Yang Jian, Qi Tianxing, Qi Tianxing, Yang Jian, Chen Yi suddenly felt that he was not alone.
Although he and Qi Tianxing fought to death in his previous life, when they met at this time, there was no conflict of interest. Although they were not friends, they were always a companion.
Yang Jian's eyes moved and he suddenly said, "Where is your tears stone?"
Chen Yi cursed in his heart. This guy was still thinking about his treasure, and he went back coldly: "The sky tears are hanging, it's just a pure decoration. Why, are you still thinking about it?" But he began to think about how he would run away if Yang Jian asked for trouble. Although Li Yu was hiding not far away, I don't know if Li Yu could defeat the guy who killed this heaven.
Yang Jian could not feel any fluctuations of the Sky Tears from Chen Yi at this time. He knew that the Sky Tears were probably exhausted after making the black hole for the two of them to travel through. He also smiled indifferently and said, "That baby is not of much use to me now, and I will not steal yours anymore."[
The conversation between the two was heard by Zhang Xuan and others, but there was a feeling of being in the clouds and mountains. However, Yang Jian didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to ask each other. They just looked at Chen Yi and couldn't help but add something that was inexplicable.
Chen Yi felt irritated. Why did these people say that they would grab it if they were robbed, and that they would not rob it if they were not robbed, it seemed that they were not strong enough. Power, power, he suddenly wanted to gain strength.
The two of them were nonsense in front of others, and others gradually couldn't hear anything. The curiosity disappeared and they both relaxed a little.
Suddenly, a scream came from Daci Temple, as if someone was pinching his throat, and then someone was yelling, "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva is alive!!!" Then he heard all kinds of messy footsteps, all kinds of pious praises, all kinds of Amitabha Buddha, and all kinds of Buddhist scriptures, and it felt like Daci Temple was boiling.
The eyes of the people outside the temple were also attracted. At the entrance of the Daci Temple, the two old monks Guanzhang and Changmei stood on both sides of the door and put on a respectful shape. The temple door opened, and there was a screen wall inside, but a faint aura emanated from the screen wall. The aura was bright and pure, majestic, and with a thorough attitude of seeing all the worlds, everyone felt the aura and couldn't help but feel a little respect in their hearts.
Yang Jian felt the breath with his heart, and his brows frowned uncontrollably. The more he felt, the ugly the expression on his face.
"Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, such a big background," Yang Jian murmured to himself. He always had a headache when he thought of this name with his arrogant personality.
When Chen Yi heard the name Yang Jian said, he knew who he was talking about with his careful study of Buddhism. The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, known in Sanskrit, is now in the Pure Land, and is the second Bodhisattva who redeems the Buddha's position as the second in line.
Yang Jian jumped long, jumping in the air, holding a three-fork knife in his hand, majestic.
Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta smiled and stopped talking nonsense, but saw a ray of light suddenly appearing from the Buddha statue. The light flew up in the air, and suddenly shone the sky brightly, even the sunlight seemed to be blocked.
Everyone looked up and wanted to see the battle in the light clearly. However, the light was far superior to all the light in the world. Everyone's hearts were clear and their eyes were clear, and they could not see anything.
Yang Jian was in that illumination of light, but felt the pressure from the side. The holy light was like the essence of himself, pressing on himself, and with his magical powers, it was difficult to move.
But Yang Jian is not the same? Faced with this pressure, he simply raised the three-pointed sword in his hand. A little darkness appeared on the tip of the three-pointed sword again, and a little darkness, but his power was revealed in the light.
A little light in the dark can guide people forward, while a little darkness in the edge of the light can corrode the purity of the light.
The little darkness on the tip of the knife suddenly spread out, and the light was all scattered into the darkness. That day, it suddenly became dark.
But just after a little darkness, people seemed to see the face of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, but they seemed to not see it, because the light that was infiltrated into the darkness together broke through the darkness and the sky became bright again.
Only Yang Jian saw the grim smile on the corner of the mouth of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta. Yang Jian knew that he had lost today. It was just because he had miscalculated the Bodhisattva's scheming that the three sharp swords were the master of darkness, while Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta used the light on the edge to support the darkness and left room for his own actions, but Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta did not hesitate at all.
Then, under the eyes of everyone, Yang Jian fell straight from the sky. The light was the world of Bodhisattvas. If Bodhisattvas don’t want him to be in that world, he can’t be in that world.
The battle between light and darkness ends with light victory. But is this light really that real light?