. Thirty-six monks also used the Vajra Realm method to block the upper and lower places, until the Dharma was empty and there was no way to retreat.
Moreover, Fakong was also rampant. After attacking the Daci'en Temple, he thought that others did not know about it, so he tried to repeat his old tricks, but he didn't expect the truth to be clear. He left traces after all.
But the blood cloud had just risen a few feet when a huge golden "swastika" suddenly appeared in the sky, suppressing it towards Fakong. A total of thirty-six majestic Buddha auras connected into one, turned into a Buddha seal and pressed down forcefully.
Fa Kong landed three feet above the water again.
He didn't expect it!
This has already exhausted the essence of the Spiritual Dragon Iron Temple, and even added masters from the Tantric Sect and the Consciousness Only Sect. This formation is such that the great master will be frightened when he comes.
"At this time, you don't want to lie."
Blood light and golden light collide, they are both Buddha's light, but they each act in two extremes, one is to kill, the other is to be upright, the two are fighting against each other, and they are in a stalemate.
Fakong asked himself that even if he had the Chanti Sword in his hand, it would still take a lot of effort to break the Vajra Realm Dharma. That would be enough time for the eighty-eight monks under the Demon Suppressing Cave to use the power of Prajna Repentance to kill him.
The remaining remnants of the Pure Land were also surrendered and became prisoners with the previous generation Lun Zong.
Fakong glanced around and laughed wildly, "When the poor monk broke into the Demon Suppressing Cave, if you had used this Vajra Realm method, even if the poor monk caught you by surprise, you would never be able to get to the bottom floor.
Lingmen, Lingmen, you really have a good plan."
This made Fakong think that this Tantric monk was too precious and participated in the eighty-eight Buddha Prajna Repentance of Zen Buddhism. However, he had nothing to lose and had no sense of communication.
Lingmen said in a deep voice.
"The Vajra Realm of Esoteric Buddhism, the Eight Heavenly Dragons of Zen Buddhism, great! What a spiritual thief!"
If he hadn't noticed Fakong's birth, and if his apprentice had failed to live up to his expectations, and had trained himself hard in the Demon Suppression Cave to become a demon, his Lingmen would have been unable to use such methods even if he tried to do so.
"Amitabha," the abbot of Lingmen lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as calm as an ancient well, "What my Buddhist friends said is true. I am indeed cruel and treacherous, but as a true Buddha, I can't care so much."
Thirty-six old monks fell from the sky, and the huge "卍" Buddha seal blocked all directions, isolating all energy, fluctuations, and momentum, as if a new world was opened.
"You Lingmen deliberately let the poor monk take away the little monk, let the poor monk purify the karma in his body, and then pick peaches," Fakong laughed loudly, but there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words,
"What a treacherous bald donkey! What an abbot of Lingmen! Lingmen, when it comes to cruelty, I can't help but sigh."
Fakong sneered and taunted, then asked: "The poor monk has only one question, how did you know that the poor monk was going to break into the Demon Suppression Cave?"
But the answer from the abbot of Lingmen made Fakong stunned for a moment.
Fakong raised his sword and offered it to the heavenly dancing treasure wheel. Red flames gathered between his brows, and a majestic and evil vertical pupil slowly opened.
Abbot Lingmen traveled alone even when his family was exterminated at Daci'en Temple, just to take the bait of this arrogant person.
"······"
After Fakong heard this answer, he didn't know how to react for a moment.
Attacking Daci'en Temple and assassinating Jingzong, why didn't he know that he had done such a big thing?