I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Buddha's birthday.

Randomly selected believers will gather at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to participate in the puja.

There was a sea of ​​people in front of the Daxiong Hall, and as far as the eye could see, there were gray-clothed monks, lined up neatly and silently.

There are bright yellow long banners of various colors standing all around, with distorted and weird patterns painted on them, which are formed by the fusion of Buddhist scriptures and prohibition patterns.

Sitting under the long banner, eminent Buddhist monks recite scriptures in unison, and the buzzing sound is like a magic voice piercing through the ears.

The young people who participated in the Buddha's birthday Dharma meeting did not experience such hardships. They thought it was a test of Buddhist practice. Thinking of seeing the Buddha enthroned in bliss, parents and relatives enjoying the glory and wealth, each gritted their teeth and endured.

From early morning to noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the eyes were blurred due to the torment.

The sound of "Amitabha Buddha" and "My Buddha's compassion" can still be heard buzzing in my ears, and all kinds of hallucinations appear in front of my eyes.

inside the hall.

Benkong caressed his long eyebrows, his face showed compassion, his eyes swept across the tens of thousands of believers outside the hall, all of them were in a trance.

"Burning spiritual incense, please Buddha treasure!"

Immediately, a monk lit the spiritual incense, and the thin spiritual energy scattered in all directions. Eight strong monks carried the altar to the outside of the hall, on which was enshrined the Buddha's most precious treasure, the Bodhi Treasure Wheel.

The spirit of the instrument senses the aura of heaven and earth, just like a thirsty person discovers the source of water, and immediately manifests a six-foot-high golden Buddha to absorb it desperately.

The thin aura could hardly satisfy the Buddha's appetite, and it devoured the believers' energy and spirit by the way.

As the spiritual objects in the world become scarcer, Buddhist eminent monks comprehend the self-proclaimed supernatural powers left by Zen Master Miaoshan. After several revisions and deletions, it becomes a sacrifice of mortal spirits and souls to replace part of the spiritual energy to support Buddha treasures.

The disadvantage is that the Buddha treasure is contaminated by resentment, and the spirit of the weapon has signs of being enchanted.

The extremely exhausted believers outside the temple saw the golden Buddha descending into the world in a trance, and felt that their bodies were getting lighter and lighter, as if they had ascended into immortals.

"Amitabha!"

With a look of unbearable expression on his face, he has been reciting Buddhist scriptures for 130 years, saying that he is compassionate all the time, and he has become the executioner who slaughtered Buddhist believers.

"They died for the prosperity of Buddhism. Remember to promote their family members to second-class people, and they can worship in temples and practice within three generations."

The rest of the monks nodded slightly, and praised the great compassion of the monk Benkong. It is my Buddha's blessing to receive this honor after only one son died.

at this time.

The Dharma meeting has reached its climax, and under the blessing of Buddha treasures, the sound of chanting sutras spread from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to the foot of the mountain.

Looking from a distance, the golden light is dazzling, and the giant Buddha carved from the mountain peak came alive under the light of the Buddha, holding flowers and smiling!

Those monks and ordinary people who came to worship on their own, seeing such a wonderful scene, knelt on the ground and chanted sutras devoutly. They were envious of the monks who participated in the Dharma assembly, and wished they could replace them with their own bodies.

Zhou Yi changed into a yellow-robed monk, his mana spread to his eyes, and what kind of Buddha light bloomed on the mountain, it was clearly the cloud of resentment that condensed into clouds.

"The end of the law is peerless, so much resentment has been condensed, let alone the blood sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of people!"

In the dark clouds, countless innocent souls wandered back and forth, trying to rush out to poison the living beings, but they were suppressed by the Buddha's treasure circle, so they could only wail in pain.

"The spiritual object with such power and power in the world can only be the supreme treasure of Buddhism. If the sages who refined this treasure back then knew that the blood sacrifice of the descendants was a monster, I wonder if they would jump out of the coffin board!"

Thinking of this, Buddha's light was born under Zhou Yi's feet, and a golden lotus throne was manifested.

The magic weapon obtained from the Blood Moon Demon Venerable back then was equipped with a double illusion formation, and in the eyes of mortals, it was like the light of Buddha shining.

The mountain is a real demon, and the Book of Changes is a false Buddha!

The monks and common people who were chanting scriptures and kneeling beside them saw the golden lotus throne soaring into the sky. They were horrified at first and then turned into madness.

The golden lotus flew to the sky above the Daxiong Palace, Zhou Yi looked down, and saw the Buddhist treasure that was swallowing people's energy.

"Bold and monstrous, the poor monk saw that you are a devil at a glance, and you still haven't revealed your true colors to me!"

Under the blessing of the secret method, the sound was like thunder and furious, and it was heard for dozens of miles.

The believers who were immersed in the illusion suddenly woke up and felt their limbs were limp and limp. They fell to the ground with a plop, as if they had been celebrating for ten and a half months in a row.

at the same time.

Looking up, he saw a giant golden palm covering the sky and covering the sun, falling from the sky, smashing the Zhangliu Golden Buddha into pieces.

hiss!

The Buddha treasure screamed like a wild animal, and it was difficult to maintain the illusion of Buddha light.

The black and red entangled evil spirit erupted, mixed with countless evil spirits and ghosts, and pieced together into a hideous and terrifying grimace, trying to resist the giant golden palm.

"Small tricks, how dare you use an axe, the mighty Tianlong..."

Sensing the explosive power of the Buddha treasure, Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief. It was barely equivalent to a casual blow from the Jindan Zhenjun, and he couldn't even break through his own body-protecting spells.

The golden giant palm pinched the magic formula, transformed into a hundred-foot-long golden dragon, and opened its mouth to swallow the terrifying grimace into its belly.

No world-shattering war broke out, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If the Buddha and demons are evenly matched, all the aftermath will be wiped out.

The mountain wind blew past, and the evil spirit dissipated. If it weren't for the golden dragon hovering in the sky, what I saw just now seemed like a dream!

"Meet my Buddha!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

"..."

I don't know who started it, and the believers knelt down to pay homage, praying for the blessing of the real Buddha.

Only the main hall was silent, and the eminent monks who were most devout to Buddha were all stunned and horrified.

How could there be Jindan Zhenjun in the world!

The eminent monks in the temples are as powerful as the emperor, enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world. They have long since disbelieved that there is a Buddha in the world, let alone karma. That is just a means to enslave the people.

Zhou Yi descended to escape light, grew lotuses step by step, entered the Daxiong Palace, and said coldly.

"You have all turned into demons, and sacrificed blood to Buddhist disciples through the Dharma meeting. When the Buddha learned about this, he sent the poor monk down to earth and sent you to the 18th floor of hell!"

"You are the devil, you are the incarnation of Bo Xun, you mess with my Buddhism!"

The energy and blood in Benkong's dantian erupted, the bones and muscles all over his body crackled like firecrackers, and his thin body swelled like a gas-filled giant.

"Brassing the Buddha, you should be punished!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were downcast, with Tianxian in his mouth, the astonishingly powerful Ben Kong was ignited with flames all over his body, and burned to black ashes before he even made a scream.

A remnant soul fell into Zhou Yi's hands, and he immediately used the method of searching for souls, and all the secrets of Wanfo Temple were known.

Pu Ji was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead, how dare he question the real Buddha and the fake Buddha, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Meet my Buddha."

The rest of the eminent monks suddenly came to their senses, and quickly knelt down and vowed to join Zhou Yi's command.

With such a strong man as a backer, Buddhism will inevitably become the master of Jiuzhou. It doesn't matter whether it is a Buddha or a demon.

In this world, the strong are always respected!

"If you blaspheme the Buddha, you will be punished!"

Zhou Yi learned from the remnant soul that all the monks in the temple supported the blood sacrifice, and even presided over the blood sacrifice ceremony

"Senior, you need us to control..."

Before Pu Ji finished speaking, the spiritual fire was born from the heart, first burning the internal organs, and then burning the muscles, bones and skin, and the sins of the whole body were turned into fly ash.

Zhou Yi didn't have any thoughts about the power of Fozhou, and captured strands of remnants of souls. After searching for souls, he learned the secrets of the temples and the monks involved in the blood sacrifice.

"What a Buddhist eminent monk, no one is clean!"