The exquisite and round pearls are evenly scattered deep in the soil, condensing the extremely majestic spiritual power of heaven and earth.
The pearls are shaped like pigeon eggs, and the interior is covered with ethereal crystal silk threads, as if seaweed is diffused and swaying in the sea water.
Such pearls are spread throughout the Gengdu Mountains, gathering the spiritual power that is spreading freely, and finally turning it into a slightly viscous spiritual liquid.
In the center of the dojo, there is an exquisite and elegant soup pool, where all the spiritual liquid is stored and warmed.
The mist is thick, the aura is rich, and the milk-like liquid exudes the pure breath of life.
Manjusri sat naked in the soup pool, pinched the treasure seal with his hand, and mobilized the "Vajra Prajna Sutra" to temper his body.
The glass water body is shining, with pure ripples rippling on the surface, reflecting the colorful luster of the sun, which is blurry and beautiful.
The sword of wisdom stands in the sky, blooming with endless brilliance, the jingling of golden bells stirs up the earth, wind, water and fire in the sky, the pure vase is white and flawless, encompassing the water of the ancient seas, the incense burner and the birds are transpiring, scattering boundless blessings.
The umbrella cover is spinning and turning, protecting the body from dust.
Inside the heavens, the novice monk is wearing a plain white cassock, gently knocking the wooden fish, and reciting ancient and unfamiliar Buddhist scriptures.
The vibrant breath gradually bursts out from the depths of the soil, bringing vigorous spring to the entire grassland.
As Manjusri's thoughts moved slightly, the spiritual liquid turned into countless excited birds, scrambling to get into the limbs and bones.
They have fat bodies and swim extremely fast. At a speed that is visible to the naked eye, they improve the foundation of their physical bodies and make the water ripples purer and flawless.
The warm immersion feeling came leisurely, making Manjusri moan uncontrollably.
During this period of time, he had been working very hard, walking on the edge of the knife, and finally achieved the ideal expectations, and even exceeded them a little.
He relaxed his muscles and bones, soaking his whole body in the spiritual liquid, and actually felt a little drowsy.
As the dust settles, mental fatigue arises leisurely. In this case, only the most primitive sleep can relieve it.
The pores slowly swallowed up the spiritual energy, subtly tempering his body. As the smoke of Niao Na steamed up, Manjusri fell asleep directly leaning on the edge of the soup pool.
During this sleep, Manjusri slept extremely comfortably.
Three days later, he woke up, and the spiritual fluid as rich as milk had become as clear as water.
Manjusri lay lazily on the edge of the soup pool, not wanting to move.
This time, he really relaxed, and his whole body felt indescribably refreshing.
After the founding of Buddhism, luck flowed from the east to the sea, which brought great growth to his practice. The farming and reading mountains gradually got on the right track, and countless trade routes were opened. Qingshi personally took the initiative to search for the light paths from all over the world.
Resources.
Since his rebirth, Manjusri has been wandering around, especially at the last moment of the Vientiane Forest, where he tried his best.
Now, he has finally established a foothold in the West. It can be said that he has put down the heavy burden in his heart and is about to move forward.
However, while he was able to get everything he wanted, he also exposed many secrets.
For example, the treasure is coming!
This is an extremely fat piece of fresh meat. Even a saint who controls life and death cannot resist the tempting smell it exudes.
The saint Jieyin is so ignorant of the world and transcends the three realms, but he can take action at a critical moment to help Manjusri cheat and frighten Yama, which shows the importance of this ghost treasure.
"My current level is too low, and I don't have enough strength to protect this treasure. There are as many powerful people as crucian carp crossing the river. Maybe someone has the means to forcibly strip the treasure away. Before my level reaches the quasi-sage, I can't protect it."
Be careful and take every step carefully."
"The West seems to be prosperous and prosperous, thanks to the cruel control methods of the two saints. They support the Buddhist family to dominate and control the entire land tyrannically. All opponents are forcibly wiped out, leaving all disciples in an extremely
In the cozy greenhouse."
"Because of this, I can practice steadily without worrying about whether there will be young people who will affect my prestige in Buddhism."
Manjusri walked out of the soup pool and activated his magic to dry the water stains on his body.
He stood next to the clear water and looked at the reflection in the water with deep eyes.
Wenshu still looks like a middle-aged man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, but his skin has become rounded and shiny, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows have disappeared.
The fleshy bun glows with light, and the face turns solemn and solemn, giving off an air of perseverance, purity and kindness.
The most unique thing is that there is a delicate water flow pattern on the left side of Manjusri's eye.
The lines are lifelike, as if they are real waves, rolling and rushing in, and the breath is ethereal and ethereal.
Believe - each other's oath!
To lead the saint to secretly take action and perform feats that go against his nature, Manjusri will naturally have to pay a corresponding price.
Give up the position of leader and hand it over to the Buddha who is about to be born. In exchange, the leader will protect Manjusri, the pearls scattered deep in the soil, and the Zhoutian Xingdou Great Master before he journeys to the west.
The arrangement of the array is added as a bonus.
This spiritually rich soup pool uses the starry formation in the sky to gather the essence of the sun and moon floating in the Gengdu Mountains. It is used by Manjusri to nourish the physical body, and has the magical effect of improving the foundation and tempering the body.
Because of this, the two parties signed an oath to restrict each other based on the long river of life.
The origin of the initial emergence of channels was mainly to resist the way of heaven.
The way of heaven is noble and vast, and with the power of rules, it controls the life and death of all things in the world.
It is ethereal and regular, symbolizing absolute majesty, making all things suppressed and breathless.
In order to get rid of the fate of being bound by the rules, the sages searched for loopholes one after another, and finally created a way to exploit the loopholes of the rules before the second lecture of Zixiao Palace.
Channel.
Faith relies on the way of heaven and resists the way of heaven. It can condense rules that transcend the rules, use restraints to avoid restraints, and check and balance the restraints of heaven for all living beings.
With the development of the times, the means of channeling are like a hundred flowers blooming, and it has quickly become the main avenue for all living beings.
People talk for money, but their words are not kept. They swear to each other and make alliances through blood... Countless channels of faith evaporate like fireworks, showing a chaotic situation that lasts for several Yuanhui.
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The glory of the channel lasted the longest in the tide of history. It was not until the emergence of wisdom and luck that it was replaced.
The prehistoric times go back to ancient times, and great avenues have emerged in every era. Countless sages have overcome obstacles and opened up countless grand and magnificent roads.
Three thousand avenues, eight hundred side doors.
Through the turbulent river of life, pioneers with outstanding talents move forward bravely, blooming the fireworks of Tao Yun into the world.
However, no matter how hard they work and sleep, how hard they work to save all sentient beings, even if they successfully drill out countless loopholes in the way of heaven, they still cannot resist the biggest enemy.
Lifespan.
The Buddha who saves all sentient beings, the great power of compassion, the tough and upright Xuanmen, the arrogant demonic way...
Whether it is a stunning prodigy, a respected ancestor, or a resourceful and powerful leader, they all eventually turn into dust and disappear under the erosion of the mighty force of time.
The times are constantly changing, and the protagonists on the stage are constantly changing. Those geniuses who shocked all living beings eventually died in the wind and sand, and have been forgotten since then.
Tyranny is temporary, but eternal life is for one life.
Manjusri gently rubbed the pattern of the vows with his fingertips, and the desire for eternal life in his heart suddenly became extremely strong.
"The cost of signing an oath is extremely huge, but compared with the mountain alliance, the restrictive rules are more delicate. Under the constraints of the channel, the leader must always pay attention to my safety. Unless the river of life suddenly dries up, otherwise the constraints of the rules will always exist.
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"Looking at the overall situation from a point-to-point perspective, it seems that I have too much luck. Even the saints couldn't bear it and took the initiative to mediate. They were afraid that in the future, the authority would shift down and it would be difficult to control Buddhism. However, they don't know that now
The Buddha is not a Western creature, but a treasure that will come here three months later."
"However, this move is just what I want. The western realm is too barren, and the real recovery will end at the journey to the west. It is of great help to me. The waiting time is too long, not to mention that Buddhism has far-reaching plans, and the calculations inside are as full as
There are countless stars in the sky, so it is better to leave them to Tathagata Buddha to devote all his energy to."
Suddenly, bursts of howling ghosts and wolves came from the horizon.
Boundless dark clouds are coming one after another, and endless evil ghosts and ghosts are surrounding the dark clouds, roaring and filial piety.
The entire Gongdu Mountains seemed to be suddenly swallowed up by a dark curtain, the sun and moon were dim and filled with thick ink colors.
Manjusri's gaze is profound, his cassock moves without any wind, exuding a dust-free atmosphere.
He felt the approaching Senluo ghost energy, grinned slightly, and said loudly, "Fellow Taoist Wheel King, do you have something happy to say when you come here this time?"
Before he finished speaking, several figures fell one after another, and a ghostly aura suddenly filled the area near the soup pool.
When I came to the west this time, the high-level officials of the underworld came out in full force, and the majestic aura suddenly appeared, immediately causing the void to tremble continuously.
Countless ferocious faces steamed up along the soil, and their green faces and fangs looked particularly sinister.
The sound of rustling crawling sounded, and a large sea of scarlet flowers quickly filled the air, revealing the solemn and solemn power of the underworld.
Eight Yamas, six chief ministers, and dozens of faction leaders are all standing in the center of the majestic ghost energy.
All Yamas came this time, except for the Wheel-turning King, with some resentment in their hearts.
They were originally high-ranking beings who controlled the life and death of all things, but now they had to be listed out and randomly selected like fruits and peaches. The huge contrast made it difficult for them to accept.
What's more, after King Pingping returned to the underworld, he added fuel to Manjusri's evil deeds and complained bitterly about his former colleagues, which made the Yamas extremely reluctant.
Therefore, before coming, they had discussed how to give the other party a show of strength and frighten this little fairy.
Sobs and cries sounded one after another, and evil spirits all over the mountains and plains surrounded Manjusri, opening his bloody mouth to devour him.
"Haha."
Seeing this, Manjusri shook his head disdainfully.
"Sure enough, the more incompetent a person is, the more ignorant they are."
He sneered in his heart, but did not resist at all, allowing countless evil spirits to attack him.
Wow~
Suddenly, a clear bell rang.
The sound of contention is like a broken silver bottle, causing the spirit of heaven and earth to tremble.
A grain of golden fire fell from the sky, and suddenly exploded like oil cooking in a raging fire.
The boundless golden ocean is extremely ferocious, turning into a vivid flock of elegiac parrots. The ghostly spirit melts like ice and snow as they crow, and their souls are gone without even having time to fade away.
With a look of pain on his face, the saint who led the way suddenly appeared behind Manjusri, stretched out his big, slightly rough hand, and took a picture of it brazenly.
Boom!
There is no gorgeous decoration, no steaming vision.
The giant hand covered the sky and the sun, and fell with the sound of wind and thunder.
Those ghost agents who came from the underworld had no ability to resist at all, and were directly suppressed and unable to move.
Poof!
Large chunks of blood were spit out one after another, and it was extremely sticky like sludge, with fragments of internal organs mixed in.
"The breath of a saint..."
Wow!
Dragons roar and tigers roar, cranes roar and horses neigh.
The majestic power of destiny, like the sea, gathered into a rolling ocean, falling from the sky like the Milky Way pouring down, constantly washing away the several Yamas, dragging them into the waves and tearing them apart.
The magical power of luck - stick to stealing!
As the treasure seal was created, thousands of emaciated transparent octopuses condensed into one.
They were hidden in the vortex of the stormy waves, constantly tearing at Yama's body with their tentacles, dragging out countless fine pieces of colorful dough, and devouring them in big mouths.
As the devouring speed becomes faster and faster, the octopus's body becomes colorful, as magnificent as a flowing rainbow, exuding a vast and ethereal aura.
Manjusri stood behind Jieyin and saw very clearly from the corner of his eye. Those octopuses were clearly the beasts of luck - Caili!
The dough that comes out every time is the steaming luck condensed by the Yamas who have worked hard for many years.
"Sage, please calm down. I did not mean to offend you. Please be merciful and let me live."
"Bodhisattva Manjushri, please forgive me. We were too exhausted after rushing to the West, so we failed to control the ghost energy in our bodies. It was really an unintentional mistake!"
"Damn it, that old dog of King Pingping, didn't he say that Manjusri is surrounded by enemies in the west and has no backing?"
"It's not good, my luck has backfired, and my realm has begun to decline. What can I do?"
Jie Yin's face showed coldness, and at the snap of his fingers, the golden lotus swayed all over the mountains and fields, blooming with endless blessings.
No matter how those ghosts begged for mercy, he showed no mercy, and instead became more and more aggressive.
The saint's incomparable might stirred up the wind and clouds, attracting the prying eyes of several great powers in the ancient world. They were all shocked by the ruthlessness of the guide, and most of them speculated about Manjusri.
"Hey, what kind of feat did Manjusri do to make Jieyin unreasonable and blatantly partial?"
"The defection of several golden immortals from the Chan Sect is like rain from heaven to the West. Maybe Jie Yin wants to accept Manjusri as a disciple and pass on the destiny he practiced."
"Having said that, why did the ghost messengers from the underworld go to the west? It seems that the three realms are going to be turbulent again."
Regarding Yama's begging for mercy and other people's comments, Jieyin was not moved at all.
He pushed his right hand flat, the fingertips were shining with gold, and the sword light gathered in the palm of his hand. He pointed at the numerous Yamas and pulled out several hearts.
Five-finger palm sword!
"Not good!"
"The saint calms down his anger..."
Bang!
Before the Yamas could ask for mercy, their hearts were crushed directly and turned into a thick, viscous black liquid, dripping all over the ground.