Chapter 672 The show is on
Huazhou, Nanming Sand Sea.
As the blood rain became heavier, the chanting of the eighteen monks became louder and louder. Glaze was spread, white lotus was everywhere, Zen sounds were heard, and the nose was full of quiet sandalwood.
There are countless thousands of mantra seals connected to each other, emitting a slightly darker Buddha light. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the relic in the air. Even for people who do not have Buddha nature, Looking at the relic, some Zen wisdom will arise in my heart.
What is even more strange is that in this evil atmosphere filled with blood and rain, this round of Buddha's light is not unexpected, and the two are harmonious as if they are one body.
At the border of Huazhou, Yu Weizi looked at the old man opposite with dark eyes, and said solemnly: "Buddhism is not the most important thing about compassion, how can an ant still live an ignoble life?"
"How to face it? The hundreds of millions of people in Huazhou can be killed so quickly and swiftly."
I saw the old monk clasping his hands and saying: "The demon sect is doing evil and Huazhou is in ruins. This is a destiny. Everything has cause and effect, but our Buddha is compassionate and cannot bear to see all sentient beings perish, so we send our lifelong souls to the next life to ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss."
Yu Weizi heard the great news. The monk's sophistry was so angrily that he laughed and said sarcastically: "You Buddhists are like this all the time. They talk about the truth and have lotus blossoms on their lips, but none of their great wishes have been implemented. They only know how to fool believers with words of blessing and reward, and are in conflict with others." What's the difference between evil gods and adultery?"
After hearing this, the old monk not only did not get angry, but remained as calm as ever: "The paradise of bliss is in the west, and anyone who is sincere to the Buddha can go there. Able to fool.”
Yu Weizi snorted coldly and said: "The so-called sincerity of the old monk, I don't know how many monks there can be. If I send you to die here, can you go?"
Unexpectedly, the old monk shook his head honestly: "The poor monk's practice is still shallow and his enlightenment is not enough. It is difficult for him to enter the Paradise of Paradise."
Since Taoist ancestors established the laws of heaven and man, Buddhist disciples have entered the Paradise of Paradise. It is just like a Taoist cultivator ascending to heaven, even more difficult.
“Even if the great Buddhist Arhat has no chance to meet the world of bliss, how many people in this world can get the blessings they wish for?”
“Bliss is the cause, not the result. If the heart is sincere, the Buddha will come. My heart is Returning home is bliss.”
Yu Weizi didn't want to waste any more words with him, so he held the Taoist secrets with his hands and said coldly: "Then the old Taoist wants to see how sincere your Buddha heart is."
"I would like to learn from the donor's clever tricks .”
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Over Dayan.
Sang Chan is still presiding over the ritual. After the blood rain falls, it does not mean that the blood sacrifice is over, but it means that it has just begun.
If you want to wait until Jiuyou's consciousness is completely awakened, it will take some time.
Only by allowing Jiuyou in this state to eat sacrifices, will he lower his power, transform the earthly fairy world, and even directly destroy this realm.
If he was just ignorant of consciousness, how could he remember who gave him the extra meal in his sleep?
The reason why Sang Chan had to go to great lengths to include almost all the souls that could possibly act in the Earthly Immortal World, without leaving out any one, was for the gift of Jiuyou after the blood sacrifice.
Since the sky fell and the two demon kings were killed by the golden dragon, Sang Chan has been planning this.
Huazhou is adjacent to northern Xinjiang and is home to the Ksitigarbha Dojo, which is closely related to Jiuyou. The Demonic Way has long wanted to do something here, but it is difficult for the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to be a Buddhist heritage after all, and it is difficult to start with the Demonic Way alone.
But Buddhism is not stupid. The great demonic tribulation is approaching. Even if you are damaged, you cannot support the demonic sect, lest it soar into the sky and become out of control.
However, the failure of the two demon kings in encircling and suppressing the Golden Jiaojian gave the two sects of demons and Buddhas an opportunity to cooperate.
Thus, in the past hundred years, the two religions have allowed Sanxian Island to expand uncontrollably, and Duobao Pavilion has developed the Sea of Chaos. They have ignored everything outside the window and only focused on their own three-acre land.
For this moment!
"Even if one or two true immortals sneak into this place, it won't be a problem. I can handle it." Seeing that the blood sacrifice ceremony was about to end, even Sang Chan was a little nervous.
For presiding over such a grand sacrifice, Jiuyou's personal reward will definitely be no less, and his path to the Demon Lord may be here.
Breaking through the barriers of cultivation through blood sacrifice can also be regarded as a traditional skill of demon monks. This is a quick method, just like the great aspirations of Buddhism and the fasting ceremony of Taoism.
In the past, Jiuyuan of Jiuyou Dao wanted to sacrifice the lucky son of the three religions to break through the demon king in one fell swoop.
It's a pity that the little fox carrying the golden dragon scissors disturbed him. Not only was he seriously injured, but the inheritance guide from the Four Spirit World was also snatched away by Tang Yuan and turned into You can directly enter the prototype of Dao Lord's Dao Fruit.
He plays the role of a funny gift giver very well. But this time Sang Chan was even more crazy and wanted to sacrifice the blood of a whole state.
But I have to say that his plan is more detailed and reliable than Jiuyuan.
Jiuyuan used two magnificent women as bait to attract heroes from all over the world, but his trump card was only the two souls of Miaoyin Pavilion and Su Nu Dao.
Even if the golden dragon can't take action, it will be difficult to succeed only with the protection methods of those Taoist geniuses.
In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a cunning plan.
But this time it was different. Sang Chan saw an opportunity to unite with Buddhism. The two religions united and surpassed Taoism in terms of hard power.
Win the battle with integrity and worry about defeat.
"Yuanshen, Lingbao, everyone, every statue, I have taken it into consideration. Even if there are some flaws, they are still human immortals with less than three declines and are not worth mentioning." Sang Chan said over and over again. Compare it with the spirit of the earthly immortal world in your mind to make sure you haven't missed anything.
Even if there are Yuanshen sneaking into Huazhou, they need to at least take action against themselves and the Buddhist sect of Dachu at the same time. Only by destroying the rituals of both parties at the same time can the Ksitigarbha Dojo be prevented from appearing.
Without two Yuan Shen monks who are above Earth Immortal, it is impossible to complete such a task, let alone in a hurry. Even if the Taoist sect is given time to gather, it is difficult to accomplish it.
After Sang Chan thought about it again and again, she felt that this wave should be stable. The Taoist sect rushed to respond and had no ability to mobilize so many great monks.
"Besides, the Blood Rain Domain has been established. Not only will the magical powers and spells of the heretic monks be suppressed by Yiying, but their every move will also be under the control of this deity. There will be no more accidents. ”
The reason why Sang Chan is most afraid of the unknown Taoist is because this blood rain forbidden magical power and the ability to defile magic have the least impact on the pure swordsmanship and the martial arts of heaven and man.
Sang Chan flashed through countless possibilities and rehearsed them in his mind, and then eliminated them one by one. The closer he was to the moment of success, the calmer he became.
In the Imperial City of Dachu.
The blood rain has broken through the protective treasures of many monks. Even the Lord of the Yang God, faced with such a powerful force, can only watch his soul dissolve into the blood rain bit by bit. .
Xu Zhi, who is still in the small world, is okay, but Yan Zhilan, Guo Sangsang and others can't hold on. Fortunately, at the last moment, Chu Lingran seems to have persuaded Chu Wang, teleported them and Xu Zhi's fake body out of the formation, and protected them with a blood card.
When he came out, King Chu gave Xu Zhi a thoughtful look and said in his heart: "If it weren't for you this time, the Shengzong's plan might not be so simple."
Sacrificing the luck of the country is the second option. If the capture of those flesh insect souls fails, the luck of hundreds of countries in China will be sacrificed.
Not only Dachu and Dayan, but also other dynasties attacked by the demonic way, their national fortunes are also under the control of the northern border demonic way.
However, the fate of the country is of great importance, so the momentum is naturally not small, and it is likely to alert the snake.
So when there were no problems with the first plan, he became the deputy driver who misled Daomen spies.
Xu Zhi thought she was hiding well, but in fact, she was already exposed when she first entered Huazhou.
The King of Chu used himself as bait to control the attention of Xu Zhi and Daomen on Da Chu.
Facing the gaze of King Chu and the concern on Chu Lengran's face, Xu Zhi did not respond, but tortured Tang Yuan crazily in her heart.
"Master, are you reliable? If you don't come back, my disciple will die."
At the same time, the scriptures of the monks outside the city also I've read it to the end.
The souls eroded by the blood rain gathered overwhelmingly next to the relic. Under the light of the Buddha, many ghosts swam towards a looming world.
Just by taking a cursory look, I felt that the world spanned hundreds of millions of kalpas and was located at the bottom of the netherworld. I could vaguely see a monk sitting on a thousand-leaf green lotus, holding a pearl in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand. His face is sad and shows great compassion.
"Be patient and motionless like the earth, meditate as deeply as a secret..."
Before the last verse was read, he was interrupted by a cold voice.
“Do you think Ksitigarbha knows what you are doing?”