Suzaku

Bodhisattva Man

Seeing Ye Xiangseng walking up to Meiling devoutly, Yi Tianxing, who was leaning on the golden stick and standing miserably, suddenly sank in his heart. Many things that he couldn’t figure out suddenly became clear at this moment.

But at this time, it is not the time to hold a debate and find out the truth of the matter.

The bloody and powerful Buddha is still standing on the top of Meiling, and the ground is full of immobile people, waiting to be empowered by Meiling Masheng and build the position of Arhat. And the three red lines on the milky white Buddha’s thumb have almost faded to the point of being invisible.

The old monk Meiling hides in the Buddha, and Yi Tianxing can’t think of a way to get him out.

Ye Xiangseng walked to his side, raised his head slightly, looked at the big blood-colored Buddha in the sky, and said softly, “Master, what is the purpose of becoming a Buddha?”

In the depths of the blood Buddha,There is a hidden voice.

“Create a unique existence, save the suffering people, and create a pure land.”

Ye Xiangseng frowned, raised his head with a bitter face and said, “If you don’t save yourself, how can you save others?”

As soon as the blood Buddha’s light flashed, thousands of red lights sprinkled on Meiling indistinctly.

Feeling the extremely strong wind in front of him, Yi Tianxing snorted, inserted the golden stick into the soil, stabilized his figure, reached behind him, and grabbed Ye Xiang, a guy who was not afraid of death.

He reached out but didn’t grab Ye Xiangseng’s hand.

Ye Xiangseng slowly sat down on the ground, and slowly spread out the five fingers of his left hand. The soft green light between the fingers moistened the heart, like a green lotus that is about to bloom. The back of the finger is like a sharp sword.

With Qinglian’s sword and hands gradually coming out, the Bodhisattva statue behind him gradually became clear. With a slight shake, the statue soared into the sky, and its figure became extremely huge, sitting quietly in the night sky above Meiling.

The Bodhisattva statue is shining with light, looking extremely soft and beautiful, facing the blood Buddha full of evil spirit and blood.

Two extremely huge treasure statues are facing each other.

The peaks of Meiling seemed to have become dwarfed at this time, turning into small mounds under the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

In the blood Buddha’s light, there are non-stop Buddhist verses, the voice is loud, stirring between the heaven and the earth, beating on the hearts of the two.

Ye Xiangseng sat cross-legged on the soil, his eyes closed tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched non-stop, as if he was enduring great pain. He muttered something in his lips. Yi Tianxing held his chest, bowed his head and listened silently, and could barely distinguish It comes out a few passages from the Diamond Sutra.

The Bodhisattva statue behind him is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. The green lotus in his left hand is sometimes in full bloom and sometimes withering.

But the Blood Buddha opposite them was radiant, with blood aura soaring to the sky, and the hostility pierced through the surrounding space. The skin on the faces of the two of them wrinkled under the strong pressure.

Yi Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the blood Buddha above the sky, and knew that Ye Xiangseng and the old monk Meiling were fighting on the spiritual level, and it seemed useless for him to add another hand at this time.

The golden stick hit the ground lightly, using the strength to retreat, he floated lightly to Ye Xiangseng’s side, chanting the Three Flavors Sutra of Zen Meditation that he had learned the most, cleared all the fire energy in his body into real energy, and poured it into Ye Xiangseng’s body.

Ye Xiangseng’s body is more fragile than that of the old monk Meiling, and the competition of mental power hurts the body.

Ye Xiangseng’s ears were already bleeding gradually, but Yi Tianxing slapped him on the shoulder, and his body stabilized.

He smiled slightly, and said in his mouth: “It seems that the other party is very strong.”

Yi Tianxing had no expression on his face, and put his hands on his shoulders: “You know that the other party is very strong, but you still come to die. If you wake up, I welcome you to help me fight at any time, but you are just a half-toned bastard now.” Suddenly woke up and scolded: “At this time, you still have time to chat with Lao Tzu”

Ye Xiangseng smiled brightly, but he didn’t look at the Blood Buddha at all. The blood from his ears flowed to his jaw and gradually condensed him. With nine fingers together, he chanted Buddhist scriptures and looked towards the Blood Buddha. .

The Bodhisattva statue behind him changed again

I saw the night wind blowing, Ye Xiangseng’s cassock was slightly brushed, and he wanted to get rid of the dust. The top of the Bodhisattva’s head behind him gradually had golden dots, and after a while, it gradually turned into a golden crown with five buns, and the Bodhisattva’s cheeks gradually became round. Like gradually shrinking into a child shape

“The five buns are the five wisdoms, and the last wisdom is the wisdom of accomplishment”

Ye Xiangseng said naively: “The bodhisattva is in the shape of a child, with a child’s heart, and the wisdom of prajna is spotless, so where is it stained with blood?”

With these words, the petals of the green lotus held in the left hand of the Bodhisattva statue bloomed, and the blue light burst forth, and the Prajna Sutra appeared on the flower. But no, it is flat.

Then, Ye Xiangseng lowered his head slightly, flicked the tip of his tongue, and burst out a number: “cut off all ignorance and troubles”

The Bodhisattva statue behind him rose slowly into the sky following this word. The boy’s face showed determination, and the vajra sword held in his right hand was shining brightly. On top of that gigantic blood Buddha

loud click

A black mist suddenly appeared on the top of the Blood Buddha, curling up. The Buddha finger relic in the center of the Blood Buddha’s eyebrows was originally suspended in the air, but at this moment, it was struck by the lightning and it was about to fall, and the light of the Blood Buddha gradually dimmed.

“The Vajra Sword can cut down demons.”

Yi Tianxing didn’t open his eyes, but his spiritual sense saw the scene clearly, and he was delighted, but found that the shoulders of Ye Xiangseng under his palm trembled sharply, and the true energy in the monk’s body was drained in an instant

“Hold”

Yi Tianxing knew that Ye Xiangseng had exerted all his strength this time, and he reached the place where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. With a muffled snort, he took his palms off his shoulders, kicked his toes on the ground, and his whole body turned into a red dragon, gradually dimming He had to drag the old monk Meiling for a while, so that Ye Xiangseng had time to recover his magical powers.

He swung his right hand, and the golden stick suddenly flattened, turning into an extremely sharp golden blade. He killed the blood Buddha in an instant, and felt that the pressure of the blood Buddha was much weaker than before, but he was too late to rejoice, and the knife was thrown at the blood Buddha. Beside him, there were several swishing sounds, and the blood-colored Buddha’s light was chopped up.Come.

The Buddha’s light was like a man’s clothes, and the bark of the tree was sliced ​​off piece by piece by his incomparably arrogant knife skills, and fell into the night.

The golden knife cut off the Buddha’s clothes, like a howling golden dragon, swimming around the blood Buddha’s body.

I don’t know how long it took to cut it, but the surface of the knife was also stained with a layer of red, the pure meaning disappeared, and the hostility gradually emerged.

Yi Tianxing felt a little bored in his heart, shouted violently, and the golden knife rose rapidly, turning into a knife light that could separate the world, and slashed fiercely at the top of the blood Buddha’s head

In this battle, Yi Tianxing was the most unlucky one. Whenever he made a move, it was always when the old monk Meiling was the strongest.

Ye Xiangseng struck the blood Buddha’s head with a sword like lightning. His golden sword was like a dragon, but he was blocked by the old monk from Meiling who had just recovered.

The old monk Meiling didn’t move his fingers, didn’t move, he just glanced at the golden knife with his eyes like lightning.

The blood Buddha’s eyes opened again at this time, the Buddha’s eyes were like prisons, and the golden knife was instantly frozen.

The powerful anti-shock force surged into Yi Tianxing’s heart again, and his knife hit his heart again.

Yi Tianxing snorted, and was shaken down from the sky like a rock, and fell miserably beside Ye Xiangseng, playing a trick of dog eating mud.

Ye Xiangseng was affected by Yu Jin, and spit out blood with a puff.

Yi Tianxing’s body was solid, so there was nothing wrong with him, instead he supported Ye Xiangseng, panting, “Can you beat me?”

Ye Xiangseng waved his hands weakly and said, “Let me take a rest.”

These senior brothers are really a wonderful couple in the world, they can still talk and laugh at this critical situation, it’s not intentional, but there is a little fear in their hearts, instead they want to pretend not to care.

But the old monk Meiling would not give these two people time to rest.

The Blood Buddha radiated blood light again, and between the Buddha’s brows, the old monk of Meiling said quietly: “It turns out that the Bodhisattva is nothing more than this, I am very disappointed.”

Yi Tianxing knocked the golden knife on the ground with a bang, and scolded like a rascal: “I’m disappointed, you ass!”

He was very anxious, the Buddha finger relic was about to melt, and the arhats were about to finish playing

Sensing the changes in the Blood Buddha, Ye Xiangseng’s expression became more worried. His relationship with the arhats on Mount Sumeru was naturally not comparable to others, and the anxiety in his heart was even stronger.

Reluctantly sitting cross-legged on the ground, he clasped his hands together, chanting scriptures non-stop, and the incomparably pure Buddha’s breath was slowly delivered to the Blood Buddha.

Ye Xiangseng was a Bodhisattva in his previous life, and in this life he is a Buddhist son who became a monk since childhood. His devotion to Buddha is stronger than that of Yi Tianxing, but because of this, he will not be easily attracted by the blood Buddha like Yi Tianxing photo.

The Buddha in Ye Xiangseng’s heart should not be like that on Meiling.

So he doesn’t believe it, so he can make a move.

He clasped his hands together, and the Bodhisattva statue behind him struck out, and the vajra sword in his right hand, if there was nothing, struck out with the force of thunder. The hilt of the sword is in the Taoist temple, but the tip of the sword suddenly appears above the head of the Blood Buddha above the sky.

There were several sharp bangs, and the lightning continued, hitting the top of the Blood Buddha’s head.

The blood Buddha’s color faded, but the old monk of Meiling’s hostile laughter came from the blood Buddha’s eyebrows: “The time has come.”

When the words fell, the Buddha finger relic in the center of Blood Buddha’s eyebrows shone brightly, enveloping the entire Blood Buddha in an instant. This light is neither golden, nor red, nor yellow, nor white. I can’t tell what color it is, but it is pure and soft, and the power of tolerance is looming.

The blood Buddhist scriptures were coated with this soft light, and the hostility disappeared in an instant.

A magnificent Buddha appeared in the sky above Meiling.

The big Buddha’s sandalwood mouth opened lightly, and whispered to the two people on the ground: “Worship me.”

Those four words were very gentle, but they hit the hearts of Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng like a heavy hammer.

The Bodhisattva statue behind Ye Xiangseng was originally azure blue, but now it looked a little pale under the light of the Buddha, and it was originally an innocent Bodhisattva child’s face, but now it showed a bit of sadness.

Yi Tianxing only felt the pressure coming, and as soon as his body softened, he wanted to bow down to the big Buddha, but his innate arrogance made him stabilize his figure, shouted angrily, and barely stood in front of the Buddha’s light with the golden knife middle.

Ye Xiangseng showed compassion on his face, but blood flowed from his facial features, and in the blood, his eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of enlightenment.

The restriction on the three bloodlines of the Buddha finger relic has faded, and the old monk Meiling felt the great freedom from every corner of his body, and suddenly felt floating and indistinct, as if he wanted to ride the wind and go away lightly. Embrace this troubled world.

“This is the feeling of Buddha”

The old monk in Meiling was suddenly a little confused, the feeling of freedom made him suddenly feel a little overwhelmed, and made him a little tired. He suddenly felt that it was necessary to wait for this moment after he had stayed at Meiling for five hundred years. Looking at Yi Tianxing and Ye Xiangseng who looked like two small black dots on the ground, he suddenly didn’t want to pay attention to these two people.

He didn’t want to bring these two “people” to play, and he had a faint feeling that something was wrong. So he softly proclaimed the Buddha’s name, and then slowly pressed his skinny palms to the ground, and the relics of the Buddha’s fingers shone brightly with his slight movement.

The Buddha statue outside his body also moved with this movement, and the palm of the big Buddha was shining, and he firmly and persistently pressed down on the ground.

Where the Buddha’s palm was about to reach, the clouds scattered and the air escaped, and there was a loud tearing sound.

It’s windy, bigTrees fell, houses collapsed, small landslides collapsed, streams scattered, and birds and beasts ran.

Seeing the huge Buddha’s palm pressing towards the top of his head, Yi Tianxing glanced at Ye Xiangseng who was in deep thought from the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips, making up his mind. Sitting in the body through the three flavors of meditation, he gently grasped the sparrow’s tail with his right hand, and posed in a Tai Chi posture. Suddenly, a figure that was growing from nothing appeared around him.

It is the three sets and seven stars fighting method, and he urged it with Buddhism, which is really unreasonable.

The figure he forced out flicked his right hand, and after the bird’s tail appeared, his five fingers quickly closed together and turned into a palm.

“superior”

Yi Tianxing’s body trembled slightly, and he raised his palm to face the sky, with a faint Buddha’s breath exuding from the edge of his palm, which was the mahamudra learned from Ye Xiangseng.

His palm is extremely weak, compared with the Buddha’s palm that fell from the sky by the old monk Meiling, it is like candlelight to the sun, mosquitoes and flies to goshawks.

But he still chose to strike out. At this moment, even if he wanted to escape, Ye Xiangseng seemed unable to escape.

Yi Tianxing slapped out, and the figure around him who was getting bigger and bigger also slapped out.

A “small palm” glowing with golden light gently patted on the palm of the Buddha’s palm that descended from the sky, like a mosquito crashed to death on the surface of the alien mothership in Independence Day.

Not even a spark was stirred.

There is a second palm.

The phantom around Yi Tianxing’s body is about ten meters high, and this phantom still has some power with his palm.

But when it touched the slowly lowering Buddha’s palm, it was still destroyed silently.

Yi Tianxing has one last palm.

The golden knife that had been standing still in the air on the edge of his right palm changed back to the most primitive round stick shape with a slamming sound. Following Yi Tianxing’s palm out, chichi broke the wind, and moved towards the Buddha who was about to be crushed on top of the two of them. fly away

The flying distance was extremely short, and in this extremely short distance, the front end of the golden stick suddenly became thicker and flattened, turning into a ball of molten gold, and a huge golden palm suddenly appeared, which suddenly met the Buddha’s palm match.

There was a loud bang.

The downward pressure of the Buddha’s palm is slightly hindered.

But Yi Tianxing, who was clinging to the other slender end of the golden rod, turned his eyes white, and was almost knocked unconscious, his whole body was buried in the soil.

He shook his head violently to wake himself up, and with a thought, a golden light flashed, turning the end of the golden rod into a big “bump” and buried it deep in the soil.

He no longer exerted force, and the golden hoop turned into a “golden dumbbell” with very thick ends and a very thin middle.

The mighty Buddha’s palm pressed down on the other end, and the deep and bottomless earth supported the end.

In the middle is the thin body of the gold rod.

The body of the stick trembled and creaked, as if it might break at any moment.

But it is worthy of being an ancient artifact, and it is still barely supported between Fowei and Houtu.

While wiping his nosebleed, Yi Tianxing yelled, “Ye Xiang, run away!”

As soon as he hugged Ye Xiangseng, he was ready to run away, even if he threw the golden stick in Meiling, there was nothing he could do.

With a bang, the golden stick would naturally not break, but it was pressed into the soil by the Buddha’s palm.

The earth shook, and Yi Tianxing, who was about to run away with Ye Xiangseng in his arms, fell, put his arm around Ye Xiangseng’s waist, and fell to the ground. Ye Xiangseng was half lying in his arms with his face covered in blood.

The two looked at the Buddha’s palm that was getting closer and closer to the top of their heads, and they were stunned for a while, but they forgot how ambiguous their postures were at this time.

Yi Tianxing only had time to explain: “It’s okay, the ground is quite soft, I will protect you, and I won’t crush us to death.”

Ye Xiangseng’s black pupils had a strange color, and he clasped his palms together, as if there was some strange force in his palms that was preventing his palms from touching.

With this movement, the huge Buddha’s palm, which was only about one meter above their heads, stopped like this, and it was difficult to advance by an inch.

Just like that, as if time had stopped, the Buddha’s palm covering the sky and the earth stopped above the heads of the two of them.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yi Tianxing straightened up stupidly, and subconsciously reached out to touch the Buddha’s palm on the top of his head.

The Buddha’s palm has no substance, just a soft spot of light.

As soon as Yi Tianxing’s hand touched the Buddha’s palm, the Buddha’s palm turned into light spots all over the sky with a snort and disappeared without a trace.

Yi Tianxing was even more stupid.

High above the sky, deep within the giant Buddha, came the frantic voice of the old monk Meiling: “How is this?”

No one can answer him.

Ye Xiangseng closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures non-stop. One after another, pure and incomparable breaths of the Buddha emanated from his body. The bodhisattva statue that had turned white regained its spirit, the lotus bloomed again, and the sword sharpened.

“The Tathagata is the same as movement and stillness.”

Ye Xiangseng said, slowly opened his eyes, there was no negative emotion in the black pupils, it was all admiration.

His hands finally broke free from the shackles of that force and joined together.

His facial features were still bleeding continuously, and the middle finger of his right hand, which was injured in Hong Kong, was also oozing blood from the coercion.

With both palms together, there are only nine fingers, and there is blood between the fingers.

There seems to be a vacancy, something seems to be missing.

“It’s impossible,” the old monk Meiling in the center of the big Buddha’s eyebrows stared at the rapidly spinning Buddha finger relics, his eyes were bloodshot, and growled in a low voice.

Yi Tianxing was silent, he didn’t play a few sentences of foreign language like in Wenshu Monastery, but he was full of words.Looking worriedly at Ye Xiangseng who kept chanting sutras.

The night wind gradually subsided, the big tree was peaceful, and the ants under the turned-out tree roots no longer ran away in a hurry, and began to look for a new home.

“You want me to worship you, so I will.”

Ye Xiangseng paid respects and tithes to the Buddha statue transformed by the old monk in Meiling.

The person who worshiped was the statue of the old monk in Meiling, but the one who received this worship was the relic in the eyebrow of the Buddha.

Relic seems to be induced by something, and the momentum of rotation is even more urgent.

The old monk Meiling faintly realized that he had been looking forward to so many years of painstaking practice, so he wanted to follow the rotation of this phalanx, turning farther and farther away from himself. Finally, his unmoving Buddha heart couldn’t support it, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. That finger bone.

As soon as the Buddha’s heart moves, the phalanx will respond.

With a snort.

The Buddha finger relics in the center of the eyebrows of the Buddha suddenly disappeared without a trace

Yi Tianxing snorted, fell to the ground, and ate another mouthful of mud.

The strong wind came from nowhere, and when he got up, he saw Ye Xiangseng was staring at his palm carefully, his expression was very much like a newlywed with yellow decals on the mirror.

Ye Xiangseng’s right hand has no abnormal shape, it is still the same as ordinary people, with five fingers.

Five fingers Yi Tianxing widened his eyes to look at Ye Xiang’s right hand, and suddenly found that he was missing a finger, but at this time he had a new finger, and there was a gap in the middle finger that was originally a gap. The white and slender fingers are snuggling closely with the rest of the fingers

buddha finger

buddha finger

The Buddha in the night sky suddenly dimmed, revealing the frail face of the old monk in Meiling.

“poke him”

Yi Tianxing was overjoyed, opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth, and yelled at Ye Xiangseng.

Ye Xiangseng’s expression was a little inexplicable, as if he didn’t really understand what happened to him.

“how to poke”

Yi Tianxing laughed wildly, realized something in his heart, raised a middle finger extremely arrogantly, and made a very bad gesture to the old monk Meiling floating in the night sky.

Ye Xiangseng smiled bitterly, and did as he said.

He curled up four fingers, keeping the middle finger proudly facing the sky and facing the Buddha.

The middle finger suddenly shone, like a round of sun in the dark night, illuminating the entire Meiling.

Buzz buzz boom The sound of countless continuous forces rubbing and colliding resounded through the sky and the earth.

In the night sky, under the light of this light, the Buddha disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared in this world.

Only the old monk in Meiling with a gloomy face was left floating in the night.

“Namowo Buddha.”

Ye Xiangseng smiled, and the middle finger of his right hand glowed softly.

It was too late, but soon after that, after the real body of the old monk in Meiling appeared from the Buddha statue, two figures rushed up from the front and back of Meiling Mountain, both of them carried the supreme power, and suddenly rushed to the sky After rushing, in a short while, he came to the old monk in Meiling.

One person held a golden stick to strike horizontally, and the other used the immortal formula to strike hard.

Puff A series of loud noises resounded above the night sky, and the strength rushed to the ground. The night scene of Meiling, which was troubled by disasters, suffered another catastrophe, and countless trees were blown down by the strong wind. After the loud noise, the three figures groaned at the same time. , slumped down.

The first one to get up was that guy, Chen Shuping. He looked at the dying old monk Meiling on the ground with a sinister smile, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and cursed: “I call you Yin!”

The second one to get up was Yi Tianxing. He gave Chen Shuping a blank look, and walked carefully to the old monk Meiling.

The old monk Meiling was dying, a little black blood overflowed from all over his body.

Yi Tianxing looked at him with narrowed eyes, holding the golden cudgel tightly in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Ye Xiangseng also came here dragging his seriously injured body. He looked at the old monk in Meiling and said with a tithe: “Go.”

The old monk in Meiling suddenly turned calm, and said with a gentle smile: “Why can’t the blood race?”

Ye Xiangseng thought for a while and said: “The blood clan can, but the old monk Meiling can’t.”

The old monk of Meiling Yiheshi, his complexion was pale, and at this moment he could finally see traces of the handsome blood prince five hundred years ago on his old cheeks. He smiled and said: “The meaning of the Bodhisattva is that the crime of blood-sucking can be redeemed. It is because sucking blood is their need for survival, and the old monk Meiling devouring the Buddha’s nature is a sin that cannot be redeemed, because it is his desire, even though this desire is based on a good wish.”

He lowered his head, raised his head, and said softly: “Perhaps you are right, Bodhisattva.”

Suddenly there was a swish behind him, and two huge and black wings were displayed. The wings were overgrown with black down, which looked extremely luxurious, and they were as smooth as satin under the moonlight.

There was light mixed with darkness, and an aura of mercy mixed with blood filled Meiling Peak.

Uncle Chen’s expression changed and he took a step back.

Yi Tianxing’s eyes turned cold, and he pulled Ye Xiangseng behind him to protect him.

Ye Xiangseng flashed out from behind him, looked at the old monk in Meiling who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said softly with compassion on his face: “It’s good, in the next life, I will cultivate from the beginning, turn to the right path from the wrong path, how can I not become a Buddha?”

The old monk in Meiling sat cross-legged on the ground, his pair of black wings that looked like they came from hell swayed gently, as if he was enjoying the last night wind in Meiling.

He suddenly opened his mouth, a stream of bloodIt sprayed out from his lips, making his speech slurred, making it hard to hear what he said.

He then bowed slightly to Ye Xiangseng and said: “Bodhisattvas are the masters of all Buddhas. When you are about to leave, it is considered a blessing to be enlightened by the Bodhisattva.”

As soon as the words fell, the old monk Meiling’s eyes turned blood red, and he suddenly howled to the sky. The howling sound lasted for a long time, making everyone want to cover their ears.

Howling soared to the sky, piercing the bright moon, as if unwilling, relieved, and resentful.

The howling gradually weakened and became inaudible.

The sound of the Buddha’s gatha came from Ye Xiangseng’s lips, and from all directions above Meiling.

The masterpiece of Buddha’s light, in the light and shadow, countless Buddha natures rise up in the sky, hanging in the night sky, or compassion, or perseverance, or detachment, all kinds of emotions are mixed with those light spots of Buddha nature, and the brilliance of the starry sky Take it away.

The arhats bowed their heads and saluted Ye Xiang and Yi Tian in the night sky. These arhats had different faces, thin or plump, handsome or old and weak. What family was reborn in the world, and who will be in the future.

The Buddha nature scattered in the night sky, leaving a silence in the sky, and Ye Xiangseng and Yi Tianxing waved sincerely.

Even Chen Shuping, who is as cruel as Chen Shuping, bowed his head slightly to show respect, although the Buddha nature of these arhats may be his hunting targets after reincarnation in the future.

Another point of light gradually rose up, as if it didn’t know where it was going, and it swayed lightly on the top of Meiling, looking a little nostalgic.

The light spots gradually condensed, and the three people on Meiling clearly saw that this arhat’s Buddha nature was different from the previous ones, and a pair of pale golden wings appeared behind him, which looked extremely gorgeous.

Ye Xiangseng sighed in admiration and bowed to the Buddha nature.

The arhat seemed to understand something, he also saluted, turned into a shooting star and fled, reincarnated himself.

“One less Buddha in the world, but one more Arhat in the sky, it should be a good thing.”

Yi Tianxing set up the awning with his hands, watched the light spot drift away, and subconsciously sighed.

The predecessor Su Ge had a saying about Bodhisattva:

Qiao Nanjiang light red plum is small. Xiaomeihong is shallow in the south of the Yangtze River. Peep at me to Shuli. Li Shu peeped at me. The old man will be there soon. When you arrive, you will be old. Parting and cherishing the remnants. Zhi Can regret parting. :