Chapter 117 Invite me to Buddha and eat a certain sword
The moment he felt the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, what Li felt in his heart was not shock, but relief.
It turns out that this old monk relied on the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu!
The opponent's attainments in this skill are undoubtedly very deep. The huge power contained in that palm has probably reached the eighth level. There are few masters in the world who can shake it with internal strength. No wonder he is so confident.
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It's just that Mo Li has gone further in this skill. With this skill alone, it is absolutely impossible to keep him!
As soon as he thought about it, the energy and blood in his body surged, and he wanted to press down the old monk's palm!
However, at this moment, the old monk suddenly shouted: "Don't you have enlightenment yet?"
The sound is like a yellow bell and a big Lu, and every word explodes in my heart!
Li Mo Li was stunned for a moment, the world suddenly spun before his eyes, the sky turned gray, and the stalls gradually disappeared. Li Li found that he appeared in a narrow room.
There is a table, a bed, a wardrobe and nothing else in the room.
Because there is no room for anything else.
This is a rental house from a previous life...
A feeling of nostalgia arose in Mo Li's heart, and he suddenly felt that his experiences over the years were like a dream, only this moment was real.
The screen of the computer on the table suddenly lit up on its own.
Countless dark green codes continued to emerge, intertwined, and finally converged into the appearance of an old monk.
The old monk nodded and smiled at him and said, "Idiot, are you still not enlightened?"
Realize what?
This thought flashed through Mo Li subconsciously, and then he saw the old monk on the computer disappear, and a new picture emerged, but it was an old couple lying on a lonely grave in the mountains and fields, crying.
My parents, their names are engraved on their tombstones!
"Dad...Mom..."
Mo Li's lips wriggled and he shouted, his voice trembling slightly, a sense of sadness emerged from his heart, and he couldn't help but tears filled his eyes.
The picture lasted for a moment, suddenly shattered, but in an instant, it condensed again. This time, it was a long-haired woman with a slightly round face, lying in the arms of a man with a happy expression.
"You are so brave, how can you be found out by your family?" the man said with a smile.
The woman looked at him angrily and said, "You didn't ask me to come here, but now I'm scared again. Don't worry, I told him that I asked my best friend to have her hair done, and he was very busy at work, so he wouldn't find out.
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"You, you..."
The man shook his head, smiled and kissed her.
"Tingting, you...you have been lying to me?"
Mo Li looked sad, and the anger in his heart was about to burst out. This woman was his girlfriend in his previous life, and that man was one of his good friends and good friends!
Anger, hatred, powerlessness and many other negative emotions were intertwined. He punched the computer screen angrily, but it missed. What his palm touched was nothingness, and two videos played on the screen without stopping for a moment.
Human intimacy play.
After a while, these pictures were shattered again. Between the intersection of ink-colored codes, a tall and tall young man appeared on a mountain road.
The young man has handsome features, a haggard look, and a long sword hanging from his waist. He has an extraordinary demeanor.
"Uncle Six..."
When he saw that person, Li Li was shocked all over, and his hands could not help but tremble slightly.
Yin Liting was on his way. He walked very fast and hurriedly, but he soon stopped there.
Because someone appeared in front of him, a black-robed monk with a thin body, gray beard and hair, and a sinister look on his face. It was Cheng Kun who had already died at the hands of Mo Li.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly! Uncle Six!" Li Li shouted sharply, but the people on the screen seemed unaware.
Yin Liting bowed and said, "I wonder why Master blocked the way down?"
"The poor monk was entrusted by someone to invite the Six Heroes of Yin to a place."
"Where are you going?" Yin Liting asked with a frown.
Cheng Kun clasped his hands together, nodded and said with a soft smile: "Go to the Western Heaven, see my Buddha, and ascend to bliss."
"How brave!"
When Yin Liting heard this, he was furious. He drew his long sword and slashed at Cheng Kun. As the Ziwu Sword rang out, cold light overflowed, the sword energy pierced the air, and there was an immediate sense of killing between heaven and earth.
"Uncle Six..."
Seeing Yin Liting take action, Mo Li's palms were already clenched into fists. He wished he could go in and fight for Yin Liting, but he couldn't!
Yin Liting's swordsmanship was indeed superb, but Cheng Kun had been practicing martial arts for an unknown amount of time longer than him, and he was the master of both schools. He used Shaolin's magical skills, and in just ten moves, he injured Yin Liting with a phantom yin style.
The Ziwu Sword fell to the ground. Yin Liting used Qing Kung Fu and turned around to escape. However, Cheng Kun's face was filled with compassion. He chanted the Buddha's name in the air and kicked his foot. The Ziwu Sword turned into a streak of light and penetrated directly through Yin Liting's back, killing him alive.
Crucified to a tree beside the road!
"Chengkun!"
Mo Li looked up to the sky and roared, wishing he could rush in and kill Cheng Kun again, but he couldn't do it.
It was an illusion, and he could only watch as the heart-wrenching hatred, the helpless grief and anger, and the overwhelming guilt spread from the depths of his soul once again, gradually engulfing him.
The picture on the screen was broken and switched again. In his life, painful things that had happened and things that had not happened yet kept appearing. Mo Li was almost crazy from the pain, and his whole person became infatuated.
Be silly.
At this time, everything around gradually collapsed, and strands of glass Buddha light shone in, slowly becoming stronger and stronger. A golden ceiling fell, and a fragrant fragrance filled the nostrils, reducing the torture of the human body. There was an inexplicable sound of chanting sutras, cleansing the spirit, and soothing the human heart.
The scars were farther away, and endless golden light spread, as if symbolizing hope, and the old monk appeared in front of Mo Li following the golden light.
However, at this time, the old monk tied the sun disk in his hand, and there was infinite light blooming all over his body, just like the sun coming to the world, like the Buddha walking in the world.
The man sighed softly and said with a look of compassion:
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around you will find the shore."
The voice was majestic and compassionate, full of the Zen spirit of transporting people out of the world. In Mo Li's eyes, the old monk's figure continued to grow taller at this moment, filling the field of vision and filling the world. It was really like the Buddha in the center of the pure land. The Buddha's light shines everywhere and he is compassionate.
ferry people.
Sea of suffering... sea of suffering...
The many painful scenes just now replayed in Mo Li's mind, and in an instant, he couldn't help but feel that the world was not worth it.
The sea of suffering is vast and boundless, and where the Buddha is in front is the other shore!
He looked like he was struggling, and he raised his legs to take a step, but he still hesitated.
When the old monk saw this, he chanted loudly again: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore!"
This time, the sound was like the roar of thunder, a warning, and it was all majestic and majestic, as if if Mo Li didn't move forward, he would never be able to escape in this life!
Mo Li's eyes showed confusion, and he stepped forward. After taking seven steps, his eyes gradually returned to calm.
He looked up at the old monk and asked, "Where is the shore?"
"Amitabha!"
The old monk clasped his hands together and said with compassion on his face: "I will stay with my Buddha, I will stay with you on the spiritual mountain."
"Where is my Buddha? Where is the Lingshan Mountain?!" Mo Li asked again, with fierce energy hidden around his body.
"The Buddha is in your heart, and there is a spiritual mountain at your feet!"
When the old monk spoke, the glazed Buddha light on his body became stronger, and the sound of chanting that filled his ears also became stronger.
At this moment, it seems that my heart is devoted to Buddhism, and not worshiping Lingshan would be a great sin!
However, Mo Li suddenly laughed and said with a look of disdain: "Since the Buddha is in my heart, I can just ask my heart, why bother to go somewhere else to ask?"
He stretched out his hand from his waist and touched it, and suddenly there was a clanging sound of swords in the void!
The fierce sword intent suddenly burst out from him, and in an instant, he seemed to turn into a peerless magic weapon that pierced the sky!