Chapter nine hundred and thirteen: Compared with Laojun, the wisdom of Pindao is really too shallow
On the southern foot of Yudujin Mountain, a sea of fire was burning.
In the center of the sea of fire, a palace lantern is appearing and disappearing, rising and falling. A heart-shaped flame is burning quietly in the center of the palace lantern. The flame is even, sometimes green, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes purple, with crystal clear colors.
Changeable.
"Pochi, Bhimachitara..."
A tall monk with a gentle face who looked very similar to a Buddha statue was making secrets with his hands, driving a vajra suspended in the air that shone with purple, gold and red auspicious light, and said anxiously.
"Leave quickly!"
As the monk spoke, countless golden flowers appeared out of thin air from the auspicious light, and then scattered and fell, making a roaring explosion sound, blasting a way out of the sea of fire.
"Why bother running around?"
At this moment, a joking voice came from the other side of the sea of fire.
"We are already dying. Wouldn't it be better to open our eyes before death?"
Following the words, I saw the body of a handsome Taoist priest in white standing on the other side of the sea of fire slowly floating up, bowing to the palace lantern in the sea of fire.
"I would like to invite the Supreme Patriarch Bajinggong Lantern Tusitahuo!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flame of the palace lantern floating in the sea of fire suddenly trembled, and then a wishful-looking lantern exploded with a pop, emitting five-color strange light.
The next moment, the wishful-shaped lantern fell directly from the flame of the palace lantern and began to grow rapidly. In less than two breaths, the wishful lantern had already reached a height of ten feet. The surrounding sea of fire was driven by the lantern.
, the fire suddenly spread.
"Mo, Sa Fu, Tao Tao is cheating on the emperor, Wei Mo is binding Mu Qi, Sa Fu is ah, dark and dumb!"
After seeing this magical scene, Bimalaksha did not dare to be careless, and immediately held the mantra to strengthen the power of the vajra in his hand. Then the auspicious light emanating from the vajra in his hand increased instantly, and the golden vajra that appeared
The flowers also became more and more dense, blocking out the surging sea of fire.
At this moment, the Ruyi lantern flower that had expanded to the limit exploded instantly and dispersed into sparks of various colors, sparkling and flying from the sea of fire.
boom!
As soon as these sparks collided with the golden flowers emanating from the vajra offered by Bimalaksha, a loud explosion sound suddenly erupted. In an instant, there were thousands of rays of light, and the sparks dispersed by the explosion transformed into
Blossoming five-color flames danced up and down like rolling waves, seemingly endless.
In less than a breath, the passage of the sea of fire that had been blasted by the vajra was blocked again, and this time the sea of fire was even mixed with billions of five-color spiritual flames, which blocked Bima holding the vajra.
Luo Cha and others were pressed tightly into the sea of fire.
"Hahaha……"
After seeing this scene in front of him, the Taoist priest in white suddenly laughed in victory.
"Master Bimalaksha, have you seen the true meaning of our Taoism that two is born, two is born three, and three is born all things?"
"..."
In response to the white-robed Taoist's words, Bimalaksha, who had transformed into the form of Buddha, no longer cared about answering, because all his energy was now focused on maintaining the situation in front of him.
Although it seems that there are only some five-color flames added to the sea of fire around him now, and there is not much difference from before, but in fact, compared with the current five-color flames, the deep red mortal fire before is almost the same.
It can be calculated in detail.
"Mo, Sa Fu, Tao Tao is cheating on the emperor, Wei Mo is binding Mu Qi, Sa Fu is ah, dark and dumb!"
Bimalaksha held the vajra in both hands and recited the mantra over and over in his mouth. All the mana in his body was poured into the vajra in his hand without hesitation, maintaining the three-color auspicious light.
On his side, the golden flowers continuously pouring out of the auspicious light clash with the surrounding five-color spiritual flames.
"such a pity!"
Looking at Bimalaksha who was still resisting in the sea of fire with his vajra in hand, Kong Qing, a Taoist priest in white, sighed slightly.
"Pindao's strength is still too weak. He can only activate one lantern flower from the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern. If he can have one more lantern, or even directly release the Tusita Fire... that one blow from Pindao just now can send him to bliss!
"
Having said this, Kong Qing shook his head helplessly.
"Fortunately, Pindao had predicted before that a lantern flower might not be able to deal with the opponent, so he still made several preparations..."
As he spoke, Kong Qing's fingers had already landed on the brocade bag outside the Taoist crown above his head.
"Master Bimalaksha, I will let you, the fake Great Sun Tathagata, see the real light of the rising sun today!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Bimalacha couldn't help but glance at him strangely, but he only saw the other person's fingers hooking on the top of his head, and the next moment, a dazzling light burst out from the other person's head,
It instantly blinded him.
Bimalaksha closed his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Damn it! The old monk is careless..."
Bimalacha took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"After hearing his words, the old monk should have thought of his magic weapon... But fortunately, the old monk is now activating the power of the vajra to protect himself. Even if he can't see, it can be regarded as
Protect yourself! And it is said that his magic weapon has a certain range. If it doesn't work, the old monk can activate the vajra and rush out quickly, but..."
Bimalaksha sighed silently in his heart.
"...In this case, these Shura will inevitably be buried in the sea of fire, and other Shura will be fine. Po Zhi and Bhimazhitara are Shura kings who have been trained by the old monk with great effort, and they will die like this.
It would be such a pity here.”
Thinking of this, Bimalaksha, who had originally planned to rush out of the sea of fire, suddenly hesitated.
"If the old monk had to wait a little longer, maybe this subtle flame wouldn't last long?"
Of course Kong Qing didn't know what Bimalacha was thinking, but after showing the golden cloud crown and shaking Bimalacha so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, he observed the other party for a few seconds and found that Bimalacha had no intention of leaving those things behind.
After Shura planned to leave, he immediately took out something like a horse statue from his arms with a smile, and handed it to the little milk cat on his shoulder.
"Little guy, it's still the same rules for a while, don't worry about the red ones, just kick the poor ones if they are black."
The little milk cat raised its head and rolled its eyes at Kong Qing, then stood up, used its two short legs to hold the horse statue that looked bigger than it in its arms, and answered impatiently.
"Ouch!"
"Hey hey hey..."
After hearing the little cat's promise, Kong Qing laughed evilly, and then took out four bullets and a revolver from his sleeves.
Katcha!
After pressing three black and one red bullets into the gun chamber, Kong Qing raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation and shot himself. Then he saw a dark bullet shoot out from the muzzle.
It hit his chest with a snap, and a cloud of black mist shot out three times from the place where the gun hit, and then enveloped Kong Qing.
"It's actually black again... strange! It's a 25% chance. Why can't Pindao hit it so many times?"
Kong Qing was speechless, tilting his head and nuzzling the little kitten with his head.
"Little guy, do it!"
Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, the little milk cat swung its paws, and the horse statue's front legs hit Kong Qing's face directly.
Whoosh!
The moment the horse statue kicked Kong Qing, Kong Qing's body, which was still shrouded in black mist, suddenly flashed with red light, and his whole body suddenly became radiant.
"Hehehe... good luck and good fortune! But do you have to kick me so hard every time, little guy?"
The little cat rolled her eyes at Kong Qing and replied with disdain.
"Ouch!"
"What, you said that the key effect of kicking is obvious...Is this the case? Forget it, I believe you!"
As he spoke, Kong Qing rubbed his face, which was hit by the horse statue, with his hands. He tilted his head and looked at Bimalasha, who was still holding a vajra in the light of the golden cloud crown and a serious look on his face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
.
"Great monk, poor Taoist man is lucky now, let's bet on your luck!"
With that said, Kongchen Kacha made another black bullet into the revolver, and then took aim at Bimalacha who was standing in the sea of fire.
boom!
A black bullet shot out directly and instantly hit Bimalacha's body. A layer of black mist rose up and covered his body.
"OK! Doom is upon us... Sure enough, this is how this gun must be used."
As he spoke, Kong Qing casually stuffed the revolver and the horse statue into the demon refining pot, then turned his hand and pulled out a robot that was only about ten centimeters long, wearing green clothes, and looking a bit ugly.
"Before Pindao, I was still thinking about how this thing could be used in battle, but I didn't expect... It seems that compared to Laojun, Pindao's wisdom is still too shallow!"
As he said this, Kong Qing casually took out ten cents of money from his pocket and planned to stuff it into the hole on the back of the little robot. But just when the money was placed next to the entrance, Kong Qing suddenly stopped again.
"Well! The other side is facing bad luck, so it seems that I can do something else..."
As he said that, Kong Qing's spiritual mind once again probed into the demon refining pot. After rummaging through it for a while, he took out a gold brick and stuffed it into the paw of the little milk cat on his shoulder, whispering mysteriously.
said.
"Little guy, take the gold brick to the monk and wait for him. As soon as he falls, hit him with a brick on the back of the head!"
"..."
The little milk cat silently raised its head and looked at Kong Qing.
How could this stupid human being be so talented at causing mischief?
"Go quickly, little one!"
Seeing that the little milk cat didn't move, Kong Qing raised his hand again and stroked its head.
"Remember, don't give Pindao face. You must be ruthless. It's best to hit him with a brick and give him a concussion...Pindao will mobilize the Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns to help you move away!"