The bitingly cold Northern Ocean, mixed with trivial and pure ice crystals, rolled up countless waves and rolled endlessly.
Kunpeng's body, which covered the sky and the sun, was cut into pieces by the flower knife, and the hot blood slowly seeped into the sea water, causing thousands of miles around to bloom with a ferocious red light.
The bright and gorgeous golden lotus sways slightly.
Manjusri's eyes are deep and his face is like a spring breeze, staring at the turbulent northern ocean.
The picture of Spring Sleeping in Futang slowly unfolds, revealing a scene of blooming flowers.
In an instant, everything was silent.
The eyes watching the entire battle were full of shock and panic.
Especially Nuwa, she stood up directly on the throne.
She stared at Beiming in disbelief with her eyes wide open.
Kunpeng's vitality gradually collapsed like mist and rain, as if the mountains were being eroded and wiped out by wind and rain.
Wow~
The demon-beckoning flag stirred up the situation and quietly appeared in front of Nuwa.
As several treasure seals were struck one after another, the demon summoning flag bloomed with mysterious and magnificent light, revealing countless crystal clear silk threads.
Behind these silk threads, many powerful Daluo men from Beiming were restrained, but the channel that symbolized Kunpeng was directly cut off by the overbearing killing charm.
"Kunpeng has really fallen."
Nuwa's hoarse voice filled the air, and then she covered the sky with her bare hands, causing the situation to change, and once again hiding the palace in the depths of chaos.
Kunpeng is an important link in leading the demon clan in the future.
Now that an accident has occurred, Nuwa must find a way to remedy it.
Manjusri stands tall and proud in the northern sky.
The domineering look in his eyes was not concealed at all, and countless sharp sword attacks came at his fingertips like a storm.
Facing such a powerful existence, no matter how angry the Beiming Demon Clan is in their hearts, they don't have the courage to surface.
After a while, Manjusri shook his head disdainfully, then raised his cloud head and left Beiming.
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Mount Sumeru.
Main Hall.
In the sunshine, the place is shining with bright colored glaze.
Countless creatures with eyes full of expectation came to Mount Sumeru from all over the world.
They are fascinated by the wonderful teachings of the West and want to practice peacefully in this pure land.
With the official start of the Journey to the West, the status and reputation of Buddhism are gradually rising, and Mount Sumeru is not as deserted and lonely as it used to be, but has become lively and noisy.
Tathagata clasped his hands together, his eyes full of kindness.
He sat on the golden lotus and recited Western magic.
Endless golden lotus flowers, with visions of steaming, illusions of birth and disillusionment, exuding the unique purity and exuberance of Buddhism, which made many living beings present mesmerized.
At this time, bursts of magnificent sounds came from the horizon.
Thousands of miles of bright auspicious clouds swept in and entangled each other on the top of Mount Sumeru, blooming with a bright and elegant luster.
The golden lanterns fall continuously like spring rain, containing extremely pure spiritual power of heaven and earth, continuously improving the realm of these creatures.
Manjusri appeared quietly on the top of Mount Sumeru.
He looked at the pure Eight Treasures Merit Pool in front of him, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Qingyu's golden lamp swayed slightly, containing bright firelight.
There are countless stars shining around, and each rotation bursts out with a rich brilliance of merit.
As if feeling the call of Manjusri, the golden lantern of Qingyun floated over, and the pure charm continued to ripple, making Manjusri narrow his eyes in intoxication.
He shook his hands gently, and countless golden runes quietly flowed out from his fingertips.
These runes surround the top of Mount Sumeru, absorbing the charm of the sun and becoming more pure and abundant.
Immediately afterwards, Fu Wen made countless vivid birds, hovering around the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, full of vibrant charm.
Manjusri took out various genius treasures from his arms, pressed several treasure seals in sequence to activate them, and arranged them into a mysterious and brilliant refining formation, directly wrapping the entire virtual mountain top.
In an instant, the pure soul charm swept across.
Youdao's slightly twisted figure quietly appeared next to Uncle Wen.
It’s Kunpeng!
At this time, Kunpeng had already lost his body.
But the sinister look of the past still remains between the brows and eyes.
He was in an extremely miserable state, as weak as a weak willow Fufeng.
Looking at the Eight Treasures Merit Pool so close at hand, Kunpeng couldn't help but sigh.
"When the Eight Treasures Merit Pool was built in the West, I was still laughing at the sage Zhunti who was overestimating himself and neglected the means of prolonging life, and actually used this clumsy method."
"But I didn't expect that now that the situation has changed, if I want to get rid of the control of the demon-calling flag, I need to rely on the power of this treasure."
Having said this, Kunpeng shook his head rather sadly, and then jumped into the Eight Treasures Merit Pool without hesitation.
Plop!
The pure and abundant water splashes were suddenly stirred up, reflecting the rainbow light under the sunlight.
Kunpeng's soul rises and floats slowly in the clear glass water, and countless pure vitality condenses like a hundred birds dropping into the forest.
Those heavenly materials and earthly treasures flickering around melted instantly with the stimulation of Manjusri, forming the purest aura essence, which slowly gathered towards Kunpeng's position, entangled with each other in the air and condensed into a fresh body.
Kunpeng exhaled slightly, his eyes flashing with determination.
Immediately afterwards, his soul exploded into smoke in an instant, completely returning to a state of chaos.
From now on, Kunpeng will completely get rid of the shackles of the demon-calling flag.
The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.
Manjusri quickly urged the treasure to come and condense the fragments of the soul into the body.
As the spiritual essence is gradually exhausted, a sonorous and powerful heartbeat appears in the physical body.
"It's done."
Manjusri smiled calmly.
Stand after breaking.
For the Beiming Demon Clan, this is a last resort choice.
Nuwa's methods were too spicy, and she didn't take into account the friendship in the past.
In the original Conferred God Battle, the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb were the best example.
They worked hard for Nuwa, but in the end they were not rewarded, and even complained about her death.
The demon clan can see such an outcome.
So everyone knows that Nuwa is not a qualified leader.
Manjusri gently moved his right hand, rolled up the misty golden light, and rolled up Kunpeng's body.
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Immediately, he carefully placed his physical body deep in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, waiting for the slow gestation of time for Kunpeng to fully recover.
"Thank you."
Kunpeng's voice sounded in my mind.
A faint smile appeared on Manjusri's lips.
He left the top of Mount Sumeru and came to the Mahavira Palace.
"Buddha."
Looking at the Tathagata with a spring-like face and talking eloquently, Manjusri's face was full of respect.
Wearing a pure and elegant gilded cassock, he attracted the attention of countless creatures as soon as he appeared.
"Is this Manjushri Bodhisattva? He is really kind and cheerful."
"I heard that Manjusri Bodhisattva is a powerful being with a compassionate heart, and the monks who practice cultivation in the mountains came from his hands."
"During this period of time, the prehistoric times were not peaceful. Demons and ghosts appeared one after another. Only the monastery of Manjushri Bodhisattva was the last paradise for living beings."
……
Feeling the buzz around him, Tathagata's face instantly turned gloomy.
When Manjusri didn't appear, he was the one that attracted everyone's attention.
However, the moment Manjusri set foot on Mount Sumeru, Tathagata's reputation plummeted to the bottom.
Although he was extremely angry, Tathagata still tried his best to calm down and showed a pleasant smile.
He looked at Manjusri with compassionate eyes and chanted the Buddha's name loudly.
"Manjusri Bodhisattva, you are doing well lately."
Manjusri nodded imperceptibly and came to his place.
The swaying pure golden lotus slowly emerged, holding Manjusri firmly up.
The dreamy luster of colored glaze continues to flow like a pool of water.
Manjusri's face is like the spring breeze, his hand is holding a treasure seal, the white porcelain vase is shining with elegant light, and the treasure pillar rises swaying, revealing thousands of rays of light.
"Buddha, the journey to the west is too dangerous to measure the tribulations. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Guanyin to complete the layout. How about letting me be by your side to help each other?"
"This..."
Hearing this, Tathagata suddenly frowned.
There is nothing wrong with Manjusri's request.
He and Guanyin are good friends, and they occupy 30% of Buddhism's luck. They should have stirred up the situation in this calamity.
If a top expert like this could help him plan his journey to the west, I'm afraid the whole process would go smoother.
However, the merit is not enough.
Thinking of this, Tathagata sighed bitterly.
The merits of the journey to the west are not as great as imagined.
The bulk of it must be taken out to repay the debt owed by the Two Saints of the West to Heaven.
The leftover leftovers are a reward for Tathagata's hard work, and can be used to kill evil corpses.
Guanyin looks busy, but in fact the merits she gets are just watery.
Now that Manjusri has entered the game, the benefits shared by everyone are even less.
However, Manjusri's status in the West is vaguely higher than mine.
Although the opponent is not a Buddha but a Bodhisattva, he firmly controls the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, is still a quasi-sage strongman who killed two corpses, holds the stars in his hands, and the two major camps of the underworld, and is a core figure in the West.
Tathagata used to have thoughts of confrontation in his heart, but now he has no other thoughts except looking up.
The gap is too big and cannot be surpassed at all.
After thinking about it, Tathagata sighed with some pain.
"Buddha, I don't mean to divide public morality. The journey to the west is too dangerous and bloody. The colleagues sent by the Buddhist sect are uneven. It is difficult to guarantee whether there will be any accidents."
"I want to protect my Buddhist colleagues on the journey to the west and try to minimize the losses. In this way, Buddhism will flourish in the future and the Buddha will receive more gifts from heaven."
What Manjusri said was particularly sincere, which moved Tathagata's heart.
Seeing the other party's sincere appearance, Tathagata couldn't help but feel regretful.
He also thought that Manjusri was like other greedy Buddhas who only cared about the merits in front of him but never cared about the life and death of Buddhist living beings.
"That's what Fellow Taoist Manjusri said, and that's what I'm worried about."
"Although merit is good, I hope to see everyone get through this disaster safely."