Chapter 667: The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm

A bald donkey who is unscrupulous! Damn Lao Ai, even his disciples are not well trained? Or Lao Ai was dizzy and climbed the line of Fairy Miaoxin. With the support of the Miaoying Palace Master, he dared to have other thoughts?

Wuqi churned countless thoughts, had a gloomy face, and rushed out of the county magistrate's mansion with a heavy murderous aura. The twelve large flying boats purchased at high prices in Donghai County rose into the air. Each flying boat was loaded with a thousand fully armed soldiers. Even dozens of priests in the Sitian Hall of Donghai County boarded the flying boats and rushed towards the direction of the sound of the Sang-singing of the Shrine as the cold wind wrapped around the body around his feet.

Just east of Donghai County, on a small cliff corner that was about ten miles into the sea, a fat head and big ears were round and round, with delicate and smooth white skin as solidified as lard, with rosy lips like girls, her eyes shining like pearls, her long earlobes drooping around her waist, her chest exposed her arms, and her pair of yellow monk pants, her upper body was wearing a monk's robe, and her feet were woven with straw sandals made of green and long straw, sitting cross-legged on a reef.

A wooden fish made of pure gold was placed steadily beside him. The monk held a wooden fish hammer with a length of fists and hit the wooden fish one after another. The wooden fish hammer was forged in sterling silver. With one blow, sparks splashed on the wooden fish, and the loud and loud sound of the wooden fish scattered everywhere, which shocked Wuqi and others who were miles away all felt pain in their ears.

The closer he approached the monk, the more harsh the sound of the wooden fish became. When he reached a distance of only a little while, the sound of the wooden fish had turned into thunder, which shocked many warriors below the yellow squad on the flying boat to unstable. The monk looked at Wuqi and others who were rushing towards him with a stern aura, and slowly beat the wooden fish, chanting word by word: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and it is the shore to turn back!"

When every word is sprayed, a golden lotus will be in the mouth of the monk, wrapped in thick red flames and sprayed out quickly. The so-called golden lotus is like this. In the golden lotus stamen, there are exactly eight big characters the size of a fist, floating, constantly emitting golden light. The golden light is not dazzling, but the closer it gets to the monk, the more it looks like a sharp knife, cutting it makes people feel pain all over.

Wuqi said angrily: "Where did the bald man come from here to talk nonsense? Get out of Donghai County!"

Donghai County was the place where Wuqi started his career. Wuqi is like a wild beast with a strong sense of territory. Whoever dares to invade his territory will definitely fight back with all his might. Moreover, Wuqi knows how terrible religion is, especially a religion made of Buddhist monks with truly powerful power. Once their hands reach into Donghai County, will the people, army, and officials of Donghai County listen to these monks or Wuqi?

Buddhist disciples are absolutely not allowed to come to Donghai County to develop, kill one by one, and kill one by one. This is the condition that Wuqi and the blood madman agreed on!

Seeing that the monk was using Buddhist Zen to absorb believers here, Wuqi wanted to break his head with one punch, so how could he give him a good look? How could he deal with him with good words? Wuqi was extremely angry. The blood madman was the missionary messenger under the Buddha of Ruyi Xiaoyao Tian Realm. He should be able to control these monks who recruit believers everywhere. Why did a great monk suddenly come to Donghai County to make trouble?

The great monk looked at Wuqi and suddenly grinned, and he said gently: "This lord wants to be the chief official of this territory? Isn't it better to be like my Buddhist sect from the suffering of reincarnation from now on? Isn't it happy?"

Before Wuqi could speak, the monk smiled and said, "My Buddhism is vast, and three thousand great ways can achieve enlightenment. If you want gold and silver, my Buddhism has it; if you want beauty as jade, my Buddhism has it; if you want life and death, my Buddhism has it; if you want romantic and wealth, my Buddhism has it. In short, as long as you enter my Buddhism, everything is there, lord and the ten thousand troops behind you, it is better to convert to my Buddha?"

Wuqi snorted coldly, he raised his right hand and shouted "cross" loudly.

Twelve flying boats surrounded the monk in a semicircular shape, and countless hard crossbows pointed at the monk. The soldiers put a special spell bone arrow specially designed to deal with powerful monks on the hard crossbow. The dozens of priests rushed to crush the bone talismans and provided various prohibition protections to more than 10,000 soldiers.

Wuqi was afraid that these powerful crossbows would not have enough power. He murmured and recited a few spells, bit his fingertips and swung them hard, and a row of blood beads shot out, turning into thousands of tiny talismans attached to the arrows. A shrill ghost roar sounded, and as soon as they were stuck on the arrows, these talismans immediately turned into black smoke and were firmly printed on the arrows. The arrows made by the dim bones twisted like melting candles, and the arrows actually had a trace of a single-horned ghost head.

The monk glanced at Wuqi in shock. His eyes swept across Wuqi's tall and straight body like lightning, and exclaimed: "How can you do the magic of talismans? Judging from your body shape, you should have practiced the brute force technique?"

The monk's scream had just sounded, and thousands of arrows shot out like a clumsy sound of harsh bowstrings. The whistling rain of arrows enveloped the monk's body. The density of arrows was too high, and a turbulent vortex of air was rolled up between the arrows and arrows, making a shrill and long sound of breaking through the air like a ghost roar.

With a silly smile, the nine ring scars on the monk's head spewed out large pieces of golden Buddha light, condensed into countless fists-sized Muni beads that were beaten all over the sky. With a 'cracking' sound, thousands of arrows were twisted and broken by the beads. The arrows exploded and sprayed out large pieces of black smoke and evil spirits. Large pieces of fire burst out, lightning and water vapor soared into the sky, and various forces of earth, water, fire and wind continued to spew out from the arrows.

"The Buddha has a destiny!" The great monk looked at Wuqi seriously and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are not a destiny. Everyone behind you is the destiny of me!"

With his palms flipped, two golden lotus spewed out of his palms. The monk laughed strangely, and the lotus in his palms faced Wuqi. A huge suction force surged out. Two golden lights wrapped around Wuqi and sucked him and Ao Buzun who was climbing on his collar. The golden lotus turned inward and turned into a misty golden light and hanged in front of the monk. The fat monk smiled a few times, and smiled at the stunned Huang Qi and his group: "Donors are my destined people. Come and let me tell you about the wonderful Buddhist methods and activate the wisdom of your previous life for you!"

He laughed proudly a few times, and the monk shook his head and said, "All the donors who are destined to be remembered, I am the messenger of the Great Freedom and Happy Heavenly Realm, Ming Li, the messenger of the Buddha under the seat of Duobao, Freedom and Freedom Buddha. Donors, after entering my Buddhism, you are asking for thousands of requests and responding, and you will be sure of your life!

Huang Qi looked at the monk tremblingly, and mustered up his courage to raise his right hand: "Line up the array, the Xuan Armor is still moving in all directions!"

The Xuan Armored Eight Directions Unmoving Formation, the defensive formation commonly used by human warriors must be carried out by large combat equipment. Following Huang Chu's order, the twelve flying boats were closed inward, the four in the middle were in the four directions, and the eight outside locked their respective positions according to the eight directions. The decks of the ship on both sides of the flying boats were slowly lifted up, and countless bronze chains were sprayed out from the deck, colluding with each other to form a thick net.

A low buzzing sound sounded inside the flying boat, and a dim green light spewed out from the bronze chains. The green light gradually became stronger, covering the twelve flying boats. The only dozen priests in Donghai County flew up and made a large number of bone talismans according to their direction, controlling the real change of the Xuan Armor-Eight Directions. With the low spells of these priests, the green halo gradually condensed into a thick giant tortoise shell. The Bagua pattern on it was clearly visible. Clear runes were covered with everywhere on the tortoise shell, and each rune was faintly outlined into a mountain.

"Interesting, interesting! The fate of all donors is almost a little bit!" Monk Mingli smiled, rolled up his sleeves and said carelessly: "Then, let me add a handful of heat to all donors, so that you can know what fate is!"

He picked up the huge wooden fish with his left hand and the thick wooden fish hammer with his right hand. Monk Mingli stepped on a ball of white clouds and slowly flew to the Xuanjiao in the wild formation. He smiled at Huang Qi, who was standing on the bow of the flying boat, and monk Mingli raised the wooden fish forged in pure gold, and swept a large piece of golden Buddha light, like a golden meteor, hitting the green tortoise shell hard.

With one blow, a large cloud of auspicious light spread around. The formation composed of twelve flying boats was hit by the Mingli Monk and the soldiers on the flying boat were unstable and staggered on the deck. The dozens of priests who controlled the formation groaned, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices at the same time. The palms that formed finger seals bounced away as if they were bombarded by thunder. The lightning burst out on their fingertips, burning their fingers to pieces.

The Huangqin screamed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Counterattack, Counterattack"! With Huangqin's roar, the soldiers stood up one after another, manipulated the flying boat to launch a storm-like attack on Monk Mingli. The light flow, countless arrows, and large pieces of javelins flew towards Monk Mingli.

When there was a mess outside, Wuqi, who was sucked in the golden lotus, found that he had come to a very magical place.

There is no sun and moon in the void, but there is bright light illuminating like daytime. In the auspicious clouds, the sight is full of clear clear water. The water is as sticky as butter, emitting a faint fragrance. The water is full of white lotus flowers. When the breeze blows, the lotus dances gently, and the faint fragrance comes to your face.

Not far away, there is a big mountain standing in the boundless clear water.

This mountain is about a thousand miles high and a radius of 100,000 miles. The mountain is as majestic as a creeping tiger lying between heaven and earth. There are countless temples of all sizes on the mountain, all of which are made of gold bricks, and emit a faint golden cloud and purple aura under the bright light.

One hundred and eight white air radiates across the mountain, and the faint sound of Buddhist singing continued to come from the countless temples.

On the spacious stone steps in the mountains, the brigade of men, monks, women and nuns wearing monk robes were walking slowly with incense and candles in hand, shouting the Buddha's name "Great compassion and mercy shine on the Zhoutian and the Three Treasures of Freedom Buddha". Every time they chant the Buddha's name, a large amount of faith power that cannot be seen by the naked eye rose into the air and drilled into one hundred and eight white air at a high altitude.

Ao Buzun raised his head from Wuqi's collar and cursed in a low voice.

"The joy is so great. This is the mustard seed void, the small world, which is what they call the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of their hands!"

One sand and one world, three thousand Buddhas in one world, the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand, the most mysterious thing about Buddhism is also the great power at the bottom of the box!
Chapter completed!