Puci lowered his eyebrows, his eyes reflected thousands of dancing sounds, "Donor, do you know that Buddha also has fire?"

Zuo Daoqi timidly took a step back, almost sticking to the side of Xuanmiao Zhenren, and the tip of his nose could already smell the scent of her body that was like a lotus.

"The Zen master is a great Buddhist monk. He won't beat me because of my words, right?"

Puci's breathing was slightly stagnant. Am I going to beat you? I am going to kill you!

Zuo Daoqi continued, "Unlike Taoism, he won't get angry no matter what I say. Buddhism must be very strict, and I won't go."

While laughing and cursing, he completely threw away his relationship with Buddhism.

He also seemed to point out, intentionally or unintentionally, that the Buddhist precepts are very strict, in order to get rid of the thorn that Universal Compassion had just pierced in everyone's hearts.

Pu Ci looked at Zuo Daoqi, but suddenly he laughed, and his smile was very kind.

But the golden Buddha behind him is more solid. The Buddha has three faces, corresponding to 360 degrees respectively. Thousands of hands and arms appear on the whole body, holding various magical weapons, covering the sky and the sun, and the light and shadow are swaying.

A thunder exploded in the sky, and the smile on Pu Ci's face disappeared, and he suddenly shouted, "Will you return to your position in the future!?"

Suddenly, the Buddha caught the sun and his body was filled with golden light.

In an instant, countless people knelt on the ground!

Yan Chixia staggered instantly, and involuntarily pinched someone's sleeve with his hand, and stood up. Then he looked at Zi Li who was being dragged by him, stroked his specially long beard, and said nonchalantly.

"You young people have good health and bones. This man is getting older. He thinks about becoming an immortal and an ancestor all day long, and his health is not as good as before."

"Little brother, are you from the Zi family? I am Yan Chixia from the previous generation, the head of the Yin Collection Division of the Demon Slayer Mansion, and I am my uncle."

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Zi Li looked back at him without saying a word, but looked solemnly at Pu Ci in the sky.

Yan Chixia was still chattering. He had already stood up. Seeing that Zi Li ignored him, he turned back to look at the monks behind him. They were even more embarrassed. Some were kneeling on one knee, some were prostrate on the ground, and even worse. , knelt down directly on his knees, Yan Chixia shook his head slightly and said.

"Don't always think about becoming an immortal or an ancestor. You still need to practice some martial arts and strengthen your body. Just look, my cultivation level is similar to yours. Why am I fine?"

"What? This old monk broke out too suddenly. Otherwise, if we were prepared and wanted us to kneel down, it wouldn't be so easy."

Just as someone's quibbling voice fell, the golden Buddha suddenly uttered Sanskrit sounds. From the golden clouds in the sky, countless Arhats and Bodhisattvas appeared, surrounding a six-foot-two-inch golden Buddha, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"The future returns!"

Snap!

This time, before everyone behind Yan Chixia could get up, they fell to the ground again, limp as mud. Even Yan Chixia, the strongest among them, staggered obviously even though he was well prepared.

"His grandma's, this old monk!"

Even if he is as strong as Zi Li, his skin and flesh under his clothes are trembling slightly in places that ordinary people cannot see.

But even so, he still protected Huarong who came to convey the message to prevent her from losing her composure.

This Sanskrit sound of the Universal Merciful Golden Buddha is not an attack, but more like a pressure, a pressure that is extremely powerful.

Not only Zi Li and Yan Chixia.

The same is true for Xu Ying, but he is the most valued disciple of Julu Academy in the contemporary era. He has a saint's thing to protect him, thus avoiding being embarrassed. However, some people from the Demon Slayer Palace and fellow disciples from Julu Academy beside him Brother, you are not so lucky.

Further away, those who had not cultivated enough to sit and forget were all prostrate on the ground.

For a moment, I looked back along the canal and saw that the ground was dark and filled with crawling people.

Not only beside the canal, but also in the city of Kyoto.

Countless people knelt down and worshiped.

In an ordinary farmer's home, the husband was lying on the ground, but he saw a three- or four-year-old girl who was not illuminated by the Buddha's light at all and could move freely.

"Daddy, look at the sky. Is that the immortal you mentioned?" She said childishly, while pointing, she was actually singing along with the Buddhist music in her mouth, and started singing along unconsciously.

The man's face changed drastically, "Bah, Ru'er, don't look at it, that's a demon monk. If you become a demon monk, no one will play with you!"

In the palace, Emperor Yuanji, who was sitting on the dragon chair in Hanyuan Hall, suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Wang Bing!"

Wang Bing trotted in. The palace was far away from the canal in the suburbs of Beijing, but the pressure of Buddhism could still be felt in the palace!

"My maid is here, what are the saint's orders?"

Emperor Yuanji looked outside the city and said, "How did the Dharma conference outside the city go?"

Wang Bing lowered his eyebrows slightly and returned, "Replying to the saint, the young people sent news that Zen Master Puci went to the Dharma conference."

Emperor Yuanji nodded and said to himself, "No wonder the aura of Buddhism has spread to the palace..."

Wang Bing waited quietly for Emperor Yuanji's instructions, but he did not expect that Emperor Yuanji would not utter a word after finishing these words.

He just waited quietly, like a statue.

Guangling Street is a place for buying sex, and the whole street is a place for all kinds of fun and entertainment. Xinyue is sitting on the roof of Tianxian Pavilion, barefoot and short skirt, revealing a white and tender calf like a white lotus root, swinging her legs as if

watching a play.

"No wonder these Buddhist sects have been kicked out. They have such a problem with their vision. If you find a fake eunuch who is full of sperm, aren't you afraid that a good future Buddha will turn into a happy Buddha?"

"Hahaha."

Xinyue smiled happily, with several fox tails floating behind her, furry and a little naughty.

On a drum tower further away, Jiang Liyan was dressed in a black Taoist robe, and the mysterious air flow around him was undulating, isolating the bewitching Sanskrit sounds.

Sighing slightly, "What a pity..."

If the common people don't know the thoughts of the higher-ups, they just feel that the golden Buddha in the sky is close to them.

Some low-level practitioners in the market didn't think so, someone said directly.

"The emperor is stupid and unprincipled. He allowed the monster monks to confuse the people outside the city. He is simply ruining the country. In my opinion, this dynasty with the surname Ji has not been around for many years."

"Who says it's not the case? It's really a shame for COSCO to allow a foreign monk to act recklessly in the capital of a country!"

.......

When the Queen Mother saw everyone kneeling outside, she wanted to take action.

After being stopped by Changyi, she said extremely confidently, "Don't worry, aunt, my carriage was built by Zong Zheng himself. No matter how powerful this great monk is, can he still destroy my carriage?"

When the Golden Buddha showed its power, the carriages in Changyi made a lot of creaking noises, but they were blocked in the end.

Changyi patted his flat chest, and his face showed pride again, "How about it? I just said you can withstand it, right?"

Unexpectedly, the queen mother and the noble concubine did not pay attention to her, but looked at Zuo Daoqi in the horizon.

They were just here for me. It’s hard to imagine how much pressure Zuo Daoqi must be under at this moment!

At this moment, although Zuo Daoqi was protected by Zhenmiao Xuanmiao, the Sanskrit sound still poured into Zuo Daoqi's ears.

I saw that his expression was trance-like, and there seemed to be golden light flowing in his eyes. In a place where others could not see, the three flowers were blooming layer by layer, and the Tao method [the realm of senselessness] had already been opened. However, this strange Sanskrit sound was not the result of the realm of senselessness at all.

Resistible.

From his perspective, the [State of Insensibility] was opened, not completely losing insensibility, but appearing in a strange place.

But I saw clouds stacking up in the sky, and countless Arhats hiding among the clouds. These Arhats had different postures and faces. Whether they were sitting, standing, or even a few lying down, they were all facing the west. There were Sanskrit sounds.

where it appears.

"Miao Zhan is always immovable, and he is the first to be stunned by King Yan.

I have spent hundreds of millions of kalpas thinking upside down, and I have not been able to obtain the Dharma body through the monks.

May I now achieve the fruit of becoming a treasured king, and may I also save the people of Hengsha like this.

Consecrating this deeply to the earthly realm is called repaying the Buddha's kindness.

I ask the World Honored One to prove it, and I swear to enter the evil world of the five turbidities first.

Just like a sentient being who has not become a Buddha, he will never take the mud mud here..."

Although the senseless feeling has been eliminated, Zuo Daoqi could strangely hear it clearly.

He looked solemn and wanted to retreat, but suddenly he thought that Puci filled his ears with Sanskrit sounds and wanted to forcibly transform himself into a Buddhist, which even the [Insensible Hell] could not resist.

Although this is a crisis, it also contains opportunities.

if…

With this hard work and sudden enlightenment, can he successfully transform this method completely?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but move forward.

But even he didn't notice that before he knew it, he had the idea of ​​getting close to Buddhism, even if the starting point was for practice.

Zuo Daoqi is walking among the clouds, the golden light is shining brightly, the ground is covered with fairy mist, the air is filled with the scent of incense, and there are golden lotuses growing out of the soles of his feet. Every inch of the place where he walks is open.

He finally saw where the Sanskrit sound came from. It was actually a golden Buddha standing with the sky and the earth, with a bun on top of his head, a white hair between his eyebrows, and forty-two white teeth, which were clearly visible.

This Buddha is more majestic than the Buddha that was transformed into an illusion of universal compassion, and it seems that this is a true Buddha in the world.

There were dozens of people standing at the feet of the Buddha. Suddenly one person turned around and looked towards Zuo Daoqi.

When the man turned his head, Zuo Daoqi also saw his face. It turned out to be Monk Shankong who was beheaded by him with his own hands!

I saw that he had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, without a trace of anger or hatred between his brows. He actually nodded slightly towards Zuo Daoqi and performed a Buddhist salute.
To be continued...