Chapter 228: The Land of Ultimate Bliss in the South, the Tathagata from the West is here
"The evil heretic has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and specializes in confusing all living beings with his evil words. Qianhu must not waste words with him, lest he fall into the evil spell and be controlled by him involuntarily."
Pudu Cihang waved his hand to stop Zuo Qianhu who was still about to say something. His compassionate smile remained unchanged and he said to Liao Wenjie: "The benefactor's evil spirit has penetrated deep into his bones and he is already terminally ill. If you don't mind, the poor monk has the supreme Dharma to help."
The benefactor is freed from the boundless sea of suffering.”
What's going on?
Zhiqiu Yiye blinked. Although Liao Wenjie was a bit evil, after two days of getting along, he could see that these were just appearances. Pudu Cihang's Dharma was profound, and there was no reason to come up in the name of subduing demons...
Could it be that these two people have a grudge?
Zhiqiu Yiye scratched his head and said kindly: "You two, the monsters are coming soon. We should put aside the past grudges and work together. If one of us hits our own, it will not hurt anyone."
It makes sense, but no one criticizes him, it's as if he didn't say it.
"The evil heretic has a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue, and specializes in deceiving the public with his evil words... There is nothing wrong with it, I completely agree."
Liao Wenjie nodded, waved slightly, and held the Victory Evil Sword in his hand: "I didn't expect that a monster like you is quite self-aware, but it's a pity that you are full of evil spirits. Even if you practice Buddhism and put on a layer of human skin, you can't suppress the evil in it.
, stop pretending in front of poor people."
"Donor, do you really have no intention of repenting?"
"You smell fishy, and you must have eaten a lot of people. Let me figure out what kind of monster turned into a spirit..."
Liao Wenjie raised his hand and pinched it: "It doesn't look like a spider, nor does it look like a worm or a poisonous scorpion... Hey, could it be that you are a big centipede!?"
"Amitabha!!"
A flash of murderous intent flashed in Pudu Cihang's eyes, and he shouted a Buddha's name to cover it up, with a cold tone: "The poor monk tried to persuade me with good words, but the donor was not only stubborn, but also hurt others with harsh words and wanted to humiliate others. In this case, the poor monk can only
I have come to meet the donor with the Dharma."
"That's right. If the theory doesn't make sense, just turn to physics. Conquering demons and demons is nothing more than that."
Liao Wenjie nodded, then gave a condescending look: "You are skinny and skinny, and your fists are nowhere near as big as a casserole. You probably don't have the strength to hit anyone. Why don't you discover the demonic body of the giant centipede and let's fight to the death."
"Donor, don't talk nonsense!"
Pudu Cihang narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, golden light bloomed all over his body, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
Behind her, more than a dozen monks and attendants danced with orchestral instruments in their hands. For a moment, Buddhist scriptures were chanted loudly, which made people feel trance-like.
"Namo Amitabha~"
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find shore~"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~"
"..."
Sanskrit chant!
Demons who practice Buddhism will not have a righteous heart, and the Buddha's dharma will not be righteous either.
The good Buddhist Zen thoughts turned into chaotic inner thoughts at this moment, madly attacking Liao Wenjie's seven orifices and six senses.
Like the tide, like silk thread, although there is no sound of thunder filling the ears, it is continuous, unclear and endless. Once it penetrates into the ears, it will make people fall into the realm of illusion forever, and only want to die.
"Oh, why do you involve me in your fight? I'm innocent."
Zhiqiu Yiye stuffed talismans into his ears and jumped off the roof with a strange scream. Even now, he still thinks that Liao Wenjie and Pudu Cihang were fighting each other because of personal grudges.
Liao Wenjie:
How should I put it? Although the person opposite was singing very hard, his voice was not soft, and he was full of gloomy moods. But when he listened to the Sanskrit chants for his life, he didn’t feel anything at all. He even felt a little sleepy and wanted to sleep.
That’s ridiculous!
If we really want to talk about danger, before there was no Black Mountain Mask, the psychological shock caused by him running the blood-colored mind power was a hundred times more dangerous than the life-threatening Sanskrit sound. If he was not careful, he would have murderous thoughts everywhere, and he wanted to find a head to chop off and play as a ball.
So, a dozen people playing, playing and singing, that’s all they have?
"A monster is a monster. It disturbs people's peace at night. Don't the neighbors need to sleep?"
Liao Wenjie snorted coldly, and took off the Victory Evil Sword, whizzing down, turning into a sharp red light, carrying boundless sharpness, and headed straight for Pudu Cihang in the monk formation.
"Shadow and spirit are like swords!"
Pudu Cihang was unmoved, his cassock danced without any wind, and suddenly spread out in front of him. The swastika Buddha seal bloomed with golden light, and with a clang, the Victory Evil Sword flew into the air.
"Namo Amitabha~"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~"
"..."
Suddenly, the Sanskrit chants demanding life became louder, and Zuo Qianhu was the first to bear the brunt. He stood there with blurred eyes, and stiffly raised his hand to touch the steel knife behind his back.
He held it, then loosened it, and then loosened it, and he looked extremely struggling.
People like Zuo Qianhu already had astonishing concentration. In the entire Zhengqi Villa, except for Zhiqiu Yiye who had a talisman in his ear, the rest of the people, whether they were officers or soldiers or the sisters of the Fu family, all had their ears buzzing.
They couldn't resist the devastation of the life-demanding Sanskrit sound. Their eyes were dull and they were giggling foolishly on the spot.
Those who were even worse were like demons, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing crazily. While thinking about putting down the butcher knife, they cried out that their sins were serious and begged the Imperial Master to show mercy and help them escape from the sea of suffering.
"Hey, this is wrong of you. The fighting affects ordinary people. What kind of Buddhist monk are you?"
Zhiqiu Yiye shouted, but was ignored again, and he jumped on the spot in anger.
"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and the Taiyuan is shining brightly..."
Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged, holding a bag in his arms, and Pudu Cihang recited Buddhist sutras, while he recited Taoist sutras. The two voices were mixed, one was compassionate with demonic nature, making people intoxicated and depraved, and the other was a brilliant atmosphere, which drove away evil spirits and avoided evil.
Like the morning light sweeping away the darkness.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately~"
"..."
"The demon king restrained his hands and guarded me; the evil and evil dissipated, and the energy of the Tao always remained."
"..."
The two voices are mixed together, and it is impossible for a direct observer to distinguish them. It is like two lost roads ahead, and I don't know which one to choose.
"Zuo Qianhu, the magic power of the demon is very strong, please give me a helping hand as a poor monk." Pudu Cihang's eyes were slightly lowered, his compassionate smile faded, and he became extremely fierce in an instant.
"I'm sorry, Imperial Master. Although I am a martial artist, my ability to slay demons and demons has been in our country for a long time, so naturally I will not stay out of it."
Zuo Qianhu agreed vaguely. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he simply stopped thinking about it. According to past experience, when he couldn't distinguish between good and evil, he just obeyed orders and acted.
Clang!
He pulled out two steel knives from his back, with shocking murderous intent in his eyes. He tapped his toes on the ground, swung his body upwards, and swung the knife towards Liao Wenjie, who was sitting on the roof.
A red ghost hand came out. When he saw it, he quickly stopped and fell to the top of the courtyard wall.
Unexpectedly, the ghost hand did not attack him. Instead, it picked up Zhiqiu Yiye in the yard and threw it twice in the air before hitting him hard.
"Hey, you guys are going on forever, right? I will be angry, really angry."
Zhiqiu Yiye and Zuo Qianhu bumped into each other, and they fell from the courtyard wall. They both suffered from headaches and swelling.
"No, this is not a Buddhist sound, this is a life-threatening Sanskrit sound!"
Zhiqiu Yiye suddenly woke up, looked at Pudu Cihang with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: "You monster monk, you actually use evil magic to harm people, who are you?"
"You are so bold, how dare you collide with the master of the country!"
Zuo Qianhu shook his head, his eyes had just regained clarity, and after being paid close attention to by Pudu Cihang, he immediately fell into a state of unconsciousness, and raised his knife to chop at Zhiqiu Yiye.
"Oh, you, you really think that I am kind-hearted and won't use spells to deal with you, right?" Zhiqiu Yiye was struck by a large net of swords and light, causing him to run away with his head covered, and he escaped and sneaked into the ground.
Zuo Qianhu was swaying and lost his mind. Not only was his swordsmanship no longer as sharp as before, but his perception had also regressed a lot. He was stunned and couldn't find where Zhiqiu Yiye was.
"The divine soldiers are in a hurry. They are as urgent as laws and regulations. Give them to me!"
Zhiqiu Yiye sprang out from the ground, quickly drew the word "Imperial Order" on the palm of his hand, and then suddenly slapped Pudu Cihang.
To capture the thief, capture the king first, to shoot the man first, to shoot the horse. What he will shoot is Pudu Cihang.
However, it was of no use. Pudu Cihang received a body-holding spell, but Feng Qingyun was fine and continued to wrestle with Liao Wenjie while reciting Buddhist scriptures with her head down.
"Damn it, you can just look at me..."
Zhiqiu Yiye was hit hard and felt a pain in his heart. In anger, he activated his magic power, held a talisman in his hand, and suddenly shot out a pillar of flame.
"Order to expel ghosts and exorcise demons!"
The pillar of fire engulfed Pudu Cihang, and the sky was filled with flames that shot up into the sky, swirling up dust and covering all the monks and attendants behind her.
The life-calling Sanskrit music stopped there. After the fire light dissipated, Pudu Cihang was still standing on the spot intact, but the monk attendant behind him was nowhere to be seen.
"Amitabha, Zuo Qianhu, why don't you quickly kill the evil demons and heretics?"
When Zuo Qianhu heard the confusing sound, he just woke up and fell into it again. He swung his sword and shouted loudly, and the sword net fell down continuously. He learned that Qiu Yiye only dared to hide on the ground and did not dare to show his head.
"The donor's magic power is so powerful that I feel inferior to you, but you have gone against the will of heaven and repeatedly killed and committed crimes. Today, even if I die, I will surrender to you." Pudu Cihang said coldly.
"So, your band broke up?"
Liao Wenjie also responded coldly. As he spoke, dust rose in the courtyard of Zhengqi Villa, and dense red lines rushed high into the sky like a torrential rain, converging into twelve half-meter-wide pillars.
Tsk! Tsk-
The red thread rotated, twisting and strangling like a rag. Following the screams, a dull sound exploded in the red pillar, and wisps of red and green blood spattered in all directions.
A single red thread can be broken by an ordinary person with a stretched hand, but it can be condensed into a ball by hundreds or even thousands. Even a piece of iron can be twisted into a twist, let alone a person.
The red thread retreated back to the ground like a tide, leaving behind twelve pieces of indistinguishable rotten flesh. Liao Wenjie covered his face with his hands and shook his head slightly: "It smells so fishy. I don't know if these little monsters are your son, daughter, or grandpa's second uncle."
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"..."
Pudu Cihang didn't say anything, his face was neither sad nor happy, but he was trembling with anger.
"I accidentally killed them and I regret it so much..."
Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed red, he held the Sword of Victory tightly, and said in a cold voice: "It's really an unintentional mistake. I hope that the master of the country is wise in Buddhism. If you try to persuade me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, maybe once you say it, I will really do it."
Let it go."
"Evil heretic, today this poor monk will save you from going to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Pudu Cihang's face showed a ferocious look, and countless golden lights shone around him. As the wind and thunder rolled back in the sky, a huge amount of evil energy was released.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the demonic aura disappeared into thin air and disappeared without a trace, replaced by a golden glow.
Where Pudu Cihang is, a vast golden light spreads out, boundless Sanskrit sounds fall, and there are thousands of auspicious clouds rolling in from the distance, illuminating most of the night sky.
The golden light faded away, and the Buddha, about a hundred meters high, with his whole body covered in a layer of dark golden light, sat on the lotus platform, with his right hand raised to his chest, palm facing outward, forming the 'Fearless Seal'.