The Arhat holding a bowl is mentally strong enough. As soon as he has a pessimistic thought, he immediately changes his perspective.
Thinking about it on the other hand, if the Gonggong clan were still alive and in their heyday, even if I had not cast the Wheel of Fortune and was in peak condition, I would not dare to show up.
If you look at it this way, even though both parties are being disadvantaged, you still have the advantage.
Not to mention anything else, the alms bowls made by the West, especially this special one, are of excellent quality. They can compete with Ruoshui on their own, and they have not been damaged by the Lingzi mother plate in these years.
After explaining himself, the Arhat built up strong self-confidence.
Even facing the ancestral soul Ruoshui, Jubo Arhat didn't think he would lose.
It's just a matter of the price to pay.
Arhat Dharma's restraint has basically no effect.
Should we recite sutras to save them?
Originally, salvation was not an option. After all, sending them to the west was not a good choice. Western Paradise was not a big place, so how could they have a place?
Besides, this group of people is not easy to deal with. They have their own belief system, and it should be quite difficult to brainwash them.
There is also the most fundamental difficulty. The Arhat has always felt that if you can do it, don't make a fuss, so he is not good at the matter of transcendence.
Especially since he later surrendered to the west side. Even though he has the title of Arhat, he can't chant sutras. He has no intention at all. Apart from saying "Amitabha", he really can't do anything else.
Just like asking Capricorn Ge and Hong Lei to recite sutras, they definitely can't do it, even though one identity is the Twenty-Four Heavens and the other is a disciple of Buddha, it's so ironic.
It's not possible to be saved, nor is it possible to call for help, so can I just bleed myself?
Before the alms-raising Arhat could figure out what to do, Moon screamed in surprise.
"Uncle, it's over, I can't stop it."
It turns out that after the ancestral souls destroyed the Dharma, Ruoshui did not stop at all.
If there were just a few sporadic attacks on the Patriarch, now it was pouring rain, completely treating the two culprits as the main targets.
Don't blame Moon Maomao, who can bear it if Ruo Shui is poured all over him?
Mu En couldn't stand it anymore, so he didn't care much about it, but after she called him, he finally thought of a way.
Since you can't attack and you can't defend, what else can you do?
After all, she is also the Fairy of the Moon Palace, so she has to get some blood, right?
Thinking of this, he suddenly placed the alms bowl in Munn's arms and grabbed one of Munn's hands.
Moon didn't react at all. He was holding the alms bowl, his hand was still being held by the alms-raising bowl, and his face turned red.
what does this mean?
Could it be that the Arhat holding a bowl felt that he could not withstand it and wanted to blow up his soul in order to save face and tell himself his last words and entrust his relics?
This is treating yourself as an intimate.
How virtuous and capable are you?
We started meeting yesterday, and they haven't been dating for long.
Anyway, he has no other choice but to be here.
If you have a bad temper, what can you do if you lose one or two moves, but you don't always lose?
I was beaten away by Cai Gen several times, didn’t I just have trouble thinking about it?
I really can't beat him. I have a teleportation talisman. What's the shame in running away?
It’s just that the spirit is too high, it can’t stand the grievances, and the education of setbacks is not adequate.
I can't persuade myself on this matter. The more I talk about it, the more anxious I become. They are all face-saving people.
Forget it, it seems that the support I just found is going to be gone, so I should say some words of relief.
After he blew himself up, if he ran away again, it would be considered the end of his kindness.
"Uncle, if you have anything to explain, don't worry, I will definitely do it for you.
Yeah, uncle, what are you doing?"
The alms-raising Arhat didn't care what Moon thought, let alone what she said.
After taking Moon's hand, he placed it above the alms bowl, and then with a slight stroke, he made an opening on her wrist.
In fact, it's a bit inaccurate to say that the mouth is open. It's just a little bit of skin and the whole hand is about to fall off.
The arteries, veins, and nerves and bones were all severed, and the blood spurted out like a water gun.
Seeing the blood spurting out, the Arhat holding the alms bowl adjusted the direction of Moon's wrist so that all the blood spurted into the alms bowl.
Moon didn't dare to hide or stop the bleeding, so she could only plead.
"Uncle, I have been weak since I was a child and have severe anemia. I can't shed much blood."
Ignoring Munn's plea, he slapped Munn's Tianling Cap and shouted loudly.
"Fairy Moon Palace, come out to work and give me some support."
I don’t know what secret method the arhat used to lift the alms bowl. After patting it, Moon’s eyes suddenly glowed white, just like when he summoned the sun and the moon to shine together under the big pit, and the blood in his wrist also started to glow.
The bright red turned into golden yellow.
The golden blood is like viscous magma. When it enters the alms bowl, it is like fungus with water entering the wok. It is more lively than setting off firecrackers.
At this time, the bowl was not only lively, the special effects were also activated, and the golden light was shining.
Then, the alms bowl in Moon's arms, like the Arhat Dharma, transformed into more than a hundred clones and flew towards the direction of the ancestral soul.
During the flight, the bowl continued to grow in size, and finally arrived in front of the ancestral souls, like a pot lid, clasping each ancestral soul.
The ancestral soul was suppressed and was quite dissatisfied. It ran rampant in the alms bowl, like a river crab in a steamer, full of desire for survival.
Although Munn was photographed as the Fairy of the Moon Palace by Raohan, they are one and the same in their thoughts.
The current situation is that the power of the Moon Palace Fairy's soul is consumed to maintain the confinement power of the alms bowl. Moon is so aggrieved that he cries.
It turns out that this old bald donkey didn't want to blow himself up, he wanted to make himself desperate.
"Venerable Arhat, is it necessary?
Even though I, the Moon Palace Fairy, have a humble status, I cannot bully others like this.
Besides, even if I add strength to myself, I still can’t refine these ancestral souls.”
The alms-raising Arhat is quite satisfied with the result.
It is not impossible to refine these ancestral souls.
Then you have to spurt out blood yourself, and be determined to die together.
Now we can only be trapped temporarily, which is considered a last resort.
As the old saying goes, even a roll of toilet paper has its meaning.
The best proof right in front of him was that he had discovered Moon's residual value.
"Fairy Moon Palace, I didn't let you refine them, just trap them temporarily."
"How long will it take for me to be sleepy? I can't hold on for long."
The alms-raising Arhat continued to move forward along the original trajectory.
"It won't take long, the bleeding won't stop.
Otherwise, they will come out and ruin my major project, and all the efforts will be wasted."
Seeing the Arhat holding a bowl walking away leisurely, Moon couldn't follow him either.
It wasn't that she didn't dare to move, it was just that her body seemed to be hollowed out and it was difficult to stand. It was too uncomfortable due to the weakness of her soul.
What is flowing out is not blood, and it cannot be replenished by taking some Guiyuan ointment.
That's the power of the Moon Palace Fairy's soul. Use it a little and you'll lose it.
If it is really useless, even if I reincarnate, it will be in vain.
"Uncle, I'll try my best to withstand it, but can you run two steps?"