His whole body radiated brilliance, like an infinitely bright Arhat descending from a dragon. It was so dazzling that it could not be looked directly at.
This sentence made both Xu Hong and Baizhu confused and confused, so they had no choice but to continue to bow their heads.
"Get up."
Wuhuai raised his hand and asked the two of them to stand up.
"Do you know it's wrong?"
"I know I was wrong." Baizhu replied honestly.
"Practice is like climbing a mountain. I have said this to you many times, but I always refuse to hear it."
Wu Huai looked solemn:
"You are eager for quick success, but will there be a happy ending?"
He looked at Bai Shuyan again, silently recited the Buddha's name, and nodded slightly.
In the realm of acupoint training, the nine apertures are opened first, and then the Niwan is opened.
If the nine orifices are not perfect, the mud pill will not be opened.
It was rare for him to be impatient, but he still opened up all his eyes and ears, and they were smooth and transparent.
However, could it be that the Red Dragon Tribulation was so easy to survive?
At this thought, Wuhuai couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
Thinking back to those days, when he was still practicing his acupoints, he was very cautious even in polishing his true Qi. He wished he could break one part of his energy into two parts, for fear that if there were any flaws in his body, his Taoism would be wasted during the tribulation.
From the eye orifice to the ear orifice, there was a gap of more than half a year. It was only under the protection of someone that I dared to try it without any intention.
Unexpectedly, the new disciple was a bit too aggressive.
"If you want to break through in the future, please let me know in advance."
Wuhuai stopped thinking about it and told Baishu:
"With my protection, even if you fail to survive the Red Dragon Tribulation, I can still protect you from being burned to ashes by the fire in your heart."
"Disciple understands." Bai Shu nodded respectfully.
Threads and threads, even though Wu Huai's whole body was filled with Zen sounds, the subtle ghost cries were still bit by bit, slowly coming out from the depths of Batu Caves.
Batu Caves seemed to go straight to the depths of the mountain, and Baizhu once became curious and wanted to explore the end.
But not long after he walked out, he was stopped by layers of dense legal restrictions.
A majestic vajra warrior holding a demon-conquering treasure pestle was disturbed by the law and transformed into the void. Immediately, various illusory visions appeared, including flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses surging from the ground.
Their diamond treasure bodies seem to contain boundless power, and every move they make can destroy mountains and boil rivers.
After Bai Zhu opened his eyes, he could not see through the black smoke to see what kind of creation existed at the end of the black smoke.
And this is just the outermost layer. It is densely packed with hundreds of layers of forbidden magic, which also dispels Bai Shu's idea of going deeper.
"This black smoke seems to have a body-tempering effect."
"Disciple, my body has been tempered in the past few days and I have gained a lot of benefits."
"I didn't mean to punish you."
Wuhuai smiled:
"Although I want you to retreat and repent, Batu Cave is a pure treasure. Although it is not as good as the Vajra Pool in Vajra Temple, it is still a good place.
If you have nothing to do in the future, you can come here to practice more often. The human body is a treasure raft for the world, and it must not be ignored."
"Master."
Bai Shu hesitated for a while, but still boldly stepped forward and asked:
"I once wanted to explore the end of the black smoke, but not long after I walked, I was stopped by the law. I dare you, what is there at the end of the Batu Cave?"
"Batu Caves?"
Wu Huai, who was originally indifferent, suddenly froze, and even his face became stiff.
The red-faced monk sighed softly, his eyes were complicated and unpredictable.
When Bai Shu was uneasy and wondering if he had said something wrong, Wu Huai silently raised his eyes and looked straight into the Batu Cave.
The field of vision traveled all the way, past the dim black smoke, past hundreds of layers, and through the dense Dharma forbidden area shining with Zen light, looking through the boundless and thick layers of soil.
In the depths of Fengshan, where the roots of the mountains gather, this is the last level of dharma.
It is like a large, clear lake, with only a vast expanse of water that is extremely clear.
A little earth-yellow dragon transformed from a mountain spirit was playing among them. It noticed Wu Huai's gaze and was not alarmed. Instead, it wagged its tail, as if it wanted to get close to him.
But as soon as it made a move, its tail was held down by an old monk with a dark golden complexion and a solemn appearance.
The old monk's beard and hair are all white, with countless light clusters surrounding his body, and the sound of chanting sutras filling the sky, just like a sacred Arhat.
"Nonsense! If you run away, Fengshan will cause trouble again."
He smiled and scolded:
"If I had known you had such a temper, I shouldn't have enlightened you."
The old monk patted the mountain spirit's head, pinched the back of its neck like a cat, and gently put it into his sleeve.
"You have to do it as soon as possible."
He raised his old eyes and looked at the person above the ground respectfully.
"My incarnation is almost exhausted and can't suppress him anymore."
"Abbott..."
"Wuhuai, troubled times are coming, and even the Holy Land may not be immune."
After the old monk said these words, he suddenly melted into the clear lake below him, leaving a faint sigh in his place.
"As soon as possible, let's achieve the fifth realm."
The red-faced monk was silent for a while, then continued to look. Under the clear lake, there was a pair of eyes as black as ink, looking at him with a smile.
One hundred and eight demon-conquering chains, made of French bronze and engraved with the Great Sun Light Mantra, bound him tightly.
This creature suppressed at the foot of Fengshan Mountain is equipped with fire, seven colors of gold, green, red, white, yellow, and black. It is covered with dirty necklaces and pearls. Its pupils are as black as ink, like extremely dark depths.
Abyss.
His heart was pierced by a fairy sword, and his graceful body was as skinny as a mummy, resembling an evil ghost.
The originally solemn and pure Tianyin became chaotic and crazy, and maddening murmurs continued to spit out from his chapped lips.
The indescribable and disgusting sound is enough to destroy a person's entire reason and spirit. All the good things worth cherishing in life are gone at this moment.
In his mind, only crazy and chaotic murmurs remained.
The demonic sound was raging, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even bigger, but when he just raised his first finger...
Boom!
One hundred and eight demon-conquering chains shine brightly, and all the laws and prohibitions are manifested.
On the top of the southwest mountain, the demon-suppressing archway, as red as blood, suddenly roared violently.
An unparalleled, violent and ferocious killing force penetrated into the heart of the mountain and headed towards the creature.
The chaotic murmurs slowed down for a moment, the Zen sound boomed, and the vast void of the Buddhist kingdom condensed, pressing heavily on his back.
"Evil beast!"
Wu Huai smiled coldly. Under the oppression of the Buddhist kingdom, black blood flowed out of the seven orifices of the creature.
He looked away, shook his head, and said no more words.
As soon as the sleeves and robes were stretched out in the air, Bai Shu and Xu Hong were caught in their arms, and then they transformed into the escaping light again and flew away from the Black Wind Cave.
After Wu Huai left, the red light disappeared and spread from all directions. The endless black smoke filled the hole again, and the shrill wind sound like a ghost's cry continued to sound.
