Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three The Unreal Gentleman
at the same time!
In front of the white-robed Bodhisattva and hundreds of Buddhas, there is a mirror of Buddha's light that is transformed by the Buddhist magical power [Heavenly Eyes] and is a thousand meters long. It is spotless and suspended in the air.
The content on the mirror is clearly that the decent men in Black Heart City have become polluters and are being rounded up and killed.
There is also a life-and-death fight between the colorful 10,000-meter demon haze and the 10,000-meter demon tide.
Regarding this sudden change, not only the three immortals, Lord Laizhuang, Master Mowu and Master Molang, are paying attention.
Even the Buddhist Cave Heaven is there!
Everything has its own destiny!
Although the emergence of the demon tide exceeds Buddhist expectations, overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
Although it is somewhat intended to alert the snake.
but!
It's harmless. The dispute between Buddha and Demon is never secretive. They have different positions and incompatible ideas, and they are destined to be each other's enemies.
The battle between Buddha and Demon has always been about top-level combat power, and it is a game and calculation between high-level officials.
The butt determines the head, and the level of the immortal determines that the opponent is also an immortal. In the eyes of the white-shirted Bodhisattva, her opponents have always only been the three of them: the King of Tears, the Demonic Immortal, and the Demonic Wolf.
If she can wipe out an immortal-level warrior, then the balance of victory will naturally tilt.
The wise eyes of the white-robed Bodhisattva are closed, filled with boundless Zen thoughts and myriad thoughts...
now!
The Demonic Immortal was forced to take action by the demonic tide, and was surrounded by misfortunes. It was inevitable that he would lose some energy.
Although this is not painful or itchy for the immortal, the state will inevitably be affected to some extent.
after all!
The power of the demonic tide is also outstanding. It can fight the immortals head-on, so it should not be underestimated.
Moreover, there is also the fierce observation of the Demonic Wolf Immortal and the King of Tears, which is something that Mo Lu needs to worry about.
Look ahead and look behind, tie your hands and feet!
As time goes by, even the Demonic Immortal will reveal some trump cards to balance the situation.
The white-shirted Bodhisattva was happy to see this scene!
even!
She very much hopes that the King of Tears from the Void Sea and the Demonic Wolf Immortal from the Night Demon clan will end up together. No matter what the outcome of the fight between the three tigers is, it will be good news for Buddhism.
only!
They did this deliberately, to show their weakness to their enemies and to seduce Buddhism from darkness to light.
It’s hard to say whether it’s still a really hard fight or not…
If not necessary!
Buddhism will not act rashly, expose the truth, and suffer losses.
And among the hundreds of Buddhas at the feet of the Bodhisattva!
A master named Guangwu, with pure and profound Buddha light all over his body and two white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, stands proudly.
His clear eyes were deep and steady, and Mu Ran said: "Amitabha!"
A profound Buddha's name attracted the attention of hundreds of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
"Amitabha!"
Master Guangwu performed a Buddhist salute to the Bodhisattva: "Pure Good Passing Bodhisattva, a person in this Buddha realm may be a son of the Buddha."
"Master Zhendao and I have fully explained the cause and effect."
"And Master Zhendao is also on his way to Black Heart City. He will arrive in less than half an hour."
"I wonder, what are the thoughts of Bodhisattva Pure Goodness?"
"As for the Buddha, can you save him?"
"Do we need to take action?"
Master Guangwu stated the problem silently, his bright eyes under his white eyebrows unable to make up his mind or take action.
At this moment, Buddhist planning is controlled by the Bodhisattva Pure Goodness.
The master is a teacher, the strong one is respected!
The Bodhisattva Pure Good Passion has great wisdom and great Buddha mind.
Therefore!
Hundreds of Buddhas are also willing to act according to the wisdom of Bodhisattva, and are recognized as elders.
In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda Realm, there is actually no defined superior-subordinate relationship between Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas.
Even a novice monk can still preach to the Buddha.
The master is a teacher. If you have reached the Buddha's heart, realm, and strength, you will automatically gain the respect and status you deserve, and others will listen and think about what you say.
Master Guangwu's eyebrows are fluttering at this moment. He and Master Zhendao have a good personal relationship, and it is reasonable to ask this question at this moment.
moment!
"Amitabha!"
There was a deep sense of Zen, but Ruyang Huier's Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the Bodhisattva Pure Goodness passed away looked into the Buddha's mirror, and saw that he had become a monster that polluted.
His wise eyes flashed, and he recited the Buddha's words: "At this moment, there is no chance to reveal Buddhism."
"Still waiting!"
"Since the real sword has already gone to Black Heart City, let him go and cut off the cause and effect."
"Whether it's right or wrong, just do whatever you want."
"Since the Buddha has become a polluter, his soul and consciousness have been completely polluted, and it was Lord Lei Zhuang himself who took action."
"The sea of suffering is so boundless, it is difficult to save the Buddha, less than 10%!"
"If the pollution of the void and the sea were easily eliminated, then our Buddhist sect would not have so many Buddhas, Arhats, Venerables, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas who would have died and passed away."
Amidst the bursts of Sanskrit sounds and golden lotuses descending from the sky...
"Amitabha, the old monk understands." Master Guangwu pondered for a moment and nodded, with a sad look on his old face.
The faces of the hundreds of Buddhists around him also looked a little gloomy.
Buddhist practitioners travel to all realms to save the world, save others, and save themselves!
As I travel around the world, I always have to deal with the Apostles of the End and the Polluters.
The Polluters can be called the absolute enemies of life and death. They are formed by the malicious pollution of the void sea.
It is even more difficult to put down the butcher's knife if we cannot quantify it.
even!
Even the most basic communication is filled with gibberish that can contaminate people, and the words spoken are even more messy and inconsistent.
Every part of the body is a weapon of war designed to kill and pollute, and it will basically fight to the death.
Buddhism wants to pull the polluter out of the sea of suffering, but he can't find his hand there, it's numb.
And the final apostle...
Almost every Buddhist has a deep impression on the Apostle of the End, and it is difficult to forget it.
All realms are divided into light and dark sides, which complement each other.
The final apostles are a bunch of poor people driven crazy by the dark side of the world.
even!
There are very few among the final apostles who are born with great demons, are evil in nature, and have deep demonic roots.
From good to crazy, it is sighing.
Facing the final apostle, whether he is practicing Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, he has a very complicated feeling in his heart.
Unlike the polluters who cannot be converted, the Final Apostle refuses to be converted.
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly!
A profound Zen Buddha's call resounded throughout the Buddhist caves, ringing in the ears of all the Buddhas as solemn and majestic as a Honglu bell.
The Bodhisattva Pure Good Passion observes people with his wise eyes and recites the Buddha's words: "Everyone, there are thousands of causes and effects, and the Buddha's mind has already saved them. You have become attached to each other."
"wake up……'
"Amitabha!"
When all the Buddhas chanted the Buddha's name in unison, it was like a blow to the head, which made the brain clear and the whole body clear.
For those who pollute, the existence of the ultimate apostle is no longer confused. A Buddha's heart saves the world, saves others, and saves oneself.
All demonic obstacles and confusion turn into a boat of suffering, and you can cross yourself and reach the other shore.
Just a moment!
The Buddha's heart of Guangwu and other Buddhas is more stable, and his Zen is more far-reaching. It is no less than experiencing a baptism of rebirth.
See this!
Bodhisattva Pure Goodness Shang smiled slightly, like a golden lotus blooming. Although his appearance could not be seen clearly, it was still clear and peaceful: "How good!"
"The matter has come to this, whether to save or not to save, whether to kill or not depends on the real sword's own decision."
"In the battle between Buddha, demon, and void, we still need to focus on the overall situation!"
Master Guangwu and all the Buddhas nodded slightly to show their respect: "Amitabha!"
Master Guangwu said nothing. After this question, the cause and effect between him and Zhang Youde was severed and there was no longer any involvement.
Life or death depends on what the real sword master wants.
after all!
Everything must be done within one's ability. The plans of various forces that transcend the world are complicated and complex. The overall situation of Buddhism is far beyond the imagination of a young monk like him.
even!
It is normal for Buddhism for a Buddhist to feed demons with his body in front of the general situation.
Master Guangwu shook his head, got rid of distracting thoughts, silently looked at the Buddhist mirror, and paid attention to the scene in Black Heart City.
.....
At this moment, in the center of Black Heart City, a gentleman rushed into the descendants of the Black Heart Devil clan.
Thousands of despairing hands formed from negative emotions stretched out from all over the body in vain. They bloomed like a deformed flower.
Each petal is a monster formed by hundreds of desperate hands.
Visible to the naked eye!
Each hand of despair has a boneless arm as slender as a snake, with dark blood vessels clearly visible. The arm can easily bend into various difficult and deformed movements.
There are pits and fresh scars on the arms, with flesh and blood turned out, knife wounds, sword wounds, fire wounds, drowning, lightning strikes, poisonous rot... Each one is different, like a baby's little mouth, flowing out gurgling.
The blood of despair.
at the same time!
The hands of despair have palms like cattails, five claws like hooks, the skin is cracked and pus-filled, and the slender nails are filled with substantial negative pollution.
Surrounded by the descendants of the Black Heart Demon clan...
Nowadays, gentlemen have become more monsters than monsters. Just looking at them is an absolute visual pollution and very scary.
"Hungry..."
The hands of despair all over his body were waving indiscriminately and painfully in the crowd, spraying out droplets of black and gray blood of despair like a water gun.
Every drop of this desperate blood is comparable to a plague virus. Once contaminated, it will be contaminated and corrode the body, mind, and soul.
The Hands of Despair are like living creatures that do not need the control of a gentleman, consciously extending their arms to grab the living creatures around them.
In an instant!
Every desperate hand on the gentleman's body stretched to about seven or eight meters, and his whole body swelled into a deformed monster that oozed pus and spurted blood, without any human appearance at all.
And as the gentleman becomes more familiar with the body of the polluter, a whole world of negative emotions begin to escape from his body...
So rich that it turns into substance!
With the Gentleman as the center, in a radius of about thirty meters, there is a dark, foggy layer of negative emotions that begins to spread outward, eating away at all life.
Such a change!
The younger generation of the Black-Hearted Devil clan were caught off guard. They were all in shock. Seventeen of them were accidentally grabbed by the hand of despair by the neck of fate.
"Ahhhh..."
"Monster, let me go!"
"It hurts!"
Visible to the naked eye!
Seventeen descendants of the Black-Hearted Demon Clan, all the demonic energy in their bodies was contaminated by the babble and disappeared.
Being watered and corroded by the gurgling blood of despair.
Their bodies and necks gradually began to fester, and their consciousness began to blur and go crazy. When the magic weapon in their hands was slashed with all their strength, they could only make a scar.