Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

Two huge golden palms touched each other in the air, shaking the surrounding void, as if even time had stopped. The "卍" Buddhist seal on the palm of the Buddha contained the power of the supreme Buddhist Dharma. Every stroke seemed to contain ancient Zen and Buddha power, emitting a solemn and compassionate light, trying to purify all evil spirits and karma.

The other hand appeared from the ruins of the Cangsheng Sect, and the illusions of all living things flowed in the palm of his hand. Mountains, rivers, grass, birds and beasts all appeared in his palm, showing his profound understanding and control over all living things in the world. This power was wild and vast, with an indomitable and domineering aura.

At the moment when the two forces collided, Buddha's light and incense essence burst out from the contact point, like extremely gorgeous fireworks, and like thousands of falling flowers, the golden light was dazzling, illuminating the entire sky. In the void, there seemed to be Sanskrit singing, mixed with the chanting of the power of living beings. The two completely different forces intertwined and caused ripples in the surrounding void, like the surface of the water being hit by a huge rock. The contest between the two is not only a competition of strength, but also a collision of understanding and pursuit of Tao, which caused changes in the world.

Buddha: "Yes, clone!"

"Haha, why is King Kong disturbing the peace of our Cangsheng Sect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a human-shaped shadow appeared in front of the Buddhist disciple. It was Ruan Qingtian.

"Damn it!" The Buddhist cursed loudly, and his glaring eyes turned into a golden Vajra. He raised his fist as big as a wellhead and rushed towards Ruan Qingtian. He wanted to tell Old Ruan that his name was Huang Mancang, not Vajra.

Hitting someone in the face, Ruan Qingtian was too much. He had been in the hidden stars of the Zhongtian Realm for many years, but he didn't even deserve to be remembered for his name? He was so insignificant. He always thought that he should be at the same level as Wu Hao, which was the minimum. He didn't expect that he was not even A, B, C, or D in front of Master Ruan.

Huang Mancang was furious: "You gigolo, take a punch from your grandfather Mancang!"

"Mancang, what kind of Buddhist name is this? When did such an uncultivated monk appear in Buddhism? Aren't you afraid of the karma of your mouth when answering like this?" Ruan Qingtian thought to himself, but he was not slow to act. The southern area of ​​Tianling Continent was his base. Even though it had become the site of the old Cangsheng Sect, there were formations everywhere. He quietly used his spiritual power to activate the siege formation. The ground suddenly cracked, and complete bodies of the Cangsheng Sect roared out. The bodies rushing forward dragged thousands of small thoughts. Hundreds of faces representing different emotions opened their mouths at the same time and rushed up to activate the siege formation against the Buddhist.

The Buddhist disciple was shocked at first, then he withdrew his gaze in disgust. After being shocked by the image of the Thought of Common People, his soul was actually shaking. He glared at Ruan Qingtian fiercely and forced himself to focus on the dozens of Thoughts of Common People opposite him. All parts of their human bodies were extended with many flesh lines, and on the flesh lines were human faces of varying sizes.

When the thoughts of all living things rushed to kill, the expressions on those faces were different, but they all looked a little ferocious and fierce. Before the attack came, the sound attack came first, and they all screamed in the direction of the Buddhist son. When he breathed, hundreds of faces made inhalation movements towards him at the same time. Between breaths, the sound pollution attack and the soul sucking attack came at the same time.

The Buddhist made a "tsk" sound and placed one hand on his chest with a solemn expression. He then recited the "Diamond Sutra". Lotus flowers, flying celestials, and dharma images appeared in the void one after another. The Buddhist chanting from one person's mouth shook the world and covered up all the sound wave pollution from the thoughts of the common people. The flying celestials and dharma images held the lotus to collide with the thoughts of the common people.

After being shouted at by the Buddhist chant, the thought of the common people faltered, and a moment of confusion appeared in their eyes. Seeing this, Ruan Qingtian quickly moved his fingers, using the energy of incense to control the thought of the common people to rekindle their seven emotions and six desires. Hundreds of human faces with different expressions raised their heads in unison, and the confusion in their eyes was replaced by piety. Under the guidance of the energy of incense, they attacked the pagans in a pilgrimage posture, and they would not stop until they died.

"You are so stubborn! Suppress it!" shouted the Buddhist disciple, clasping his hands around the Zen staff. The Buddha's power surged in his body, and above the Zen staff, golden light shone brightly, as if thousands of Buddhas were chanting. Rays of Buddha's light intertwined into a river of light, transforming into a giant golden dragon, rising into the sky and colliding with the thoughts of all living beings.

The golden dragon has a strong body and glittering scales. Every time it swings its tail and opens its mouth, it is accompanied by a deafening dragon roar and brilliant Buddha light. The Buddhist skills and this Zen staff complement each other and can exert even greater power.

The Buddhist kept chanting the Diamond Sutra, and after a full-strength attack on the sentient beings with the Golden Dragon Staff, he went directly back to the Buddhist's golden body and slowly moved away.

All thoughts of common people are extinguished.

"Hehe, you're so vulnerable, Ruan..." The words were not finished yet.

Ruan Qingtian disdainfully responded and once again pinched the magic formula. The powerful aura suppressed the flying dust. Dozens of arms covered with faces stretched out from the ground, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, which made people feel disgusted. Faces with different expressions, big or small, swayed left and right and up and down with the movement of the Thought of Common People. The number of Thoughts of Common People that appeared on the ground again was several times that of the first time.

The situation here was changing rapidly, and the Buddha's light and the essence of incense intertwined into a thrilling picture. The Buddhist son stared with anger and concentration, and the great power of Buddhism surged. He sacrificed the invincible body of Vajra, and then guided the golden Zen staff dragon with his mind to kill the demon that appeared twice. Under the guidance of the Buddhist son, the dragon's every attack was accurate and powerful. Three or five attacks gradually made the thought of living beings disappear again. The golden Zen staff dragon roared and moved, biting Ruan Qingtian who was standing high on the cloud top.

Ruan Qingtian took a slight step sideways to avoid the giant dragon's attack, slowly raised his right hand at the dragon's waist and clenched it in the air. The golden dragon's huge body was lifted up high by him, and then suddenly thrown to the ground. With a deafening roar, the golden dragon transformed by the Zen staff fell down, turned into a golden light, and dissipated into nothingness.

The lonely Zen stick tumbled on the ground for a circle, and was tightly entangled by the thought of rebirth of the common people and pressed into the ground.

Huang Mancang felt a sharp pain in his head and immediately transformed into the Medicine Buddha Dharma Image. Then he stepped down heavily. The Buddha's light was like a knife that cut off the strands of thoughts that were entangled with the Zen stick. However, after the face of the thought fell to the ground, it rolled into a ball like clay, and the remaining thoughts pieced together a new thought of the common people.

Ruan Qian smiled disdainfully, and his fingers moved as if playing the piano. Every time he moved, the ground would respond, and pairs of arms covered with faces would crack out of the ground.

The Buddhist spit on the ground and cursed: "Damn it, why can't you kill him? It's disgusting."

The saliva seemed too sticky, and it was spat out intermittently on the ground. The compassionate expression of the Medicine Buddha behind the Buddha was filled with a hint of embarrassment, "Pooh...Pooh...Pooh..."