"Did you see that the purple-browed old man opposite is still my master in terms of seniority? What a pity."
Lord Huofeng, and Old Man Mojing, were explaining one by one the ancient strong men in the other side's camp.
The Buddhist Sangha, after a period of being passively beaten by Beigong, finally began to fight back.
Twenty-one secret realm heavens above the head, surrounded by a huge source circle, separate such a huge battlefield.
Sons of Fortune, Mingshan and Hua Ling, led a group of high-level officials to appear on the stage created by themselves and surrounded the main force of the Sangha on the opposite side.
"What about the hairless ones?"
Hua Ling is extremely impatient. These are all minions in front of him. Only when the Wufa ones are eliminated can the success be considered complete.
However, there was the Unforgiving Marquis on the opposite side, as well as other ancient powerful men, including the Buddhist disciple who had been in the limelight recently.
That Buddha is just a fat little kid who eats his fingers, nothing special about him.
The only thing is that Wufa, the founder and soul figure of the Buddhist Sangha, was not present.
"Did he run away?"
Mingshan shook his head, "It's absolutely impossible, it's definitely coming."
He glanced at his sister, slightly worried, "The ghost infection on your body has never recovered. It won't affect the big things in the future, right? Meng
"Of course not." Hua Ling shook her head.
But he said that at the same time, practitioners and ghosts also began to compete for status, and it would be a battle that was not inferior to this place.
Now they have no time to think about anything else and can only concentrate on fighting the enemy group of monks in front of them.
Since the one without hair will show up, take this opportunity to kill a few of his generals to gain the upper hand.
"Lord Huofeng, you go first."
Lord Huo Feng stepped out, looking at the bald heads on the opposite side, and suddenly heard a voice from a certain direction, "No, no, I won't save you, but do you dare to fight?"
His first challenge was against Hou Buxiao, the former ghost immortal.
The Hou Bu Sheng confessed his guilt and explained, "The young monk is Jue Fei, not the Hou Bu Sheng. Please be careful what you say."
"They are all the same, ghosts, immortals and monks are all the same."
After Huo Fengjun appeared on the stage, he took the lead. He opened his palms and flew out five tablets, each of which was filled with propriety, justice, integrity, wisdom, and trust.
Five stone tablets flew across the sky, arriving in unison, aiming at Bu Bu She Hou and falling from the sky.
"Five Virtues Monument."
The purple-browed old man saw how powerful it was, this was Fire Phoenix Lord's signature magic weapon, a moral magic weapon refining his opinion.
This treasure is uniquely suited to deal with the Marquis Bushe. Busha was full of misdeeds in the first half of his life, and was most severely suppressed by the moral suppression of the stone tablet.
As expected, the stone tablet fell, and the moon became heavier and heavier, as if attracted by the sin in the body of the unforgivable lord.
"Impossible, I have already changed my mind and turned from evil to good."
Marquis Buxin opened his eyes, only to see smoke billowing above his head, the five-sided stone tablets rotating back and forth, getting closer and closer, and each big character shining brightly.
The dazzling light stung his eyes and almost brought tears to his eyes.
"Don't forgive me, do you think you can atone for your sins by saying a few words? It's ridiculous."
Lord Huo Feng said loudly, "Human sins are like writing on a blank piece of paper. Once a mistake is made, it cannot be corrected. No matter how you erase and modify it, it will remain on the paper and remain unchanged forever."
Hou Buhou used his mind power one after another in an attempt to shake Huofeng Lord's mind, but the other party's mind was determined and unshakable.
Then, he switched to the Divine Foot Power in an attempt to get out of the killing range of the Five Virtues Monument, but ultimately failed.
"ah!"
With a scream, the Five Virtues Monument fell, suppressing the Bujiu Hou and completely wiping him out.
The first battle ended with the Son of Luck winning the battle, and the elder of the Sangha, Hou Buxiao, was killed.
Lord Fire Phoenix won the first battle and returned to the camp with a smile. Many senior officials congratulated him.
"The young monk came to ask for advice."
Among the monks, a tall and thin man stood out from the crowd. He was more than twice the height of an ordinary person. His hands and feet were as long as dry wood. His face was full of sorrow, with two eyebrows and thick earlobes hanging on his shoulders.
Looking at the monks, there was a calm and peaceful atmosphere, and they were not at all sad because of the death of Hou Bushe in battle.
It is said that Wufa teaches believers and followers not to be confused by external things, such as joy and sorrow, and to maintain a normal mind.
However, it does seem a bit heartless to see his companions die in battle without feeling sad.
"The little monk doesn't have many names.
Buduo monk took the initiative to challenge. The crowd at the Son of Luck's side was commotion for a moment, and a Gao Tianshi named Piao Jike walked out.
Piao Jike and Buduo Seng began to fight fiercely, going back and forth.
After a while, the monk took out a nine-section steel pestle from his arms, knocked down Piao Jike's magic weapon, and beat the opponent's brain to death.
One win, one loss, and it was back to a draw.
There was no need for the Shanhua sisters to urge them, as some senior officials took the initiative to fight and named the other monks to fight.
The old man Mo Jing looked expressionless as he watched the battles in front of him. The most exciting part was yet to come!
...The intersection of dreams and reality, in the endless cracks and fragments.
The hairless man sat calmly on top of an abyss, as if he was wandering in the sky.
Inside his two holes, four holes were floating and rising, like stars swimming in the night sky.
"You have to escape the catastrophe, and he also has to escape the catastrophe. Everyone has to stay out of the catastrophe that will destroy the world."
"But one disaster after another is like a heavy hammer hitting a red-hot iron block. It was originally born to make this world purer and more beautiful."
"When you get on stage, you must be mentally prepared to lie down in a coffin and exit with dignity."
After pondering for a long time, he stood up, patted his robes, turned around and left the space.
The moment he left, faces rose up from the endless abyss, expressionless, staring at the place where the hairless man had sat.
"After all, it's still..."
From the very beginning, Buddhism did not come to this world to escape calamity.
What Wufa people say about saving sentient beings is not to escape from catastrophe, but to achieve a high degree of spiritual liberation even in the face of catastrophe.
In other words, there was no escape or avoidance of the catastrophe, and even he could not escape it.
There are always some people who overestimate their own capabilities and try to escape disaster. The harder they struggle, the deeper they sink.
"Sorry everyone, I'm late."
The Wufa stepped on a small boat, flew through the air, and inserted into the battlefield composed of twenty-one secret realms.
"Grandmaster,"
Many members of the Sangha knelt down with great respect in front of the floating boat of the hairless man. It was the boat for crossing the tribulation.
All eyes were fixed on the small boat at the feet of Wufa, seeming to speculate that this object was a magic weapon and had something to do with the rumored boat used by Buddhism to ferry sentient beings.
"It's not too late, just come."
Mingshan smiled at Wufa, "Wufa, if you don't come, there will be no point in fighting.
The helpless man dropped the boat and raised his hand to support it. The boat turned into blades of grass and flowed into the wind. "Buddha, come here."
The fat boy couldn't run fast because of his short legs, but the monk next to him picked him up and lifted him into the air, smiling at the hairless man.
"Romantic and innocent, an innocent baby, a Buddhist child has a great connection with Buddha."
The hairless man praised twice, held the fat baby in his arms, raised his head and said, "Continue."
The two sides who were at a truce in the field nodded after hearing the words, and each used their magic weapons to kill the other side.