"So, Buddha, are you planning to fight us to the death?"
Venerable Natikasyapa said with a sneer, staring at Monk Tyrant. When the Buddha sect was destroyed, the five hundred Arhats died, died, betrayed and betrayed. The few remaining ones held on.
Unfortunately, the pure land of Western China has long lost its former prosperity.
Today, Venerable Natikassapa, as the leader among the five hundred Arhats, naturally cannot forget the harm that the Buddha brought to the Buddhist sect. The reincarnated demon body of the Buddha is their eternal nightmare.
"Amitabha, Venerable Natikassapa, and the young monk have always upheld the compassion of our Buddha and wholeheartedly do good, without any second thoughts. I cannot deny what happened back then, but I will not admit that my reincarnated demon body has long ago
It has become one body and is no longer me at all. The evil comes from my heart. It is a trace of evil thoughts in my heart. It is hard for me to escape the blame for the harm to the people. But I am also responsible for what happened back then. So the little monk can't do it now.
I’ll give you an explanation, but I think that day will be in the near future.”
Monk Tyrant is neither humble nor arrogant. Venerable Natikasyapa is the top master among the ten major monasteries and the mainstay of the Five Hundred Arhats back then. However, the grievances and grudges between the Buddha and the Sect back then cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
"Well, in this case, there is nothing more to say. Buddha, you are no longer as brave as you were back then, and we are no longer the Arhats we were back then. In today's battle, there is no need to show mercy. We
We should fight to the end to fight for the last shred of dignity of the Buddhist sect."
Venerable Subhadra shouted in a deep voice, his power was overwhelming, and he was already ready to fight the Monk Tyrant to the end.
"It's useless to say more. Since people still rely on the power of the Buddha and think they are the masters of the Buddhist world, why should we be polite to him? The Buddha Sect has long since fallen apart. If it weren't for your reincarnation, how could the Buddha Sect become what it is now?
Look like this? No one is forcing you, but the Buddha Sect is truly destroyed in your hands."
The wise Venerable Wugong angrily rebuked the overbearing monk. All the events of that year are vivid in our minds. The Buddha sect was destroyed. As the ancestor of all Buddhas, the Buddha was indeed to blame. He could even be said to be the sinner of the sect.
"Amitabha, this young monk is deeply sorry. I will never forget what happened back then. When I re-establish the Buddhist sect, I will definitely die to apologize. The young monk will definitely bear the responsibility for the mistakes I made. But, it is not now."
Monk Bazhe said with a serious face.
"Buddha, you——"
Lord Wood Spirit whispered, with an anxious look on his face.
"That's easy to say, but the three of us will definitely destroy your cultivation and your Buddhist charm today."
The wise Venerable Wugong gritted his teeth and said that he already hated the Buddha deeply, and this battle was inevitable.
"Amitabha! You bully others too much. The Buddha has tolerated time and again, but you are aggressive. As disciples of the Buddha, aren't you ashamed? Five hundred Arhats are such filthy people, and they even want to embezzle my Buddha's Buddha.
Yun, you are truly a treasonous and vicious person, I, the Venerable Wood Spirit, am ashamed to be in your company."
Lord Mu Ling could not bear it anymore, and he even sneered at these troublesome people.
"Who do you think you are? Even your respected master Guan Zizai may not dare to talk to us like this. Regardless of superiority or inferiority, a mere master's waiter dares to discuss seniority with us. It's really a joke. It's ridiculous.
to."
Venerable Subhadra shook his head, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. Back then, the Buddhist sect underwent drastic changes. Today, these five hundred Arhats have long since fallen apart and their temperaments have changed drastically. They are no longer the Bodhisattvas who saved the suffering in the first place, because every time they
Everyone must live to be able to contribute to the world and build good relationships.
But now, all of this has been destroyed by the Buddha. The Buddha succeeds and the Buddha fails.
"you--"
Venerable Wood Spirit's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and said, but was stopped by Monk Tyrant.
"Amitabha, everyone, I said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, but not now."
Monk Bazhe also frowned. What he wants to do now is not to be an enemy of these Arhat venerables, but to influence them, to make them convert to our Buddha again, and to make the Buddhist sect become a pure land instead of
A murderous demonic land.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two, it seems that if we don't take action, Lord Buddha will not have a good talk with us. Hum."
Lord Subhadra sneered again and again. At this time, the three of them looked at each other and charged towards Monk Tyrant without mercy. With a murderous spirit, they spread across the world and blocked Monk Tyrant's path in an instant.
way out.
The figures in the middle stage of the Three Realms of the Emperor rose up and struck directly at the Monk Tyrant. The rays of Buddha's light became extremely cold, and the palm prints became as cold as ice.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!"
The wind in the palm of Monk Bazhe's hand is like thunder, roaring past. Under the Buddha's light, the earth is filled with brilliance, and the charm of Buddha will last forever.
"That Yanluo Seal!"
"Dora Divine Palm!"
"The light of the sages!"
The murderous aura of the three Arhats is as fierce as a tiger. Their aura is no longer the pure Buddhist charm, but is full of distracting thoughts, full of chaos, and full of confusing aura. Like executioners, there is no trace of Buddha anymore.
The appearance of a venerable person.
However, it is undeniable that the strength of the three people is extremely terrifying. They came with threats and made Monk Ba Zhe retreat. However, the Buddhist Yun that prevailed in the hands of Monk Ba Zhe was extremely pure.
With the Buddhist blessing of Master Guan Zizai, Monk Ba Zhe fought one against three. As a Buddha, he has profound knowledge. Facing the three Arhats with equal fighting power, Monk Ba Zhe did not need it at all and directly forced all three of them.
He retreated, embarrassed.
However, he was also greatly suppressed. The three great Arhats fought to the death for the sake of the Buddhist charm in his body. They wanted to seize his relics and transform into Buddhas, but that was just a fantasy.
The two sides kept intertwining, and their momentum was swift and fierce. Monk Tyrant always left room for leeway, but Venerable Natikasyapa and the others were facing each other to the death. The fighting power of both sides was astonishing, and all the surrounding mountains and rivers and hinterland were surrounded by people.
It cracked and opened, the Buddhist rhyme gradually disappeared, and the sky became eclipsed. Both sides tried their best. Lord Mu Ling couldn't help but worry about the Buddha, because he never used his full strength to attack. Instead, he was severely wounded by three people one after another. The scene was extremely
of danger.
"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas. He is really broad-minded. He would rather suffer all kinds of suffering and be seriously injured than kill someone. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? It's so admirable."
A loud shout resounded in the void. Monk Tyrant's face turned completely gloomy at this moment. Even Lord Wood Spirit's breath was stagnant. The figure that covered the sky and sun made him feel...