The dark purple Beiluo Zixiao was stuck on the ground. Yiyun pressed his head. The fingers he pressed turned white, but the pain of the headache still did not relieve. He stuffed a stand-in doll on Xiao Shaoxing's body.
On the way to explore the ability of Selfless Artistic Concept for the second time, I picked up under the fallen leaf cliff. I don’t know if they belong to the two stand-in dolls that I remember. “If you can’t make it through, I will kill you. But, try your best to struggle when you can.
"
Xiao Shasha didn't speak anymore, and she didn't have the clear consciousness to speak again. Her left hand couldn't move, and it was held tightly by Yiyun. Her legs were tightly clamped, and they were rubbing and twisting involuntarily.
, not caring about the severely injured and weak body at this moment.
Xixia City, in the middle of residential buildings.
The monk raised his arms above his head, and his whole body shone with golden light.
"Amitabha, my compassionate Buddha, all five aggregates are empty..."
The golden light was bright, and the next moment, the monk disappeared, and the golden light also disappeared.
The golden light shines and converges.
The monk appeared outside Xixia City. He stood on the bright red earth. The surrounding woods were stained like graffiti, with blood red covering areas of varying sizes. The remains of corpses on the ground were in horrible shapes. They were broken into many pieces.
The long sword of the Wudang Sect was cut off, declaring the owner's belonging in life. The wind blew by, mixed with a strong fishy smell, and a little bit of hair, less than an inch long, fluttered and flew up, filling a large area of the sky...
"Amitabha, I have heard that at one time the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, teaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, all the indescribable Buddhas in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, as well as the great Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas, came to assemble to praise Sakyamuni Buddha.
, can survive the evil world of the five turbidities..." The monk recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra and walked through the red woods. Along the way, the messy murderous aura left over from the killings of the Soul-Eating Sword Formation seemed to be attracted by a powerful force.
sunk into the ground...
The gurgling water was a bright red, and I don’t know how many people died in the river.
The monk went up the river, and the river became more and more fierce. When he reached the pool under the waterfall, the sound of the rumbling waterfall almost covered everything.
At the edge of the pool under the waterfall, Xiao Shasha opened her mouth in pain. She had completely lost her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break away from Yiyun. Her legs were kicking wildly and occasionally.
He rubbed against Yiyun's legs and feet, but was unable to cause any substantial damage. "Let me go, let me go! Please, give me... I want a man, I want a man, a man——!" Xiao Shasha cried.
Screaming hysterically... The deep purple northern sky was inserted into the ground, emitting a faint light.
"Amitabha, why don't you save her?" The monk walked over and squatted next to Xiao Shasha, with a compassionate expression on his face.
Yiyun looked at the monk without saying a word. His head still hurt badly. He was in unbearable pain, but the monk smiled. "Amitabha, the donor has given up his murderous intention. He can save himself and save others, and he can become a Buddha in an instant.
Time. As the saying goes, you can lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, and this is the most suitable thing for a donor."
Yiyun pulled out the sword, and the sharp blade was flowing with rich deep purple light. The sword head was facing the throat of Xiao Shasha, who had lost his mind.
"Amitabha, if the donor can save her, why would he rather kill her? The donor is patient, but the donor is willing to give up?" The monk frowned. His tone was serious and his words sounded, but it always made people feel a bit joking.
"The monk can save me or not. If the monk is willing to give up, I will give up even more." Before Beiluo Zixiao moved, the monk had already stretched out his hand and clamped the sword with two fingers. The monk sighed. "Amitabha, the donor is really willing to give up. Why is the donor willing to give up?"
"
The monk's power is so powerful that he can't push Beiluo Zixiao down with just two fingers. Yi Yun judged that even the golden-robed disciples of Sword Buddha couldn't do this kind of skill. "Instead of watching her become possessed,
It's better to free her." The monk smiled. "Amitabha, the donor is an evil Buddha. It is difficult to become a Buddha, and it is also difficult to become an evil Buddha. A Buddha wants all four elements to be empty, and an evil Buddha also wants all four elements to be empty. It is not easy for the donor to pass the compassion test. The donor wants to kill him.
To free her from the evil fate of being possessed by demons, the monk must be compassionate."
The monk let go of Yiyun's sword, sat cross-legged and meditated upright, put his palms together, his expression suddenly became pious, and recited the 'Exorcism Mantra'. Yiyun had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but the real practitioner
I only have to meditate in silence, because instead of learning and combing the complex, it is better to learn and specialize. In order to understand the seal and save myself, specialization is of course faster and easier than the complex. I have only seen the exorcism spell, but I have never practiced it. Originally, I was not interested in Buddhism.
Therefore, practice closed-mouthed meditation, because it is suitable for closed-mouthed meditation. Many Buddhist methods need to be practiced in practical applications to improve quickly. Exorcism mantras, meditation mantras, demon-conquering mantras, etc. all fall into this category.
The power of the exorcism spells cast by monks is much more powerful than the ordinary exorcism spells used in cities to calm people's emotions and sadness. Many people in the world who encounter great tragedy and know the power of Buddhism will spend money to find specialized NPC monks.
, listening to an exorcism spell can calm your mood for a certain period of time. The degree of recovery of grief varies according to the NPC monk's Buddhist practice, and the duration of maintenance varies. After the duration has passed, you have to listen to it again, every time
The one-time cost is very expensive, so most people in the world will not spend this money. Some people say that it is like the illusion brought by the poppy. It is beautiful for a while, but after it is beautiful, you can't leave it, because leaving it is...
In the face of pain and suffering, many people simply believe in Buddhism and redeem themselves, as if they can grow poppies to satisfy themselves.
Monks in ordinary cities are absolutely unable to expel the aphrodisiac effect of yin and yang artistic conception, because the level of Buddhist cultivation is far from enough. Even the aphrodisiac effect of novice disciples in the Holy Land of Demons, not many monks in temples can expel it, let alone elixirs.
Fairy is the master of the Yin and Yang Sect.
But this monk can, really can, and very quickly.
Not long after reciting the sutra, Xiao Shasha's rationality gradually returned, and the spreading desire in his body quickly subsided and subsided... Not long after, the strong desire flame caused by the yin and yang artistic conception was completely and completely extinguished.
.At this time, Xiao Shasha felt that her body was extremely weak. Yiyun fed her a few Guiyun Pills, and also took pills to treat internal injuries and accelerate the healing of external injuries. After resting for a while, Xiao Shasha was able to do it on her own.
"It's you again?"
Xiao Shaoxing still remembered this monk. He met him not long ago and shouted, "Monk doesn't stink, monk takes a bath." He didn't look like a monk. The monk smiled gently, with a compassionate and generous look on his face. Such seriousness made him feel sad.
Xiao Shasha felt uncomfortable because in her impression, this monk was not a serious monk at all. "Amitabha, the female donor must not be overjoyed or sad. After experiencing the stimulation of yin and yang artistic conception, the power of the soul is extremely weak. Hold your breath and concentrate, practice three liang carefully.
For an hour, the power of stabilizing the soul will increase its resistance when it encounters the stimulation of yin and yang artistic conception again."
Xiao Shou was quiet for a moment and said nothing. She was too embarrassed to scold the stinky monk again. It would be too ruthless and unjust. She escaped. Although she was still afraid, she was no longer worried about herself and forgot about Yan Yiyun.
"Monk, you are so powerful, why not save him."
"Amitabha, the monk can't be saved. If he doesn't save himself, what can the monk do?" The smiling face of the monk made Xiao Shaoxing feel that he had become less solemn than the monk again, and couldn't help but sneer. "The monk is not capable enough." "Amitabha, the female donor is wrong.
"If sentient beings don't save themselves, Buddha can't save them. It's not that Buddha can't save sentient beings, it's that sentient beings don't save themselves. Buddha's Dharma is boundless, Buddha saves sentient beings, and Buddha builds thousands of boats. But if sentient beings don't get on the boat, what can Buddha do?" "Go! Don't think about it."
That’s all I have to say. What I hate the most is that you monks say these nonsense words that are both reasonable and beneficial! I also said that the Buddha didn’t let sentient beings see the other side, so he refused to get on the boat!” Xiao Shou lost his patience.
The monk just smiled and did not continue to argue. Seeing that Yiyun was still frowning, obviously continuing to endure the pain, he said, "Amitabha, the donor is in pain, but someone is waiting for the donor to save him. There is a person named Demigod who is a female donor.
A noble person who turns misfortune into good fortune, and the benefactor is also a noble man who destroys gods and turns misfortune into good fortune. To kill is to save people, is the benefactor willing to show mercy?"
Yiyun frowned and sent a message into the secret to ask what happened to the God of Destruction.
On the other end, the God of Destruction spoke solemnly. "The sworn sister recognized by Longjian, Ringzhirou, killed Rufeng's current man... He said it was someone with the Buddha's light shining everywhere. I followed for a while and found that many monks were hanging around their fingers from a distance.
Rou, more and more people are gathering, and they are basically all NPCs. Their combat power is amazing and they are invincible."
"Coordinates." Yiyun asked for the coordinates and stood up. Xiao Shasha was quite worried. "Are you okay? You have such a headache."
"I have a headache, but I never said I couldn't fight." Yiyun forgot to look at the monk, and the monk nodded with a smile. "Amitabha, don't worry, the donor, the monk has protected this female donor. The monk and the donor will meet again."
Yiyun said one more word, picked up the sword, and flew away...
Xiao Shou mocked the monk disdainfully. "Just say that your monk likes to pretend to be gods and ghosts. If he comes back, of course he will see you again. Also, what did you say about Mie Shen being someone else's noble person? Yi Yun is nearby when Mie Shen is gone.
, Yiyun is gone, no matter how bad it is, he can lead them to break out and escape, of course he is a noble person. What he said is so mysterious, it exposes the worthlessness!"
The monk just smiled and did not argue with Xiao Shasha. "Amitabha, the female donor should be fresh and focused, and should not be overly emotional. The word "chance" is full of wonders. If you insist on pursuing it, you will not get the true meaning. The monk does not pretend to be a ghost. What the monk tells is the truth. Monks do not lie.
"
Xiao Shou no longer paid attention to the monk, and closed her eyes to concentrate on herself, resting and waiting for the medicine to take effect, so as to recover from the trauma as soon as possible, because she didn't know if the people from the Vulture Palace would come again...
Xixia City, rebirth point.
Large groups of women.
They were all disciples of the Spiritual Vulture Palace, all of them were slaughtered by the Soul-Eating Sword Formation in a matter of seconds. Among them were masters, some with neither high nor low martial arts skills, and some novices.
