Chapter 324 Gold layer
The iron box was overwhelmed and finally burst,
Scattered fragments are flying in the air, shining brightly under the candlelight of the stupa.
What is placed in the iron box is precious metal compressed to the limit.
Li Ang opened his palm and released the restriction on Mosi.
The pitch-black silk thread immediately stretched and stretched, like a spider web, precisely borrowing every piece of metal fragments in the air, and devouring them rapidly.
Absorb evolution.
The dark gold on the surface of the ink silk becomes more and more dazzling, the diameter of each silk thread is shortening, and the length is lengthening,
So light enough to be blown by the breeze caused by the candlelight, floating in the air lightly, like a feather.
"This body covered with hair, could it be Yuan Tianshi who is unknown in his later years?"
Tucao thoughts flashed by, and the next moment, the ink silk suddenly tightened, wrapped the whole body, and formed a giant cocoon.
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"Subhuti. What do you think? If a person is full of the seven treasures of the three thousand great thousand worlds"
Outside the Daxiong Hall, a group of monks sat around, beating the wooden fish with their right hand, twirling Buddhist beads with their left hand, and reciting the Vajra Sutra.
The circular vajra array surrounding them was turned upside down like a golden bowl, resisting the so thick and invisible magic energy in the square.
In the black mist, strange roars come and go,
The sound of dense footsteps, biting, gnawing, crying of babies, soft courtship sounds one after another, and even the calls of the relatives of the monks, and the angry roar of the Buddha.
The sound of the magic sounded endlessly, weakening the will of the monks.
A young monk finally couldn't hold on, his face became more and more shaken, and his chanting of Buddhist scriptures became slower and slower, and he kept making mistakes.
finally
His skin swelled rapidly, tearing the monk's robe,
The eyes swelled and filled the eye sockets, and burst open directly,
The jaw is bounded by the central axis and splits to both sides. Two rows of sharp teeth grow on the fractured surface. In the three-parted mouth, the magic scriptures that are extremely blasphemy begin to be recited.
Snapped!
A pure gold Zen staff waved and smashed its head,
Then a big hand picked up the severely deformed headless body and threw it out of the diamond ring.
"Continue reading,"
The abbot stood beside the vajra circle, turned around, swiped his Zen staff, and swept all the monks with his cold gaze, "Don't stop."
All of this is almost the same as the usual late repair of the temple.
In addition to the dirty blood left on the ground, the noisy magic sounds outside the diamond circle, and everyone will die at any time.
Demonic energy filled the sky, blocking the sun above the head,
The diamond ring itself has become the only light, struggling to survive in the dark wind.
Every minute and every second, the number of monsters outside the circle is increasing, among them are not only pilgrims who have returned from the dead, but also fellow disciples of the Garan Sect.
They either laughed ferociously, or shed blood and tears in their eyes, or wailed for their lives,
Using distorted minions, sticks and swords, they hit the vajra circle heavily, shaking the minds of more than 300 monks in the circle.
"Subhuti. What do you think. Xu Tuohuan can make this thought."
Accompanied by the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, the abbot Liao Nan wandered in the diamond circle, harvesting those monks whose mana was exhausted, their minds collapsed, and they were deformed into demons with the Zen stick in their hands.
The number of monks is getting smaller and smaller, from more than three hundred to one hundred and ten,
The abbot's complexion changed from cold, to stiff, to numb.
"Keep reading!"
He threw down the broken Zen staff, twisted the neck of the monster with his palm, and threw the corpse out.
Regardless of the blood-stained hands, his eyes were tearing apart, his voice was hoarse and frantic, "Don't stop!"
This time, there were only fifty people left in the circle who could still hear his words.
"Subhuti. As many as the grains of sand in the Ganges River. Such as the number of sands in the Ganges River."
The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures is still going on, but the sound has been weakened by more than ten times.
The golden bowl, which was originally indestructible, is as thin as porcelain and crumbling.
It was difficult for the abbot to look up, the demonic energy was boiling and filled the sky, and he couldn't see the sun high in the sky at all.
"Subhuti"
Thirty-eight people.
"Subhuti"
Twenty-one people.
"Subhuti"
Fourteen people.
The golden bowl, as thin as a cicada's wings, finally cracked a gap,
A bunch of monsters rushed towards the gap impatiently, and then bumped into the difficulty head-on.
His whole body is burning with the light of Buddha, and the cassock is supported by strong muscles,
Every time you punch or wave your palm, you can wipe out the life of a demon.
Like a rock, blocking the tide of magic.
The difficult punches are getting slower and slower, the injuries on his body are getting more and more, and his breathing is getting heavier.
Boom boom boom.
Heavy footsteps sounded from far to near, and the earth trembled.
A huge monster squeezed through the group of demons like pushing away the tide, and stood outside the golden bowl.
On its belly, there are layers of human faces attached to it, and each face seems familiar.
"It's hard!!"
The human face in the middle roared sadly: "You colluded with the government, led beasts to eat people, called monks in vain, and chanted Buddha in vain!
Damn you! "
"Monk?"
It was as difficult as a broken bellows, took a few deep breaths with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "I give up my love and relatives, and leave the world for joy, why can't I call myself a monk?
Foolish men and women spend their days in ignorance,
I give you false visions,
Sending you to the Paradise of Paradise early, why not a Buddha?
As for my life, if you want it, take it yourself. "
"Then die."
The tall demon punched out, passing through the gap in the golden bowl,
The fists of the two sides collided in the air.
Just hear a bang,
The arm of the demon exploded and exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, attracting the low-level monsters in the corner to greedily chase and devour them.
It's difficult,
He knelt down on one knee, his arm disappeared, and countless blood spurted from his shoulder. Fortunately, he had the secret method of garan, and forcibly squeezed the blood vessel with his muscles to stop the blood flow.
The aftermath of the punches from both sides continued unabated, and the monsters at the gap were blown away,
also shattered the internal organs of several monks in the diamond circle.
Snapped.
The diamond ring finally couldn't hold on, it burst and collapsed,
The long-coveted monsters are rushing in.
at this time,
Abbot Wu Wu at the front slowly opened his eyes, counting the prayer beads made of two hundred white jade seeds to the last moment.
". Bajala slandered Nipanhudu urnpan, Sapoha."
The Buddhist scriptures are finally finished,
The majestic gust of wind centered on the Buddha beads, sweeping and spreading around.
Thousands of low-level monsters were blown up by the strong wind, torn apart, and rained blood all over the sky.
Even powerful monsters transformed by practitioners have to crawl to the ground.
Guarding the mountain and forming a large formation is a world,
And the beads are the heaven and the earth itself.
Abbot Liwu held the Buddhist beads in his left hand, stood up slowly, put his right hand upright in front of his chest, and put **** together.
The wind changed suddenly with his movements, and a large amount of spiritual energy gathered and condensed, forming a huge two-finger shape above the main hall.
Then, stab down.
Boom!
The roof of the Daxiong Hall broke apart without any suspense,
The heaven and earth handprints are like breaking bamboo, like crushing tofu, breaking through the wooden beams and pillars of the old mountain that are stronger than steel, until they encounter the field of sand of time, and then slow down.
This is a struggle between the world itself and the sands of time.
The **** that fell from the sky pushed forward with difficulty,
In the Sumeru hourglass, the sands of time flow faster, almost bottoming out.
"There is no empty achievement, and there is no fear in giving!"
Enlightenment shouted loudly, and the Buddha's light all over his body was radiated,
The Buddha's handprint on the top of the Daxiong Palace pressed down again, breaking through the barriers of the sands of time, and lightly tapped on the top of the demon Buddha's head.
Kaka Kaka—
The crackling sound of gold paint can be heard endlessly,
The thick gold layer of the statue of the Demon Buddha exploded,
The devilish energy pervading the world suddenly stopped.
Successful? !
Kneeling on one knee, Nan smiled miserably, stood up slowly from the ground, and just about to say something,
But seeing Lu Wu's face suddenly changed.
Boom! !
The magic energy in the Daxiong Palace,
Like a spring compressed to the limit, it suddenly let go of the restriction, and rushed out of the hall in multiples.
Among the torrential black mist, a tall and thin Demon Buddha in robes and cassock slowly stepped down from the Buddhist altar.
(end of this chapter)