Roaring, communicating with Lingshan in a cocoon state, the Buddha's light bloomed, and the Han Cicada King struggled desperately, but unfortunately its strength had declined to its extreme at this time. Under the dual suppression of Zhang Chunyi and the young monk Shanyuan, it was difficult to move.

Although Mount Sumeru is magical, it is still a mountain, and it is just a small piece of debris, and it is inevitably suppressed by the mountain-driving whip. This is the power of the strange treasure.

"This mountain has the meaning of indestructible Vajra, I'm afraid we can't do anything to it."

After confirming the identity of Hanchan King and understanding its status, while lamenting that a generation of demon kings had ended in such a state, Zhang Chunyi also tried to break through the defense of Mount Sumeru, but he could never do it.

Hearing this, he activated the golden lotus and suppressed the struggle of Hanchan King again. A smile appeared on the little monk's sad face.

"My Buddha is merciful. When I was enlightened, I preached to all living beings on Mount Sumeru, and fully explained the method of transcendence. This fragment has obtained the true meaning of Vajra, and the magical power will arise from itself."

"At this time, King Hanchan placed his soul on Mount Sumeru, and used my Buddhist genus Vajra to respond to the Vajra Intention. He was protected by it, but external things could not be hurt. However, although King Hanchan had listened to the Buddha's voice for five hundred years and realized the Vajra Intention, he finally saw the skin but not the bones."

"Please also ask Mr. Zhang to support me."

As he spoke, the divine feet were moving, and he took one step forward and the little monk appeared above Mount Sumeru.

Sitting cross-legged in the golden lotus, holding the flower with his fingers, his face dissipated from sorrow. At this moment, a different smile appeared on the face of the monk. Although it was very calm, it had a great sense of freedom.

"I have a Diamond Sutra, and I will tell you."

His eyes were silenced, as if he had forgotten everything, and the Buddhist voices were spit out from the mouth of the young monk.

"I heard this for a moment..."

When the Buddha's voice and Zen sing, there are occasional splashes. The scriptures are just ordinary scriptures. The key is who is speaking.

Feeling the mighty Buddhist rhyme and looking at the little monk sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus, Zhang Chun couldn't hide his feelings. When he first met, he knew that the little monk was extraordinary, but now it seems that he still underestimated the little monk, as if he was a real Buddhist son.

Buddhist practice and enlightenment are re-enlightened, and examples of wasting half a lifetime, enlightenment in one day, and reaching the sky step by step. In addition to orthodox supernatural cultivation, Buddhism pays more attention to cultivating a Buddha nature, and this little monk is obviously born with Buddha nature.

Ah, a shrill scream sounded, and the Buddha's voice came into his ears, like a poisonous miasma, like a karma fire, the Han Cicada King let out a shrill scream, and his insect cocoon burned himself without fire, revealing his colorful glass body. He struggled wildly, but it was useless at all.

The colorful glass symbolizing the indestructible Vajra was broken, and the already weak demon soul of Han Cicada King was immediately severely injured. For a moment, Han Cicada King's life aura was extremely weak, and it seemed that he would die in the next moment.

However, the true meaning of the Vajra flows, and its essence never dissipates. As time goes by, it is influenced by the sound of Buddha and undergoes thousands of hardships. The essence of the life of the Han Cicada King seems to have washed away the dew and sprouted a brilliant brilliance.

It was at this moment that Mount Sumeru shook, and the Buddha rhyme engraved on it shone brightly. Suddenly, it seemed that there was a golden Buddha sitting cross-legged on it, pointing one hand to the sky, the other hand to the ground, and the tongue blooming lotus, telling the true meaning of the Great Way.

Om, the Buddha's light is transparent and reflects the four directions. The figure of the Han Cicada King becomes a lake. Mount Sumeru has been preserved for eternity. The Buddha's rhyme that has never dispersed has completely emerged at this moment and has flowed backwards.

"The only way to break is to stand is the Vajra!"

Listening to the little monk's lecture on the Diamond Sutra and watching this scene from afar, Zhang Chun became enlightened.

At the same time, the cicadas were chirping, the golden body was reshaped, and the colorful glass light was clear. The Han Cicada King, who was already dying, turned into a cocoon again.

The soul is placed on Mount Sumeru, and with the Buddha's rhyme left by the Buddha, it is indeed difficult for external objects to hurt King Han Cicada, but the little monk did not want to hurt it, but preached for it to help it enlighten and understand the true Vajra. Finally, the Buddha's rhyme is revealed and poured back into its body to help it transform again. After this incident, it breaks out again and the King Han Cicada will usher in a true rebirth, and its roots and bones will be transformed, and its future will be bright.

On the surface, this is indeed a good thing. In this process, King Hanchan gained great benefits and may be the emperor in the future. However, the reality is that it has lost the protection of Mount Sumeru and can only be slaughtered by others.

"Amitabha."

All the visions returned to peace. The little monk reached out and picked up the cocoons transformed by the Cicada King on Mount Sumeru. This time, there was no obstacle and lost the Buddha's charm. Mount Sumeru also revealed its true colors. Its whole body was gray and white, and its texture was like crystal, as if it was transparent, and it seemed to be covered with everything.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi could only sigh in his heart, and from then on, the six-winged cicada will truly become a six-winged cicada, and it is likely to transform into a fairy root and Taoist bone.

"Master Zhang, thank you for helping me this time to successfully take this demon. However, this demon has a fate with me, and I need to bring it back to the Western Wilderness."

"This mountain is called Xumi. Although it is a fragment, it can also contain the true meaning of space. With it as a guide, Mr. Zhang may be able to step into the Taoist path."

He pinched the insect cocoon that seemed to have been reduced countless times in his hand, looked at Zhang Chunyi with a sincere expression on his face, and the little monk said.

This time, he was able to successfully take down King Han Chan, and he did use Zhang Chunyi's power in disguise.

Hearing this and feeling the sincerity of the little monk, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Chunyi's eyes. Judging from the notes derived from the Immortal Treasure Picture, Mount Sumeru was once the ancestral courtyard of Buddhism. Under normal circumstances, Buddhist disciples should find a way to bring it back when they encounter this fragment of Mount Sumeru.

"This mountain has no chance to be with me."

As if feeling Zhang Chunyi's doubts, Shanyuan explained again.

Hearing this, he felt the breath of Mount Sumeru. Zhang Chun nodded, said nothing, and agreed with the distribution of good fate.

After getting such an answer, the sad look on his face slightly dissipated, and Shanyuan took the cocoon of insects transformed by the Han Cicada King into his pocket.

"Master Zhang, the fate has ended, I will return, the inspiration of heaven and earth will return, and there may be major changes. The Southern Wilderness has been a demonic land since ancient times, not a place for a long time. If you have any intention, you may go to the Western Wilderness. My Buddha opened the door of convenience to overcome all the sufferings in the world."

His eyes fell on Zhang Chunyi, hesitating for a while, his eyebrows drooped, and Shanyuan finally spoke.

Hearing this, Zhang Chunyi's heart was touched.

"Amitabha!"

He proclaimed the Buddha's name and finished his words. Without waiting for Zhang Chun to ask anything again and again, he stepped on the golden peng and tore up the space, and Shanyuan's figure disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chun frowned, but did not stop him.

"Is Southern Wilderness a demonic land?"

He murmured softly, at this moment, Zhang Chun thought a lot.

The young monk obviously has an extraordinary identity, and is most likely to be from a major force in Buddhism. The possibility of his unrest is very small. However, in detail, the years when the human race entered the Southern Desert were only one thousand years. This is the time when the inspiration of heaven and earth disappeared.

"If you don't have good land, go to the Western Wilderness, and Buddha saves sentient beings..."
Chapter completed!