In Yuandu, now the city of Beijing, the thick and strong city walls are covered with black spots, which are the marks of the smoke of war.
Above the clouds, several figures lined up on both sides, confronting each other. On one side, a man and a woman stood to the left and right of "Emperor Yuan". The woman among them had long green hair behind her, flying in the air like poisonous snakes sticking out their tongues.
, she is right
Looking at the opposite side, he said in a cold voice, "Zhao Tong, although you have been canonized as a saint, you are only limited to Lushan Mountain's Demon Prisoner Peak. If we really talk about seniority, if you go to the Great Freedom Palace of Heaven and Earth one day, you still have to be called
I’ll wait for you, senior brother and sister!”
Zhao Tong, still wearing a yellow face and black gauze, with a wild flower in his hair, smiled faintly at the green-haired witch and replied, "Senior Sister Qiu, you are too worried. I have no other intention of attacking Yuandu this time.
Just to find the reincarnation seal as soon as possible."
The green-haired witch raised her eyebrows, "Do you think the reincarnation seal is in Yuandu?"
Zhao Tong smiled and said nothing. Next to him, Wang Baobao stood silently, the vajra in his hand shining with a cold black light.
A middle-aged man with majestic appearance and luxurious clothes put his hands behind his back and stared longingly at the north without saying a word for a long time. Hu Meier stepped forward, wrapped her arms around the man's arms like vines spreading in midsummer, and said softly,
"Prince, there is no need to worry. No matter how rampant the demonic monks are, Master Duoji and the others will definitely be able to preserve the royal family."
Outside Yuandu City, Han Lin'er, with his withered body covered in a large and graceful dragon robe, slowly lifted into the air from the shaft of the chariot with Han Kuang's hand. Countless voices under his feet shouted, "Escort!" Several figures immediately rose into the air and surrounded them.
They formed a circle and protected Han Lin'er and Han Kuang in the center.
Higher up, the male and female demonic monks standing next to "Emperor Yuan" glanced down with their spiritual consciousness, glanced at each other, and then said to "Emperor Yuan" in the middle, who was actually the third prince of Yuanting, Baltsoda, "The situation is over.
Third Prince, why don't you follow me up to Lushan Mountain and make a long-term plan." After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Tong and others again, then flew directly towards Lushan Mountain with Barzoda in his arms.
"You just wait, I will compete with you on Mount Lu!" Baltsoda, who was half protected, half held hostage, flew away from Yuandu involuntarily, but he said incomparably.
There were countless figures in Yuandu City, flying into the air and following these three people.
Han Lin'er, with countless blushes on her pale face, grabbed Han Kuang's hand with one hand and waved it forward with the other hand, while shouting loudly, "Thousands of achievements are right in front of you, where are the disciples of this sect!?"
The sound of killing resounded in the sky. Countless soldiers rushed towards Yuandu like a tide.
Not long after, the city was broken. Amid the cries of killing, Yuandu turned into a hell on earth.
The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, could not have imagined that in less than a hundred years, the imperial hegemony would be gone.
A group of chariots and horses rushed out from the north gate and headed straight for the desert.
Wang Baobao led his men into the city; Zhao Tong flew down and without even looking at Han Lin'er, he pointed to the north and said to Han Kuang, "That group of people must be the leaders and remnants of Yuanting. You can lead the troops."
Follow me to intercept and kill him."
Having said that, four demon flags appeared in the void, with winds and clouds surging, covering the sky and the sun. Han Kuang led a team of people behind him, and following the pull of the void demon flags above his head, they flew to the group of warehouses like soaring clouds and mist.
Before the convoy heading north in panic.
The horses were neighing and their hooves were flying. There were also warriors in this group of convoys. One by one, they lightly clamped their legs, rode out on their horses, held swords and carried sword pouches, and rushed out.
Han Kuang, standing next to Zhao Tong, said loudly to these Mongolian warriors, "The Mongolian cavalry is sweeping across the world. But you have conquered the world with excessive force, which has greatly harmed the peace of the world. Your luck has declined. Now, you still want to fight to the death?"
Before he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him, all like murderous gods, had silently completed the outflanking.
Behind, in Yuandu, the sound of killings shook the sky, and wailing sounded all day long! In front, there were heavy demonic troops. In such a situation, even those few Mongolian warriors who were not afraid of death could not help but lose their spirit. They did not wait for the general to speak, and a
Although they were well-trained in forming a well-organized defensive formation, their faces had a tragic look on them.
But at this moment, the pampered ladies and even children in the motorcade began to cry loudly.
Zhao Tong looked at all this and listened to the endless cries of despair in the gorgeous carriage in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Vaguely, as if for a moment, he returned to the days and scenes in Anfeng City that day. That man
The scene of cannibalism, the wounded soldiers everywhere, Liu Futong's increasingly old and haggard, increasingly violent and domineering face...
Time seems to go back. Back in Yuandu, Shuyue Pavilion, there were scenes where I was suppressing laughter. Earlier, I was twisting my waist and hips, shaking my hands and arms, pretending to be the witch under the seat of Pasiba.
And Grandma Liu vomited blood and died in front of her.
Zhao Tong felt a surge of joy from the bottom of her heart! She almost looked up to the sky and smiled. She slowly raised her right hand and pointed her index finger straight out, "No need to say more, kill!" Behind her, there were four demon flags as tall as a palace fan.
, blowing in the wind, rolling up layers of black clouds. In the black clouds, there are streaks of black
The shadows flew out, followed Zhao Tong's fingers, and rushed towards the strong Mongolian palace guards below. These black shadows had no real form, twisting strangely, but making sounds, just like the night in the valley in the spring.
The cat's meow is spring, shrill and shrill, creepy.
The Mongolian soldiers shouted loudly and sprayed a mouthful of bright red blood into the air. A layer of blood mist suddenly flew up in the air. They then waved their swords in order, and suddenly there was a loud golden sound, and countless cold lights ignited in the blood mist.
It shot out like a burst of soul-stirring magic power, cutting off all the black shadows that rushed forward. The shadows were cut off, but then they gathered together and formed a black cloud, pressing down on them.
Zhao Tong stood expressionless in the sky without any movement. A magic flag rose behind him. The flagpole faced a little farther down, and a black light as thick as a wicker flew out and landed in the black cloud.
The black clouds rapidly turned and changed, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a skeleton of a demon general about ten feet tall.
There are green lights emanating from the two empty eye sockets on the head. The black helmet and black armor are engraved with complicated secret patterns, which look like real and lifelike. This tall and powerful demon general leaned back slightly and held halberds in both hands.
He raised it above his head, like an executioner, swinging a broadsword, and slashed it down diagonally from the upper right.
For a moment, ghosts cried and howled in the air, and the black brilliance suddenly burst out from the halberd, passing through the blood mist that had not completely dispersed like lightning, and spreading like an undertow in the night, drowning and swallowing the little bit of cold light in an instant.
At this time, Buddhist secret mantras rang out, and many Buddha and Bodhisattva statues appeared in the sky, all of which emitted pure white light, dispersing the black lightning and black undercurrent. A halo emerged outside the convoy, covering the demon general's long hair.
The halberd blocked the outside. After the night chaos in Yuandu, the third prince, in the name of Emperor Yuan,
All Lamaist things should be surrendered and destroyed, and ministers, princes, and imperial guards were strictly ordered not to hide or wear Lamaist Buddha statues and other ornaments. At this moment, these loyal and loyal elite guards of Yuanting, regardless of the ban, secretly carried the Buddha statues and beads that they had worn for many years, and took away
Take it out, hold it in your hands, hold it in front of your chest, or even raise it to your head.
In the carriage, after a while, the sound of pious chanting rang out. It started to sound a little flustered and hurried, but then gradually became calmer and calmer. Several Buddha statues flew out from the carriage and settled in the mid-air. The auspicious clouds arrived and the fragrance continued.
Sanskrit chants are heard everywhere.
At some point, the demon general had disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Tong was high in the air, quietly looking down at everything below. After a moment, he smiled coldly and whispered to Han Kuang beside him. Han Kuang nodded excitedly and shouted loudly to the people behind him.
, "The White Lotus Army obeys the order!"
Behind him, the group of sergeants with white lotuses embroidered on their chests were already in full formation. Upon hearing Han Kuang's order, they all sounded a loud bugle, which shook all directions, and a mighty Buddha's breath shot straight into the sky.
Dorji, who was hiding in the dark, sighed softly, and walked out of the Dharma Realm with a dozen lamas. He first stared at Yuandu City, which was now full of wars, killings and cries, and then looked at the few buildings below.
Respect and familiarity
After looking at the Buddha statue that he was familiar with, he finally looked straight at Zhao Tong across from him, clasped his hands and said, "Master Zhao, when will retribution happen? These people below have always devoted themselves to the Buddha and have never done anything evil. Why don't you sell the little monk a small piece of face and get a mercy?
Forgive me."
Master Dorje!
There was a burst of cheers below. Many people cried with joy, and many people shouted Dorje's name, telling how they respected Lamaism in the past, how they paid homage to Dorje, and what great donations they had made... Some people knelt down and looked up to the sky.
Make a sincere wish, what will you do after today?
Duoji turned a deaf ear and said nothing, just staring at Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong smiled faintly and pointed behind Han Kuang, "This is the surviving disciple of my White Lotus Sect. The hatred of the country and the family, thousands of people, how can it be offset and erased by your few words, Master?"
Duoji remained silent.
Over there, Han Kuang waved his hand, and the disciples of the White Lotus Sect below him chanted Buddhist chants and held weapons in their hands as they charged towards Yuanting's convoy. These disciples of the White Lotus Sect were secretly trained by Zhao Tong.
, all of them have practiced the White Lotus Heart Technique of the Hualien Miaofa Sect at Mount Lushan Lotus Peak, and they are not tainted with a trace of demonic aura, but rather have a trace of Buddhist aura. The Buddhist halo around Yuanting's convoy cannot hinder them at all.
Although Duoji had vaguely expected it just now, when he saw this situation, he still looked bitter and immediately ordered the dozen lamas who had accompanied him to go down to help. He looked at Zhao Tong who was speeding towards the opposite side.
He made seals with his hands, recited a mantra, and with a golden light all over his body, he stepped forward to greet him.
At this moment, Zhao Tong's four demon flags have disappeared. She is alone, holding a jade bone sword, and wearing a black gauze, as if dancing on the clouds. The black gauze is flying, and the white sword flowers are like this from the sky,
It bloomed all the way. There was no fragrance of flowers, no pretentiousness, some were bright black and white, and some were hidden life and death.
Duoji's face was solemn, sitting on the colorful clouds, spinning a prayer wheel in his hand, but his figure was looming, apparently he had secretly sacrificed the mandala Dharma Realm. His body of spiritual consciousness was in the Dharma Realm, and the prayer wheel was spinning rapidly in his hand.
, but appeared outside from time to time, amidst the faint sound of Sanskrit singing, golden light was emitted, colliding with Zhao Tong's bone sword in the air, and each time it burst out with bizarre colors, making the surrounding clouds look extremely alluring.
Gradually, Dorje sacrificed a tall three-headed and six-armed Manjushri Bodhisattva in the Dharma Realm, holding a prayer wheel in one hand, and the other five people each made seals. On the clouds outside the Dharma Realm, countless golden Buddha Dharma Appearances, Bodhisattva Dharma Appearances, or
Put your palms together, make a seal, or hold various instruments. And each Buddha's Dharma, Bodhisattva's Dharma,
Looking around, there are several figures of Zhao Tong emerging, flying rapidly, with different expressions. The bone swords in their hands are of different lengths and thicknesses. Some are as powerful as a five-foot sharp sword, as powerful as a hill, and some are no more than an embroidery needle, shining with fluorescent light.
Some are like transverse flutes and jade flutes, which make beautiful sounds, and some are like old trees and tender flowers, constantly performing the green, red and withered glory.
This fight had already alarmed Wang Baobao in Yuandu. He flew over and watched silently.
"Expanding Timur! At that time, all the true spiritual cultivators and elders of the Japanese religion worked together to perform the great **** of the Sea of Buddhas for you, giving you great fortune. Why did you actually enter the devil's path?" Suddenly, countless people appeared on the clouds.
They all looked sideways and asked Wang Baobao.
Wang Baobao looked down at the dark vajra in his hand, sneered for a moment, and said, "Buddha said he would transform the world, and you said you would give me a great fortune. Why did you give me a magic weapon instead?"
"Don't lie! Although this Mahanabo Vajra comes from the Tianwaitian Jiguang Temple, it has been personally blessed by Master and others. How can it be a magic weapon?!" Dorje's voice came from the tall statue.
The three-headed and six-armed image of Manjushri Bodhisattva emanates from all directions, accompanied by diffuse golden brilliance, which is extremely solemn.
Wang Baobao smiled coldly again and said no more.
"General Wang, what are you waiting for? I can already feel the breath of the Buddhist relic!"
Two figures flew from the sky like meteors and arrived in front of Wang Baobao in an instant. They were the two real monks of the demonic path who had left with the third prince Baltsoda. The one who spoke out at this moment was the male monk.
Wang Baobao suddenly frowned and was about to speak. At this moment, Zhao Tong, who was in the clouds where Duoji Dharma Realm was, incarnating in thousands of ways, waving his bone sword and dancing like a demon, suddenly spoke, "Everyone has his own ambitions, there is no need to force it. Sang Sang
Quanfang,Cui Fanyan,
Why don't you rush into the battle and help me?" Before he could finish his words, four demonic flags flew out from the void and clouds at extremely high speeds, lengthened against the wind, and pierced the sky. They emitted monstrous demonic energy and swept Duoji away.
The colorful clouds there were surrounding it.
Seeing this scene, the two demonic monks, a man and a woman, ignored Wang Baobao and flew in.
Wang Baobao's face darkened, but he saw that the void where Duoji and Zhao Tong had just fought was occupied by Zhao Tong's four demon flags. After a moment, the four demon flags gradually disappeared amidst the huge roar. Inside
, Duoji recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra, one sentence after another, and countless golden lotuses flashed past in the boundless darkness.
After a moment's hesitation, his vision went dark. A huge black column seemed to rise in front of him. It was so high that it couldn't reach the top. Duoji, Zhao Tong, Sang Quanfang, and Cui Panyan inside were all invisible and undetectable. Wang Baobao's
His face became even more gloomy. He raised his head and looked at the black demonic realm in front of him, and suddenly lifted up the black vajra in his hand.
He raised his strength and just hit it with all his strength. When he submerged into it, there was darkness in front of him. A huge black column seemed to rise in front of him. It was too high to reach the top. Duoji, Zhao Tong, Sang Quanfang, and Cui Fanyan were all inside.
I can't see or sense it at all. Even my vajra can only be roughly connected with my spiritual consciousness.
Wang Baobao stamped his feet, then turned around and flew away. After a moment, he landed in front of Prince Yuan in Taiyuan Mansion.
In Yingtian Mansion, Wuxu was half-kneeling in the woods outside Jiming Temple, with his head lowered, quietly listening to the last words of a dying man.
This is a monk whose cultivation level is no more than the fourth level of the mortal world. He is about fifty years old. To say that he is a monk of the fourth level of the mortal world is in the past. At this moment, he is just an old man who has run out of oil and gas, with a disheveled face.
The beard and hair, the shriveled body, and the face are all skin and bones. If it weren't for the two eyes in the eye sockets, which look bright due to the reflection of light, just looking at his face, it would be an exaggeration to say that it is a skeleton.
At this moment, he shrank in the lush green grass, looking at Wuxu, making a hoarse voice intermittently, and his cloudy eyes were a little bright and a little childlike.
"I joined the White Lotus Sect when I was twelve years old. I have wasted more than forty years, but I still have no chance of becoming a Buddha..."
Wuxu listened quietly. When Wuxu saw this man being thrown out outside Jiming Temple just now, he was already dying. After inputting his spiritual power, Wuxu realized that this man had gone crazy and lost his power.
On the verge of death, because of the curiosity in his heart, he lost a lot of spiritual power, so he was delayed until now, so that he can speak.
The old man seemed to know that he was not going to die soon. He grabbed Wuxu's hand and began to speak his last words. Like many people who were dying, this man first reviewed his life and talked about his regrets in this life.
It turned out that this man joined the White Lotus Sect at the age of twelve, and was taught martial arts like his father. He traveled all over the country and finally joined the army in the uprising. Then he went through fire and water, life and death, and finally was promoted to a deacon in the sect. (Wuxu is not the so-called deacon in the sect.
I understand very well, because this was done by Shi Hai
After the leader, when reorganizing the teaching affairs, the position was established. Wuxu tentatively understood it as a middle-level cadre.) However, not long after, the leader issued an order to teach all the disciples to practice the White Lotus Dharma. At first, he just talked about it.
, and then became more and more strict. Those who could not practice would be demoted.
He was a peripheral disciple and was even expelled from the sect. The White Lotus sect is complex, and the techniques he practices are also very patchy. This person has limited qualifications, and because of the techniques he originally practiced, he has practiced the White Lotus method several times.
It was unsuccessful. In the end, yesterday, I actually left because of it.
The fire was possessed by the devil, and his power was lost, and he became a useless person. Therefore, after the elders of Jiming Temple reviewed and surveyed him, they stuffed him with two taels of silver and gave him a gift as a gift. This man refused to accept it, or was unwilling to accept it, so he wandered around the temple gate several times, and finally
He was captured and sent to the temple. After some punishment, he was thrown out.
After listening, Wuxu was silent for a moment and asked, "What other unfulfilled wishes do you have?"
The old man looked at the roof, and several rays of sunlight hit his skull face through the gaps in the thatch. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly a hand tightly grasped Wuxu's hand, with a trace of begging in his eyes.
"I know that my senior is an eminent Buddhist monk. I would like to ask, after my death, will I be able to enter the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"
Wuxu remained silent.
Seeing this, the old man showed a wry smile and said, "The younger generation is dull and dull. In his early years, he mistakenly practiced heretic exercises. His karma is too heavy and he has no chance of being associated with me, the Buddha."
When Wuxu heard this, he had no choice but to say, "Just one word of Amitabha, and you can be reborn in bliss. Please be at ease."
The old man made a roaring sound from between his teeth, "Senior, there is no need to comfort this junior, who is about to die." After a pause, he suddenly said sharply, "I don't care about it either!"
Wuxu was startled, but suddenly he heard the old man say, seemingly crying but not crying, "Senior is an eminent Buddhist monk, can you show mercy?"
Wuxu sighed in his heart and asked quickly, "What is your unfulfilled wish, old man?"
But he saw the old man stretching out his other hand and pointing tremblingly at a little monkey not far away, "This junior is practicing the method of controlling beasts. I have lived a lonely life. This little monkey has been by my side for many years."
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Wuxu looked sideways and saw that the monkey next to him was hiding timidly behind a tree.
"Xiao Hou, don't be afraid, come here." The old man called lovingly. The little monkey finally came jumping over, grabbed the old man's arm, and whined, as if he knew his fate.
Not long ago.
The old man held the monkey's hand with one hand and Wuxu's hand with the other. There was a hint of begging in his eyes, "Senior, there is a saying in Buddhism that all living beings are equal, and all living beings are to be saved. This junior is not going to die soon, but this monkey...
I have already opened my spiritual wisdom. I wonder if my senior can be compassionate and give me some enlightenment, or send it to the realm of Hangzhou Prefecture?"
Hangzhou Prefecture and all lands are under the control of the demon cultivator of the East China Sea. The last sentence of this old man is the key point. He wants Wu Xu to send this monkey with enlightened spiritual wisdom to the place of demon cultivator.
This is also a choice. Wuxu thought for a moment and said, "Buddhism can also take it in and protect it as a protector for the mountain gate?" He was thinking about whether to send it to Lianfa Peak.
The old man cried and laughed, holding Wuxu's hand, "Buddhism is so profound that younger generations can't practice it, so how can a little monkey understand it?" His grief and indignation were beyond words.
His hands were holding tighter and tighter, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Wuxu knew that he was about to die, and he couldn't help but feel endless grief in his heart, and nodded silently to him.
The old man nodded solemnly when he saw Wuxu, then let go and died.
After enlightenment, he was still half-kneeling, listening to Buddhism's sravaka method, and walking in the bardo to listen to the secret teachings.
"There is a paradise in the west. There is a Buddha named Amitabha. He has infinite light and infinite life. He has glazed trees, golden sand and white lotus... His body and mind are pure. If he can purify one thought, he can sound the Buddha's name..."
But I saw this old man, with his body of spiritual consciousness, flying in the sky and clouds, indifferent. I couldn't help but feel extremely sad in my heart. I didn't expect that because of all the experiences in this life, he was resentful and no longer believed in Amitabha Buddha or the White Lotus Sect.
Wuxu meditated for a moment and then said again, "All the encounters in the past and present life have become the smoke of the past. Let go of your attachments and see the Buddhas." He then recited "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra".
The old man's spiritual body is still flying in the clouds, unchanged at all.
Wuxu was helpless. He didn't want his soul to dissipate, nor did he want his soul to fall into an unknown reincarnation (because Wuxu didn't know what sins he had committed in his previous life), nor did he want his soul to turn into a ghost and enter the devil's path.
After thinking about it, Wuxu had no choice but to sacrifice the conch shell passed down to him by Guanyin Bodhisattva from the Dharma Realm, chant the name "Namo the Great Merciful, Great Compassionate, Save the Suffering and the Great Inspiration Guanyin Bodhisattva" from the Dharma Realm, and collect his soul in it.
After doing this, Wuxu looked at the old man's shriveled body, silent and full of thoughts.
"How holy are you? How dare you seize the souls of our disciples outside Jiming Temple?!" A voice sounded like a thunderbolt, and a figure floated up from Jiming Temple and stood high in the sky.
As the saying goes
Bone swords and black gauze clouds are flying, and the towering Yuandu city wall is broken.
Some people cling to the Buddha's feet before death, while some people lose their energy and feel heartbroken.