No one tried to stop the little monk in white. For Lin Yi and others, the little monk in white was too weak. He had just escaped from the edge of death, and Lin Yi could not sense any hostility from him.
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The first thing he, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Baying had to face at this time was the killing intent coming from outside the family.
Before the magic circle completely disappeared, I wonder if the conversation between this Tuoba Buddhist sect and him would be heard by outsiders. But at this time, as the magic circle covering the chariot completely disappeared, the vitality on the hanging curtains fluctuated.
disappearing, the tantric powers outside the magic circle clearly sensed the demise of the Buddhist aura.
Waves of strong killing intent swept in from all directions like a tidal wave.
On the city wall further away, exclamations and shouts rang out one after another, and the sounds of countless ordnance shaking were heard.
The strong murderous intent and surging vitality fluctuations made those hanging curtains even more unstable, and even caused these hanging curtains to begin to break, as if they had finally decayed after thousands of years of wind and frost, and scattered pieces.
At this moment, the young monk in white grabbed the yellow orb and stood upright.
Because of the blood loss just now, the body of the young monk in white looked even weaker, and even gave people the feeling that he would fall down and die at any time. However, what was completely different from before was that the moment he straightened his body and raised his head, his face changed again.
There was no sign of weakness or cowardice, and there was no longer any fear in his eyes, only endless majesty.
If they had not witnessed all these changes with their own eyes, Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Baying would never have thought that they were the same person before and after.
Through those magic circles that were disintegrated like decay and the hanging curtains that were torn apart by external murderous intent, everyone outside saw the figure of the young monk in white and the body of the Buddha who fell next to him.
At this time, the majesty of the little monk in white came.
No one could have imagined that after the light disappeared, they would see such a scene, and everyone fell into a huge shock.
Majesty lasts only a moment.
The young monk in white suddenly smiled.
His smile was gentle and full of compassion, very much like the recently deceased Buddha.
He raised his left hand.
The previous Buddha held the orb with his left hand, but now he held the orb with his right hand. He made a seal with his left hand, and thin real energy flowed out from his fingertips, and then rotated around his fingers.
, gradually turned into bright light, forming a vague white lotus.
This white lotus seems to be a light and shadow that can disappear at any time in the wind, and it only exists in the hands of this young monk in white for a short moment. However, it is just such a fragment that appears briefly and disappears in everyone's eyes.
In an instant, the surrounding heaven and earth resounded with countless Buddhist verses.
Lin Yi's expression did not change.
But his brows frowned unconsciously, and his heart was also shaken.
As far as he could see, all the tantric practitioners, whether they were ragged ascetics or masters wearing extremely luxurious robes, knelt down at the same time. The center of their kneeling was the chariot.
, the little monk in white on this chariot.
All Tantric practitioners expressed their surrender to this young monk in white clothes and were extremely pious.
A tantric master wearing a purple monk's robe almost crawled forward and came to the chariot.
The young monk in white stepped forward, tapped the orb he held in his left hand on his forehead, and then softly recited an obscure scripture.
This Tantric master originally felt a bit of fear and uneasiness. However, when a pure spiritual power came out of the orb and fell into his forehead, and when he heard this passage again, the Tantric master was extremely excited.
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His right hand poked out from his sleeve.
In his right hand he holds a purple-gold demon-conquering pestle.
The young monk in white holds the purple-gold demon-conquering pestle in his left hand.
A loud chanting sound suddenly sounded in the dark world all around.
The chanting at this time was loud and joyful.
Even if he didn't understand the meaning of any scripture, even Lin Yi felt a sense of welcoming new life.
"The Xiaba tribe and him helped me reincarnate and gain great supernatural powers."
The young monk in white sat down cross-legged, but he forced himself to point at Lin Yi and others, saying: "We are friends, not enemies."
When all the Tantric practitioners heard his words, they just continued to chant sutras. However, the sound of the sutras became dense and low, and they did not dare to cover up his voice. However, more exclamations sounded in the darkness in the distance.
Because at this time, not only the tone of the white-clothed monk's words, but also his voice were very similar to that of the dead Buddha, and his voice had an old feel.
The young monk in white suddenly called out the names of several more people, and then said: "You stay, while the others retreat first."
A dense wave of footsteps sounded instantly, and all the Tantric practitioners, including Tuoba Xiongxin and the Tuoba clan, all retreated into the inner city. Only one ascetic and two luxuriously dressed Dharma kings arrived in front of the chariot.
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The young monk in white glanced at the three Tantric practitioners indifferently and said, "You are the ones here who really know my origins. Of course you know who I really am?"
The bodies of the three Tantric practitioners were slightly shaken. They looked at the young monk in white and looked at the reincarnated soul boy who had appeared like a miracle today and was recognized by the Venerable. They didn't know what to do in this term of the Buddha.
answer.
The young monk in white took a slow breath and said, "You really don't know how to answer?"
The bodies of the three Tantric practitioners were shocked again. One of them, the Dharma King, forcibly calmed his mind, raised his head slightly and said, "You are the Buddhist sect."
The young monk in white smiled lightly and said: "You should understand that if our Tuoba Tantric Sect wants to have the same followers and majesty as before, we must continue to keep such secrets and lies. No matter what happens in this carriage
No matter how I or how he died, no matter what choices I make next, you should understand that I am the Buddha, and I will let the reincarnation Tantra of Wami Temple and Natsoer Lake exist well.
Keep going and become stronger.”
Hearing the words of the young monk in white, the three Tantric practitioners were shocked at the same time. The three of them praised in unison and fell to the ground again.
Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Baying looked at each other, and they were all very moved.
The Buddhist monk said before that the selected soul boy was even better than him, but they didn't know whether it was the Buddhist monk's lie or the truth. But at this time, it seemed that the young monk in white had just emerged from
Escaping from the edge of death, he quickly used such methods to overwhelm the Tantric practitioners. This kind of wisdom was even more powerful than they imagined.
"He and I should be different."
At this moment, the body of the young monk in white swayed, and he really showed his extreme weakness, but he still turned his head, looked at the corpse of the Buddhist sect, and seriously faced these three important figures of the Tantric Sect.
He said softly: "If Reincarnation Tantra wants to continue to exist, it must keep such lies and secrets. But if it wants to be stronger and orthodox, and to make anyone feel convinced when it comes to it, the first thing is to have no lies."
The bodies of the three Tantric practitioners were as stiff as iron. They raised their heads slightly and looked at the young Buddha. They always felt that this change would bring endless disasters. Their hearts that had just strengthened began to start again.
shake.
"If we want to be orthodox, it's impossible for the Tuoba clan to help us."
The young monk in white's eyes fell on Lin Yi, "But sir, he can help us."