Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 120 Borrowing the power of the spirit official to cheer
Jiang Xiaoliu was almost stunned, he only built the foundation by himself, how could He De attract the old monsters of Mahayana?
But it seems that this big Buddha is not for himself, but for Juehu, what kind of idea is it.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you are obsessed with obsession. This old monk will save you, so that you will not be too deep into the devil in the future, and cause harm to the world." The Buddha spoke, his voice reached people's hearts, and there was an inexplicable sense of conviction. It was not an absolute suppression of power, but It is a spiritual resonance, and he can take the initiative to accept the enlightenment of the Great Buddha. Since then, he has completely lost himself and become the most devout believer of the Great Buddha.

"Purdu Divine Light!"

The Buddha raised his hand and pointed, and a golden Buddha's light enveloped Juehu. This is the supreme supernatural power handed down from the ancient Buddha. Even demons and demon gods should immediately kneel down and convert to my Buddha when they see this light, and become the guardian of Buddhism. Divine beast, gold medalist.

Even the ghost kings of the Ten Palaces of Mang Mountain hidden thousands of miles away, the great powers of the Shangqing Palace, and countless other masters, even if they watched from afar, they still felt that the Buddha Dharma is vast and boundless, and their hearts were eager to move, as if they subconsciously believed that Changing the way to practice Buddhism seems to be a very comfortable and comfortable way, and it is extremely correct.

Many people with weak cultivation bases are already on the verge of collapse, and their hearts cannot resist the Purdue divine light displayed during the Mahayana period. The smoke cleared.

Jinhua Laodao was filled with righteous indignation: "Elder Taishang, this White Horse Temple is too much. This person is just an overseas Taoist friend. By chance, his epiphany led to catastrophe. As practitioners, we should take action to protect him. How can we do it?" It is too much to suppress, even destroy his mind, and make him a running dog of Buddhism, but it is a pity that the cultivation level of this disciple is too low, and he has more energy than energy, so please punish him."

The old Taoist known as the Supreme Sighed slightly: "I, Taoist Zhou, have retreated for thousands of years, and finally ushered in the revival of the aura of this great change in the world, but I saw that the branch of Taoism handed down by the ancient saints has declined so much. The supreme master of teaching is actually at the state of alchemy Dzogchen, you know that in ancient times, this kind of cultivation was nothing more than the accumulation of monsters, not even the outer sect, no, not even the qualifications of handyman."

These words made Daoist Hua blushed, but he could not refute him with a single word.

"The realm and geography of Buddhism are similar. In the age of the end of the Dharma, gods and Buddhas withered. This is God's will and the trend of the times. The White Horse Temple is the first temple where Western religion was introduced to China. It is the ancestral home of Buddhism in the world. Their Tai Only the Supreme Elder Puxian III Buddha will take the opportunity to search for talents to make a good supplement, so as to avoid no successors and no successors."

Taoist Zhou Tiandao, the Supreme Elder of the Shangqing Palace, explained the reason why the Buddha wanted to forcibly transform Juehu.

Jinhua said anxiously: "But this Song Weiyi is a disciple of my Taoist school. He should not be bullied by Samantabhadra. He will lose himself forever, and thousands of years of dedication will be turned into running water, becoming a puppet-like existence."

"Just look at it, Song Weiyi chose to watch the tribulation in Qingyun, and it wasn't impulsive, and it seems that Puxian's first attack for countless years of retreat was originally to suppress the eight wastes, dominate the world, and shake the world. Fighting, may ruin the reputation of the first life here."

Taoist Zhou Tian stood quietly in the void with his hands behind his back, with a playful smile on his face, which stunned all the old Taoists behind him.

Jinhua hurriedly said: "My lord, Puxian is known as the third Buddha in the world, but he is one of the few existences who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Song Weiyi, who fits in half a step, can it be possible that he can escape his divine light?"

Taoist Zhou Tian didn't speak, but looked into the distance.

Purdue Divine Light does not have the slightest attack power, but this divine light shines on Juehu's body, and the situation changes immediately in front of his eyes, returning to the scene when he was a child, traveling to Nanyang with his master.

At that time, the aura was abundant, and the aura above the sea was so rich that it was unimaginable. In order to avoid their enemies, they settled down in Nanyang. They were strongly opposed by the local aboriginal sects, and various plots and assassinations emerged one after another, so that many Central Plains Taoists Innocent died tragically and fell overseas. Among them, he raised Song Weiyi since he was a child, and passed on the mantle, making him like his own master.

Song Wei was only one year old, in order to take revenge, he sneaked into the local aboriginal sect to learn the art of voodoo, and practiced the skills of killing, conspiracy and calculation. Finally, one day he had an epiphany and realized the perfect combination of Taoism and voodoo. Massacres everywhere, people's heads rolling, countless local sects on the coastline of Southeast Asia collapsed, hundreds of millions of disciples were killed and blood flowed into rivers, and even countless devout believers were killed by Song Weiyi mercilessly.

Ren Tu, Shura, Demon God, etc. describe the titles of living great demon kings, all of which are added to Song Weiyi's head.

However, Song Weiyi also carried forward the sect's Xuantian Taoism, and became the only holy land religion in Southeast Asia, controlling local politics and people's livelihood, as well as the absolute right to speak in the practice circle.

After his cultivation became more and more advanced, he knew that his sins were serious, so he lived in seclusion in the mountains and practiced Taoism hard. Unfortunately, the killing was too heavy. After thousands of years of hard work, he still couldn't step into the crucial step of integration. He watched helplessly as his lifespan was dying. .

At this time, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of him, with bursts of Sanskrit sounds, a peerless Buddha manifested in the world, telling the world of many troubles and karma, teaching the great Buddha Dharma, liberating all living beings and the sea of ​​suffering, and saving lost believers and the other shore.

Song Weiyi's eyes became more and more blurred, a trace of Buddha's light radiated from his body, his hands couldn't help but were about to close together, and his knees were also slowly bending down, as if he was about to bow down to Samantabhadra III in the next moment. Under the golden body of Dharma, I will be a devout Buddhist from then on.

Jiang Xiaoliu sneered disdainfully: "Juehu's apprenticeship is the testimony of the system. Your Mahayana cultivation level is indeed impressive, but if you dare to snatch someone from the system, you are simply committing suicide."

Sure enough, a blue light suddenly emerged from Song Weiyi's body, and the whole person was immediately full of energy, his eyes were shining brightly, and his Dao heart was extremely stable, but his face could not help showing a look of worry and fear.

Just now, I almost lost my Dao heart forever, and was forcibly converted by that terrible Buddha, and became a lackey who lost himself, a thug.

"Thief bald, you have such a despicable means, you dare to kill Lao Tzu, do you have the guts to do it again?"

Song Weiyi had lived for thousands of years anyway, and knew that the Mahayana Buddhist monks in front of him were definitely not something he could contend with, but he immediately thought of a way to deal with it, and flew into the Qingyun Temple while shouting, standing on the Taoist Dharma protector In front of the main hall of the Heavenly King Lingguan.

"Thief bald, even if I, Song Weiyi, have no hope of avenue, even if my life energy is exhausted, I would rather die than be your lackey of Buddhism. If you are successful in cultivation, you must exterminate your disciples and descendants of the Buddha, and turn your White Horse Temple into a bare temple."

After saying this, the god Wang Lingguan behind him seemed to have a flash of light, and even the face of the god statue seemed to be smiling.

Jiang Xiaoliu was also very satisfied. Song Weiyi deserved to be the top fighting force of Qingyun Temple, his scheming was also top-notch, and he knew how to use his strength to fight his strength. Now Puxian will be in trouble.

The huge golden body of the Buddha of the third age opened his mouth like thunder, rolling in all directions, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

"The only benefactor of the Song Dynasty, just now I look at your heart through the light of Purdue. It is really a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with human heads rolling. The sins are so serious that I am afraid that you will have to suffer in hell for tens of thousands of years before you can get rid of your karma. But now you just need to be sincere. Take refuge in my Buddha, put down the butcher's knife, and then you can pass on the supreme Dharma, save the world, and achieve immeasurable results."

"Thief bald, the only thing I practice in Song Dynasty is the way of immortality, the law of the jungle, and the law of the jungle. If there is such a woman's benevolence, I will have been reincarnated countless times by now. Let's talk about killing evil, you may kill people less than me." Ah, who has the right to say that about me?"

Song Weiyi felt a little uneasy, and took a few steps back towards the Lingguan Temple.

"Hey!"

The Buddha sighed softly, lamented the obsession of the world, lamented the ignorance of the world, and lamented the suffering of the world. All the monks who watched immediately felt the same way, and suddenly felt that there was nothing to miss, nothing to pursue, and nothing to remember in this world. Reciting sutras all day to cultivate one's morality, comprehend Buddhism, and understand the true meaning of oneself, this is a life worth living.

"Since that's the case, then this seat will suppress you first, and chant scriptures for you day and night. I hope you can get back as soon as possible, return to the right way, and benefit the common people in the world."

After finishing speaking, the Buddha pointed out.

Seeing this scene, Song Weiyi was both happy and surprised, and glanced uneasily at the statue of the spirit official behind him.

(End of this chapter)