You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

The last day of February of this year.

The drums of the Battle of the Miracles of Wuqiong Mountain sounded.

There are ascetics all over the mountain, and from the first ray of sunlight in the morning, there are bursts of hissing sounds coming from all sides, and the ground shakes slightly.

A dazzling light flashed on the top of the mountain, and the rocks were shattered and smashed down along the hillside!

With such a big movement, the neighing sound became more and more serious.

About half an hour later, there were no more trees on the entire mountain, as if a strong wind had passed through, and there was a ruins.

The top of the mountain soared into the sky, and a colorful light rose slowly, and there was something in the middle that couldn't be seen clearly, and it was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

From then on, the battle officially started.

Zhong Wu was dressed in a battle armor and looked awe-inspiring, the scars on his face made him look like a bandit.

He laughed and raised his voice, "Where is the head of Fulong Mountain?"

As soon as this remark came out, no one could respond.

Zhu Jueyun hadn't come out yet.

The disciples of Fulong Mountain finally panicked. They hadn't seen the head abbot for a few days, and now they are just going into battle.

Qu Cong sat on a snow-white sheep and said calmly, "Where's your father?"

Zhong Wu laughed loudly: "Brother Qu, you—"

"People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves," he said, "you can't blame me, can you?"

"No wonder," Qu Conggu said, "but you should remember this sentence yourself."

He has been with Zhu Jueyun for more than 60 years, and he has unconsciously acquired his temperament, trying his best to be calm in every word and deed.

Fang Mo was on the other side, confronting them three times, and said, "It's useless to talk more."

'Boom thump-'

The drums of war resounded across the hills.

Wu Xiu was the first to draw his sword to face each other——

Fulong Mountain lacks a triple golden body power, and its combat power at this time is not as good as that of Gaya Palace half a month ago, but it has to be fired when the arrow hits the string.

Qu Conggu already has the will to die today, if he does not capture Zhong Wu and kowtow to Zhu Jueyun, he will never return to the mountain!

Zhong Wu also knew that this person absolutely hated him, and he must not survive, so the two of them fought each other hundreds of times——

Qu Conggu's cultivation is at the Golden Core Stage, and he is by no means inferior to him. He pursed his lips tightly and stabbed at the dead point, as fast as a gust of wind. Zhong Wu was frightened several times, and turned back. A somersault, Qu Conggu cut off a part of his sleeve.

Almost, this sleeve is his arm.

Zhong Wu's complexion was no longer good-looking, and he took a sip and picked up the knife again.

Qu Conggu didn't say a word, the Shahu sword fell slowly from the sky and held it in his hand, it stood between his eyebrows, and suddenly the edge of the sword appeared.

True Qi circulated all over his body, the corners of his clothes fluttered and his hair fluttered, and he waved his hands in a circle, and the sword Qi rose up.

At the same time, the disciples of Fulong Mountain fought bloody battles and were gradually lost.

Zhong Wu said: "You have already lost."

Qu Conggu raised his eyes, and his body flew out!

Zhong Wu kept rubbing his feet and moving backwards, swinging his ax with both hands to dodge.

Suddenly, a white wolf rushed from behind——Qu Conggu hurriedly turned around to block it, Zhong Wu finally saw the opening, and struck Qu Conggu's back with an axe!

Qu Conggu groaned heavily and fell to the ground.

Zhong Wu spat on his hands, rubbed them, and said to Fang Mo, "Thank you very much."

Fang Mo ignored him, but said, "It's your turn."

Zhong Wu: ...

"You wait and I will," he said, "I can't deal with this brother Qu."

Cao Gu descended from the sky and jumped in front of Qu Conggu, his canthus was about to split, his fangs were clanging, and there was a menacing voice in his throat.

Zhong Wu frowned: "I forgot that there was this animal."

Fang Mo recalled the white wolf and stood in front of him.

Qu Conggu's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. He couldn't lift one arm, so he stood up with the other side, holding the sword in his left hand.

Cao Gu's voice was rough and heavy: "Whoever offends my lord will surely die."

Kusaku spoke.

Qu Conggu was startled and looked at its back.

Cao Gu's voice did not come from his throat, but rushed into everyone's ears. It was the sinews and bones of the black dragon, born higher than all living beings, and had an irresistible deterrent to mortals.

Zhong Wu's complexion changed a few times, and finally he shook his head and smiled: "All right, all right."

Cao Gu moved forward step by step, while Fang Mo's white wolf involuntarily took a step back.

It was a kind of innate submission to the superior.

It couldn't control the desire to bow its head, and wanted to bow its head in front of Cao Gu.

Jing Wu's muffled groan came from a distance, Qu Conggu woke up and said, "Cao Gu!"

With a kick of Kusaku's hind foot, he turned into a demon-subduing pestle——

Qu Conggu was seriously injured, holding the pestle against the bloody wound, holding the sword in one hand, and the pestle in the other, they slammed together in mid-air, a burst of sparks burst out, and then rushed out with overwhelming qi !

His strength alone is not enough for this, but Cao Gu is not a vulgar thing.

The Shahu sword is not a vulgar thing either.

Fang Mo sees that it is not appropriate to touch head-on now: "Let's go."

But it's not that Zhong Wu doesn't want to leave, it's just that he can't.

His two legs seemed to be frozen in place and could not move.

Two red ribbons emerged out of thin air and tied him up.

The bell flew over in a red dress, with two clusters of white flowers trembling on his chest, red lips, white skin and black hair, leaning on the red ribbon, crossing his legs and asking, "Are you the one who bullied my younger brother?"

Qu Conggu was dumbfounded, his nose became sour, and he couldn't see clearly.

Peng Yu Yujian came, stood in the air and looked down at him and said, "Why are you crying, are you promising anything?"

Qu Cong shouted: "Master."

"Master."

The incisor yelled: "You two are just fucking anxious, don't you fucking pretend to be pretty damn good, and you are fucking anxious when you arrive at the place!"

His figure slowly appeared along the steps, followed by 20 people in black.

There are 23 people in the ghost town, and there is no shortage of them.

The bell yelled: "The clock dog is here! My brother is injured."

"Who the hell did it!" Zhong Gou even swears, "Oh, I brought my medicine box with me, stammering, did you take it away?"

Stammered: "Don't, don't do everything, rely on me!"

Peng Yu jumped down from the sword, carried the long sword on his shoulder, and pointed at Zhong Wu with his chin: "It's you."

"Don't say anything," he said, "call your father to collect your body."

Qu Conggu said: "His father is dead."

Peng Yu said angrily: "Did I ask you? You can't even beat such a thing, did I let you talk?!"

Qu Conggu closed his mouth, stretched out his arms and asked Bell to wrap himself up.

"Miss Bell." He sniffed.

Bell said: "Don't pay attention to him, people can't speak."

Qu Conggu said, "I don't want the red one."

"..." Ling Dang said, "Is it possible to make it in the future?"

Someone said: "I don't want it yet."

Qu Conggu stopped talking.

The bell was fastened for him, and then said: "We met Cao Gu, and we didn't leave that night, and we left the city the next day. We are no longer people from Jianghu, and we all have troubles in our bodies, so it's inconvenient to talk to you If I caused trouble, I waited in Wuqiong Mountain, and when the matter is over, I went back."

Qu Conggu said, "I miss you so much."

He finally had something to rely on, and squatted on the ground aggrieved.

Ling Dang opened her mouth to scold: "God damn Zhu Jueyun, his mother is incompetent, I'm so mad at you."

Qu Conggu defended in a low voice: "Actually, I don't blame him."

Ling Dang stretched out his hand to pinch his face, shook his head and said, "It's not because Peng Gou scolded you, you are really worthless."

People from the ghost town appeared, and Fulong Mountain returned to power.

But that's not all.

At the second hour, a god loomed in the sky.

Fate Xingjun is wearing purple clothes, more than eight feet tall, wearing emerald jade on his head, and his face is like Pan'an.

The Poor God appeared from the north, wearing a snow-white shroud, facing each other from a distance.

The god of killing and the god of good and bad stand in the east.

In the end, the battle of miracles became the battle of gods.

Lying on the ground covered in blood, the cripple said leisurely, "It's really lively."

Fate Xingjun glanced down and said: "You are at ease, Wu De."

Crowd:! ! !

Fate Xingjun said leisurely: "Your beast Gu carving has eaten up several villages, yet you still dare to show yourself."

The cripple said: "My godhead is shattered, what does the Gu carving have to do with me, don't get close to me."

"Fuck me." Zhong Wu said.

"Fuck me." Peng Yu.

"Fuck me." Zhonggou said.

"Fuck me." The front tooth said.

The cripple was originally Wu De Xingjun, a god.

The world's legends about immortals are always mixed with truth and falsehood. Wu Dexingjun has always kept a low profile and revealed his true body, so there is no word about him.

But no one would have thought that such a god would stay in the ghost town with a crippled leg and shattered godhood.

Fate Xingjun said: "Although your godhead is shattered, the Gu Diao only recognizes you as the master, and he is still your divine beast."

The cripple ignored him, turned around and said, "Wrap me a bag."

Only then did Qu Conggu see that there was a bloody gash on his hand.

The god of good and bad said: "Everyone, in my opinion——"

The poor god Wu Yi interrupted: "What are you?"

"If you want to speak for the old Buddha, just say it. In your opinion, what are you?"

The god of good and bad luck still smiled and said: "You and I know it well, so why bother to clarify everything."

Wu Yi said: "His hand is too long."

"He is a Buddha," said the auspicious god, "that's enough."

If a Buddhist cultivator ascends, he will directly have a higher status than other sects ascending.

The only one who cultivates the true Dao is the Buddha.

Difficult and sublime.

The battle between humans and gods broke out in chaos, and the birds on Wuqiong Mountain never returned.

Qu Cong looked at the devastated life and felt desolate.

When he was a child, he heard many stories about walking around the world with a sword, thinking that people in the Tao are free and unrestrained, that gods are high above them, without emotions and desires, and that Buddhas practice pure heart and few desires, eat fast and chant Buddha. Now, so he didn't feel very deeply. When this person was not around, he suddenly felt that such a world was so cold, it hurt his bones.

Fate Xingjun has the ability to predict and predict, and he can't hurt him at all.

The killing god's evil spirit was heavy, and the black air was lingering between his actions, and the entire Wuqiong Mountain was shrouded in the evil spirit.

In this life, Wu Yi finally chose Fang Mo.

The three parties are fighting fiercely.

All of a sudden, the sky is full of golden light!

Unprecedented true energy swept across the world!

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shot out of the sky, breaking away the clouds, and half of Dongsheng Shenzhou trembled.

Fate Xingjun's complexion changed, and he frowned fiercely.

The god of killing and the god of good and bad looked at each other, knowing it in their hearts.

Qu Conggu turned his head to look: "What's wrong?!"

"Someone has ascended," the cripple said to him, "Buddha cultivation."

Qu Conggu suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around and ran down the mountain——

Chong Tianji stopped him and said: "It's useless if you go, you won't be able to catch up, if it's really Zhu Jueyun, he must have arrived by now."

Sure enough, the Buddha's light suddenly flourished, and a figure on the clouds in the sky slowly appeared.

Zhu Jueyun was wearing a white robe and a purple gold cassock, standing on his head.

Qu Conggu moved his lips in a murmur, and took a step forward.

Eliminating the inner demons with the Pomo arrow, Zhu Jueyun had no scruples, and the last layer of imprisonment was released. He directly broke through the triple golden body, transformed into Dzogchen, and flew to become a Buddha.

He never thought that what he has been unable to understand is actually the remaining hatred in his heart.

Zhu Jueyun said: "Amitabha."

He has become a Buddha, no one can compete with him anymore, but Zhong Wu's ultimate move gave him the door to life.

When the disciples of Fulong Mountain saw the head abbot, their morale was immediately full, and they swung to kill the enemy.

Wu Yi was shocked and said, "How could that be?"

Zhu Jueyun ignored her, fell directly to the ground, and looked at the wounds on Qu Conggu's body.

Zhong Wu complained incessantly: "Brother, it's almost done, if I cut him off, you will be crazy and kill me."

Qu Conggu pointed at Zhong Wu, and said with a sob in his mouth, "You avenge me."

Zhu Jueyun said: "Okay."

Qu Conggu said: "We must not let him get the miracle."

"it is good."

Qu Conggu sniffled and said, "Am I great?"

"Excellent," Zhu Jueyun said, "Go and sit on the side for a while, and then go home immediately."

Qu Conggu tugged at the corner of his clothes, let go with some reluctance, and ran to Bell's side with every step and turn.

Bell scolded him: "It's worthless."

He just smiled.

There is no need to continue this battle.

Peng Yu used one as a hundred, Zhu Jueyun became a Buddha, Fulongshan had many disciples, and the gods of death and gods of good and evil killed all directions.

There are also more than [-] people in the ghost town, each with unique skills.

Wu Yi said angrily: "Zhu Jueyun, you have become a god, you can't compete with mortals for miracles!"

Zhu Jueyun asked him back: "Who said I want a miracle?"

Wu Yi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood what he wanted to do, wishing he could grit his silver teeth.

The miracle is on the top of Wuqiong Mountain, and there is a magnificent light among the corpses.

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his hand and said, "Cong Gu, come here."

He held Qu Conggu's hand, led him to turn around, and said, "Tell them who you are."

Qu Cong glanced at him, knowing what Zhu Jueyun was going to do, he shook his head uneasily.

But Zhu Jueyun held his hand without refusal, not letting him run away.

Qu Conggu said: "I am... Fulong Mountain Master Master of Ceremonies..."

Zhu Jueyun said in a deep voice, "Speak louder."

He swallowed, looked down and saw everyone in Guicheng, his master, Jing Wu, Qian Zhu, they were covered in blood, and they also looked at him.

He suddenly had a plan and confidence, and said, "I am the master of ceremonies of Fulong Mountain, and the sword master Peng Yu is my master, and the saber Shahu is ranked seventeenth in the list of magical instruments."

"I practice the path of passion, and I am a swordsman at the Jindan period, and I have not yet graduated from the teacher."

Peng Yu looked at him and smiled.

"This kid."

Zhu Jueyun said: "Now, the miracle is yours, and it is up to you to dispose of it."

Qu Conggu took out a ball of light the size of an egg from the light. The thing was beating non-stop, and it was almost impossible to hold it.

"Let me handle it," he repeated.

Zhu Jueyun said, "Yes."

Qu Cong paused for a moment, then suddenly threw the miracle out, and said, "Master, continue!"

Peng Yu was taken aback, he didn't know what to do for a while, and he stretched out his hand after a long time, but the thing lost its substance and directly sank into his body.

He stood there blankly, not knowing what happened.

"Master of ceremonies!" Feng Ling shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"

Qu Conggu raised his chin, and said without any hesitation: "My master wants to enter Buddhism! He will be shaved today and enter Fulong Mountain. From then on, he will be the elder of Fulong Mountain. Who would dare to make a difference if he has a miracle!"

Peng Yu once wanted to enter Buddhism to seek liberation, but the Buddha did not follow his wish, and only made him feel bad all his life, and he was tortured by himself every day.

Zhu Jueyun said that Peng Yu's wisdom will be hurt, and this sentence has been hanging in Qu Conggu's mind.

Peng Yu is an unborn swordsman, he can do what he can only do after a year of study on the first day.

The Buddha did not let him enter the Buddhist path, but he let him in.

He can't bear the grievances of heroes in late life, so Peng Yu should stand upright in the world and be looked up to by others, instead of hiding in a ghost town and not daring to take a step.

If Zhu Jueyun wanted a miracle, it was Zhu Jueyun's. If Zhu Jueyun didn't want it, then he didn't want it at all.

The results are all the same. Peng Yu's entry into Fulong Mountain is also the merit of Fulong Mountain.

Peng Yu was stunned by the gift. He glanced left and right, and cursed again: "Fuck."

Fearing that he would go back on his word, Fengling and the others escorted him to shave his degree on Wuqiong Mountain and brought him back to Fulong Mountain.

At the beginning, Peng Yu couldn't ask for it, and he couldn't enter the mountain gate even if he went down the mountain, but now he was enshrined, for fear that he would run away.

The world is like this, as ridiculous as ever.

Qu Conggu made this decision because his head was in a rush, at this moment he suddenly felt that he was too out of line, looked up at Zhu Jueyun, but saw that he had no expression.

"That's all right," he said, "I can get away with it."

"You have found the most suitable person."

Qu Conggu heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I also think that my master is a responsible person."

For 60 years, a group of people have suffered countless deaths and injuries due to intrigue, but in the end a reckless man took advantage of it.

Qu Conggu said, "I don't want that thing."

He said half of this, naturally waiting for Zhu Jueyun to ask his other half.

Zhu Jueyun followed him: "Why?"

Qu Conggu raised his head and smiled at him: "Then we will be inseparable from Fulong Mountain for the rest of our lives, and we will never be able to live our lives."

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his arms to hug him, took him into his arms, and said, "It makes sense."

The moment he broke the demon, it meant that he had eliminated his attachment to miracles and let go of his hatred and hatred.

He finally understood what the Buddha told him to understand.

But Qu Conggu knew it from birth.

It took him two lifetimes to comprehend what Qu Conggu understood from the very beginning.

He is the most courageous and decisive person. From the beginning to the end, he said that he didn’t want it, so he really didn’t want it. If he wanted it, he would swear to protect it to the death. With a miracle in his hand, he could be released and thrown out, and the magic-breaking arrow trapped him. , Qu Conggu can also believe that he can come out.

Sometimes Zhu Jueyun didn't understand why Qu Conggu had such a deep connection with Buddhism.

Now he finally knows, because he was born with Buddha nature.

His free and easy Buddha is incomparable.

The battle of miracles came to an end, and Dongsheng Shenzhou temporarily returned to peace.

Everyone in the ghost city cleaned up, patted the ashes on their buttocks, and planned to go home.

Suddenly someone shouted from behind: "Wait!!"

Everyone turned around and saw Qu Conggu carrying a small luggage, holding Caogu in one hand, and Zhu Jueyun in the other, chasing desperately: "Let's go back too!"