The deep voice of the Buddha contains a kind of grandeur that fills the universe. A curved rainbow rises from the pagoda. It is the Buddha's light that only eminent monks and great virtues can possess. Moreover, this rainbow-shaped Buddha's light is full of transcendent charm, which is obviously not Ordinary.
More than ten years ago, Shen Lian was trapped in a sea of blood. It was a Buddha's light that transformed the resentful souls in the blood sea and caused fluctuations, allowing him to escape. The owner of the Buddha's light back then may be the same owner of the Buddha's voice today.
Shen Lian looked at the brilliant golden path. Anyone who saw it would have yearning in their hearts, including him.
It's a pity that although Shen Lian was yearning for it, he didn't move a single step.
"Don't you want to see the old monk?" The Buddha's voice sounded from Shen Lian's heart out of thin air, seemingly not passing through the material world.
In Shen Liandao's mind, the image of a monk also appeared. He was extremely handsome, young, and even more elegant than the original Venerable Baoyue.
Shen Lian understood that this was not as simple as mind projection, but had something to do with the legendary mind escape in Buddhism.
He was not surprised at all, and he was familiar with the Lingbao Tianzun. Even a figure of Tao Master level had a unique and unique aura, which immediately alarmed the monk. Shen Lian took advantage of the situation and concentrated his sword with his mind, and attacked the monk. , and immediately there was no trace of the monk's image.
A gust of wind seemed to pass over the pagoda on the mountain, and the tinkling of bells was heard. It turned out that the eaves of the pagoda were covered with wind chimes. The ringing of those wind chimes was no less than that of thousands of Buddhist disciples reciting the Buddha's name, which immediately reached Shen Lian's heart. , given his state of concentration, he was actually affected, and the visualized Lingbao Tianzun dissipated with the destruction of his state of concentration.
Lingbao Tianzun is a transcendent Dao-like existence. To destroy Shen Lian's vision of Lingbao Tianzun's state of concentration, it must be a method that is self-sufficient in the law and does not rely on other Taiyi realms and Mahasattvas.
Shen Lian smiled slightly and said: "Today is not the right time. Come and visit the master another day."
At the same time, his perception of Dajue Temple was improved. Obviously, the so-called Ksitigarbha Sutra was just an introduction to directly recruit the unfathomable monk.
If Shen Lian reaches the other side of the Blood Sea today, I am afraid that the exact same situation will happen.
Naturally, he is willing to meet a person of the Mahasattva level, but he will never do it passively. If his fate is not up to him, even if he becomes an immortal or a saint, what fun will it be
Shen Lian had made up his mind and stepped back without any hesitation. However, no matter how fast he moved, the golden path was still within three inches of his feet.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is a shore in front of you. Why should the donor be obsessed." The monk's voice continued to sound, not tempting, but no matter how Shen Lian turned around, there was still a golden path in front of him, and there were still mountains and pagodas in front of him.
Shen Lian wanted to laugh. If King Xia knew that he was trapped now, he didn't know whether he was annoyed that he had lost this great opportunity to kill him, or he was glad that he didn't chase him and didn't have to face the mysterious eminent monk.
He wanted to laugh, but did not laugh. He said with a calm face: "If a person seeks Buddha, he has lost Buddha. If a person seeks Tao, he has lost Tao. If a person seeks liberation, he has lost liberation. The master said that there is a shore in front of him. Then It’s not the shore, so why should I come?”
"It's good, it's good. The donor has such an understanding of Buddhism. He is a person who is destined to be the Buddha. Today, we cannot let the donor go." The monk's words were full of joy and should not be annoyed by Shen Lian's wonderful rebuttal.
Shen Lian could hear the sincerity and kindness in the monk's words, but so what. If he wanted to go on his own initiative, he would have to go against all odds, but now he refused to go.
This can be said to be a kind of willfulness, or it can be a manifestation of Shen Lian's firmness in his thoughts and not being moved by external things.
But since you want to refuse to go, you must have a way to escape. The monk's magical power is somewhat similar to the Tianhe that Chang'e transformed into that time. It is obviously similar to the magical power of the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm. After practicing to the Taiyi realm, Sure enough, it is not that the Celestial Realm is far incomparable. Even if he could understand the principle of using this kind of space, he might not be able to use it as if he wanted to create something spiritual.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to resort to it, he just needs to figure out a way to break it.
The monk's spellcasting is still far inferior to Chang'e's way of using a golden hairpin to draw the Milky Way. The spell is created from heaven, leaving no trace or trace. It is as powerful as a mysterious weapon and there is no way to deal with it.
Shen Lian possesses the Supreme Dharma of Taixu Divine Strategy, which can be compared with the extraordinary celestial realm. His four realms of 'Control and Transformation' have long been understood by him, and the realm of 'Control' has the wonderful ability to see through the reality of all dharmas. Moreover, he has recently become successful in changing his ways, and his eyesight is so high that it is close to the legendary clairvoyance.
Therefore, we can see the flaws in the monk's magical power, or the shortcomings of his power.
At this time, a blood cloud slowly floated above the sea of blood. There were twelve people standing on it, all of them looked extraordinary. The leader among them was holding a whisk in his hand, and his Taoism was floating, which was different from the other eleven. The cultivation level is obviously higher.
The Taoist holding a whisk in his hand was the only one among them who did not carry a sword. The other eleven people all carried sharp swords, exuding pure killing energy. Even if the sea of blood was filled with resentment, those floating resentful souls could not bear it. No one dares to get close to the blood cloud.
The Taoist leader looked at Shen Lian, who was not far from the jungle on the shore of the Blood Sea. His face was filled with excitement. He said, "Junior Brother Chen is right. Junior Brother Shen is indeed here."
The eleven people behind them all have solemn expressions. They are all different in stature, tall, short, fat and thin, but they obviously practice the same Taoist formula and the same swordsmanship. Although they are not deliberate, they are connected in spirit.
One of them said: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master, his cultivation is all over the world. He is not under Master. Why didn't he notice us?"
"Indeed, it seems that Junior Brother Shen is in trouble. The only one who can give him trouble on the sea of blood is that monk. Junior nephews, no wonder your master taught you to come here together. It seems that we expected this situation. Let's tie up our swords. Let’s form a formation,” the Taoist said calmly.
He swept away the dust, and immediately the eleven swordsmen scattered in all directions, their sword energy soaring into the sky, their murderous intent surging, and finally they condensed into a bright sword cloud reaching the sky.
The sword cloud condensed, and the blood waves around him moved with it, gaining momentum.
Then the sword cloud stood solemnly, and eleven rays of sword light suddenly flew up, all blending into the sword cloud.
The Taoist recited the incantation, swung the whisk, and flicked the whisk downwards. Immediately, the sword cloud swept in front of Shen Lian.
Just hearing the sound of sizzling in the void, a giant golden dragon flew out and bit into the sword cloud.
Seeing this, the Taoist snorted coldly: "It is indeed the Monk's mighty dragon."
He threw the fly whisk in his hand, and it rose up in the wind. It was faster than the sword cloud, and it produced thousands of strands, tying up the golden dragon. Then the sword cloud moved lightly like a swimming fish, crossed the dragon, and arrived in Shenyang. Refining the sky.
At this time, a burst of Buddha's light shattered, and Shen Lianzha appeared in the sky. The sword cloud was in front of him. He didn't have time to be surprised by the familiarity of the sword energy in it, so he forced himself to blow out a breath and faced the sword cloud.