amaotonovel Chapter 636 The Buddha’s veins are silent
Chapter 636 The Buddha’s veins are silent
Chapter 636 The Buddha’s veins are silent
"In a battle of life and death, on the road to overcoming calamity, how can we let people tie their own hands and feet?"
Immediately, someone stood up to object, and Qingyin appeared in Qingming like the sound of nature, showing no trace of mercy.
The saints looked intently, and it was the Lord of Jin Xi who spoke. She stood beside the Lord of Xingtian and spoke calmly, her eyebrows full of sternness.
Jin Yu Qilin didn't give in at all, with a firm look in his eyes, as if he had something in mind, and went to Yao Palace alone, without regrets and calmly.
"No matter how good the spiritual treasure is, it has been refined by others. If you don't use it to fight for your life in a calamity, wouldn't you be putting the cart before the horse?"
Jin Guran looked at Zheng Jingxing and curled his lips slightly, "What's more, Qilin's cultivation level is above that of Lei Fang. If you are not allowed to use it when fighting with others, how can it be considered fair?"
Zheng Jingxing did not refute, but just stared at Jiang Moshu quietly, as if he wanted the Lord of Xingtian to give an explanation.
After a few breaths of silence, Jiang Moshu flicked the bone knife lightly and said calmly, "What Jingxing said is not unreasonable. These spiritual treasures are more useful when used on the emperor and the demon saint. They are destroyed here." What a pity."
Jin Guanran was about to speak, but Jiang Moshu gently raised his hand and glanced sideways to indicate that she didn't need to say anything.
Jiang Moshu raised his head and looked at the saints of Northern Territory. His clear and gentle eyes did not show any strange color, "On the bright side, there are three Dingzong spiritual treasures in the Buddhist veins of Northern Territory. Two of them have been destroyed today. Xing Zong lost them." With the Wan Lei Red Cone, my sea of blood in the West has also become dilapidated. If I say I don’t feel any physical pain, I’m just lying to myself.”
There are those who are obsessed with the singing of orioles and the dancing of swallows, there are those who are obsessed with the moonlight in front of the flowers, there are those who watch the snowy moon and the green mountains are full of their eyes, there are those who appreciate the beauty and take the wonderful things together, there are those who are delighted by the colorful flowers melting into the moon, there are those who are fascinated by the fragrance of the beautiful enemy on the pillow of……
If you don't know how to be happy in your life, you will be happy only when you are born, and you will lose your joy.
The sword intent cut through many signs of joy in the void, the Desire Vajra had no choice but to be destroyed, the goddess who emerged from the world could not stop trembling, and the joyful Buddhist rhyme in the heaven and earth seemed to have encountered a natural enemy.
A ray of sword light just lit up in the tribulation formation. In the simple and stupid sword intention, it was as if the mountains and seas were coming together to overwhelm them, not tossing them up and down due to their thoughts.
……
As soon as these words came out, the remaining Yuanshen and Jue Seng in Northern Xinjiang breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at Zheng Jingxing with a hint of gratitude. With the golden and jade unicorn gentle cheeks, the Buddhist treasure in Huashan Temple was saved. .
The meaning of joy is the innate color and rhythm, and it also means the meaning of color and emptiness. All sentient beings are in it and cannot transcend it.
The majority are mediocre, and everyone has a lustful heart.
When the saints of Northern Xinjiang met Zheng Jingxing's stern and arrogant gaze, they immediately felt stern in their hearts.
But in the end, some people just lost their joy, and the sword light was as strong and clumsy as a fool, bewilderingly slashing them up, leaving deep sword marks in the void.
"It's useless to talk more. Let's solve the catastrophe individually. We have the golden jade unicorn as guarantee, and the Lord of Xingtian has promised that no one can use the spiritual treasure. If the magical power is not as good as that of others, no wonder who will go..."
Immortal Clumsy Fool spoke sharply and slashed at the monk Sheng Sejue with one sword.
Qilin raised his head between heaven and earth, his tone was cold, and there was no trace of compassion in his expression. This was the first time that the spirits of the Southern Territory had seen him be so merciless to people, and they were almost disgusted.
Now, when the souls of various sects are summoned by Mingtan Sect, how can they just look at the face of the Lord of Xingtian... Isn't the previous code of conduct in Northern Xinjiang the antecedent?
However, these are irrelevant at the moment. Since Wujian Temple has broken a crack in the killing calamity, as long as the sects and temples in Northern Xinjiang break through the calamity, they will finally be able to continue to stand in the northern border.
Goddess Yinshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of bitterness in her heart. She was a little regretful and a little helpless. Zheng Jingxing expressed his position so straightforwardly. She still didn't understand that the dissatisfaction of other Tianzong towards Beijiang had long been frozen. It was just that no one had taken the lead before, so they had no choice but to deal with the closely united Northern Xinjiang.
"Hey...here comes the sword!"
Zheng Jingxing smiled indifferently, and Huanghuang expressed his dissatisfaction with the Buddhist lineage in Northern Xinjiang, "So, even if the spiritual treasure is preserved, some people will eventually leave their lives in the tribulation array."
"Because of the Xuanhen Dao Sword, I almost made a huge mistake by not using the spirit treasure. Am I not a sword cultivator?"
He immediately turned around and bowed his hands to all the souls in the West, South and East Territory, "Each Tianzong method has its own secrets. Thank you for seeing me come to this northern border. If you are not sure, please enter with caution. Array...
If we don’t use spiritual treasures and only fight with our lives and magical powers, I will rely on all the gods and demons in the Tan Sect to fight, and there will be nothing to lose anyway. The calamity formations that follow can also be taken over by the gods and demons in my Tan Sect. Down. "
"I just pity the Lingbao, but you are asking for self-satisfaction in entering the tribulation in Northern Territory. If I get to the tribulation formation, I will not show any mercy."
The monk who was born in Sejue couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now that he is in the midst of a calamity, how can he be happy with his wishes?
The many joyful scenes in the void became more and more intertwined, and from time to time the body of the monk would appear, looking forward and floating behind, avoiding the devouring sword light.
The Clumsy Immortal Lord stepped on the void, a wooden sword appeared in front of him, and he walked forward slowly, "I entered the Tao very late, and the road was not smooth. Before I became the golden elixir, I suffered all the ridicule, and then I became the golden elixir." Dan, almost no one is more optimistic about me.
Therefore, in my life, apart from practicing swordsmanship, I also focus on gaining luck.
It's just that this luck comes and goes, but it only comes to nothing. If I have a dream, it can prove my reputation as a stupid sword. "
boom!
The physical body was destroyed by a sword, turning into a faint Buddhist rhyme that spread everywhere. Even the illusory and beautiful scenery was shattered. It was extremely ruthless and terrifying.
The monk Sheng Sejue couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The ruthless swordsmanship to this point was simply appalling. The sword's intention even stirred up the Buddhist charm of joy, causing his Buddha body to suffer some hidden injuries.
"My qualifications are really not good, but fortunately I am stupid enough. I thought that if I chose Dugu Sword Intent, I would have to keep practicing one person and one sword. I have been practicing for countless years. Sometimes I also wonder, when will I be able to practice it? ?
Master didn't know how to answer this question at the time, so he just waved his hand at me. Later, no one was qualified to answer me..."
Immortal Clumsy Fool looked at the opposite side coldly, his originally turbid eyes became stern and gleaming, bursting with unparalleled murderous intent, "I finally mastered it, but I don't know what to do anymore. I can only think about grabbing more of the sect's heritage." , let the sect have fewer people like me, which made it a big joke.
However, today I have somewhat understood that the Dugu Sword Intention I have practiced for so long is precisely to prevent Huanxi Temple from breaking through. "
The monk Sheng Sejue already felt that something bad was going on. There were many sword cultivators in Qilin Tian. Regardless of the Tian sect or the Earth sect, each family had some swordsmanship skills, but there were only two that really established their sect with swordsmanship.
The Xuanhen Sword Sect in the West and the Taixu Sword Sect in the East only have swordsmanship inheritance in their sects.
The nine major sword intentions of Xuanhen Sword Sect can all achieve the soul, and Zhuoyu Xianzun is the one who has gone the furthest among Dugu Sword Intentions.
He couldn't help but frown. The steps of the Clumsy Immortal Lord were not fast, but with every step he took, he would get closer to his Buddha body.
No matter how he moved with his body, it seemed as if the world was just around the corner, but the distance between Jian Zong Yuan Shen and him was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't get away from him at all.
What would happen if I was approached by a swordsman? The monk who was born in Sejue felt that there was unspeakable terror in the spiritual platform...
Immediately, in the calamity formation, the Buddhist rhythm of joy and joy became more and more vast, as if the entire Qingming City was transformed into the most wonderful Buddha land.
Love is in the waves, I am ashamed and can't sing when I am drunk, a wonderful man secretly conveys his deep meaning, and I nestle under the flowers to cover the fragrance... Silky hair hangs down on the shoulders, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, where I blame you for being cruel, there is nothing pitiable...
The fleeting glimpses of light are floating in the air, the snow is greasy and fragrant, and looking back, Jie Jiantan Lang is born...
It's a pity that all the beautiful flowers and flowers are in vain. The wooden sword is so incomprehensible, it chops up the beautiful scenery, chops up the wonderful scenery, chops into pieces all the soft and beautiful places in the heart, but it seems fierce. And the knife of time was mercilessly swung down.
Most of all, the world cannot be kept. A beautiful woman quits the mirror and flowers quits the tree. It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, like falling flowers.
A ray of joy can wipe out all the pain of separation. It would be better not to lose it than to cut it off.
"The ruthless sword can overcome the joyful calamity, which is appropriate for the situation."
The Clumsy Immortal Lord has already walked to only three steps away from the monk Shengsejue. There is a stern murderous intent in his eyebrows, but there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
The Sensejue monk sighed quietly and sat down cross-legged. All the joy and wonder in the void of the calamity array disappeared suddenly, as if all the wonderful and beautiful things just now were all false, like bubbles in a dream, like fog or lightning.
"It's a good thing you came, otherwise I might not have survived the fate of my happy lineage."
But I saw the monk who was born in Sejue doing the eleventh salute and said calmly, "I like to see the moon in the river with people in the crowd, and enjoy the spring in the mirror. It's a wonderful thing to go like this."
The Clumsy Immortal Master was speechless. He held the wooden sword and waved it down gently. He was filled with joy. The combination and dispersion were like smoke, and the nothingness was like a dream...
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Monk Zhe Xuejue looked quietly at Monk Xiu Yi opposite him, with deep confusion in his eyes.
"Xiu Yi, why are you here? I, Hua Chan Temple, have nothing to do with you."
There was no Buddhist charm in the calamity formation. It was as if two wandering monks accidentally bumped into one place among the clouds and water. One held a flower and smiled, and the other remained silent.
"The previous six branches of Northern Xinjiang only had the branch of Hua Zen. I'm here to ask you, since you want to transform the world into a peaceful place, what have you really done?" Linkong sat down. Monk Suolong nodded.
"It is precisely because of our Buddhist lineage that Northern Xinjiang can achieve the Buddha's land on earth and the Buddha's land on earth." Zhe Xuejue monk said calmly, like the sound of Sanskrit, the sound of Buddha's rhyme shook the sky, without any hesitation or hesitation. regret.
Behind the Buddhist monk of Huachen Temple, a wheel of light rose up, in which the Buddha's light rotated endlessly. Thousands of Buddha's mantras were like tadpoles, turning into illusory believers, prostrating themselves in the void.
In an instant, all the believers in the calamity formation kowtowed, and the supreme power of aspiration flew across the sky, giving birth to a bright cloud of great refuge, a bright cloud of great merit, a bright cloud of great wisdom, a bright cloud of great perfection...
Suo Longjue Monk sighed deeply and gently crushed the rosary beads in his hand. The fragments fell dripping with blood from the Buddha's body.
The vast earth energy spurted out from the Buddhist rhyme, converging into a huge Buddha-powerful dragon, with golden scales and gleaming claws, roaring above Qingming in the tribulation formation.
hold head high!
The mighty dragon raised its head and screamed, the vast dragon power surged in the calamity formation, like thunder falling from the sky, sweeping across the sky, and in just a moment, it had already firmly protected the Suolongjue monk.
"Xiu Yi shouldn't have come, he shouldn't have come to this northern border, and he shouldn't have entered the calamity formation. We are both of the Buddha's lineage, so why should we fight against each other?" Zhe Xuejue Monk said in a deep voice. This was what he had been saying so far. Confusing place.
As the last temple in Northern Xinjiang to break the catastrophe of the Buddhist lineage, Zhexuejueseng even made plans to confront the Lord of Jin Xi, but no matter how he calculated the cause and effect, Suolong Temple had no reason to take action.
Since killings and calamities have destroyed lives, how can there be no old causes to look for?
"You have fallen into demons but don't know it. You deserve this calamity! It is precisely because I am a Buddha that I should come to make you fall into calamity. This is the great liberation!"
Monk Xiu Yi saluted with a touch of relief, "Buddha is in the hearts of all living beings, not in clay sculptures, let alone luck."
"Don't judge me through right and wrong. Cause and effect are irrelevant..."
There was no wind or waves in the eyes of the monk Zhen Xuejue. He pointed calmly at the endless good faith and vows in the calamity array, and said with emotion, "Both men and monsters are praising the Buddha and offering sacrifices to the Buddha. This is the good result and this is the clear proof."
The light of the Buddha is like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the Zen singing is like the melody of nature, making the Zen monks look like gods and saints, like the enlightened Buddha, looking ruthlessly and indifferently at the little loach in the calamity array.
The infinite power of wish was like an ancient sacred mountain, pressing heavily on the mighty Tianlong, causing cracks to appear on the dragon's scales.
Countless illusory believers chant the Buddha's name, "Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, take refuge in the Sangha, take refuge in peace..." It's like the sun rising into the sky, the Buddhist rhyme shining everywhere, eliminating sins and poisons, overcoming misfortune, transcending the reincarnation of the sea of evil, and establishing a Buddhist kingdom on earth. .
During the Zen chanting of Sanskrit sounds, the heavenly dragon let out a violent roar, unwilling and unwilling, angry and angry.
"You Hua Chan Temple wants to save all sentient beings, what have you done?"
Monk Xiu Yi glanced helplessly at the monk Jue opposite him, and said calmly, "I just want good believers to worship the Buddha, I just want to achieve the Buddha Kingdom on earth, pour snow, what have you done? Where is your enlightenment?"
boom!
The high-pitched Tianlong showed its claws and soared into the sky like a giant pillar holding up the sky. As if surrounded by countless obsessions, with great wisdom and good deeds, Huanghuang fiercely slammed into the monk Jue of Huachan Temple. The high-pitched dragon roar seemed to be in the sky. Declaring the true face of the Buddha, the sight of it makes people shake their souls and stir their hearts.
"The Buddha also has to pay a price to save people, just like cutting meat to feed eagles. This is the compassionate Buddha's vow, but it does not mean cutting the flesh of living beings to worship himself."
Monk Xiu Yi made a deep voice and pointed his hand downwards. The mighty heavenly dragon immediately rushed into the calamity formation, destroying all falsehoods and destroying all false beliefs.
Protecting all sentient beings is a meritorious virtue, and gathering the flesh and blood of all sentient beings to transform them into peace is nothing but a false Buddha.
Monk Zhe Xuejue couldn't help but reveal a faint smile and spoke softly, the clouds and winds clearing like the voice of Nirvana, "Am I really wrong? Can the Buddha be wrong too?"
The mighty heavenly dragon exploded suddenly, revealing the figure of Monk Suolong, but he saw him say, "Buddha is not wrong, but unfortunately, there is no Buddha in this world, you are not, I am not, neither..."
I am just a monk, and you are not an enlightened monk. You have earned this calamity by yourself, but you are still here today. "
The monk who poured the snow was startled and looked at the peaceful Buddha's light quietly. Suddenly he saw a trace of evil in it, which reflected the majesty and solemnity of the saints in the northern border.
It's been this way for tens of thousands of years, is it wrong?
There was a hint of confusion in Jue Seng's eyes, and he immediately sat there quietly without making any sound.
(End of this chapter)