Chapter 91 The Bodhisattva crosses sentient beings with low eyebrows
Fawu clasped his hands together and whispered: "Senior brother..."
The inner energy of Fa Zhi flowed into his arms like a tide, and the drumstick hit the drum skin hard. Seeing that the sinister energy was getting stronger and stronger, his inner energy was instilling more and more.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The frequency of Fazhi's beating of the evening drum gradually increased.
As the drumsticks fell like raindrops, a deafening sound sounded, and then only circles of pale golden ripples were seen vibrating, as if to suppress the menacing evil spirit.
However, the evil energy seemed a little sluggish under the impact of the pale golden ripples, and seemed to begin to recede downwards.
An Jing and Tian Cansou did not fight again, but stood in the distance and watched the scene.
Tian Cansou was waiting for the evil energy to rush out, the seal to be broken, and then to take away the spiritual energy under the ground. However, his eyes were always scanning An Jing next to him, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
An Jing, on the other hand, stared at the scene in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Um?!"
An Jing suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the eaves of the Main Hall in the distance.
"Now that you're here, don't be sneaky and hide your head."
He had been engaged in a fierce battle with Tian Cansou just now. He was so focused and concentrated, and a few people deliberately hid themselves, that they really didn't notice the figures in the distance.
"You should be the one hiding your head and showing your tail, right?"
Liu Qingshan chuckled, and his body slowly fell down from the eaves in the distance.
Tianliu was like a shadow, following him inseparably, and the last one to fall was Guo Yuchun.
Guo Yuchun's eyes were fixed on An Jing, filled with murderous intent.
It can be said that many Cao Gang masters died at the hands of An Jing, and Guo Yuchun and Liu Qingshan were also injured by An Jing. It can be said that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
"Who did I ask? It turned out to be Brother Liu." Tian Cansou said with a smile.
"I don't have much friendship with you."
Liu Qingshan waved his hand, then coughed: "Ahem... You came to Jiangnan Road quietly this time just for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at the bottom of the seal, and so do I. In this case, there is no need.
Let’s make friends.”
Tian Cansou still wanted a piece of dough, but Liu Qingshan just tore it open regardless.
"as you wish."
Tian Cansou said coldly, and began to make secret calculations in his heart, whether to win over the swordsman to deal with Liu Qingshan and other Cao Gang masters.
After all, there are many masters coming from the Cao Gang this time, including three masters with first-level cultivation.
Dai Ling frowned. It seems that the chance of obtaining the spiritual energy of the world today is getting smaller and smaller. The three Cao Gang people and the swordsman in front of him are not easy people. There will be a fight when the time comes. Unfortunately, his cultivation level is only
Second grade.
Thinking of this, Dai Ling couldn't help but think of the swordsman who stabbed him in the chest just now. He felt ashamed and angry in his heart. He took note of this revenge and waited to avenge it later.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The beating of the drums was still suppressing the overflowing evil spirit.
Fazhi's body was already wet with sweat. Every time he swung the drumstick, he almost used all his strength. Such huge consumption would be difficult for him to sustain even if he was a master in the Earth Flower Realm.
Not long after, Fazhi's posture was also soaked, and the movements of his hands were a bit slower.
But without the vibration of the drum, the evil spirit has become more unscrupulous, and there is a faint tendency to make a comeback.
When Fazhi saw it, he raised his mind and grabbed the drumstick with his dry hands and beat it hard.
"Boom!"
This thunderous sound forced the sinister energy back again, but Fazhi's face turned red, and his movements were all frightened.
"puff!"
Fazhi saw a blood arrow spraying out, his body tilted, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Host!"
The monks at Faxi Temple were all shocked.
"Senior brother, are you okay?" Fa Wu supported Fa Zhi and asked quickly: "This evening drum consumes too much internal energy. Senior brother, you..."
This dusk drum is a dusk drum left over thousands of years from the ancient Faxi Temple. It is no longer an ordinary dusk drum. Although it can suppress evil spirits, beating this drum consumes a lot of internal energy. If the successors are unable to beat it forcibly, they will inevitably
It hurts the foundation.
"I'm fine..."
Fazhi pushed Fawu away and then picked up the drumstick.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Fazhi struck the evening drum again, and a rich sound arose.
"puff!"
But within two strokes, he spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the bright red blood was directly sprinkled on the drum skin.
"Brother!"
Fawu couldn't help but said: "Let me do it."
"Need not........"
Fazhi just paused, and kept moving his hands. The moment the drumstick fell, golden ripples vibrated out, suppressing the evil energy.
When Fa Wu saw the bright red blood, he felt that his breathing was stagnant.
In front of Pilu Hall, everyone watched Fazhi beating the twilight drum continuously.
They were all waiting, waiting for Monk Fazhi to fall and the evil spirit to completely rush up.
At first, the evil spirit could be suppressed, but soon the evil spirit that overflowed became more and more intense. The black air flow gradually converged into a lake from the original trickle, and the momentum was overwhelming, as if it was going to blow over the round lake.
The moon is covered.
Originally, the golden ripples were able to suppress the Yin and Evil Qi, and then they were equally divided, each occupying half of the country. But now, the Yin and Evil Qi has the upper hand.
An Jing raised his head and looked at the sinister aura, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
"puff!"
The drumstick in Fazhi's hand clicked again, and a blood arrow spurted out. The originally withered face became older, and his eyes seemed to have lost their light.
The drumstick is stained with blood and is too slippery to hold. Judas calls out to suppress the evil!
"Senior brother......"
Fawu looked at the gradually bending back.
"The Buddha said that kindness is about giving happiness. Compassion is about removing suffering. To remove the pain of all living beings and to give happiness to all living beings is compassion."
Dharma Wisdom seems to be talking to Dharma Enlightenment, it seems to be talking to everyone, and it seems to be talking to himself.
"Boom..."
As he spoke, he struck the drumstick against the drum skin with weak force and the sound was much quieter.
Fa Wu was stunned for a moment, then sat down cross-legged.
"Nawu drink na ta na do nayeye, nawu aliyepolu Jiedi, Shuo bo naye......"
He muttered words and recited Buddhist scriptures.
"Amitabha!"
Then in front of Pilu Hall, other monks from Faxi Temple also sat down cross-legged, and followed Fawu behind him in reciting Buddhist sutras.
The golden light was dim, like flowing waves, and apart from the sound of the drums, there was only the sound of the scriptures resounding in the ears of everyone.
An Jing saw it clearly, he knew that Fazhi could not hold on for long.
Fazhi's eyes have lost their divine light, and the drumstick in his hand has become less and less powerful.
"Boom..."
Fazhi could no longer hold the drumstick, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the ground.
The evil energy surged and surged, as if it had turned into a vast ocean and lake.
"The seal is about to be broken."
Tian Cansou's eyes narrowed and his heart moved.
Liu Qingshan looked at Fazhi's figure and sighed, "Master Fazhi, do you know that this is just a wrong persistence of yours."
The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.
"boom!"
The entire Sanmiao Mountain seemed to be trembling, and the evil energy soaring into the sky could no longer be contained. The vast water surged in, as if the entire Sanmiao Mountain was swallowed up.
Such an astonishing aura made An Jing think of the evil aura formed by countless military souls buried underground, which still lingers for a long time.
If the evil spirit reaches the sky, there will be blood.
The same is true for evil spirits.
It won't be a disaster for all living beings, but there will definitely be disasters within dozens of miles of Sanmiao Mountain.
I saw the fragments of the Buddha statue with Buddhist rhymes in front of the Pilu Hall disintegrating into gravel in an instant, and then the golden light emitted by the dusk drum was swallowed up in an instant.
After the evil spirit swallowed up the golden light, it rushed towards Fa Zhi and Mu Gu like a roaring flood.
Dharma Wisdom raised his head and looked at the evil aura that filled the sky. His expression was neither happy nor sad, "Dependent origination is extinguished. Dependent origination is empty. Gains and losses depend on conditions, and the heart does not increase or decrease..."
He stood under the dusk drum and left his last verse. His body was like a boat in the storm, gradually melting into the evil spirit.
"Brother!"
Fawu opened his eyes and shouted loudly.
And the wisdom of Dharma was completely submerged in the evil spirit and melted into the darkness.
"Senior brother, what does passing away mean?"
"Nirvana is the way home."
"Homecoming?"
"It's the beginning of life."
........
Fa Wu's heart was trembling, and he was still thinking about what Fa Zhi had said.
All the monks present at Faxi Temple lowered their heads and looked sad.
"That bald donkey is too persistent." Tian Cansou couldn't help but sigh.
"Knowing the outcome but still persisting, how many people in this world can do it?" Dai Ling also sighed, "This Dharma wisdom is worthy of the Eighteen Arhats, truly a generation of eminent monks."
The abbot of Faxi Temple, the Eighteen Arhats of the Pure Land, the master of condensing earth flowers, and the master of Dharma and Wisdom who was blessed by countless reputations, died like this.
Everyone present was a little sad.
"Wait!" Liu Qingshan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Um!?"
An Jing's heart moved when he looked at the black energy machine.
The next moment, the golden light in the black Qi machine was seen, just like the dazzling sunlight in the dark night, and everyone couldn't help but use their inner strength to block it.
"This is....."
Seeing this, a trace of surprise appeared in Fa Wu's eyes, "Did Senior Brother not only survive but also have an epiphany?"
In Zen Buddhism, practicing martial arts and Buddhism are closely related to each other. Learning the corresponding martial arts naturally requires relatively advanced Buddhism.
Arhat is the fruition status of the Pure Land of the Western Regions. Only those who have cultivated Buddhism to a certain level and have reached a certain level of strength can be called Arhat.
Above the Arhat status are Vajra and Bodhisattva.
The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and shows compassion to the six realms. The Vajra's angry eyes subdue demons and demons.
But if you want to reach the higher level of fruition, Buddhism has to go to another level.
Even if there are many masters and eminent monks in the Pure Land, they will only appear as Bodhisattvas or Vajras within a few decades.
Feeling the golden light emerging, the next moment, the evil energy shrank crazily from the ground.
The tide of evil spirits receded, and the world became clear. Only a golden relic was left in mid-air, shining brightly for a moment.
Just today.
Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows to save all sentient beings!