Milo was a little curious. Seeing this, several gods nearby took Milo to another lotus pond. At this moment, lotus flowers of various colors were blooming in the pond, red, white, blue and purple, all colorful, exuding a refreshing fragrance. Makes people feel refreshed.
Milo knew at a glance that this was the method of offering incense to the Gandharvas. They used lotus as the incense burner and the thoughts of salvation as the incense, in order to redeem the Shura Zongkapa in the center.
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At this moment, the leader of the Snow Mountain was surrounded by streaks of demonic fire, which burned most of his body, starting from his left shoulder, diagonally down to the right side of his abdomen, leaving a lake of flesh and blood, with all his internal organs and bones exposed, clearly visible. The internal organs were constantly twitching under the burning of the demonic fire.
Tsongkhapa sat on a golden lotus and carried it silently. A ray of Buddha's light emerged from the heavenly spirit, protecting itself from top to bottom and intertwined with the demonic fire from bottom to top.
But the demonic fire was strange and seemed to have spirituality. Sparks kept flying out, passing through the aroma prepared by the Gandharvas, and landed on Zongkaba's intact body, trying to swallow the Buddha's light and corrode the skin.
Zongkaba opened his eyes after hearing the sound. The moment he saw Milo, there was an obvious look of panic on his face.
With this fear, a loophole suddenly appeared in his concentration, and the demonic fire immediately surged up from below, burning the flesh and blood under his chest with a hissing sound.
"How could someone in this world be able to hurt you to such an extent?"
Milo, who was surprised by the power of the demonic fire, opened his mouth and stretched out his hand. There was nectar hanging down, turning into silent mist and surrounding the lotus. It suppressed the rolling of the demonic fire, allowing Zongkaba to stabilize his mind and maintain the Buddha's light.
After the injury was a little better, Zongkaba raised his head and looked at Milo and smiled miserably: "I made the Taoist laugh! Although this world of reincarnation was built by my Daxueshan family, the core of it is not something we can control. Just like this world in the human world There are boundless blessings, there are all kinds of things in the human world, and there is also a never-ending battle in the Shura path."
"Over the years, my competitive spirit has become stronger and stronger day by day, making the Asura Path more and more powerful. A few days ago, I even condensed an Asura King. I am not his opponent. If he hadn't first developed his magical powers, he would not be able to communicate with the six paths. Supernatural power, I have been burned to ashes at this moment."
Having said this, Tsongkhapa showed a somewhat bitter expression: "In the past few days, I have been burned by demonic fire, but I have come up with a way to understand the wonderful Bodhi inheritance."
Milo was a little curious when he heard this: "I wonder what wonderful method it is?"
"I am now half-dead, living in the demonic fire of King Asura and the Buddha's light that I have practiced for hundreds of years. If I die in a state of concentration, the relics left behind will definitely contain the way of Buddhas and demons. If you use it to stimulate Bodhisattva, you should It is expected to be passed down.”
As he spoke, Zongkapa stared at Milo and said: "The poor monk only asks that after the Taoist obtains the inheritance, he can leave a share for the Snow Mountain..."
Before Zongkapa finished speaking, Milo shook his head and said: "You don't need to do this either. The inheritance of the wonderful Bodhi is not essential to me. Rather than watching you die for the sake of inheritance, it is better to help you."
Give it a try!"
As Milo spoke, he summoned the nectar pure bottle and tilted it towards Zongkaba, and streams of pure water flowed out, constantly washing away the demonic fire.
The demonic fire was instantly enraged, sparks flying around, turning into snakes and winding towards Milo. The flame itself turned into a flame beam covering Zongkaba's body, with countless demonic fires entangled, burning and gnawing inside.
Eat the remaining flesh.
Milo also showed an angry look: "How dare you be so arrogant with just magical powers?"
As he spoke, the nectar continued to fall down, repairing Zongkaba's body from top to bottom. At the same time, a black yellow jade tablet and a golden seal of the universe appeared in his hand. The golden seal was pressed, creating boundless suction, sucking out the demonic fire bit by bit. The jade tablet was light.
Shake, the black and yellow qi rotate and crush the demonic fire.
"Useless!"
Zongkaba shook his head and said: "Although this demonic fire originated from King Asura, its foundation is the anger and injustice in my heart. If I don't let it go, I won't be able to get rid of it. And how can I let it go?"
"I don't know if you can let go, but if you ask me to watch you die, great monk, I can't do it."
As he spoke, Milo continued to take out many spiritual objects and vitality containing vitality from the wonderful realm to repair Zongkaba's body.
After repeating this for seven days, he finally suppressed a little bit of the demonic fire, but as Zongkaba said, the last bit of the demonic fire was still wrapped around his body and could not be pulled out, or in other words, when one strand was pulled out, another one came out.
"I said, this is just useless work, but it's okay. Now that I have recovered most of my Buddhist dharma, and I have entered nirvana like this, the relics I obtained are more likely to be passed down." Tsongkhapa tried to persuade Milo.
"If the inheritance of Miao Bodhi must be obtained by someone's sacrifice, then what is recorded in it must not be Buddhism, but magic! Besides, although the magic fire in your body is interesting, it will not trouble me!"
Milo said, rising into the air, the treasure scroll opened in his mind, and the next second, the white bull appeared under Milo again.
He sat cross-legged on the back of a white bull, and a round of Buddha's light appeared behind his head, consisting of gods, dragons, yakshas, gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mahoraga, a total of eight groups.
The heavenly beings appeared one by one, surrounding Milo and sending out bursts of praise.
Pure and flawless lotus flowers with different colors and textures like glass naturally appeared in the void. The petals were stacked on top of each other, and the flowers bloomed and fell. In the blink of an eye, a rain of flowers enveloped the surrounding area.
In the path of heaven and humanity, many heavenly beings felt the reaction and rose into the sky one after another, paying tribute in the direction of Milo.
The strands of wish power gathered together and turned into dots of gilded glow mixed among the golden lotus petals, dancing in the sky and confusing people's eyes.
The streaks of golden light drawn by the will fall into the glazed petals, refracting the seven-colored clouds that wind through the sky like auroras. They are so magnificent that pen and ink cannot contain them, revealing a kind of extraordinary beauty.
But everyone who saw this scene only felt a sense of indifference and purity in their hearts.
This is the foundation that Milo prepared for himself, and it is also the core of the side of Buddhism and Taoism.
The meaning of purity is hidden in the constantly fluctuating brilliant glow. Between movement and stillness, a brand new name appears in the treasure scroll.
[Buddhism and Taoism·Miluo, the Seventh-Rank Heavenly Master]
This is one of the manifestations of Milo's teachings on the transformation of human beings into gods, and it is also Milo's own exploration of Buddhism.
Along with this name, an illusory Buddha's shadow also appeared behind Milo. The pure meaning in the dark covered the void, and the natural magic appeared.
Under the phantom form of the Buddha, the demonic fire in Tsongkhapa's body was completely extinguished, and these acts of redemption were turned into energy, reflected by the precious mirror, recorded in the precious scroll, and strengthened the foundation of the phantom image of the Buddha.
"What kind of Buddha is this?"
After hearing Tsongkhapa's question, Milo thought for a moment: "The Master of Heavenly Beings is one of the ten names of Buddha. I use purity as the foundation to deduce the wonderful changes of nature. Therefore, this Buddha can be called the Pure and Natural Tathagata. Of course, because
This phantom itself is the side of my Dharma image, and a more correct name should be the image of the Pure Tathagata."
As Milo's words fell, the phantom of the Buddha behind him completely solidified, and in an instant, the boundless pure glazed Buddha light rose.
Tsongkhapa looked up and saw that there was no way of heaven and humanity anywhere, and all around was a vast expanse of bright and clear glazed light.
"Amitabha, how good! How good! What a pure and natural Tathagata, what a peaceful and natural Tathagata!"
As the words fell, Tsongkhapa's body bloomed with immeasurable Buddha light and dispersed, leaving behind an illusory Bodhi seed floating in the Buddha light.