According to legend, here is the entrance to the secret realm of the Demon Abyss set up by the Buddha Wuduo. In the secret realm, there is no yellow sand, no grass grows, and the spiritual energy is thin. Several demon emperors who are unforgivable and difficult to be saved are imprisoned.
At this moment, three men wearing black cloaks were frowning and meditating at the entrance of the secret realm.
The Buddha light soaring into the sky in the Nanyang Palace made their foreheads sweat.
The Buddha's son has indeed made a breakthrough again.
One of the men spat and said angrily: "This group of useless things are not enough to do anything. Not only can't trap Youtanhua, but she also let her take away the relics."
The person who spoke was Ruoming. He had been meditating on the Broken Heart Cliff for a whole month, but he had made no progress.
The seal left by the Buddha Wuduodi is really hard to shake, so he can only find two of the three deities: Ruocheng Bodhisattva and Ruotong Bodhisattva.
Ruocheng frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense, work quickly, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time."
"Youtanhua has been retreated after being backfired. If she comes out, she will definitely notice the abnormality. Now is the best time." Ruotong also answered.
Ruoming gritted his teeth and calmed down again. The three of them worked together again to cast spells at the seal at the entrance of the secret realm.
The Buddhist practitioners in Nanyang who were trapped by Mu Fusheng were also stunned at this time. They were still waiting for the abbots to rescue them, but now they have waited for Mu Fusheng's huge breakthrough.
More than three hundred years later, there is another King Kong in Nanyang.
But soon all the Buddhist practitioners discovered the strangeness:
"How...how is it possible? How could the Buddhist son break through at this time? Less than two months have passed from Jie Di to Vajra!"
"Even if it is a Buddhist son, this is impossible... it has never been since ancient times!"
"Is this...is it... because of the relics!"
As soon as these words were said, the Buddhist practitioners widened their eyes and were extremely surprised, but they had to continue thinking about it. If all the sixteen relics were taken over by the Buddhist children...
"Impossible! They will not hand over the relics unless the abbots die." Someone said again.
But this sentence brings a dead silence. The Buddhas fell to the ground and felt cold in their hearts.
Are all abbots... dead?
How did the Buddhist son solve the problem of more than 200 abbots in just two hours?
Then do they still have a way out?
And just when they were in a state of fear, Mu Fusheng came to them with a golden light and expressionless face.
Although he didn't say a word, after breaking through to become Vajra, the Buddha unexpectedly showed up, and the powerful Buddha power had already oppressed the monks and the monks couldn't breathe.
After all the Buddhist practitioners reacted, they kowtowed wildly and kept begging, "The Buddha's son is merciful, please forgive us for our lives. We just obey our orders, and we can't help ourselves."
Mu Fusheng's eyes were not wafty at all, and he clasped his hands together and said, "All those who have been touched by human life will be destroyed to comfort the spirit of the deceased in heaven."
Suddenly, the Buddhist practitioners became turbulent, whispering to each other, with calm expressions and trying their best to conceal, but none of them stood up to admit their crimes.
Mu Fusheng glanced down from a high place and the great magical power of the Vajra realm: Vajra's glaring eyes were activated instantly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, all the Buddhist practitioners had a deep or shallow halo on their heads.
This halo is actually transformed by karma, and those Buddhist practitioners whose halos are blood-red must be evil monks who have died in their hands during their lifetime.
Mu Fusheng's thoughts moved and without waiting for the Buddhas to react, all the evil monks' souls were destroyed in the blink of an eye.
The remaining half of the Buddhist practitioners were so scared that they crawled on the ground, and they didn't dare to breathe.
I heard Mu Fusheng say word by word: "You help the evil and be accomplice the tiger. You can be punished by death, but you can't escape the life. I will transform your cultivation, impart your powers to the Nanyang border, and build the Great Wall for the people. Do you have any objections?"
While speaking, Mu Fusheng's external Buddha's will spread unconsciously, and the Buddha's original restless and fearful hearts gradually calmed down.
They clasped their hands together and said piously: "We should follow the teachings of the Buddhist son."
Then, Mu Fusheng raised his hand to make a seal, and in a moment, more than a thousand Buddhist practices were pulled out, turning into waves of golden waves rippling in the air.
Gradually, all the Buddhas cultivators collapsed on the ground as if they were free of power.
Sumo followed with a team of soldiers. He was entrusted by Jiang Tianqi to help Mu Fusheng deal with these Buddhist practices.
The soldiers witnessed the fate of these monks who had once followed the abbots to act as a mighty monk, and suddenly felt very pleased and stepped forward to put shackles on them like anger.
Su Mo couldn't help but be shocked by Mu Fusheng's changes. It turned out that he only knew that this man had a kind of unworldly temperament, and now he could exude a Buddhist meaning while walking.
"Honor, General Jiang is still waiting for you there." Sumo said respectfully.
At this time, Jiang Tianqi was surrounded by a group of strategists and could not escape, and they all gave advice:
"Those monks are very ill-minded. After the founding of the new dynasty, they must be strictly guarded against, and it is best to include them in the supervision of the court."
"Yes, yes, right, take advantage of their great energy to get them all in one go."
"I think in the future, Nanyang should issue a government order, and it is not allowed to practice Buddhism."
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Jiang Tianqi was in pain when he was holding his forehead, and he heard a calm and Zen voice coming from behind:
"Amitabha, the abbot of more than 400 temples has apologized for his death, and his Buddhist practices have been transformed from cultivation to exile on the border. The little monk will definitely return to the simplicity of Nanyang Buddhism and the relationship between Nanyang monks and the court will return to the right path. Please everyone.
Give the monk some time." Mu Fusheng stood in front of the strategists.
Jiang Tianqi suddenly felt much more relaxed, and he continued: "The Buddhist son is right. In the Nanyang world, monks are blooming and the court is prosperous, which is what I want to see."
The moment the strategists saw Mu Fusheng, they suddenly felt that any words had turned pale. Although this man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, the aura he had on him had to convince him.
If I had just got stuck in my throat, I wouldn't even let it go.