Li Ximan woke up with a start, rubbed his eyes, and felt tears on his hands. What happened in the dream was true.
He shed tears, so was the white crane he saw real or fake?
He realized that he had just screamed, which might have alarmed the monk next to him, and he got up in panic to apologize.
As a result, there was no difference between the monks sitting or lying down.
The tears were real, but the screams were still in the dream.
Li Ximan recalled that in his dream, the majestic white crane was a magnificent creature that he had never seen in his life.
It is said that the day has something to think about and the night has something to think about, but in his memory, he has never seen a similar bird. Why did he dream of this?
Also, what is that white light that fills his vision and makes him cry?
Li Ximan rubbed his palms, and suddenly his eyes flashed and white light appeared.
The lines on the palm were looming, flickering with faint light, but in the blink of an eye, they instantly turned into intense white light.
At this moment, Li Ximan was terrified, waving his arms, but the white light stuck firmly to his palm and could not be shaken off, and as time passed, the volume began to expand.
"The disciple is guilty."
Seeing that the matter was getting serious, Li Ximan decisively woke up all the monks and knelt down to apologize.
Among this group of monks, the leader is an Arhat, who is equivalent to the Shaotian Master in the past state affairs, and has extraordinary strength.
"Don't worry, let us see."
Arhat looked at Li Ximan's palm. The white light was filled with a murderous aura, which was inconsistent with the pure and gentle mainstream of Buddhism.
"Well, you mean, you saw the white crane in your dream, and when you woke up, you saw this light."
Arhat saw that the white light was emitted from Li Ximan's body, and the mass in his palm was just a symptom, and the source was in his body.
The next moment, Luohan opened his eyes, stared at Li Ximan's body, and suddenly screamed.
I saw him staggering back a few steps, covering his eyes, but there were two lines of blood and tears left between his fingers.
The monks nearby were panic-stricken and hurriedly supported the Arhat, while someone else was holding Li Ximan down and scolding him not to move.
"It's okay, I'm okay, let him go."
Arhat let go of his palm, only to see that his eyes were red, and the bloodshot eyes emerging from the hole were all cut off, as if they had been cut off by something. He recalled that when he had just explored Li Ximan's body, he saw a white spot that had enlarged sharply.
, causing a tingling sensation.
This kid, who had a strange encounter at night, is essentially still above his arhat.
This Arhat is different from those parallel importers. He has achieved fruition through cultivation, and his knowledge is also different from usual.
The trend among the top Buddhist monks is different from usual. They are very concerned about the younger generation of monks and want to focus on support.
"Well, Li Ximan, you are very good. This is not a sin, but the Buddhist fate you have received."
Although he didn't know the source of the white light, he still attributed it to Buddhism.
This world is owned by Buddhism, and all adventures can become Buddhist connections.
After Li Ximan stood up, he still felt embarrassed. He rubbed his arms and raised his hands to Arhat, "Thank you Arhat."
In the next few days, Li Ximan continued on the road with the monks. Many scattered monks gathered on the road, and the team grew stronger.
However, this is not a good sign.
The more monks scattered around, the greater the possibility of attracting a large group of ghosts. Moreover, such a large group of them is like a big and fat bait, which is bound to attract more ghosts.
Sure enough, ten days later, in a wilderness with towering strange rocks, they were attacked by a tide of ghosts.
"Form the seal of fearlessness and stay on the spot."
With the Arhat's order, many monks formed hand seals one after another, and an aura arose from their bodies. The fear and oppression caused by the ferocious ghosts were instantly swept away. A peaceful and peaceful atmosphere emerged in the air.
Among the group of ghosts, there were several ghosts with scarlet eyes roaring angrily.
"Shameless, shameless, they destroyed the Shifang Ghost Tribe and took away our names."
"Sumi Mustard Seal."
As soon as Arhat raised his hand, the dust in his palm expanded rapidly and turned into mountains falling from the sky.
With a rumble, mountains swarmed down like meteorites into the group of ghosts. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and every ghost was turned into nothing.
What Li Ximan saw was thrilling. His goal was to become an Arhat and master such a powerful and terrifying Lilang.
However, he is still too weak at the moment, so he can only make immeasurable golden light seals with both hands, and bursts of golden light cover his whole body.
This is a seal for beginners of Buddhism. It is mainly used for defense. It is also the best way for new novice monks to stay safe and protect their lives.
Li Ximan practiced this hand seal so skillfully that when he raised his hand, the golden light on his body was three fingers thick.
A ghost came in the form of wind and passed through the gaps in the crowd, trying to abduct the weakest Li Ximan.
As a result, the golden light immediately bounced off the ghost and disappeared into thin air.
"Well?"
Li Ximan's body suddenly shook. Although the ghost was extinguished, there was a commotion inside him.
Looking down, the golden light wrapped around his body began to appear with traces of white air, like ink dripping into the pool water, quickly dyeing the golden light into... white light, well, the white light in his dream, the white light that made him shed tears.
Li Ximan was so shocked that he lost his mind. How could this happen?
The Infinite Golden Light Spell was his last resort to save his life. If it failed, wouldn't it mean that his life was not saved?
Although the Arhat and the monks were very sharp in their attacks and killed all the ghosts, the number of the opponents was too huge. From time to time, fish that slipped through the net rushed forward and came in through the gaps in the crowd.
The monks were too busy to take care of themselves and would not focus on protecting Li Ximan. They could only rely on him to save themselves.
"It's not good, it's not good, go back quickly."
Li Ximan kept chanting and switching gestures, trying to make the white light dissipate and the golden light reappear.
However, every time the light flashed, the color of the light began to change, and in the end, it completely turned into white light.
His heart almost sank to the bottom of the sea. It rained all night, and the wind rang in his ears. Two more fish that slipped through the net came to him. "It's over."
Li Ximan was still very ambitious, but he didn't expect that he would fail midway. He thought to himself that God really doesn't love me.
In an instinctive reaction, he raised his hands to cover his face. This action had no effect on the ghost.
The white light was driven by the gesture, squirming and wrapping around the entire palm, hesitating slightly for a few times, and then transformed into a sharp edge.
The two ghosts smiled ferociously and were about to tear open the light and eat Li Ximan on the spot.
The next moment, the white light emitted a slight edge and passed by the two ghosts, leaving no trace behind like a breeze. The next moment, the two ghosts exploded on the spot and dispersed with the wind. Li Ximan was stunned. This was his doing. Then he looked at the white light on his hand.
, slightly weakened.
He seemed to grasp something, but he was not sure yet, so he turned around and looked to the opposite side.
I found a lone ghost, stumbling around in circles, looking for any flaws.
"You are the one."
Li Ximan waved his hand, and a realization came to his mind, as if he saw the other person splitting the two halves.
After a few breaths, the white light that came out of his hand spun into a knife wheel and struck the ghost's forehead at once, slashing down like a broken bamboo and splitting him in half.