Chapter 1169 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (44)
He has long eyebrows and drooping ears. He is wearing cloud clothes and has a huge figure!
Twelve golden Buddhas rose from the ground and sat cross-legged around the Poxu Palace!
Putting their hands together, chanting Sanskrit sounds in their mouths, accompanied by thick clouds and billowing waves, the twelve golden Buddhas slowly opened their eyes, looked down at the figure kneeling on the ground, and each stretched out a giant palm, showing no mercy. The pressure was on Jun Qian's back.
The straight back bent down a little bit, as if it was carrying a huge weight.
The thirteenth golden Buddha in front of him spoke again.
"When you were born, it was for the six realms. Now if the six realms no longer exist, then there is no need for you to exist. So, you are still unwilling to quell the chaos in the six realms?"
The Golden Buddha cannot interfere in the affairs of the six realms.
Therefore, they created the Dharma Buddha to handle the laws and regulations of the six realms on behalf of the Thirteen Golden Buddhas.
Now that Dharma Buddha wants to reshuffle the six realms, the Thirteen Golden Buddhas can no longer sit firmly in the thirteenth heaven.
"It is your law and the Buddha's principle to bring order out of chaos."
"What is chaos and what is righteousness?"
"The devil is chaos, God is righteousness."
"How do we distinguish between gods and demons?"
"There is no need to distinguish, it is like this from birth, and it will be like this for all eternity. Gods come from heaven, and demons come from the underworld. If you violate the law, you need to set things right!"
If you are born like this, then is it like this?
Jun Qian lowered his eyes and said nothing, letting the golden thread strangle his ankle to bleed, and did not want to make any more noise.
It seems that he is determined to plunge the six realms into chaos. The Golden Buddha saw that the six realms had been slowly eroded by the ancient demons. In the past, he would not have exercised more control over them.
But Jun Qian didn't stop there, and even set up a chess game to resurrect the woman who shouldn't exist in this world.
He had been playing this game of chess for three million years.
Under the noses of the Thirteen Golden Buddhas, so many treasonous and unethical things were done!
Seeing that Jun Qian's face was still full of deathly silence, the Golden Buddha's face suddenly twisted, the clouds and mist rolled continuously, and the bell rang in anger.
"You actually used the hands of the Immortal Family to open the seal of the Sky Fire Pit!!"
They can feel everything in the lower world.
Separated by the distance of tens of millions of miles, what happened before and after was a little slow, so they needed a Dharma Buddha who could know everything in the six realms at any time to stabilize and control the six realms on their behalf.
I never expected that the Dharma Buddha created by the Thirteen Golden Buddhas was originally a golden body with a jade heart. It should never have a heart of betrayal. However, it was unimaginable that a golden Buddha and a jade heart actually gave birth to the seven emotions and six desires of the lower world. This lust is also As indestructible as gold and jade, he was able to plan for three million years under the noses of the thirteen golden Buddhas!
The thirteen golden Buddhas were furious.
"You are in vain for being a Dharma Buddha, with such a childish mentality!"
The next second, a dazzling golden light was faintly revealed on Jun Qian's body. It turned out that the golden bell imprisoned on his ankle had turned into a circle of golden threads, spreading along the skin towards all parts of the body, as if growing on Like blood vessels in the flesh, they are densely covered on the entire face along the slender and white neck!
Just like that, the golden thread twisted into Sanskrit and printed bursts of golden light, engraved on Jun Qian's body. As the Sanskrit sound above his head poured in, the skin and flesh all over his body began to ooze blood as if it was torn.
In the blink of an eye, the cold and unpretentious ancestor of Fafo turned into a bloody man. His pure white clothes were soaked with blood. His body was trembling slightly as he was pressed hard to the ground. The pain tore at the veins and bones. Jungan gritted his teeth. , his expression was as cold as ever.
(End of chapter)