The first thousand and ninety-fifth chapters of the saint sacrifice to the sky, the mana is boundles
It's sunny after the rain and the trees outside Chang'an City have a particularly fresh smell after the spring rain.
Lin Ze came to the house as usual, waiting quietly for the Tathagata Buddha to arrive, carefully interpreting the image of being unwilling to be robbed of opportunities and always looking for faults in others.
Today is the tenth day that Tathagata Buddha officially took over the task of supporting the Jianmu Sacred Tree with the power of faith. One-third of the month is about to pass. How could Lin Ze not be more "enthusiastic"?
At three quarters of the hour, Tathagata Buddha appeared in front of Lin Ze on a cloud platform on time. He smiled at him with unknown meaning. Under his gaze, he gently stepped onto the newly built altar and sat cross-legged.
Golden cassocks were scattered and hanging from the edge of the altar.
Lin Ze couldn't help but said: "Be careful, don't damage the altar."
Tathagata Buddha chuckled and ignored Lin Ze. Having received generous heavenly rewards for nine consecutive days, he could especially understand the other person's depressed mood at the moment.
Anyone who is deprived of such an opportunity will feel uncomfortable, even those in the realm of saints are no exception.
What's more, the other party is a half-hearted emperor who has a shallow background and is always known for his selfishness and small-mindedness.
After a while, Tathagata Buddha got rid of distracting thoughts, kept his mind like a clear mirror, and with an almost pious attitude, slowly poured the collected power of faith into the trunk of the sacred tree.
This is the experience he summarized by worshiping for nine consecutive days, which can maximize the rewards from heaven.
Just like the previous days, a magnificent and bright beam of light fell from the nine heavens and landed on the head of Tathagata Buddha.
A series of fascinating avenues were unveiled in front of him, making him plunge into them without knowing it.
At this time, the altar shone brightly, complementing it, and the formation near the Jianmu Sacred Tree slowly rotated, emitting a mist.
Lin Ze's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he retreated a hundred miles away in one breath, looking from a distance with an uncertain expression.
Are you about to take action?
On the altar, Tathagata Buddha murmured, echoing the power of faith injected into the Jianmu sacred tree, vigorously grabbing heavenly rewards.
Thousands of miles away, on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, a Taoist sage sat on a Tai Chi diagram, his lips moved, and he recited a mantra in a low voice.
In an instant, a heavenly reward that was ten times the previous amount poured into Tathagata Buddha's body. However, instead of being happy at all, his face showed a look of shock and anger.
The Jianmu Sacred Tree was actually absorbing his cultivation.
"You are so bold and evil, how dare you plot against me."
Tathagata Buddha was extremely angry at this moment and was ready to cut off the connection with Jianmu Sacred Tree and teach the other party a lesson.
Isn't it good for a piece of vegetation to be used as a tool to obtain rewards from heaven? Even I dare to mess with it, and I'm looking for death.
The next moment, Tathagata Buddha's expression changed drastically. Not only was the connection between him and the Jianmu Sacred Tree unable to be severed, but the speed at which the other party absorbed his own cultivation increased dramatically.
I saw ripples in the air, and countless roots as thin as silk broke out of the air, like venomous snakes shooting out, piercing the Tathagata Buddha's body.
Tathagata Buddha snorted coldly, pushed his hands forward, and golden Buddha light burst out from his body, hitting the roots flying in the sky in front of him like a mountain.
The roots will be unable to break through the Buddha's light for a while, and the two sides are deadlocked in mid-air.
Tathagata Buddha did not hesitate and decisively took advantage of the wind to widen the distance between the two parties.
However, a huge force came from under him, and the golden cassock flew in the wind, but it could not fly.
Looking down, he saw hundreds of invisible chains sprouting from the altar, tightly locking him from the waist down.
Until now, Tathagata Buddha still didn't know that he was being plotted, and roared: "Lin Ze, how dare you plot against me? Do you really think that you are the ancient human emperor, who dominates the sea and is invincible?"
Lin Ze shook his head when he heard this, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. At this time, he was still being clever. He knew clearly that he was being plotted by the Taoist Saint, but he still said it was me. Do you think the Taoist Saint would let you live because of hearing this?
From the moment you accepted the advice given by the Taoist Sage and Li Dai Taozhang replaced the Buddha and entered the Buddhist sect, you were destined to suffer today's calamity.
"It's not that easy to suppress me."
Obviously, Tathagata Buddha is not a master who accepts his fate. He inhales into his belly, and with a sound like a bell, he chants word by word: "Om, ma, na, ba, mi, hum."
A powerful force broke through the void and descended on the Tathagata Buddha. The chain that locked his lower body suddenly shattered in half, and the roots that were in a stalemate with the Buddha's light were also knocked out.
Tathagata Buddha took advantage of the situation and got up, preparing to escape from the dangerous place.
Thousands of miles away, Taoist Sage had a half-hearted smile on his face and muttered in a low voice: "Those who come, soldiers, and fight, all line up in formation, go forward, and march."
The Tathagata Buddha, who had just flown into the air, was shaken as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. He spit out a large mouthful of golden Buddha's blood and fell from the air like a kite that had lost its string.
The Buddha, Tathagata, lost his soul and asked in disbelief: "Sage, why? Why do you want to harm this poor monk?"
The Taoist Sage's leisurely voice came from the air: "Your Taoism is wrong. The poor Taoist is not harming you, but trying to bring order out of chaos."
Tathagata Buddha said angrily: "Isn't the path that the poor monk followed the path you guided me back then?"
The Taoist sage said indifferently: "Of course not. It happened to be the time when the Buddha lost his virtue and the Buddhist sect was leaderless. Seeing that you were bent on reviving Shinto and working hard for tens of thousands of years, I suggested that you refer to Buddhism's model of gathering the power of faith and change Shinto.
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"Who knew that you only wanted to occupy the magpie's nest, and you were obsessed with usurping the foundation of Buddhism and couldn't extricate yourself. You changed your original intention of reviving Shinto. Looking at you now, you don't even have the slightest desire to revive Shinto?"
Tathagata Buddha said angrily: "Who said there are no poor monks? The poor monks dream of reviving the Shinto. You are trying to inflict a crime, so why bother?"
Lin Ze was speechless as he listened on the sidelines. In this world of the jungle, it was impossible to kill the opponent directly. What high-sounding excuses could he find?
The same goes for Tathagata Buddha. The Taoist Sage is just trying to find an excuse. If you don't think of a way to resist, is it useful to just defend yourself?
The Taoist sage sneered: "Poor monk? Listen to what you call yourself. Do you remember that ten years ago you were called the God of Mount Tai, not Tathagata Buddha? You have even forgotten your own roots. What qualifications do you have to talk about reviving Shinto?"
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"What's more, your cultivation is the same as that of Buddhism. How can there be any shadow of Shinto? Today, Pindao will bring order to the chaos and send you into reincarnation to wash away the shadow of Buddhism. When you are reborn in the next life, he will lead you to Shinto. I will fulfill your wish.
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"Go in peace, there is no need to thank Pindao."
Nine large characters emitting misty clear light descended from the nine heavens, pressing Tathagata Buddha into the ground and unable to move.
Countless roots spread in and submerged themselves into Tathagata Buddha's body, frantically absorbing everything from him, including his cultivation and consciousness, not letting go of anything.
Lin Ze's back felt cold when he saw it. This was not the Jianmu Sacred Tree, this was clearly the Taotie.
Deep underground, Tathagata Buddha made a desperate cry: "Taoist sages and poor monks, even if they are reincarnated for hundreds of lives, they will never forget the hatred of today. In the future, they will definitely destroy your Taoist sect to vent their hatred."
Taoist Saint said indifferently: "It's stubborn and ineffective."
A clear light fell again, but this clear light did not fall on Tathagata Buddha, but fell on the Jianmu sacred tree.
I saw that the roots inserted into Tathagata Buddha's body grew wildly, and the speed of absorption increased by more than three times.
The Tathagata Buddha's body deflated like a deflated rubber ball.
"I curse you in the name of Shinto, and you will never be able to enter the realm of transcendence for eternity."
After saying his last words, Tathagata Buddha's whole body collapsed into a ball of spiritual energy, and every drop was absorbed by the Jianmu Sacred Tree.
The next moment, countless thunderbolts descended, striking the Jianmu Sacred Tree with its flying branches and leaves crazily.
The three-thousand-foot-tall tree trunk caught fire in many places, and many thick branches were chopped into soot.
This is Heaven's punishment for building the sacred tree and causing the fall of the saint.
A phantom appeared at the crown of the Jianmu Sacred Tree. The phantom image gradually turned into reality and grew taller, as if it had taken a big tonic.
This is the spirit of building wood.
Lin Ze immediately guessed the identity of the shadow. Under his own eyes, the shape of the ghost-like Jianmu Spirit slowly changed, and finally turned into a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, standing gracefully in front of him.
He bowed slightly and said, "Jianmu pays homage to my brother."
Lin Ze looked at the girl who was slightly absent-minded and had a very unreal feeling.
A good saint's realm is gone like this?
The spirit of Jianmu, which is said to require the nourishment of countless faiths and living consciousness, can be achieved easily by swallowing a saint?
What will be Dao Sheng's next plan? When he accepted himself as his disciple, would the same trap be waiting for him?