How to Cross Over into Maitreya

Chapter 23: Know Qiu Yiye

Views:

Maitreya walked over the stone steps that exposed the surface of the blood pool, jumped onto the empty dry ground, looked forward, and saw the three red objects that I saw just now. They turned out to be three people, and the three were covered by red cloth. People who stand on the ground like cocoons, one woman and two men, only have their faces exposed outside the red cocoons.

"The three..." Maitreya looked at the red cloth wrapped in the three of them, and saw that Sanskrit was written on it with gold powder, and he didn't know whether to break it, but seeing the three of them closed their eyes, they could only raise the sticks in their hands. Using the double-stranded outer wheel of the Zen stick to cut the red cloth outside, the three people sitting cross-legged in the cloth cocoon were released and immediately fell to the ground.

"The three..." Maitreya was about to step forward to ask for a conversation after slashing the three with the stick. Suddenly, a faint Sanskrit chant came in his ear.

Different from the previous evil voice that was broken by Maitreya, this new Sanskrit singing was full of murderous intent, and the cultivation of the Sanskrit singer was much higher than that of the centipede demon who hosted the puja. The phrase "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha standing on the ground", when one person rises, a thousand people are in harmony, as if the nine gods and Buddhas are all responding together, only to hear people feel that the internal organs are like steel knives.

"Three people, wake up soon." Maitreya listened to the approaching Sanskrit singing, looked up at the sky outside, and saw that the sun had disappeared. In the dim sky, the bright moon rose from the horizon and could only shake quickly. Wake up these three people, if things go wrong, he can only slip away by himself.

The three men who were released from the red cloth cocoons by Maitreya, two men and one woman, the women are youthful and beautiful, while the men are the old and the young. Zhou Zheng's young man looks like a god of singing, wearing bamboo armor and ragged clothes, and he doesn't know what his identity is!

"We? This is? The bastard Zuo Qianhu actually betrayed us." Wearing a bamboo armor, the young man who looked like a song god was first awakened by Maitreya. After two moments of confusion, he shouted at him for the first time.

"Man, let's stop making noise and help wake up your companion." Maitreya looked at the cursing young man, and couldn't help but urge him to calm down.

"Yuechi, wake up soon, and Master Fu." The young man returned to his senses and looked at the short-haired monk in front of him. Following his words, he subconsciously shook his companion. The woman named Yuechi quickly turned around. Wake up, and Master Fu also woke up, but his consciousness was not clear, and the Sanskrit singing in the wind got closer.

"Friends, my name is Zhiqiu Yiye, from Kunlun, what should we do now? I can't fight this old demon." Hearing the approaching Sanskrit singing, the young man's expression became anxious. Maitreya reported to his family, and told him in a negotiating tone that this close Sanskrit singer was the old demon's return.

"I haven't fought." Maitreya didn't need a reminder from the young man, and knew that this was the old demon returning to the mansion, but the problem was that he didn't know how many catties he was with that thousand-year centipede.

"Then let's join hands and fight with it again." Seeing that Maitreya had no idea about this, Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help gritting her teeth when she looked at Yuechi, who was supporting Master Fu.

"Fight!" Maitreya is very veteran. Although there may be a gap in strength, he feels that he has brightened the wind acupoint. He should be able to count one or two, but he needs to be careful about centipedes and millipedes scratching the wind acupoint. That is no joke!

The Sanskrit in the wind had already entered the door of the Cihang Hall. After Maitreya made a decision, he immediately took up the stick, and Zhiqiu Yiye blocked Yuechi and Master Fu behind him.

Before the people arrived, the Sanskrit singing had come first. When Yuechi and Master Fu heard the Sanskrit tone, their expressions were distorted. But it didn't prevent auras from rising all around, together with the auras, the Sanskrit singing that sounded in the ear seemed to be resisted outside.

"Friend of Dao?" Zhiqiu Yiye raised his head, looking at the short-haired monk who propped up the enchantment, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Little monk Mi, I'm not good at fighting." Maitreya used the stick to prop up the enchantment, looked at Zhiqiu Yiye, only spit out a word, he couldn't fight the first battle.

"I... Then I'll fight the old demon again." Listening to Maitreya's words, Zhiqiu Yiye froze for a moment and hesitated, but finally nodded.

"Then may the donor flag win." Seeing that Zhiqiu Yiye is willing to be cannon fodder, what else could Maitreya say.

"I fought the old demon once before, and I lost!" Seeing Maitreya, Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help but ask, what should he do if he loses again this time

"The little monk had to die with Daoist Zhiqiu and several others to feed the demon together." Maitreya's teasing words made Zhiqiu Yiye's eyes widen, and then he asked himself:

"Then I have to win?"

"Of course, you didn't fight, how do you know if you will lose?" Maitreya looked at Zhiqiu Ichiba who was a little bit funny, and couldn't help being a little bit jealous. Then, thinking about such a serious moment, he forced a smile to embolden him. .

"Don't be afraid. As the saying goes, all things are born in nature, one gram in a lifetime, evil will not be able to overcome righteousness."

"Since you have said so, then I can only reluctantly give it a try. If I can't break through this barrier, I am afraid that my cultivation level will not rise in this life." Zhiqiu Yiye is a bit funny, and Somewhat stupid and bold, Maitreya was obviously released from the lair of the old demon, and when Maitreya courageously said a few words, he was so bold that he wanted to fight the old demon again.

The Sanskrit sound in the distance was already close, Maitreya supporting the barrier, protecting the girl Yuechi and Master Fu, and facing together with Zhiqiu Yiye, only a team of rituals flew in the direction of the hall.

This ritual team is composed of more than ten monks. These monks are as good as the centipedes previously killed by Maitreya. They are all dressed in blue robes, their hair is in a bun, their heads and shoulders are draped with beads, and their appearance is relatively nondescript. Not male or female.

The little demons of the Yi team are all stepping on the void. Among them, four of them are carrying the tent, one person is sitting in the gauze tent, and there is another person holding the treasure building next to the tent to follow. After just a few breaths, he flies over the blood pool of the corpse pile. , Ignoring the several Buddha tables below, and fell straight to Maitreya’s barrier, the original sound of Sanskrit also disappeared, leaving only the whistling of the wind in the air.

"Om Ma Li Pa Mi Moo, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, Die." Zhiqiu Yiye looked at the quiet Yi team Falun, who fell straight to the front, and said the six-character Daming Mantra first, and then the Unique Mantra. , The mana blasted out with the lifting of the finger to the front, but before it got close, it was dissolved by a circle of golden light.

"Go, go out and fight with him, give the younger one to me, and you deal with the old one." Maitreya put the stick behind him, and after covering Yuechi and Master Fu with the enchantment, he greeted Zhiqiu Yiye, and then jumped out of the knot first. boundary.

"I..." Zhiqiu Yiye subconsciously followed Maitreya to jump out of the barrier, and then stared at the short-haired monk, a little speechless, did his opponent reverse the arrangement

Zhiqiu Yiye glared at the opponent's allocation, but Maitreya ignored him. After jumping out of the barrier, he cruelly bit the tip of his right finger for the first time, then drew a picture of Yin and Yang on the center of his left palm with blood, and then closed both palms.

(End of this chapter)