On the land full of darkness and death, the young monk Lingxu put his hand against Qinglong's forehead, and the ancient Buddhist sounds were constantly vibrating in his body.
Just for a few breaths.
The dying green dragon actually regained its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dragon's roar that could not be shouted out once again echoed across this dark land.
And Lingxu's face also became extremely pale.
Until half a quarter of an hour later, the green dragon was still withered, but full of the power of life. The wounds all over the body were flowing with golden Buddhist inscriptions, and they were healing quickly.
Lingxu fell from the sky, looked at the green dragon above his head, looking down at him, with a smile on his face, "Amitabha!"
"You finally came!"
At this moment, a vast and ancient voice sounded in the void.
Lingxu raised his head and looked at the green dragon with some confusion. He knew that the person speaking was the huge creature in front of him. However, he didn't know why the green dragon said this.
Do you know yourself?
"Does the donor know the young monk?"
Lingxu raised his head and asked.
"I do not know you!"
Just as Qinglong's eyes blinked, light suddenly condensed on his huge head. Within half a quarter of an hour, an illusory remnant soul appeared where the light condensed.
That……
He is a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.
He has a tall and straight figure, with long hair blowing in the wind. His face is like a deep-sea reef, not deep, but somewhat unruly. His short beard makes the latter look very charming and majestic.
At this moment, the remnant middle-aged man in blue looked at the young monk in white sitting cross-legged below, flicking his sleeves and robe, "Five relics of the Buddha and God have been condensed in your body!"
"Tuoba Fu, the leader of Zuojiaming Cult back then, only had five weapons!"
Um?
The young monk Lingxu hummed in confusion. He silently looked inside at the statue of Heavenly Shura inside his body. After being surprised, he lowered his raised eyelids slightly.
With countless Buddhist secrets in his mind, he naturally knows what Buddha relics are.
But he has forgotten how he got the five Buddha relics.
Perhaps because I had been asleep for three years, some of my memories were missing.
Then...
However, the young monk Lingxu noticed another problem. He looked up at the middle-aged man in Qingyi and said calmly: "The donor calls himself Zuojia Ming Cult, is he a member of the Demon Cult?"
"Demon Cult?"
The middle-aged man in green raised his voice, and then laughed disdainfully, "Exactly, so what?"
The young monk's face tightened, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. A monstrous light of Buddha appeared behind him. Although he had just woken up, he knew...
Demonic religion brings disaster to the common people!
As a Buddhist, my lifelong belief is to save all sentient beings.
Therefore, since ancient times, it is difficult for Buddha and demon to coexist.
"What? You heard that I am a demon sect member, and you want to kill me? Doesn't Buddhism say that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and doesn't it want to save all living beings? Am I not one of the living beings? I am not a human being.
?”
"Although I have fallen into the devil's path in your eyes, why don't you give it a try? Maybe I can save you?"
The middle-aged man in green said with a smile.
"Amitabha!"
The young monk Lingxu clasped his hands together, then shook his head, "In Buddhism, there is also a precept that kills to protect lives, and kills karma rather than killing people!"
"You, little monk, are not pedantic!"
The middle-aged man in green clothes smiled, he sat on top of Qinglong's head, and continued: "Then the countless innocent souls who perished on the dark earth, will you die or not?"
The young monk Lingxu pursed his lips with difficulty.
He turned around and looked around, looking at the countless screams and miserable souls in the void around him, and he couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart.
At this moment, he clearly knew that if he wanted to save these innocent souls, then the man from the Tsing Yi Demon Sect in front of him might be able to escape from this place.
If you don't cross...
...I, the Buddha, am merciful!
On top of Qinglong's head, the middle-aged man in Qingyi didn't say anything, but quietly waited for the young monk's decision.
And on the dark land where the death occurred, the young monk was also caught in the battle between heaven and man.
He didn't know whether it was to restore the light of Buddhism to this land and transcend everything! Or to keep the middle-aged Qingyi here so that countless innocent souls would never be reincarnated.
He never imagined that as soon as he woke up, he would experience such a great mental torture.
…
In the Jialan Pagoda, the dozen true Buddhas who woke up were also silent.
They couldn't see the scenes in the Great Leiyin Temple, but they could deduce Lingxu's decision after entering the place of death from the vibrations in the Great Leiyin Temple.
…
Unknowably.
Li Baiyi stood on the high cliff of Cangyuan. He looked at the vast void with his hands behind his hands. His breathing slowed down deliberately at some point.
seem……
He is also waiting for the decision of the little monk called Lingxu.
…
"Amitabha!"
The high-pitched Buddha's voice finally resounded on the land where the victims had been killed.
I saw the young monk Lingxu sitting cross-legged on the ground, with Buddha Dharma all over his body, like the sun shining on the world. The last trace of Buddhist power left in his body swept out, covering the entire world.
boom.
Boom boom boom.
boom……
At this moment, the whole dark world shook.
Above the nine heavens, a huge phantom of Buddha appeared looking down at the world.
The Buddha's body is wrapped with golden rules of the road, and he has eighteen thousand rosary beads in his hand. Every time the rosary beads turn, a ray of Buddha's light falls on the vast earth.
Under the Buddha's light, those innocent souls who were illuminated instantly disappeared from this space.
They were delivered away.
In the vast and vast void, the ancient Purana Sutra vibrates like thunder from heaven and earth, holy and compassionate, grand and solemn.
Below, the middle-aged man in green clothes standing on Qinglong's head stood up. He looked at the Buddha covering the sky above his head, and his expression suddenly became solemn.
He gently adjusted his robes, and then bowed to the Buddhist god, "Xue Hanqing will be lucky enough to meet the ancient Buddhist god and listen to the sound of the great road!"
Below, the young monk Lingxu was also shocked by this scene.
He didn't know why the power of Buddha existed in his body.
But he did not expect that the power of the Buddha and God would illuminate the heaven and earth, and in an instant, he would save all the countless souls who died in vain in this land of endless suffering.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, Lingxu also looked at the middle-aged man in green clothes above the green dragon.
I saw that his whole body was bathed in the overwhelming Buddha light.
He is also disappearing.
However, along with it, the majestic mountain like a reclining Buddha, cast by thousands of miles of molten iron, gradually stood up.
Ouch...
At this moment, Qinglong roared.
The broken body of the green dragon stretching thousands of miles was struggling crazily, trying to escape from this place.
Keng.
clang clang.
Keng!
In this world of death, the eighty-one divine chains that bind Qinglong's body are being broken one by one.
This allows the green dragon to roar and take off.
The middle-aged man in green clothes on the blue dragon's head looked up at the Buddha with a smile on his face.
It seems that because of the passing of middle age, Qinglong has gained extra strength, which is like a sacrificial ceremony.
It seems that under the overwhelming mercy of the Buddha, all sentient beings should be free. This caused the eighty-one iron ropes to break one after another.
In the void, a green dragon dances horizontally.
However, it was howling mournfully. He turned around and looked at the disappearing middle-aged man in green, stretched out his huge dragon claws, and wanted to hold it in his palm.
However, it can't do it.
"Old friends, it's finally time to say goodbye!"
The middle-aged man in green had a smile on his face and reached out to pat the huge blue dragon's head. "When this little monk appears to wake us up, it means that your next master should have appeared! Don't be resentful, don't be sad, you can miss me."
, but don’t dislike the new owner!”
"You are the greatest and most powerful Qinglong in the world. With you as your master, he should conquer the nine heavens and become an unparalleled powerhouse!"
Ouch...
In the void, the green dragon screamed sadly, its eyes crying with blood.
The smile on the middle-aged man in Qingyi's face became brighter and brighter. He patted Qinglong's head and touched his forehead with his forehead, "I'm leaving!"
The moment the voice fell, the middle-aged man in Qingyi quickly disappeared.
And in the ears of the young monk Lingxu, the last wild laughter of the middle-aged man in Qingyi also sounded:
"Thousands of years of waiting are just for today's hasty meeting and parting! I believe that one day, you will carry the banner of this world. Remember, my name is Xue Hanqing! The leader of the Qinglong Tribe of Zuojiaming Sect——