Han Chang wanted to ask this, but he couldn't. The scene in front of them exceeded their imagination and caught them both by surprise. But just when the light softened slightly and Xie Zhe slowly lowered his arm,
The answer gradually emerged in his mind. He almost forgot that someone had reminded him earlier that they... carried important magic weapons with them.
The light did not dissipate, but it frightened everyone present - including the dead. This light had a kind of power. It carried the spiritual pressure of an unquestionable command, washing away the depravity of the good and suppressing the evil.
The evil thoughts of the person.
That's, that's...
A piece of white lotus scattered away, and the outline that emerged from the light was the Six Paths of Impermanence named Qingyang Chukong Mutsuki-kun. When this familiar face became clear, an indescribable touch made them almost excited
shed tears.
Saved. This was my first thought.
Survival is human's instinct, so it's no wonder that their second thought was to lament Mutsuki-kun's appearance. So at this time Han Sheng also remembered that a long time ago, Utsuki-kun had delivered important things to them.
That is Mutsuki-kun's hair.
The figure born in the light is so energetic and radiant. His green cassock is clean, like new, but you can see the traces of years of wear. The black rosary beads on his chest are gone, but there are more in his hands.
A string of white ones, while the other hand was holding the tin stick he often used. He had a kind smile on his face, just like in the past. When the bamboo hat was slowly taken off, the two found that his hair had changed.
Much shorter.
Everyone knows that Mutsuki-kun is a monk who practices Buddhism. For him, he is still on a long road of spiritual practice with no end in sight. But he has separated himself from his body. What does his appearance look like?
It is no longer important. As the saying goes, meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and it remains in Buddha's heart. I don't know how long ago, he has reached this state.
But for the six realms of impermanence, the growth of hair is controllable. He doesn't know where it came from, but it must be related to the part he left behind. This part of the hair was sacrificed to this "magic", so he no longer
He has black and beautiful black hair like a waterfall. His current appearance has diluted his original elegant and easy-going temperament, but this refreshing and capable look has given the two of them great encouragement.
"You're okay!" Xie Zhe shouted, "It's really, really great! We've always wanted to see you again -"
Mutsuki-kun slowly fell to the ground. Before his toes touched the ground, the dark ashes scattered lightly in all directions. Hanshang looked at his wrist and couldn't help but think about the origin of the bracelet. Mutsuki-kun used them to be familiar and gentle.
The voice said:
"I know you two must have many questions. Let's explain...after everything calms down."
Of course - they knew what the most important thing was. Turning around, the two were surprised to find that white lotus flowers and flower vines tightly bound Feng. No wonder, when they were immersed in the surprise of being lost and found, the bad guy
The child did not take the opportunity to attack them and take their lives. However, the vines that bound him gradually cracked and he soon lost control.
Mutsuki-kun opened his fingers and slid the white beads to his wrist. He took out the prayer wheel and muttered something in his mouth. The prayer wheel inlaid with seven treasures was spinning, and the mantra seemed to flow out of it, filling the burning flames like smoke.
In the middle of the army, those who were still breathing suddenly dropped their weapons, and one or two of them tightly covered their ears. They looked very painful, as if a knife had been drilled into their own ears.
eardrum.
The two of them stayed in place, watching them running around like crazy. Some were shouting, and some were kneeling down to beg for mercy, but they didn't know what kind of enemy they encountered. I'm afraid the scriptures had an effect - the prayer wheel turned once.
The merit is like seeing thousands of Buddhas. It is said that it has the effect of purifying all diseases and obstacles of evil spirits. Those polluted parts of the living are purified, but they are still persistent, and the rationality of the living is in conflict with them.
Engage in fierce struggle.
They will be fine... I don't know why, as long as Mutue-kun is here, Xie Zhe has such confidence.
A red luster passed over the cut blood seal throat. Its color was so vivid at this moment, as if blood would drip from it at any time. A cold light flashed through, and all the restraints around the killing evil spirit were released. Feng's desire to attack
Even more intense, this is Han Sang Bu Xi
He wanted to see what he saw. He immediately cast a spell to rekindle the blue flames. He didn't want to do this, but the reason was the same as Xie Zhe's: as long as Mu Yue-kun was around, his heart would always remain peaceful. And this tranquility gave
He constrains—it locks away reason.
The two of them were so awake and felt so relaxed. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the physical pain caused by the previous battle had completely subsided. The blue flames did stop the killing pace. Xie Zhe knew that Han Shangyang was not able to kill him this time.
She didn't want his life, she just didn't let him move forward. Mutsuki-kun even contained their restlessness and murderous intention, but it seemed that it was far from enough to stop Kaede at this level.
"Your previous flames have restricted and modified Shiranui's original demonic power. Shiranui that has not been fully burned is the orange-red color of ordinary flames. It's good that you have this awareness, otherwise you would have been possessed by the out-of-control demonic thoughts.
Instead."
"I... didn't want to hurt anyone." Han Shang said with difficulty, "I hurt some people because I wanted to protect others."
"I don't comment on your ideas. You may not have anything to do with Buddhism now, but that doesn't mean you are wrong." Mutsuki-kun smiled lightly, "This is your way of existence. Otherwise, you would even have difficulty maintaining it."
So far. Leave the rest to me."
Mutsuki-kun waved his tin staff, and the cold flames were changed in color. From a distance and from the roots, they turned into a warm color again. But it was not as hot as vermilion, but a shining golden color.
This light made Han Zhang feel nostalgic...it was like the color passing by when warming wine casts a spell.
The flame is like consciousness. It blooms on the ground, burning away all the darkness and dust of corpses. They are washed away from filth, purified, and ushered in eternal peace. And the surrounding flames also change their texture. They don't
What we do know is that if we look at it from the sky at this time, the pattern of flames on the ground looks like a golden lotus.
Feng held the knife, and black and red light hovered around him. He approached step by step, as if he didn't know what fear was. His eyes were too scary, and had nothing to do with a child or a human being. But even so, Xie Ze
Still tremblingly said:
"If, if possible... I don't want that child's life..."
"It depends on his luck." Mutsuki-kun's tone was emotionless, "There are some things we can't do anything about."
But do your best. They clearly heard the underlying meaning.
Mutsuki-kun took two steps forward with firm steps, and then stopped. He said to the two people behind him:
"I will cast a spell... which may have an uncomfortable effect on the monsters. But I think Mr. Zhongli should be able to withstand this test."
"As long as I can survive this disaster, I will thank you before it's too late."
"good."
His voice was soft, like a flower bud gently poking out of the water, or like petals falling out of the water with ripples.
Mutsuki-kun raised one hand, with the white rosary hanging on his wrist. He closed his eyes and whispered some mantra in his mouth. This voice was easily swallowed up by the noisy army, but Mutsuki-kun remained unmoved. Soon
, he suddenly opened his eyes and at the same time knocked the tin stick in his hand hard on the ground.
At that moment, all the remaining dust dispersed in all directions. A kind of golden and white ripples swept across the land. It was clear that what he was knocking was the dull land, but what they heard was very much like the music from a distant temple.
The sound of the bell is ringing. The sound is rich and distant, enough to make people forget all their troubles and pain at this moment.
But soon, Han Chang felt strong discomfort - just as Mutsuki-kun said, his chest was extremely depressed, as if huge stones fell from the sky, crushing his body together with the earth. There was clearly no light in front of him, but he
All I can see is vastness
white. The light in front of you bursts one after another, exploding in different places in your field of vision, just like... like raindrops falling on a calm pool, you never know which part will cause ripples. The bells turn into tinnitus, one after another.
Constantly echoing and overlapping.
Han Zhang felt nauseous, almost vomiting on the spot, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't vomit anything. It was as if such filthy things were not allowed to pollute the earth in front of him.
He wanted to struggle, howl, and escape from this place where the Buddha's light shone.
Xie Zhe noticed something strange about him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Although this powerful spell did not have much impact on him, he did not feel relaxed. On the contrary, he was also shocked by the sight that Han Shan could not see in front of him.
——There seems to be only gold between heaven and earth.
These golden colors are not the same, either deep or light, bright or dark, showing an indescribable sense of layering. They are layered on top of each other, one wave after another, erupting from under your feet and rushing from all directions. They collide and stir.
, piled up to form tall outlines like mountains. Even though they look bright and transparent, people clearly feel that they are some kind of entity with weight.
They heard screams - screams one after another. The seven orifices of all the dead burst out with white light, as if something was burning inside them, and then merged with the light. The dead twisted and disappeared one by one.
, dissolved in the faint sound of chanting. Even the evil angel who killed was snatched away by the powerful force. The blade in his hand was cut and his throat was cut and bounced away, while he knelt on the ground and let out an indescribable sound.
, a sharp and piercing cry.
Who is chanting? Too many, too many people... too many mouths opening their mouths at the same time, making out what sounds like one person. What is chanting? Xie Zhe seems to recognize it. He also clearly followed Mu Yuejun when he was a child.
Read it. The voice is getting louder and louder.
, one wave after another like a tsunami. Although there was no physical scene, Xie Zhe clearly felt that countless Buddha statues towering into the sky were surrounding them layer by layer. In such scriptures and chanting, all filthy things
None can escape their discernment.
This is called the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chao Zong.