There is not so much time and energy for Meng Xinghe to examine himself here.
There are not so many reasons for things in this world.
When everything is pushed forward and becomes like this, then no matter what it is, you have to face it head on.
"That's not really what you would say."
"This despicable and shameless energy is exactly like me." Meng Xinghe said.
In the rolling flames, thick black smoke continued to sweep across, and strong winds still ravaged this originally fertile land.
The rolling killings, as well as the resentment, unwillingness, curses and other emotions scattered in the air before the annihilation of the remaining souls after the death of many Fujitora, were all received by Meng Xinghe without any obstacles.
Hmm... It's a little pity that there are a few extremely powerful Fujitora remnant souls. They seem to know the role of Monk Xumi, so most of their resentment is devoted to Monk Xumi, so that Meng Xinghe's gains
Reduced a lot.
As for why Meng Xinghe didn't directly capture those remnant souls to devour?
Of course it was because, right opposite him, stood Monk Xumi!
"I should have thought it was you! I didn't expect it to be true. Since you pulled out the knife... then you must die." Monk Xumi stared at Meng Xinghe and said.
Meng Xinghe's eyes flickered, and then he sighed and said: "Actually... Immortal Emperor Taihao has no chance of surviving now... You made the wrong choice."
Meng Xinghe revealed some inside information in disguise.
However... Such a cryptic reminder was too cryptic, so Monk Xumi didn't understand it at all and just regarded this sentence as a provocation.
"You still like to show off your power with words!" Monk Xumi sighed.
The next moment, he had already declared war without warning.
He didn't come to Meng Xinghe for a decisive battle, let alone to settle the past.
He had only one purpose...to kill Meng Xinghe and prevent him from drawing his sword to attack Immortal Emperor Taihao.
Let Immortal Emperor Taihao be able to recover calmly.
Quietly, a golden lotus bloomed right in Meng Xinghe's heart.
At the same time, a large number of Buddhist sounds began to echo in his mind.
All the killings, all the sins, and all the karma he had committed in the past were ignited at this moment.
The raging fire of karma burned from the heart, as if it was going to burn out his soul, and even burned towards the main body through the connection between the clone and the main body.
This is the subtlety of Buddhism.
It often occurs in a moment, without any accumulation, starting point, sign, or effect. It often occurs in the individual's mind. As long as there is evil, sin, guilt, persistence, and obsession in the heart, it will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.
And in this thousands of worlds, there are countless living beings.
How many people can be confident and have a clear conscience?
Meng Xinghe was surrounded by karma fire, and half of his body had rotted away in an instant.
But he was unhurried.
Amidst the entanglement of karma and fire, holding a wisdom seal in hand takes on the appearance of a Buddha, feeling at ease and at ease.
The sins and karma of the past are all dissipated in his heart.
Killing is to protect the Tao, and everything you do is upright.
Buddha is righteous, and so are demons.
My way is supreme and my way is righteous!
The blazing fire of karma was extinguished on Meng Xinghe's body in an instant.
The golden lotus at the heart has turned into a red lotus that blooms freshly and gathers a lot of karma fire.
Meng Xinghe gestured towards his heart and actually picked out the red lotus from his heart.
Holding a lotus flower in hand, the petals are turning slightly.
He raised his hand and flew towards Monk Xumi.
"Speaking of which, this is also the first real confrontation between you and me."
"You gave me a Buddha lotus, then I will also give you a magic lotus."
"Let's see whether your Buddha nature is stronger or my demonic heart is deeper." Meng Xinghe opened his mouth and said.
The red lotus flies very slowly.
But Xumi couldn't hide.
The so-called subtlety of Buddhism lies in exchanging heart for heart.
Let your own Buddha's heart infect your opponent, so that your spell can appear subtle and magical.
Without a Buddha's heart, this Buddhist practice will be superficial, not subtle, not mysterious. It is not much different from those third-rate magic techniques. At most, it only has some natural attribute bonuses, which can be used against evil spirits.
Heretics have a certain deterrent effect.
Xumi was originally a Buddhist genius at Damitao Temple.
His master took great pains to let him realize the meaning of Zen.
The purpose is to enable him to awaken the Buddha's heart and maximize the power of the Buddha's teachings.
And everything has two sides.
Transmit the law from the heart, in subtle ways, to frighten the opponent, and to defeat the enemy without fighting.
This is the power of Buddhism.
If the Buddha's mind is no match for the opponent's mind, or is overcome by the opponent.
It will lead to strong backlash, and the spiritual impact will hit the Buddha's heart directly.
This is the weakness of Buddhism.
The so-called wake-up call, a sudden enlightenment, putting down the butcher's knife, and becoming a Buddha immediately... This is actually a shortcut to practice.
It is also a shortcut for Buddhist monks.
And all those who take shortcuts will eventually face the problem of unstable foundations.
The Karmic Fire Red Lotus successfully entered Sumeru's heart.
There was no expression on his face.
In the eye holes, the white whites of the eyes were quickly disappearing.
His bright eyes were completely dark at the moment.
The monk's robes, which were originally stained with ink, were quickly rendered black.
Suddenly, behind Xumi, a huge demon god appeared.
This demon has eight faces and thirty-two arms, holding a pestle, a copper bell, a flower basket, a sword, a gun, a vase, a palace lantern, a pearl, etc., a total of twenty magical objects. The other arms all hold different mudras, but
It is not a Buddhist mudra, but it evolved from many Buddhist mudra.
The demon god carries chaos all over his body, faintly swallowing the vast energy of everything in this world, and seems to have the power to collapse everything, destroy everything, and subvert everything.
When Meng Xinghe saw this demonic appearance, he felt frightened.
This seems to be a state of oppression stemming from race.
"Xumi...he actually cultivated the Demon God's Dharma?" In the fairyland of his brain, Lin Xi's body was equally horrified and inexplicable.
He, a serious demon, has never come into contact with the 'concept' of the Chaos Demon God, but is just working hard in this direction.
How come Monk Xumi has reached such a stage and actually has the appearance of a demon?
"interesting!"
"It's really interesting!" Lin Xi said with a smile on his lips.
At the same time, his thoughts were synchronized with Meng Xinghe's high frequency, and the Buddhist truths he understood in the deep cold dream evolved in Meng Xinghe's mind one by one, and then turned into the seal in his hand, the Buddha's light on his body, and the Buddha's shadow behind him.
The Buddha's shadow is in darkness, but it shines with light.
He stands on a lotus platform with his feet and a tin staff in his hand.
Be patient and motionless, like the earth; be still and meditate deeply, like a secret treasure.
This is the Ksitigarbha dharma image among the four great Bodhisattva dharma images in Buddhism.
In hell, the light of Buddha blooms; in the deepest place, the light of the soul that guides goodness is immortal.
It's just right for Meng Xinghe.
The light of Buddha and the evil spirit of the devil are constantly colliding and biting.
Like old enemies, across time and space, they meet again, incompatible with each other and refusing to give in to each other.