Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

The golden bones are Buddha bones, if Bu Qingyun is already covered with golden bones, isn't that a proof?

However, Sita didn't have time to deliberate more, the golden bones that hit him squeezed out his original skeleton alive and replaced it one by one.

Reborn!

A golden light came from outside the sky and shone on Sita.

Even though Sita had gone through many catastrophes, he had never experienced such extreme pain. He howled miserably, and rolled around madly in mid-air. The golden bone was not affected by the slightest trace, and he could not stop it, let alone resist.

As half of the golden bones entered the body, something even more terrifying happened.

In his ears and in his mind, there were countless voices of praying for Buddha, men and women, old and young, some whispering piously, some shouting sadly, overlapping and crowded together like thousands of roots The sharp needles were pierced into the brain and ears densely, not like praying for Buddha, but like asking for life.

At this moment, Sita remembered what Master said just now, "Before, I considered myself your Master, so I have been passing away and listening to the prayers of believers all over the world. Now that you intend to replace me, then I Give it to you."

In the past, the master always refused to obtain the fruition position, and at the same time prevented him from sitting on the lotus platform.

At that time, he resented Master for being hypocritical.

It turned out that it was not the master who was hypocritical, but himself.

"what----"

Sita hugged her head, unable to tell whether the pain of being reborn was more painful, or the sound of praying to Buddha resounded in her mind and ears all the time.

He suddenly remembered the past many, many years ago. When he was the prince, he heard that the master of the lamp was giving lectures at the Baixiang Temple outside the city. Asking Buddhist principles, but deliberately pretending to be a dandy to make trouble, and asking the monk who is sitting in the first seat with gentle eyebrows: "Master Randeng, from this, you know, the believers in the Central Plains or our believers in Tianzhu, who made more pious vows? "

As soon as this remark came out, the people who were attracted by the burning lamp lectures naturally made a noise. Tianzhu is a Buddhist country, and they certainly think that they are much more devout than the Central Plains believers.

The monk lowered his eyes and smiled, and the noise stopped abruptly.

! "Everything is sincere, but not sincere," he replied, "How can you be dishonest when you tell the Buddha what you think in your heart? Believers don't have to abide by the rules and regulations. If you want to be completely devout, you must cover up your true desires with lies, or Dishonest, or impious, how can we say it is sincere? All believers in the world are like this, there is no distinction between teaching and learning, and the donor has a picture."

Until today, Sita has truly realized these wishes of "all sincerity and none".

They pray for peace, for wealth, for official career, for recovery from illness, for redress for wrongdoing, for escape from guilt, for money in the daytime, for a person with thousands of households, for reincarnation after death, for blessing to prolong the prestige of the Zhuang clan, for A murder and arson gold belt.

They have too many vows to make, too many sins to confess, and too many sufferings to bear by themselves, so they have to recite them all to the Buddha.

Sita once asked, "What is a Buddha?"

Ran Deng once replied: "Buddha, bear the suffering of all living beings."

Sita gritted her teeth, and finally shed tears of regret.

He was wrong, he couldn't hold on any longer, the physical and mental pain was going to kill him, his sea of ​​consciousness was in jeopardy, his body couldn't bear the golden bones, he couldn't wait until the rebirth was successful, he couldn't do it.

"Save me, Master, save me."

Sita wailed and begged, he struggled to get up, looked down the cloud, and looked at his master - he saw a pile of humanoid flesh and blood sitting on the ground, and Louka lying beside the flesh and blood.

That's not, that's not his master, it's impossible.

"what----"

U Boli, who arrived at an unknown time, hugged the maddened Sita and called him, "Master."

Sita's bloodstained hands firmly grasped U Boli's sleeve, her stomach full of mourning, her pain unspeakable.

Wu Boli laughed, he understood everything from Sita's eyes, he heaved a sigh of relief: "You finally realized your mistake."

Sita stretched out his hand to Yunxia, ​​Wu Boli shook his head, grabbed his hand back, and held it in his palm: "Master, you have made your lord sad, you insisted on asking your lord for this, you shouldn't make it difficult anymore he."

What Wu Boli said was right, Sita relaxed, and seemed to relax even her insistence.He was in so much pain that he was about to die, and at this moment he suddenly regretted, maybe since!You should not compete with Master Wu Boli for this disciple.

"But don't worry, I won't let you have an accident."

Wu Boli knelt down on the ground, and bowed to him once, twice, and three times.

"Master."

U Boli slumped down as usual in meditation, and Sita looked at this young man. Many years ago, there was a little barber in the palace. Before Ran Deng wanted to take him as an apprentice, Sita had never opened his eyes to look at him. I don't even bother to remember the name of a handyman.

He doesn't seem to have changed a little bit, his big eyes always show a happy smile, his slightly curly long black hair, his smile is like a flower.

"Master."

"Wu Bo has left."

Before the words dissipated, Wu Boli's body suddenly exploded like fireworks, turning into countless fine blood spots, wrapped in spiritual power, rushing to Sita, repairing Sita's body, and completing the last step of rebirth.

"Do not----"

Sita's eyes widened, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down.

Lou Jia knelt beside Bu Qingyun on one knee, not caring what was happening in the sky at all, just staring blankly at Bu Qingyun.

In other words, the pile of human-shaped flesh and blood that used to be Bu Qingyun-the whole body's bones were separated, and the remaining flesh and blood barely retained their human shape.

Is Bu Qingyun dead?Lou Jia couldn't believe it.

So in the end, Bu Qingyun's Dharma won?

Thinking of this, Lou Jia clenched the sword supporting his body tightly, burning with anger.

"stand up."

"You get up."

"If you want to die, you should die by my hands."

"Get up, Bu Qingyun!"

After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, threw away the sword, leaned beside Bu Qingyun, and growled at the bastard who could no longer respond.

Suddenly, Bu Qingyun, no, the pile of flesh and blood moved.

Bu Qingyun's hand, a soft, boneless hand that would make others spit it out if they saw it, slowly and slowly rested on the back of Lou Jia's hand.

Then, moving bit by bit, I don't know how long it took, and stayed on the back of Lou Jia's hand!Two blurred blood characters.

【Don't be afraid】

Lou Jia clenched his teeth, his breath was full of hot and humid water vapor, he was shaking with anger, he didn't want to cry, so he could only clenched his teeth.

What are you afraid of?What is there to be afraid of?You are going to die, what do I have to be afraid of?

Afterwards, the string of Buddha beads on Bu Qingyun's body was originally pure white beads transformed from transparent dragon beads, but now it has been completely soaked by Bu Qingyun's blood into a crimson red like coral under the sea. The red beads floated from Bu Qingyun's body and floated on the Bu Qingyun went up a foot high, wiped off the tethers transformed by the white dragon's spiritual power, scattered them one by one, melted into bloody water, interlaced and connected, and finally condensed into a red skeleton.

Another golden light fell and enveloped Bu Qingyun, and the crimson skeleton fell down and penetrated into Bu Qingyun's flesh and blood.

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It turned out to be a reborn scene!

The bones enter the body, the blood is attached to each other, and the muscles are connected.

Lou Jia recalled the sword in his hand, waiting for an emergency.

The golden light refused to dissipate, Bu Qingyun listened intently, did not know what he heard, and smiled to the sky: "The poor monk has no regrets."

The golden light flickered, as if there was something to say.

Bu Qingyun shook his head, and said again: "I have no regrets about eating fast, reciting Buddha's name, doing good deeds and practicing. I have learned many things and done many things, but I am not good at fighting. The heaven and the earth chose him, and the believers chose him. He is a Buddha."

"Golden bone, I don't want it."

"I don't want to keep any merit."

As he said that, countless golden lotus flowers floated from Bu Qingyun's body, and flew out of the sky along with the golden light. The golden light seemed to be extremely surprised, shaking unsteadily.

"It doesn't matter if I'm wrong or I'm guilty," Bu Qingyun looked at Lou Jia and raised the corners of his lips, "I'm willing to use these to exchange my life to accompany him."

A bell and a drum sounded between heaven and earth, the sound of the bell was extremely sad, and the sound of the drum was extremely painful.

It's farewell.