Tathagata Buddha was defeated again. His scalp was numb from being beaten, his body was broken, and the golden Buddha's blood dyed the ancient stars red, and splashed ink for billions of miles, everywhere.
The great powers were extremely shocked and surprised. They did not expect that Tathagata could not defeat Kinnara, a former disciple of Buddhism.
"This Buddha is so weak that he can't even defeat his disciples!"
"As you said, who can he beat? Monks are compassionate, not to mention the leader of a monk. Buddha is kind-hearted and can't bear to strike hard!"
A powerful man said in a strange way that he was from Daoxuan Sect and was not afraid of Buddhist revenge.
"Isn't that right? I think he hit us very hard just now. His teeth were gnashing!"
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"Haha... Tathagata, are you worthy of being the Buddha?" Wutian stepped on the black lotus and said with a sneer, his eyes were extremely scornful and contemptuous.
Upon hearing this, Tathagata was so angry that his scalp was numb and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, which made his injuries worse.
"Evil obstacle, what kind of evildoer are you!?" Tathagata was furious and shouted loudly. He did not believe that this was Kinnara at all.
"Are you the incarnation of the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus?"
Tathagata's eyes moved, he looked at the black lotus at Wutian's feet and said.
"Heaven is not heaven, but Qi. A poor monk has no heaven!" Wutian said domineeringly. As soon as he said this, the faces of all the powerful men suddenly showed strange expressions.
"What a loud tone, he mentioned the word Wutian again and again!"
At this moment, Zhunti left his opponent behind and came to the field. He was holding a round light, with a peaceful aura all over his body, and looked at Wutian with a strange expression.
"Interesting, Ji Zhan, you are destined to be a Buddhist with me!"
He blurted out his words in a shocking way, and we connected with each other as soon as he appeared.
Everyone looked at Zhunti with strange expressions and complained in their hearts.
"Master, this is not caused by chaos!"
I really don’t let anything go, even the disciples who are possessed by the devil have to be destined.
Wutian has his hands behind his back, and his black robe is like a black hole. Just one look at it makes people feel like their souls are about to fall into it.
"Haha, Zhunti, do you want me to join Buddhism? Or do you want me to take over the position of Tathagata Buddha and become Wutian Buddha?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhunti had no reaction, but Tathagata became a little anxious and almost cursed.
Zhunti said nothing, looked at one place with a complicated look, and said lightly: "Explain to the poor monk what is going on."
The person he was looking at was none other than Patriarch Bodhi. For a moment, all eyes were turned to him. He was the focus of heaven and earth, and everyone was paying attention.
They knew that the trigger for all this came from Patriarch Bodhi, who exposed the scene of Avalokitesvara killing Asham.
This is a backstab from one of our own, so Zhunti will naturally blame him.
The most interesting thing is that Patriarch Bodhi is the good corpse of Saint Chunti, and they are one and the same. But now listening to Zhunti’s meaning, he did not know in advance what Patriarch Bodhi did.
"There's a good show to watch!"
The great powers' interest increased greatly, their eyes were shining, their faces were full of gossip, and the fire in their hearts was burning. They stopped taking action or fighting, and just waited there to watch the show.
Under the gaze of everyone, Patriarch Bodhi walked over with a calm expression and a fairy-like manner, neither humble nor arrogant.
He is not like a monk, but more like a Taoist, with a natural Taoist charm about him.
When he came closer, he bowed his hands to Patriarch Bodhi and made a series of songs, as if he were facing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
This extraordinary performance made Zhunti frown slightly and feel a little dissatisfied.
"Why do you want to plot against my Buddhist sect?"
Zhunti asked calmly, without any emotion, but the more he acted like this, the more people felt frightened, and Tathagata beside him felt a chill that was heart-stopping.
The saint was really angry!
Bodhi glanced at Wutian and was speechless for a moment. He had indeed calculated, but not to this point. Wutian's birth really had nothing to do with him. This was a variable that even he had not expected.
Even if he denies it at this time, Zhunti probably won’t believe it.
The blame has been laid.
But it doesn't matter anymore, everything has begun and there is no turning back.
Patriarch Bodhi smiled calmly and said: "The matter has come to this, there is nothing more to say. I have my own reasons, and you won't understand even if I tell you!"
After the words fell, Zhunti's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said coldly: "You are just my good corpse. Do you really think you can break away from your body and jump out of the world?"
"I just want to live my own life and don't want to be manipulated by others."
"As for whether it can be successful, we will only know if we try it."
Patriarch Bodhi said with a smile. Although his words were soft, they contained a firm will.
Hearing this, the powerful people around were stunned and deeply shocked.
They finally understood.
Patriarch Bodhi actually wanted to escape from Zhunti's control.
This is simply unbelievable and a fantasy. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of a good corpse being able to completely separate from its original body.
Because they belong to one body, born from the same origin, just like the relationship between body and shadow. It is impossible to separate them, it is completely nonsense.
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At the same time, Sanqing and other saints also stopped and watched this scene with interest.
"The journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is not over yet, there is trouble in Buddhism again!"
"The good corpse actually wants to escape from its original body. It's a good idea, but it's a pity that it's impossible to realize it!"
Yuan Shi said with a smile and said, "Zhunti, these two guys are so good at causing trouble. They have been causing trouble so much that now they even want to betray their own good corpse."
"In principle it is indeed impossible!" I said lightly, not optimistic about Bodhi either.
"This must be the fault of those demonic books. They led a good corpse into the evil path and actually wanted to escape from the original body."
"Brother, be careful of that good corpse of yours. Don't imitate this Bodhi. Your mind is not right."
Yuan Shi suddenly looked at Lao Tzu and reminded him kindly that he was very considerate of his senior brother because he also had a good corpse who was tinkering with alchemy in the heaven.
As soon as these words came out, I was stunned for a moment and felt a little dissatisfied.
Why did he suddenly curse him?
"This Bodhisattva is not simple. He seems to have come prepared. He first calculated the Buddhist scripture seekers and made them fall into the devil's path, thus destroying the results of the Buddhist scriptures in the West."
"Now I am still neither humble nor arrogant in the face of Zhunti. It seems that I have something to rely on in my heart."
I coughed lightly and analyzed rationally. He could feel that this Bodhisattva was not simple. It was definitely not as simple as overestimating one's capabilities.
"The idea is good, but it is a pity that he ignored the power of the saint. It is definitely not that simple to escape from the control of the saint and become a new individual!"
Yuanshi said in a deep voice that Bodhi's behavior was tantamount to looking down on their saints, and it was simply an act of overestimating one's capabilities.
The words fell, but the Tongtian Cult Master heard them and immediately laughed.