Black clouds cover the city, and the red Buddha enters the temple.

The Great Thunder Sound Dharma Image behind the old monk Duanshi is only a mere ten feet tall, less than the torso of the largest Buddha statue in front of him, but the aura it exudes has already overwhelmed all the Buddhas.

Among the gods and Buddhas in the sky, no one dared to face the red Buddha holding the thunder in his hand.

"Amitabha."

Du Shi muttered in a low voice, and his murderous intention arose. The red Buddha's thick arm waved, and the thunder turned into a spear, and he threw it suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, several phantoms of the Buddha were penetrated, and countless temples behind them collapsed one after another. Dust flew up and tiles flew everywhere. Unknown how many Buddha statues were among them were torn apart by thunder, leaving only ruins.

The ultimate destructive power shows no mercy from the Buddha.

"Jingming, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The big Buddha sitting in the center was taken out with a palm, and the palm was infinitely enlarged. He could see every line on the palm, and every outline was infinitely high, like layers of mountains.

The Buddha's light exudes from above, and if you look closely at the flow of scriptures, the scent of incense builds up the spiritual mountains.

Immediately afterwards, the Buddha who filled the sky fell into it, sitting in the fruition position, looking down at himself from above.

The three-inch palm is the most difficult magical power to acquire in Buddhism. It is said that after cultivating to the highest level, one can transform small worlds into one's palm.

One leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world.

The three-inch palm of this great Buddha who came out of the Bodhi Realm is obviously more clever.

Monk Wu Shi recognized this aura from it. An elder in his sect once gave him a relic, the size of his thumb, which contained the Buddhist philosophy of a certain senior Buddhist.

This elder's dharma name is in the sky, and his cultivation has reached the point of becoming a god. He is not only one of the few Buddhist monks who have learned the three-inch palm, but also one who has been able to evolve the world in his palm for thousands of years. His three-inch palm is a real small world. It is said that

At its peak, tens of thousands of people practiced there.

And Du Shi also got a glimpse of the true meaning from it and understood the Three-Inch Palm. This is enough to show that this person's understanding of the Three-Inch Palm is at its peak.

"Jingming, my Buddha is compassionate. I put down my butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately."

The same words sounded again, but they were completely different from before.

The Buddha's voice was so majestic that it formed a sutra of its own when it reached his ears. It was muttered inaudibly in his ears. It seemed to be the true meaning of Buddhism. Just hearing it made his breath begin to rise. A Buddha's attainment was flying toward him.

Come.

"I dare to ask the Buddha, what does it mean to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately? If a wicked person kills all the people in the world, can he still become a Buddha after putting down the butcher's knife? Can the evil karma of killing be resolved?"

When he opened his eyes slightly, all the Buddha's voice was instantly shattered. Another wave of Buddha nature emerged spontaneously, instantly crushing the Mahayana Buddhism into powder, as if it was born to deal with the Mahayana Buddhism.

The Great Thunder Sound Book states that the cause and effect of this life will be the result of this life. Don’t ask about the past life and don’t ask for the next life.

The Buddha replied: "As you asked, those who receive different rewards are all determined by their intentions in previous lives, so the rewards vary greatly. If you commit sins in this life, you must pay for them in the next life. Putting down the butcher's knife will only alleviate the sins."

"How can there be an afterlife?"

"The reincarnation of all things never ends."

"Where is reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation is free from the heavenly path, and if you achieve the Buddhahood, you will not enter reincarnation and will never die for eternity."

"The barking of Mahayana Buddhism dogs."

In the image of the Great Thunder Sound, one hand is raised straight up, thunder flashes on the bulging muscles, and the other hand is pulled back.

The body is like a galloping horse, and the arms are like steel spears. Just the slight bend of the knees, this downward step makes the whole world tremble.

Hey!

The thunder turned into a strong bow, and the rolling thunder turned into straight arrows, pointing directly at the Buddhas sitting on the lotus.

The corners of the red Buddha's mouth were slightly cracked, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He was extremely arrogant. He had lost the solemnity of the last treasure statue. He looked less like a Buddha and more like a human being, an arrogant thug.

"presumptuous!"

The giant Buddha angrily reprimanded and struck out with a palm. The whole small world poured down on the old monk, and the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

He was completely angry. This old monk had completely deviated from Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism. There was no trace of Buddha nature in him.

The Great Thunder Sound Master also let go of his hand holding the bowstring, and the lightning flashed thousands of miles away. The huge arrows carried thousands of thunderbolts, tearing apart countless Buddhas and breaking through the shackles of the small world layer by layer.

.

Unstoppable, like thunder from the sky.

This thunder method is inherited from the Xiaowu Lei Zhengfa, which is an unprecedented thunder method that has never been seen before or since. It was born from the killings one after another. It does not cultivate life, but only pursues the ultimate attack.

This also gave him the advantage of reaching the top of his attack.

When he first saw it, he understood that this thunder did not belong to the mortal world.

There was only the light of thunder left in the sky and the earth, and the mountains folded by the palms collapsed inch by inch. Buddhas in the sky blocked the thunder like moths to the flame, and died like moths to the flame.

In the end, the precious lotus of the Buddha was shattered, and it fell into the mortal world, never having the so-called fruition status.

The great Buddha is sitting cross-legged in the sky, his majestic face is still neither sad nor happy, but his voice is not exactly the same.

"You thunder..."

Fear, there is a hint of fear in the mighty Buddha's voice.

If his guess is correct, then this Buddha is the former Changkong Buddha, or to be precise, the incarnation of that Buddha. Changkong Buddha has died long ago, and it was the Bodhi Realm that made him think that he is Changkong, a form of almost obsession.

Survive.

But it wasn't him after all.

If he were the real Buddha of the Sky, he would probably be in bad luck.

But even so, this obsession still remembers the thunder of that year and the thunder that broke through the Bodhi Realm. It is really hard to imagine what kind of grace it is that can make the Bodhi Realm remember its aura.

The old monk Dushi felt this emotion, raised his eyelids slightly, and said: "Are you afraid?"

"..."

The giant Buddha was silent for a moment, and then the whole small world became restless. The endless incense from the sky fell down, transformed into many gods and Buddhas again, and also condensed into new treasure lotuses.

Restored again.

The Bodhi Realm opens again, carrying hundreds of millions of incense falling down.

"Amitabha, pure and clear, everything is in vain."

The old monk allowed them to recover, because he knew that these Buddhas could not be killed, and except for the big Buddha, everything else was nothingness.

"Everything a poor monk does is a Buddha, and everything he does is a Buddha..."

The Dharma image of the Great Thunder Sound looks up to the sky and roars, with arrogant intentions and contrary to the Buddha's will, to save all sentient beings.

All true meanings merge into one, holding thunder in hand, crushing all Buddhas.

The old monk collided with the Buddhas, the thunder tore them apart again and again, and the believers reshaped them again and again, never ending, never peaceful.

"I am the Buddha!!!"

The old monk looked up to the sky and smiled, without any of the humility of the past. His masterly posture was gone, and all that was left was an arrogant Buddha.

The red Buddha is ten thousand feet tall, with six arms supporting the sky, vowing to open up the world in the Buddha.

Hey!

The thunder light spread thousands of miles, tearing apart the heaven and earth. The world in front of us instantly became narrow and finally collapsed.

He came out of the Buddha Realm in his palm. When he opened his eyes, he was still standing in the same place. Many Buddhas in the distance collapsed one after another, and the enshrined Buddha statues were not spared. Cracks spread all over the golden body until it collapsed like sand.

He won, but it wasn't over yet, it was just the first temple.

I turned around and walked out of the temple. At this time, the outside was filled with warrior monks, monks and believers holding sticks. They didn't have any cultivation on their bodies, some just had a sincere heart towards the Buddha, and some just had a pair of resentful eyes.

"Amitabha."

The old monk stepped out of the temple and walked on the stairs covered with blood. The monk swung his stick again and again. In order not to hurt anyone, he put away all his magic power and walked quietly. The monk spit on him.

On his face, he walked quietly. The believers poured all kinds of filthy garbage on him, making him stink to the sky, but he walked quietly.

He heard the shouts of these people.

"Evil!"

"monster!"

"Inhuman!"

When passing through the world, I only chant: "Amitabha."

Gradually, the people around him disappeared, and his world disappeared. The world became empty and quiet, and there was only one person standing in front of him, walking in front of him with his back turned.

"The world slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, laughs at me, fears me, fears me...calls me a demon, a monster, a devil...I have killed countless people, and I have saved countless people."

"Even if I march across the world and slaughter tens of thousands of people, future generations will still have to respect me, and the world will still have to call me an immortal."

"Little monk, what about you?"

The blurred back turned his head slightly, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"If a poor monk tramples the spiritual mountain to pieces, the world will still call me Buddha."
To be continued...