A figure slowly appeared in the gale of the wind, seven feet tall, with a large white cassock, and above his shiny head were three horizontal and four vertical twelve ring scars. He held a string of rosary beads in his hand, and his single palm stood up in front of his chest. He paused every step he took and pronounced the Buddha's name.

The sound of Buddha's yells seemed particularly broad and deafening in the thunder. Qian Yiqun's scalp was numb, as if a huge hand was pressing against his body. He was almost unstable and had just stood slightly bent in his spine and knees.

"Amitabha," the monk finally stood firm, "Donor Gao is really so obsessed with it!"

Qian Yiqun only felt that the monk exuded a huge aura, covering the entire world.

"The dead thief bald! Whether your grandpa is enlightened or not has anything to do!" said the master angrily, "You have nothing else to do from the Western Regions to the East China Sea, from Liaodong to Jiangnan!"

"Of course," the monk said leisurely, "In the five turbidities and evil worlds, the monk is responsible for the destiny of heaven, how can he say there is nothing to do?"

"Then go and do your business! Stop bothering me!" The master yelled without caring about his image.

"Let's enlighten all living beings, start with you." The monk shook his head slightly, "Let's go with me."

Qian Yiqun was shocked when he heard this: Old Man Feng said that this master was at the level of a supreme level, with only ten people in the world. This monk could chase him and even said that he wanted to enlighten him. Isn’t that a saint?

"You are already half a demon! You still want to enlighten me?" The master laughed to the sky, "If you want to fight, you can fight. Come on, change me!"

"Amitabha, in a thought of virtuality and reality, where is the incarnation in the world? Where is it not the deity?" The monk put his hands together, and his golden light was lit on his body.

Qian Yiqun was unable to touch the defense, his eyes flashed by the golden light, and there was a bright white in front of him, and he could not see anything. After a long time, he gradually recovered. He looked up and protected his sword in front of him, which was the only cover. However, when he looked at the monk secretly, he was really shocked.

Where is the monk in white in front of me?

He is clearly a great golden bodhisattva!

I saw a golden Vairocana crown on his head, wearing a golden cassock, holding a golden tin staff in his left hand, and a golden bead in his right hand.

The three layers on the top of the tin staff remember the three sufferings. The four strands are born, which eliminate the fetus, eggs, dampness, transformation, and the four reincarnations of the four births, and also express the suffering, accumulation, and the four truths of the path. There are twelve rings above the four strands, indicating the twelve links of dependent origination and unobstructedness. The three layers and four strands are used to recite the seven enlightenment of the Tathagata.

The monk raised his tin staff slightly and stomped on the ground. The twelve rings immediately oscillated without stopping, and the sound of jingling was endless.

"Om, Bolamolinduning, Savaha!" The monk recited a mantra in the collision of circumference, and the golden light became even more intense in an instant.

Qian Yiqun felt the boundless light and shadow attacking him, and a huge force pushed him out from bottom to top, and in the blink of an eye it was already in mid-air.

The master stretched out his hand and pulled Qian Yiqun's ankle, and threw it hard on the ground.

Qian Yiqun was on the ground behind his back, and the pain was so painful that he thought to himself: This is really a word that cannot escape from the left and right. He either died in the hands of an enemy like a god or a teammate like a pig!

"What are you waiting for if you don't set up a formation!" Qian Yiqun held back the blood in his throat and shouted at the master.

"Idiot, it's already set up." The master smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was playing a game. "Don't you see that the surroundings have changed?"

Qian Yiqun looked around and saw that the tall tree and stone path had disappeared. Instead, it was a chaos, just like the end of time and space. Everything was twisted like a thick line like an oil painting, and the whole world collapsed.

"Whatever you have in your heart is, what is here." The master gritted his teeth and said to Qian Yiqun.

"Donor Gao, are you looking for a layman to fight with me?" The monk's voice smiled for the first time, "You don't know my monk's method."

The master also smiled and said, "Don't say that this child is so brave that I rarely see in my life. Maybe you can really get it here."

"The monk made a vow: If this son is really calm, I am willing to save him." The monk threw out his tin staff and golden beads, hanged his side, put his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name again.

——This guy no longer looks like a human, he will definitely die if he is forced to fight him!

"Monk!" Qian Yiqun jumped up, "I am just an ordinary person. Since you have said fighting, don't use other skills if you have sex, let's go to each other's mood!"

"I have a talent!" The master patted Qian Yiqun's shoulder, "I'll be optimistic about you!"

"The monk will not take advantage of you," the monk said solemnly, "If you can stay in "Three Ways of Suffering", I will save you."

"Who wants you to save me!" Qian Yiqun stood up straight, looked to the master sideways, and asked in a low voice, "What is the suffering of the three paths?"

"Don't worry, he can't really throw you into the three evil paths in my formation, just let you see it." Gao Ren said, "Everything you see is illusory, don't go to your heart. Also, use your heart to change your heart, don't be beaten foolishly, exhale and inhale..."

Before Qian Yiqun could say something, he felt that his eyes suddenly changed, the scenery around him changed, and the dark clouds on his head disappeared.

Without the dark clouds pressing down on the top and the monk's pressure, Qian Yiqun suddenly felt much more relaxed. Looking at the surrounding green mountains and waters, the air was fresh, he thought to himself: This is illusion? Why is there no difference from the real world?

Thinking that this was in the illusion, Qian Yiqun was worried for no reason, as if there was a powerful force that made him forget the fact that he was in the illusion.

roar!

A roar came from the air, and the darkness that covered the sky and the sun was used immediately.

The earth shook like beating a drum.

Qian Yiqun's heart moved and looked at the sound.

It was a giant who was as tall as a mountain, with nine heads and thousands of eyes, fire in his mouth, eight feet, nine hundred and ninety hands, each with green face and fangs showing anger.

——What is this? Asura?

Qian Yiqun's heart moved, and the earth shook even more violently, and more giants appeared in his sight. These huge Asuras were scattered mountains and cut trees, holding weapons, and fighting each other. For a moment, the air was filled with corpses, blood flowed like rain, and fire burned the forest.

Qian Yiqun gritted his teeth and ran down the mountain, avoiding the burning fire around him. He was frightened by the murderous aura emitted by the Asuras and his kidney fluid surged.

——If it was just a fantasy, I should be fine if I jumped!

Qian Yiqun saw a huge arm falling from the air, like a huge stone pillar surrounded by ten people. If it hit it, it would definitely turn into flesh mud. He simply stretched his heart, rushed to the cliff, and jumped down.

The cliff is thousands of feet high, and Qian Yiqun only heard the wind in his ears, and the air flow was like a cut, but it was difficult to land for a long time.

"How long does it take for one breath!" Qian Yiqun roared to the sky.

This roar alarmed the huge Asura.

The Asura took two steps towards Qian Yiqun, and had already walked over two valleys, crossed the mountain peak, spread out his hands and grabbed Qian Yiqun. Qian Yiqun was in the air and could not dodge, so he was immediately caught by Asura.

Qian Yiqun felt that his body was crushed by a stone mill, and gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: "This is not true!"

The master said, "Don't be beaten stupidly" and was still heard. Qian Yiqun finally pinched his finger and shouted loudly: "Sword is coming!"

The jasper sword cut out from the air, piercing straight into Asura's palm, and penetrated through it.

Qian Yiqun used the same trick again and came in again. Asura let out a wail, spread his palms, slapped it with his other hand, and wanted to crush Qian Yiqun into meat sauce.

Qian Yiqun rushed out and jumped, and heard a roar behind him. It turned out that Asura had already put his palms together, but he slapped it.

Before Qian Yiqun could be happy, Asura's other three hands grabbed him again.

Qian Yiqun was still in the air and said in his heart: "With the heart, just say I can do it?"

Seeing the giant palm grabbing, Qian Yiqun simply closed his eyes and calmed down, allowing Asura to catch him.

Asura was about to crush Qian Yiqun hard, but he felt the burning pain in his hand, so he quickly let go.

Qian Yiqun's green flames were floating in the air, and he opened his eyes slightly, as if he understood something, and laughed and said, "It's my turn."

Suddenly, Qian Yiqun's figure suddenly increased. In the blink of an eye, he had already grown bigger than the Asura and was still growing bigger. Until he grew twice as tall as the Asura, he sang out his huge palm with a grim smile: "Go to die!"

The slap fell to the point of solidity, but it was soft, tender and elastic.

Qian Yiqun opened his eyes and saw that he knelt on his knees, his grim smile still had not dissipated, but one hand pressed against the elastic soft flesh.

It's Xu Fo.

"I'll help you!" Xu Fo's face was clear and "Take your hand away first."

Qian Yiqun withdrew his hand, disappeared from the master and the demon monk, and asked puzzledly, "Where are they?"

"Let's go," Xu Fodao, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just experiencing an illusion." Qian Yiqun slowly stood up, caressed the night wind, the branches moved with the wind, and the sound of frogs croaking, as if everything was just a dream.

Qian Yiqun let out a sigh: "How long have I been standing? Is it okay to return to the yard?"

"It has been burned into white soil." Xu Fo's face was expressionless, "But what's the matter? In the beginning, things in the world are impermanent, and all sentient beings suffer."

Qian Yiqun did not answer and said in his heart: You have to have such a high awareness and follow Li Yan and the others back to be the wife of the King of Chuang as soon as possible. Wouldn’t everything be gone?

"Who is that?" Xu Fo suddenly shouted.

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Chapter completed!