"That's because the donor has a fate with me, Buddha."

This sentence sounded in everyone's heart. It was clearly the voice of the blind-eyed old monk Huiguang, but it was like a whisper that he had been secretly hiding in his heart for many years. It was so kind and natural. Even Tang Qingxia, who was the most nervous, fearful and vigilant, was awakened after several breaths.

When they suddenly woke up, they realized that they could no longer see the original scenery around them. What they saw were all glazed with glazed lights circling with faint Buddha light, forming layers of unknown spaces, extending upwards and downwards. Countless scriptures flowed along the endless outer wall of glazed glass, and the entire world was glazed Buddha light and scriptures.

The sea of ​​Buddha is endless, and the Buddha is infinite. It turns out that this is already in the ten directions of the glazed pure world relics pagoda.

Although it seemed that the small relic tower was still held in the palm of the old monk Huiguang, they were actually already in that tower, or the existence of the Pure World Relic Tower had completely covered them.

Sumeru mustard seeds, the Buddha's kingdom in the palm. Under such supreme supernatural powers, distance, and even the difference between inside and outside of space is meaningless.

"All donors have a connection with my Buddha, and then they gathered here under the influence of thousands of causalities." The old monk Huiguang said to everyone with a smile. Nangong Wuji and Tang Qingxiao were facing each other, Luo Yuanyun lying on the ground, Zhang Yuanling sitting in the carriage, and the bright moon beside him. Everyone had a different position and angle, but in everyone's eyes, the old monk Huiguang stood in front of them and said with a smile to them.

Nangong Wuji was still running hard, opening his mouth and shouting loudly. But no one knew what he was saying, and maybe he couldn't even hear his own voice.

Tang Qingxiao was almost the same as him. Although he was still holding the thick-backed sword in his hand, as if he wanted to do something hard, the sword that could even be maintained under the magic of the Taoist God of the Spirit Master, but this time, there was no movement and no more sword light.

The acupuncture point of Luo Yuanquan's body seemed to have been lifted, but he was seriously injured and couldn't stand up. He stared at the cow's eyes and looked around blankly. Zhang Yuanling in the carriage also regained his freedom. Sitting in the already dull carriage, he looked at the old monk Huiguang with a gloomy face. Mingyue still frowned at the relics tower in the hand of the old monk Huiguang, as if trying to find something in his memories.

But no matter what they were thinking or doing, they were as weak as a hazy illusion in a bubble compared to the old monk Huiguang. After saying this to them, the old monk Huiguang stretched out his hand slightly, Tang Qing chuckled, Luo Yuanquan, and Nangong Wuji appeared side by side in front of him. Zhang Tianshi, the thunder carriage, the Shifang on the carriage and Zhang Yuhong in a coma appeared beside him.

From the beginning, the old monk Huiguang did not show any special and amazing things. Compared with the opening of Nangong Wuji and Tang Qingxiao's sword-brightening Qigang, the majesty of Zhang Yuanling's carrying the thunder of the nine heavens like a god in the world, and the spirit master who controls the heaven and earth and ignores the people, he is like an ordinary old monk who has no solemn appearance or any momentum that shocks the heaven and earth. Even his voice was a little hoarse, with a slightly hunched back. It was really ordinary.

But when he stood with others at this moment, he found that his "reality" and "existence" had surpassed anything in this world. Under the cover of this glazed relic tower, compared with his ordinary hunched blind-eyed old monk, others seemed to be an illusion that was not worth mentioning at all, or just like the picture that his only real existence could paint casually, as long as he was willing, he could move, modify or even erase it at any time.

The voice of the old monk Huiguang slowly rang in Zhang Yuanling's ear: "Master Zhang Tian. I offended this time. The golden body method condensed by the earth spirit master donor is a very useful future. Since the sect is unable to control it, I will overtake my affairs and invite him into the relic tower."

Zhang Yuanling's face was extremely gloomy. He looked up and looked into the distance. The figure of the earth spirit master was sitting cross-legged in a very distant layer of space. Countless Buddhist scriptures were flowing in the void beside him like water. In other spaces, there were no idea how many people of different shapes or non-human images were sitting cross-legged and chanting Buddhist scriptures. Relatively speaking, the earth spirit master was just one of them.

Having spent too much effort and spirit on power struggle, Zhang Yuanling's cultivation level is far from being truly at the top, but being able to sit at the position of the leader of the Zhengyi Sect has a sufficient vision and knowledge. He knows what this situation means now.

Fortunately, luck made such a scene, such a state, such great supernatural powers not at no cost. This is the same as the true talisman of all things, which is essentially not the power that this world should have. Zhang Yuanling was sure that what Mr. Huiguang had abandoned was not just the pair of wisdom eyes in the ten directions.

Master Zhang Tian said gloomyly: "This should have been used to deal with the wolf demons in the West Di. The Pure Land Zen Temple actually wasted it here. I wonder what to do when the disaster comes in the future? The Pure Land Zen Temple ignores the safety of the nine states in the world, just for the reputation and future of each sect. I wonder what kind of face there is to face the believers in the world?"

"The causes of the future are all the fruits of today, how can it be said to be wasteful? Master Zhang Tian put his eyes on the reputation and future in front of him, which is too short-sighted." The voice of the old monk Huiguang came. Although it seemed that there was no concealment, Zhang Yuanling knew that this was the only one who could hear it. "And the causes of today are all the fruits of the past. Everything has been fixed, and Master Zhang Tian does not need to worry about it. Back then, my Buddhist predecessor found the Buddha's relics from the Iron Tower of the South Heaven, and it was destined that my Buddhist predecessor should have the prosperity of today. In the past, Senior Zhang Daoling abandoned the Bodhi fruit, which left Longhu Mountain no longer a treasure to suppress fortune, and it was also the cause of the decline of the Tao today."

Turning back to look at the cloud pattern that was constantly changing on Xiao Xia's body beside him, Zhang Yuanling's face became even more ugly. Although he seemed to be within reach, Zhang Yuanling had no intention of reaching out. He knew very well that as long as the old monk Huiguang was willing, the distance could be turned into a world of thoughts. He was not even sure whether every thought he had really made the decision by himself.

Looking at Nangong Wuji and the other two in front of him, the old monk Huiguang slowly said: "All donors cannot let go of their obsessions, and they are in the torrent of humanity, taking suffering as happiness, and taking delusion as permanence. The life gains that have been exhausted by exhausting their efforts are gathered by the obsessions of causality in the torrent of humanity. Now I will use the humanity cause and effect gathered in your hands to help restore humanity in the future and save the people."

"This Mr. She is talented and intelligent, and inherits the inheritance of the ancient Taoist sect. He must have been a hero, but his heart is higher than the sky. He regards all living beings as pawns, but he does not know the respectable and awesomeness of the way of heaven, and is addicted to being unable to be liberated. He only tries away his own self and tries to plot against the people. In the end, he ends up in a confused and confused way of self-killing and life is worse than death. He becomes a demon when he sees love, but he does not get it, and has not proved it. This is the 'disorder' of the 'disorder' of the human way."

The old monk Huiguang pointed with his hand, and the body of the snake Taoist who was supposed to be swallowed by the earthly spirit master suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yuanyun, and then faint scriptures and Buddha light surrounded them.

"Master Nangong Wuji." The old monk Huiguang turned to Nangong Wuji. "You came from a Confucian family and had the ambition to support the world and revitalize the human world. You just didn't distinguish between the right and the right, and used your heart to seek immediate results. You could use any means to achieve your goal and rob. You used the position of the commander of the Shadow Shirt Guard to promote the storm and the world, practiced the magic trick of seizing the heavens, but you didn't know that you had already led yourself and others step by step. This is the 'trick' of the human way of the 'trick'."

With the words of the old monk Huiguang, Nangong Wuji's face surrounded by Buddha's light grew older and in a few breaths, he changed from a young man in his prime to a middle-aged man, and at the same time, a small translucent cyclone was also peeled off from his body.

Looking at his hands and the cyclone leaving him, Nangong Wuji's expression became frightened, unwilling and angry. He didn't care that he had no power to resist at all, and pointed at the old monk Huiguang desperately and roared, but no one could hear what he was saying in this Buddha light glass.

The old monk Huiguang replied with a faint sentence, and let Nangong Wuji stay in place completely and remained motionless: "After Lord Wuji came to our temple to seek the Great Hand Seal of Aspirations, Brother Wuji also came to visit him personally, and asked the abbot and I to destroy your ability to seize the heavens when there was a chance in the future. This is absolutely impossible. Once the Demon Sect begins, it will enter the Tao with its own body and no way back. Fortunately, the Relic Tower is now complete, and it can still use the power of the Buddha's fortune to do this destiny. Lord Wuji also asks you to return to the road, so don't let Brother Ling down."

"As for this donor Tang." The old monk Huiguang finally turned to Tang Qingxiao, but he seemed not to be talking to Tang Qingxiao, but to the big sword in Tang Qingxiao's hand. "As a martial arts genius, this donor Tang Qingxiao has a righteous and heroic spirit, he should be a hero in the world who is unparalleled. He was just born in a family with too much murder and deep cause and effect. Even if he has all his skills and is amazing, he can only die and die under the involvement of many causes and effects. This is the "kill" of the human Taoist 'kill'. Fortunately, there is a thread in the sky, and a trace of heroic spirit is retained under the burning of the true spirit fire, and he will not be eliminated. Now this "destroy" sword can be used to subdue demons."

It was obviously Tang Qingxiao's knife that was tightly held, and he had never let go of his hand. However, when the old monk Huiguang said, the big sword somehow broke away from his grasp, and slowly flew to him under the Buddha's light.

Finally, the old monk Huiguang finally turned his eyes to Mingyue and sighed slightly, "This Yuan female donor is so beautiful that he is confused by all living beings. He is pitiful and charming, and he is foolish and foolish. He upholds the true meaning of the human Taoist Pazun teaching, and will never be able to transcend the cycle of reincarnation. Fortunately, my Zen disciple reshapes the body, cleans the soul, and cut off the evil consequences of the previous fate. Now it is the time to convert to my Buddha and attain the fruit position."

A layer of Buddha's light surrounded the bright moon, and she seemed to be unaware of it, still staring blankly at the small pagoda in the old monk Huiguang's hand. On the other side, Shilang closed his hands and closed his eyes without saying a word, but two lines of tears left along her face.

"'Delusion','Thief','Kill',''Idiot','The Four Paths of Mara, are currently in harmony with the heretics' Dharma-Eyes, and are able to refine their demonic nature, and achieve the human guardian Vajra. It should be used to open up the human path and protect the Dharma."

The hoarse voice of the old monk Huiguang's hoarse words slowly echoed in the void. The earth spirit master who was originally sitting in the high-rise in the distance suddenly appeared not far ahead, and the body of the snake Taoist, the cyclone peeled out from Nangong Wuji's body, and Tang Qingxiao's knife surrounded him. The Buddha's light surrounded him slowly turned into a fourth-grade lotus platform. It circulated around him.

The body of the snake Taoist, which was pieced together by many organs and talismans, disintegrated one after another, and then the stripped parts melted and twisted under the indescribable force, and then slowly reorganized into a small umbrella with a strange shape. This small umbrella is unique and unique. The patterns depicted on the umbrella surface are as beautiful and mysterious as the most beautiful and greatest figures in the world are fully displayed on it. People will stare at it and look at it again and again at first sight, hoping to send all their minds up and let them be swallowed.

Nangong Wuji's cyclone slowly turned from invisible to tangible. It turned into a body of armor embedded in countless pieces. It was extremely majestic and there was no silence. The pieces of armor flowed on it like life. It seemed to be changing between the real and the real at any time. When it was real, it seemed to contain infinite power. When it was empty, it seemed like a small piece of pure nothingness that swallowed all its power.

The sword left by Tang Gongzheng had the least change, but it slowly stretched and thinned. Finally, it turned into a long sword without guards and extremely simple shape without any decoration. The sword was pitch black overall and could not reflect any light. Only occasionally a faint dark red flame emitted, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed to collapse everything.

These three things slowly rotate around the earthly spirit master, but there is another position that is empty, and there is nothing on the lotus platform constructed by scriptures and Buddha's light. According to what the old monk Huiguang said before, the one standing on it now should be the bright moon.

Mingyue's eyes were closed and floating in the air. She was wearing a white dress without wind, and her long black hair was slowly floating. Surrounded by the hazy white Buddha light, her beautiful face showed a kind of purity and holiness that transcends the world. The reason why she did not fall on that lotus platform that originally belonged to her was also very simple. One of her hands was still in Xiaoxia's hand.

Xiao Xia still floated there with his eyes blankly, and the indescribable mysterious cloud pattern still overlapped with him. He did nothing and could not do it. He just maintained his posture before the beginning, but that was the case, and the bright moon that he held one hand could not fly on the lotus platform. In this world of glass Buddha light, it seemed that only he and the old monk Huiguang were real, and they were able to interfere with other things.

The old monk Huiguang couldn't see these, but he must have known them. He didn't react, just stood there and didn't move or speak, as if he suddenly began to think about an extremely profound question.

Not far away in front of him, the earth spirit master was still sitting in the surroundings of countless Buddha lights and scriptures. The umbrella, armor and sword, which had just changed from the body of the snake Taoist man, were also slowly carried by the Buddha light lotus platform, but there was no subsequent change. It seemed that a solemn sacrificial ceremony was inexplicably interrupted, and fell into a seemingly awkward silence.

Although the others had their own movements and reactions, Zhang Yuanling kept looking at it with a gloomy face, while Nangong Wuji was sitting still with a gray expression. Luo Yuanquan shouted with a dance and yelling. Tang Qingxiao was madly trying to rush over and grab his sword. However, in this world of glass Buddha light, their existence was just like some meaningless mottled light and shadow, and they could not even make a sound.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old monk Huiguang finally nodded, sat cross-legged as if he had made up his mind and said, “Well, since this Bodhi fruit blocked the cause and effect that I saw, then I should bear this cause and effect. Since this source of heaven and earth appears here at this moment, it should be the result of the operation of heaven. I took this huge thousand roots as the basis and directly melted and sublimated the four paths of the waves to the great freedom emperor’s relics, which can be considered as cutting off the cause and effect of the future and Ye Hongshan in advance.”

Zhang Yuanling, who had been sitting quietly by the sidelines, could no longer sit still and stood up. Unfortunately, he was no different from others. When the old monk Huiguang ignored him here, he could only do nothing like a hazy shadow.

After sitting cross-legged, the old monk Huiguang's originally ordinary and hunched figure suddenly seemed to become infinitely tall, indescribably solemn and majestic. At the same time, the glaze and faint Buddha light filled the world also shone brightly. The countless scriptures flowing in the void automatically made sounds, as if countless monks were reciting at the same time, but they did not seem noisy at all, only endless solemn and profound. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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