Big dreamer

"Rumble..."

Another burst of rolling thunder sounded in the sky, and the seventh thunder tribulation was about to fall!

Linda's brows were furrowed, and his expression was extremely solemn. He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him like a wheel, and the blood crystal lotus platform under him began to light up.

"There are countless things created and merits are immeasurable."

Hearing a low drink from his mouth, the ghostly faces around him retracted one after another, and each one of them solidified on his body like a sculpture. There was no longer the bared teeth and claws at the end, and they looked like dead objects.

The blood crystal lotus platform under Linda began to rotate, and finally began to shine brightly. Thin crystal lines like stamens sprouted from it, twisting and twisting in all directions, connecting the altars one after another. .

On each altar, blood-red runes appeared, jumping up and down among the intertwined and swirling crystal lines, and a strange aura began to spread in the square.

"What's going on?" Zen Master Tuolan was the first to notice something strange and exclaimed.

I could see that the robes around him were puffing up without any wind, and a layer of pale white light overflowed from his body, like countless fireflies surrounding him, enveloping his entire body.

"What...what is this?" Immediately afterwards, someone else exclaimed.

Not far from Zen Master Tuolan, another Zen master's body shone with brilliant light.

After a while, almost all the lights on the high altar in the entire square lit up. Some were as pale as moonlight, some were as bright as lights, some were scattered like stars, and some were like the sun hanging in the sky, condensing a disk behind them. .

Chan'er was the only one with no light shining on his body.

"Hey, how could it be possible? Could it be that I made a mistake?" Linda glanced at Chan'er and wondered in her heart.

"It turns out that the appearance of merit manifested in an object is different from person to person." Chan'er looked around, looking at the light on everyone, and said with a sense of novelty.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone woke up and realized that these lights were the merits they had accumulated through years of practice.

"He has good eyesight, but it's a pity that he is a useless person." Linda couldn't help but be disappointed when she saw that he had no merit.

After saying that, he no longer looked at the crowd, but clasped his hands together, lowered his head and started reciting scriptures.

He has a single-minded expression and a pious look. If it hadn't been for a series of previous incidents, everyone would have thought that he was really the most pious and dedicated Buddhist disciple.

As the chanting sounded from his mouth, Linda's body also began to light up. However, his Buddha's light was redder in color, but more majestic and brighter than everyone else's. It condensed outside his body bit by bit, forming an impressive formation. A statue of Bodhisattva about ten feet high.

This Bodhisattva statue looks somewhat similar to Manjushri Bodhisattva, with a compassionate expression and love for all living beings.

As soon as the Bodhisattva statue was successfully condensed, a white light suddenly flashed high in the sky, instantly illuminating a hundred-mile radius, and a huge roar sounded, as if a hole in the sky was about to be blown.

A bolt of extremely pure snow-white thunder and lightning fell from the sky like a waterfall from the sky, pouring towards Linda.

Linda raised his hand and struck an upward palm. The phantom of the Bodhisattva outside him immediately performed a mantra mudra and pushed his palm high into the sky. The huge palm was held above Linda's head like an umbrella, pouring down the palm. The thunder and lightning was caught in his hand.

However, the power of this thunder calamity was beyond imagination. The moment it fell into the palm of the Bodhisattva's hand, it was pierced through. Thousands of electric wires crisscrossed down and continued to hit Linda.

Seeing this, Linda quickly made another magic spell, and then the other palm of the Bodhisattva's shadow came up again to stop the thunder and lightning for the second time.

However, the thunder and lightning residue splashed out from the palm fell on the body of the Bodhisattva's shadow, still like sparks splashing on the gauze, and immediately burned countless holes in it. Linda, who was inside, naturally felt doubly painful.

Compared with the turbulent river of thunder and lightning, these two palms are like two small dams blocking the river. They can barely resist, but they cannot escape the fate of being washed away.

Naturally, Linda couldn't let this happen. He gave a low drink, and a bloody light burst out between his eyebrows. The blood crystal lotus platform under him shone brightly, and the blood crystal threads connected to it also lit up.

The eminent monks sitting on the altar felt a burning sensation between their brows, and the light that shrouded their bodies embodied merit flowed along the blood-colored crystal thread and merged into the blood-crystal lotus platform under Linda.

In an instant, the blood crystal lotus platform was filled with light. In addition to the blood-red background of the lotus petals, a layer of fuzzy white light was immediately shrouded in it. On the body of the Bodhisattva's shadow, white light also condensed into a layer of plain gauze Zen clothes.

The power of the thunder and lightning splashing on the plain silk Zen clothes was greatly reduced, and they were unable to burn through the clothes.

Linda's eyes flashed with joy when he saw this, and he quickly stepped up to absorb the merits of the monks.

Fortunately, eminent monks like Tuolan had profound merits and could still sustain themselves for a while. However, for some Zen masters with shallow foundations, their external merits were quickly absorbed and their vitality began to drain away rapidly.

The Zen master, who originally looked no more than middle-aged, began to dry out quickly on his face and body, his eyebrows and beard quickly grew long, white, and fell off. His body continued to shrink, and finally turned into a withered skeleton.

Chan'er itself has no merit manifested. When the heat between the brows rises, the vitality begins to drain away.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only guard the mourning platform and recite the Heart Sutra.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, the relic on his chest suddenly lit up with golden light, wrapping him around him. The moment the rich light lit up, it was like the sun rising, covering all the eminent monks around him. The brilliance was obscured.

"That's..." Zen Master Tuolan exclaimed.

"Is that a merit? How can it be so majestic..."

"Impossible, how could it be..."

Amid everyone's surprise, a huge golden cicada condensed behind Chan'er.

"The reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, it is indeed the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. My guess is right! With you here, there is no need to worry about surviving the disaster, haha..." Linda was so happy when he saw this that he almost lost his temper.

He had already guessed Chan'er's identity before, and he planned to take action against Chan'er when he was in the city, but was disrupted by the Huahu Miao, and finally had to chase him to Fengjin Mountain to take action.

Later, Linda learned that Chan'er had actually enlightened Zhan Guo, and she became more and more convinced that Chan'er was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, so she used a trick to lure Chan'er to attend the Mahayana Dharma Assembly.

"With the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi around, the others are of little use, haha..."

Linda raised his hand and waved, and actually directly removed the control of other altars. He grabbed Chan'er from the air, took his small body from the altar over there, and controlled him in the air. In front of you.

Chan'er's whole body was bathed in golden light, and many memories of past lives suddenly appeared in his mind, with a surprisingly calm expression on his face.

Lin Da pinched the magic formula with his hand and directed it toward his body, and the golden Buddha's light of merit flowed out, wrapping the blood-colored lotus platform under him and dyeing it into pure gold. The bodhisattva's shadow also had golden light condensed on it. Wearing a layer of golden cassock.

With the protection of this immeasurable merit, the reflected golden light shot up into the sky, intersected with the silver light and thunder, and quickly melted into each other. The lead clouds deep in the sky seemed to be digested by the golden light and became much shallower.

Invisibly, Tiandao's intention to kill Linda also weakened a bit.