The claws, which were made of broken bodhi branches, grabbed the old monk Faxin's head directly.
The impermanent Buddha light above the head of the old monk Faxin fluctuated in waves, as if it was about to be torn apart.
And those fine blood threads kept moving downwards, trying to get through the light mist.
"The Buddha said, immeasurable light."
The old monk Fa Xin chanted loudly.
He put his palms together, and from the center of his palms, infinite light seemed to burst out and spread in all directions.
This time the light was not as sharp and swift as the spiritual light.
However, it is vaster, tougher and denser.
Endless and pervasive.
This time the Buddha's light was much softer, but it successfully isolated all the thousands of blood threads on Blood Phoenix's body, and at the same time blocked his paws made of bodhi branches.
Even Huiming and Zirijiao were pushed outward by the light.
"Great Light Curse..." Huiming recognized it: "Be careful, the light will get stronger and stronger!"
Sure enough, the light that was relatively gentle at first became increasingly hot, dissolving all things, and its power continued to increase, gradually becoming more powerful than the spiritual light.
The streaks of blood hanging down from the blood phoenix's wings were gradually evaporated clean by this vast light.
"Okay!" The old demon of blood shadow smiled instead of being angry: "I will fight with you!"
The blood phoenix let out a long and shrill cry, then transformed into a sea of blood, hanging in the sky.
A whirlpool began to appear in the center of the blood sea, spinning continuously.
In the center of the vortex, several broken bodhi branches appeared.
These bodhi branches combined with blood and water, condensed into a long bloody arrow.
The sharp edge of the arrow flashed with dark red blood, becoming more and more dazzling.
The next moment, the blood arrow shot down towards the ball of light directly below.
The arrow rotated downward and rushed out of the vortex, driving a large amount of blood to rotate with it and be driven downward.
Then I saw the tail end of the blood arrow continuously drawing blood from the sea of blood.
In the end, the entire sea of blood seemed to condense into a long arrow with its tail in the sky and pointing straight downward.
The sword tip landed on the top of the light ball and kept spinning downwards.
The endless blood at the upper end of the tail continuously supplies it with strength, constantly strengthening the edge of the arrow.
The old monk Fa Xin cast the Great Light Spell, and the light continued to spread to the outside. The light crushed the ground under his feet, forming an ever-expanding pit.
But at this moment, the light expanded and stopped.
The huge ball of light was trembling constantly, as if it might break at any time.
At the top where the blood arrow comes into contact, the light is gradually showing signs of disintegrating.
The blood arrows slowly moved downwards, although their speed was slow, they were unstoppable.
On the surface of the photosphere, the light suddenly became much brighter.
Then, the light ball began to shrink and approached the old monk Faxin in the center.
The smaller the light ball is, the more condensed it is and the stronger its defense power is.
But the blood arrows continued to pierce the ball of light.
After the ball of light shrunk to an insignificant level, the blood arrows penetrated at a slower speed, but they still continued to move forward.
The light ball then changed again, from a complete sphere to a hemisphere, which was supported on the head of the old monk Fa Xin, like a canopy.
He compressed and concentrated the power of the Great Light Spell to the extreme, and finally stopped the blood arrows in the sky.
The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.
The old monk Fa Xin was secretly anxious.
The great light spell he casts cannot last long.
But the big devil in front of him has practiced the blood phoenix transformation, and his vitality and endurance are extremely long.
If this stalemate continues, it is more likely that he will not be able to hold on in the end.
Just as he was thinking of this, the old monk Fa Xin discovered that the old demon Ziri was ready to make a move.
Now all his strength is used to fight against the old demon of blood and shadow in the sky, and he is no longer able to strengthen the old demon of purple sun and Huiming.
Huiming didn't intend to take advantage of others' danger, but Ziri Lao Mo was not polite.
The purple sun dragon he transformed into immediately turned into a beam of purple light and struck at the old monk Fa Xin from below.
"Go away!" The old demon Xueying yelled, but the old demon Ziri pretended not to hear and continued to attack the old monk.
Fa Xin had no choice but to muster up all his strength and take the initiative to break the semicircle formed by the light above his head.
Countless light points sputtered in all directions, blocking the incoming Purple Sun Demon.
But the bloody arrow split the light rain and continued to shoot down.
The old monk Faxin groaned, and his body was pierced by blood arrows.
Regardless, he mustered up his last strength, made lotuses grow under his feet, and fled into the distance.
Passing by his apprentice, the old monk Faxin grabbed the young monk.
But after such a slight delay, the Purple Sun Demon caught up with him.
A ball of purple flame exploded behind the old monk Fa Xin, causing him to stumble again.
The old monk Fa Xin did not dare to look back and ran all the way.
The Purple Sun Old Demon was about to catch up, but was slapped backwards by the Blood Shadow Old Demon.
"If someone runs away, no one will be able to bear the consequences." The old demon Zi Ri didn't dare to challenge the blood shadow.
The old demon of blood shadow stared at him coldly: "Without you, no one can escape."
Before he finished speaking, a green light flashed in the distance, and a colorful cloud flew up.
The old monk Faxin looked in front of him in despair as another Yiwu blocked the way.
Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa, and Zhi Chen Taoist, the owner of Wangzhen Guan Guan, they both share the same problem.
In order to protect their family's foundation, although the two of them sought refuge in Chang'an City, they did not dare to appear in public.
However, as masters of the eighth level, there is no doubt about their strength.
When the old monk Fa Xin is in good condition, neither of them is an opponent in a single round.
But the enemy has been severely wounded by the Old Demon of Blood Shadow and the Old Demon of Purple Sun. Now it is not easy to escape, so how can he defeat Yunmo and Taoist Zhichen together?
The two of them attacked together. Monk Faxin didn't even have a chance to commit suicide and was captured alive on the spot.
The two men in Yunmo captured two monks, an old one and a young one, and returned to the old demon of blood shadow.
"Fellow Taoist Blood Shadow, you are fortunate to have lived up to your destiny." Taoist Zhichen said.
Yun Mo stood aside and remained silent.
He is the kind of person who has always had prejudices against demonic practitioners.
The demons in Chang'an City were careful in their words and deeds and never caused trouble.
Therefore, Yunmo can still live in peace with them, but dealing with them should always be avoided if possible.
The old demon Xueying thought Yunmo was nothing but the air, and only nodded slightly at Taoist Zhichen: "Thank you for your hard work."
He took the two bald heads from the opponent's hands and said, "Let's go."
After that, he turned into a blood phoenix and flew high, returning to Chang'an City.
Huiming sighed and followed.
Taoist Zhichen and Yunmo both moved in the same way.
The old devil Ziri finally took to the road, flying with his head down.
Looking forward, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would stare at the old blood shadow demon.
Now that the opponent is stronger, there is no point in conflicting with him.
But when he can also learn the secrets and magic skills at the same level as the "Phoenix Blood Book", he must settle the score with the old demon Blood Shadow.
After the group returned to Chang'an City, Old Demon Xueying threw his master and disciple Fa Xin to Mr. Wu Yun.
Mr. Wu Yun looked at the two monks, one old and one young.
The younger one is only about ten years old.
"Leave it to you." He threw the little monk to Huiming.
Huiming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
The young monk looked pitiful: "Brother, my master will not die, right?"
"His Majesty, who rules Chang'an, is merciful. Under his rule, Mr. Wu Yun and others were rarely killed. The master's life should not be in danger...but he may still have to suffer some hardships." Monk Huiming sighed.
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Hearing that the master would not die, the young monk let out a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously: "Be compassionate, didn't the Buddha teach us Buddhist disciples? The Lord of Chang'an City is also a Buddhist disciple?"
Huiming shook his head gently: "Anyone can have compassion, just like anyone can become a Buddha as long as they see the clear nature of their mind and get rid of their attachments."
The young monk's eyes were blank: "Master, Grandmaster, and Uncle Master, Uncle Master, they didn't say that."
"Everyone has a different way, and everyone can be their own Buddha." Hui Ming said: "You are young, so you are right to respect your teacher and respect the way. When you get older, you will slowly understand some truths.
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The little monk seemed to understand: "Oh..."
After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Senior brother, do we really not need to save the people here from suffering?"
"Chang'an is not a sea of suffering." Huiming smiled bitterly and almost reached out to cover the little guy's mouth.
This is the inner city of Chang'an, not as far away as Hexi County.
The Lord of Chang'an City has great supernatural powers. If the young monk's words fall into his ears, the consequences will be unpredictable.
"I have traveled both inside and outside Chang'an, including the Western Zhou Dynasty in the west, the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the east, and the Northern Qi Dynasty in the north of Haiou."
Huiming said with emotion: "The people in Chang'an live better than those places.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that it’s better than other places, so there really aren’t any problems.
Rather, it means that the people here live and work in peace and contentment, every family is happy and healthy, and they are not poor or oppressed.
In particular, the lord of Chang'an City loves the people, and the practitioners here strictly prohibit bullying ordinary people, which is something you cannot see in other places."
The young monk blinked, lowered his head and muttered softly: "Then why does master always say that the people here are very miserable? Master and senior brother say something different. Someone is lying to me..."
With smart ears and sharp eyes, I can hear clearly.
He laughed dumbly: "Neither of us is lying to you, it's just that we have different views on the same thing, but they are our respective true thoughts."
The young monk's eyes were blank again: "I don't understand..."
"When you have time, I will take you for a walk inside and outside Chang'an. After you see it, you will have your own ideas, and it will be true for you." Huiming said with a smile.
"Oh." The little monk nodded.
"By the way, I still don't know your Dharma name?" Huiming asked.
The young monk quickly corrected his expression and clasped his palms together:
"The poor monk Yongse, please give me some advice, senior brother."
A young monk who was a few years older than him also clasped his palms together and said, "The poor monk is too wise to give advice."
Huiming didn't realize there was something wrong.
But Zhang Dongyun in Daming Palace almost spit out water when he heard the young monk's chanting.
Of course he knows that form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and he knows the meaning of "form" in Buddhist teachings.
But I still can't help but think about it at this moment.
Mr. Wu Yun, who brought the old monk Fa Xin back to the Heavenly Punishment Hall, raised the old monk in front of him: