The battle between Hutu Living Buddha and Zhang Sanfeng was divorced from reality and martial arts. All kinds of things were like supernatural powers, which frightened all the Wudang disciples.
First, a living Buddha appeared and a divine Buddha appeared, and then Zhang Sanfeng exterminated the divine Buddha with a curse. All these scenes were almost the same as those of gods and demons, which really made everyone doubt the identity of these two people.
"Amitabha!"
Hutu softly recited the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's voice spread throughout the world, deafening and enlightening. The sacred meaning on his body became more and more solemn, the compassionate color on his face gradually converged, and his treasure appearance was solemn, making people dare not think of disrespect.
"The real person has profound blessings and extraordinary dharma. You should enter my Buddhist door and save all sentient beings in the sea of suffering. Why bother to cling to the small Wudang Mountain?" Hutu spoke the Buddha's voice, and every word was like thunder. His majesty was inviolable.
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The sea of clouds in the sky is billowing, and there are colorful rays of light condensing, and there are golden swastikas all over his body that sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, so dazzling that it is difficult to keep looking at him.
At this moment, he was like a true Buddha in this world. With one word, the scenery of heaven and earth changed. The disciples of Wudang Mountain felt that what he said was right. With Zhang Sanfeng's magical power, why not join Buddhism and lead them to become Buddhas and ancestors together?
"Buddhists say that one thought of foolishness is the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom is the birth of Prajna. I see you, little monk, at this moment, you are annihilating Prajna, and you have stupid thoughts in your heart!"
Zhang Sanfeng said with contempt: "I have been practicing for hundreds of years. Even if the real Buddha sees me, he will bow his head and salute. You, a little monk, rely on the Mingwang Formation and the deceptive Zen sounds to talk nonsense and want to cause chaos."
Am I worried?"
"Yuanqiao, form the Seventh Intercept Formation of Zhenwu!"
As soon as he said this, Song Yuanqiao and others suddenly felt clear in their hearts. At that moment, the six heroes took a few steps forward, each occupying one position. Mo Li took the injured Yin Liting's position with his sword.
The seven people's qi machines are pulling, harmonious and unhindered, and the pure Yang internal force is condensed into one. A stream of blazing hot breath is like a magma eruption. Wherever the breath passes, the Buddha's light fades and dissipates. It seems that here
On top of the Buddha Land, a pure land in the mortal world was opened up. The Wudang disciples felt that the sense of oppression and fear in their hearts suddenly dissipated under the power of the Seven Zhenwu Formation, and their hearts became clear and bright again.
Looking at the white-robed monk who filled the world, I felt no fear at all, only peace and ease in my heart.
"Your Tibetan Buddhism is proficient in spiritual combat, but I, Wudang, are good at martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. Today, the old Taoist used this mortal formation to break your Western Heaven Buddha formation!"
Zhang Sanfeng looked majestic and shouted in a deep voice: "Xuanwu Transformation!"
The seven people from Mo Li responded in a deep voice, each settling into his position, stepping on the steps of Yu. As the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu was running, wisps of crimson color rose up, and the seven figures were getting faster and faster, faster and faster,
In the blink of an eye, it seemed to disappear, but in the same place, a red figure of a ferocious beast appeared. The ferocious beast was entangled with turtles and snakes, with scales all over its body, strong four legs, cold eyes, and ferocious fangs.
, filled with fierce power!
As soon as it appeared, there was a clear light between heaven and earth, and the flying flowers and bursts of Zen sounds disappeared in an instant without a trace.
Xuanwu Zhenbei, evil spirits and evil spirits can be warded off!
"The real person is stubborn, don't blame the young monk for being rude!"
Hutu Living Buddha recited Sanskrit very fast, his voice was shrill and harsh, and suddenly he paused, his face flushed, and he shouted: "Please come to the world, King Ming!"
All the monks echoed in unison: "Please come to the world, King Ming!"
Between the sky and the earth, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and thunder and lightning flashed erratically in the sky.
In the clouds, a statue of King Ming with one face and two arms, holding a vajra pestle, slowly fell from the sky. His eyes were full of wrathful fire. His whole body was blue and black, his appearance was tall, thousands of feet tall, and his whole body was burning with red karma.
Fire is so majestic!
"Please ask King Ming to slay the devil!"
The monk in white shouted loudly.
The group of monks said again: "Please ask King Ming to conquer the devil!"
The image of the Immovable King in the center suddenly let out a soul-stirring roar. His arms shook, and the vajra pestle in his hand fell down from a distance. It fell down like a pillar of heaven, and the whole sky trembled!
The power of gods and demons is so great!
When all the Wudang disciples were panicked and at a loss, Zhang Sanfeng just laughed and said: "What do you have to fear from spiritual illusions?"
"Please bring King Ming back to heaven!"
The red black basalt moves when it hears the sound, and when it steps forward with four feet, the sky shakes and the earth shakes!
I saw the tortoise and the snake, carrying the power of suppressing the sea, facing the vajra pestle without fear!
The gods and demons of Buddhism and Taoism collided together in full view of the public.
In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the void shattered.
King Ming's roar became more and more shrill, and the flames all over his body surged into the treasure pestle. The red treasure pestle was like the nine-day sun, exuding brilliant majesty, but it could not suppress the Xuanwu divine beast, and was hit by it forcefully!
Roaring one after another, it seems to be Xuanwu, and it seems to be King Ming. There are many emotions intertwined, it seems angry, it seems unwilling, and so on...
Everyone's eyes were filled with red fire, and they couldn't see anything clearly. Only great fear lingered in their hearts. It seemed like a moment, but it seemed like a long time, all these strange sounds, lights and shadows of gods and demons, all disappeared without a trace.
The disciples of Wudang looked intently. There was no Xuanwu or Mingwang in this world. Only the Six Heroes and Mo Li stood side by side behind Zhang Sanfeng.
The sky has never overturned, the earth has never cracked, Wudang Mountain is still there, and not a single flower or tree near Jiejian Pavilion has changed.
As for the figure of the white-robed monk who filled the world, he was standing there perfectly at this moment, with neither the Buddha's light nor the Dharma's appearance visible, but his jade-like skin was covered with cracks.
His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. His once clear eyes had no sparkle at all at this moment. The old monks around him either fell to the ground, passed out with bleeding from their seven orifices, or they just sat down and held their hands.
His forehead, with a look of pain on his face, was moaning and miserable, but how could he be as energetic and aggressive as he had been just now?
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Hutu Living Buddha and said, "I wonder if the young monk thinks this explanation can satisfy Yuan Ting?"
Hutu Living Buddha coughed lightly, and blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth, dyeing the white monk's clothes scarlet.
But he didn't take it seriously. He just chuckled and replied weakly: "Zhenzhen Zhang...Zhenzhen's Taoism can reach the sky..., Xiao Monk... Xiao Monk admires him very much. Since... Since Zhenren can break the formation, Xiao Monk... Xiao Monk
There is one more thing... please accept it from the real person..."
He took out a letter from his pocket with great effort and said: "I would like to ask the real person... the real person to read it..."
Zhang Sanfeng was puzzled, but he still took the letter and opened it, only to see that there was only one line of simple seal characters on it:
"After the third month, on a full moon night, the old monk sincerely invites the real person to sit on the top of Mount Hua and discuss the Tao."