Use the secret technique of Buddhism to identify the primordial spirit, and force the lower realm to seize the house and cultivate the Buddha.
Such actions, let alone Mu Tiannan being shot while lying down, even Lin Luoran was sweating profusely. No matter what kind of Buddha he has cultivated, the rat demon is acting now, and he has clearly entered the way of the devil long ago. Presumably, when I eavesdropped on the secrets of the Buddhist sect, I knew that the proving of the gods and Buddhas is closely related to the power of faith. The news I got from eavesdropping is naturally scattered. If you can become a Buddha just by relying on foolish people to obtain the power of faith, that is really a god. Buddha is not as good as a dog.
Lin Luoran asked herself to be a god, and the time and place were right for people to gather with the three of them. If there was no golden book and seal from the heavenly court, what would she do to become a god
Gods and Buddhas are not the same as "immortals". The latter are monks who understand the way of heaven and reach a certain level of strength. Gods and Buddhas both have positions. Gods need to be canonized by the heavens, and "Buddhas" need the light of the spiritual mountain.
Lin Luoran is not the only one who wants to seize the godhead, but the rat demon has met. The Yamato no Orochi of the island country did this hundreds of years ago.
At that time, her cultivation base was low, and Yagi chose to perish together. It was the remnant soul of the island country's "Goddess of Muhime Flower Coconut Life" who dissipated her faith and dealt with Yamata no Orochi. But now, although the rat demon was born in the spirit world, it only left the fetus in the womb to rebuild. Hundreds of years of practice is really nothing to eat!
However, it is said that Zhixiu "woke up" from the sluggish state for more than 70 years. With his means, it is debatable whether he can't deal with the rat demon or whether he has other worries.
Hearing Lin Luoran's question, the little novice felt even more embarrassed.
"Buddhist supernatural powers are mostly used to assist sentient beings. Apart from the natural ability to restrain demons, they don't have much attack power. The rat demon restrains his wish power and hides his soul very deeply. Buddhist supernatural powers can't help him. More importantly, He has been operating on this planet for many years, the cult has been bewitching the hearts of the people too deeply, and the centipede is dead but not stiff, if it cannot be uprooted in one fell swoop, the rebounding power of the Posama Sect will be enough to turn the entire continent into a real Shura purgatory."
As soon as Lin Luoran explained it, he immediately understood that Zhixiu's words must contain elements of self-effacing. It's not that he couldn't deal with the rat monster, but because he had no helpers to deal with the follow-up incident after the rat monster was dealt with.
"This bodhi tree is a rare species that is rare in a thousand years. The rat demon uses the spirit of resentment as nourishment to raise the buddha-like bodhi tree to a level of demonic aura. Both must be wiped out."
Lin Luoran pointed to his feet, "Master, there should be thousands of resentful spirits trapped in the interstellar teleportation array under the tree."
"As Layman Lin said, the moment the rat kills the tree and dies, the formation that traps the wraith under the tree is also destroyed, and the wraith flees in all directions. It's against the law of heaven that this planet will surely burn all lives."
What a stable triangular relationship, the rat demon in human skin, the bodhi tree, and the wraith are intertwined. Even if there are Buddhist masters who visit this planet by chance, it is really a "rat-tossing tool" to clean up the rat demon. For the sake of more innocent creatures, I must endure this bad breath.
Procrastinating and procrastinating will inevitably let the rat demon who is a local snake take the lead.
Mu Tiannan, who was repeatedly shot in the knee, finally had a chance to speak, "Now we have three people, wouldn't it be good to deal with the rat demon, destroy the tree, and suppress the wraith?"
Lin Luoran pondered for a while before nodding: "The demon soul with a human body, it can be seen that Buddhist supernatural powers are useless to it, but it can still use Buddhist methods to deal with the third brother. It seems that only I personally deal with the rat demon, and the third brother is responsible for destroying it. Tree, Master’s burden should be heavier, how about entrusting the thousands of wraiths under the tree to you?”
Saving people is something that the monster tribe is very good at, but Sange Mu is very good at destroying people. No matter how stubborn the root system of the Bodhi tree is, he only needs to cooperate with Lin Luoran to draw all the vitality in the tree, and the natural spirit species is also alive. Can't go down.
Lin Luoran's proposal was very sympathetic to Zhixiu, and the three of them discussed again. Zhixiu divided the white circle of light surrounding the three of them into three, and threw Lin Luoran and Mu Tiannan out of the Bodhi Tree space , I went to the bottom of the tree where the resentful spirits gathered.
The sky was low, and the air was filled with the smell of burning candle smoke and rich sandalwood.
I don't know what kind of Buddhist technique Zhixiu distributed the white halo on her body. Two big living people came out of the tree one after the other. Outside the bodhi tree, dozens of monks were sitting on the ground surrounded the trunk, and the torches in front of the temple illuminated the surroundings. It was like daylight, but no monk found the whereabouts of the two.
Having been together for a hundred years, Lin Luoran and Mu Tiannan already had a tacit understanding. They looked at each other and nodded, Lin Luoran sneaked into the temple, Mu Tiannan stayed where he was, turned around and put his hand on Lao Pi's jagged bodhi tree trunk, quietly Close your eyes quietly and feel the majestic vitality of the thousand-year-old tree.
The bodhi tree provides nourishment with demonic means, and the demonic power in Sange Mu's body comes from the same source, and slowly penetrates into it, but for a while, the rat demon closely connected with the bodhi tree is not touched.
The little novice Zhixiu who stayed in the space under the tree looked at the painful and angry tens of thousands of resentful spirits and sighed. The scriptures he recited in his mouth turned into white lotuses and leaped out of the altar. There are some ostentations, but the true peace of the Buddha is stained.
Lin Luoran had already sneaked into the temple.
The mountains are high and the temples are large. On a summer night, the wind passes through the stone-built and lacquered temples, and the candles are flickering, which makes the sacred halls of the Basha Kingdom feel quite jittery.
All the monks in the temple gathered in the main hall for evening classes. Lin Luoran stood outside the door and listened quietly for a while. In terms of piety, it was no worse than what she had heard in the Buddhist sect on Earth, and the fluctuations in the monks' belief power could also reflect They are strong.
It's a pity that when you recite the scriptures in the morning and evening, what you read at the beginning is absurd scriptures, and you can't find the right way of Buddhism after practicing for a thousand years.
With some regret, a ball of white light appeared in Lin Luoran's palm. She lowered her head and blew into her palm, and the white light expanded like a bubble until it completely enveloped the hall.
Some monks had already noticed something was wrong and stopped chanting. The white light shrunk again and again until the air around the monks condensed and kept them in their original positions. Lin Luoran showed a satisfied expression.
Of course, such a big killer move is not a "small thousand world", but the fairy art "drawing the ground as a prison" she learned during the century-old reconstruction of the earth.
To deal with enemies whose cultivation base is far lower than his own, it is easy and comfortable to paint the ground as a prison, which means that an immortal is playing with mortals from above. Of course, to deal with an opponent as strong as Lin Luoran like the Rat Demon, "drawing the ground as a prison" is only a waste of spiritual energy in the body.
There was not much movement in Xianshu, but the rat demon sitting on the futon in the back hall still noticed the abnormality.
Spells, spells, and fairy arts are all strictly graded. Not to mention the cultivation world, even the spiritual world rarely has fairy arts handed down. It is Lin Luoran who is deeply blessed by God. If ordinary monks can study the incomplete inheritance of fairy arts It was already lucky, she shocked the mouse monster with this move.
A red light flashed in the mouse monster's eyes, it was indeed careless.
The combination of a monk, a demon and a god is wrong in that it should not expect the Bodhi tree to completely trap the three of them.
Lin Luoran went to the apse of the temple after searching for traces, and opened the store door with a flick of his sleeves. The candles were all extinguished in an instant, leaving only lingering smoke scurrying around, and the mouse monster had disappeared from the futon.
Lin Luoran became vigilant, a gust of wind blew up from behind, under the heavy blow, the white aura bestowed by Zhixiu was shattered, and Lin Luoran fell into the hall with a muffled grunt.
The figure of the rat demon appeared in the air, without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his hand and made another blow, and a big handprint of Buddha's light was covered, and the entire apse was crushed instantly. There is only a deep pit left in the apse.
Not only the dozens of monks sitting cross-legged under the bodhi tree were startled, but also many believers who had not yet dispersed at the foot of the mountain were shocked when they saw the golden handprints falling from mid-air.
Dozens of monks under the Bodhi tree are still considering whether to stick to the tree or return to the temple. The unarmed people at the foot of the mountain are terrified, but they stand still and recite the scriptures silently, which brings a lot of help to the rat demon.
The light clusters of faith flew up to the top of the mountain one after another and gathered in the golden body temple. The mouse demon was refreshed and smiled, and Lin Luoran flew out of the pit with a disheveled face, lamenting the turn of the feng shui—after leaving the earth, her protagonist's aura dimmed, and she immediately turned into cannon fodder.
Not to mention that Posama Sect is a cult of ten thousand sects, but Ramaya is indeed the "dojo" where rat monsters have experienced for thousands of years. The current situation is like she led her followers to resist the Alpha Alliance's starship in Dongting City. The rat monsters are so powerful that everyone is united It is extremely difficult to deal with, but she is playing the role of the Alpha Alliance.
No, the longer it drags on, the wider the scope of the shock will be. Doesn't it mean that she wants to make enemies with the hundreds of millions of people in the entire Basha Kingdom, and the fun will be great.
The one who smashes the power of faith is the second best!
Lin Luoran had already fought several tricks with the rat monster while thinking about it. The rat monster took advantage of the location. Compared with it, Lin Luoran had a stable godhead advantage. Between brothers and sisters, the other party's tricks are very secretive.
Lin Luoran gritted her teeth, and the white light came out again from the palm of her hand. She lowered her head and blew lightly, and the mask covered her and the rat demon together.
It's fairy art!
After the monk Yuanying, after the transformation of the demon race, "spells" became the mainstream, and using Lin Luoran's strength to perform fairy arts was only practical, but it was destined to be powerful at a higher level than magic.
The rat demon has its origins, and there is also a scaled claw's inheritance of fairy art at the bottom of the press box. Lin Luoran was so familiar with it that it surprised it.
But it soon discovered that it didn't know whether the opponent's brain was filled with bean dregs or the "immortal technique" in her hand was not an anti-dog, and it trapped the divine female cultivator with it.
Within the scope of the fairy art that is a prison, the coercion is getting heavier, and the mouse monster has supernatural powers. Although it feels thick all around, and it seems that a rope is tied around the neck, making it difficult to speak, but this does not conceal its mockery of Lin Luoran:
"You surpassed your own ability to cast the fairy art, what's the use of trapping the deity, I'm afraid you have no spare power to launch an attack?!"
Lin Luoran tried to smile, "Buddhist cultivators have the ability to transform many into one, and one into many; the big becomes small, and the small becomes big; entering the water and entering the ground is not hindered by mountains, rivers and stone walls, and can fly freely in the air, come and go. It's okay... without fairy art, how can I trap you."
The ridicule in the mouse demon's eyes is getting stronger and bigger, what's the use of trapping it, the power of faith it can get is endless if the motherland is not destroyed, but the female cultivator who traps it is consuming, one after another, even if it is How long can the fairy art trap it!
Lin Luoran kept silent, and with a movement of her finger, the space under the mask was completely frozen, and neither the mouse demon nor herself could move within the range of the fairy art.
There was a white ball of light hanging in the night sky, the brilliance even covered the moonlight in the distance, the followers of Posama Sect at the foot of the mountain were at a loss, but the monk Shushi who was sitting cross-legged under the bodhi tree couldn't bear it any longer and stood up.
As soon as they moved, they stood still with their eyes closed, and Mu Tiannan, who was pressing his palms against the bodhi tree trunk, also moved!
Gurgling, the pulsating sound of a trickle.
Similar to the ups and downs of the beating frequency of a human heart, it is the heartbeat of the Bodhi tree, which is closely connected with the rat demon. This tree is "alive"!
It stands to reason that he should have developed his wits and became a demon a long time ago. If he doesn't understand, Mu Tiannan doesn't think about it. It's easy to "live". He learned sorcery from an old bat. He even sucked human blood. It is not easy to kill a tree, but if it is replaced by "swallowing", it is perfect for Mu Sange.
Mu Tiannan's five fingers turned into hooks, piercing the bark and sinking into the trunk.
There was a suction force in the tree trying to drag him in, Mu Tiannan spread his wings wide and stood there motionless like a clock.
A demon tree that has not developed its intelligence is trying to compete with him, it is really overestimated!
The black band of light wandered across the open space in front of the temple, the monks exclaimed, and turned back with the copper lamp in hand, Mu Tiannan opened and closed the black wings, pulling all the monks behind him and knocking them out.
And the corners of his mouth raised evil spirits, the essence of the bodhi tree began to flow into his body along the hand inserted into the trunk, let the bodhi tree shake its leaves frantically, how can a tree trapped in place compete for the power of the big demon? Devour
The eyes of the mouse monster in "Drawing the Ground as a Prison" are about to burst, Lin Luoran traps it, and it turns out that the idea is to destroy the Bodhi tree!
How could two monks who had just arrived in Posa Kingdom know its details? Could it be... that little novice monk who wandered around in the monastery was actually a deep-seated Buddhist cultivator
Impossible, you have to use the "Fate Master" to see through its origin. Such a Buddhist master is also the top in the spiritual world, how could he go down to the world to fight against it... Zhixiu reincarnated several times to rebuild and stay in the mortal world in order to prove cause and effect and find the true truth. The Western Paradise, perseverance and vision are beyond the imagination of the rat demon.
The yellow and leaves of the bodhi tree were gradually withering, and the rat monster was struggling with energy and blood in the "prison".
Lin Luoran frowned tightly, insisting that Qingshan would not let go, and only tried her best to maintain the cage that trapped her together.
As Mu Tiannan devoured the life essence of the Bodhi tree, the red light in his eyes grew brighter and his eyes were alluring. Before he entered the chaotic spiritual spring of the Jinling underground palace to wash away the magic energy, the essence of this tree was a real tonic. At this moment, all the devilish energy in his body was exhausted, leaving only the devilish power, and the bodhi tree was nourished by resentful spirits, absorbing the essence of the tree, Mu Tiannan could hardly suppress the surge of demonic blood energy.
With a heart sway, and fingers folded together, all the life essence of the whole tree entered into the body, Mu Tiannan's eyes were red as if they were about to shed tears of blood—
The thousand-year-old tree with intertwined roots was completely dead, and it fell backwards under the flapping of Mu Tiannan's wings. The tree's body was as heavy as gold and iron, smashing the door of a beautiful temple to pieces.
As soon as the tree died, Lin Luoran had already dispersed from the cage, and the mouse demon spat out a mouthful of blood, and hit Lin Luoran with another handprint.
Lin Luoran's pale face flashed away, and the majestic "Buddha Lord" who had his arm cut off didn't have half the dignity, but it was Mu Tiannan who didn't pursue the tree-destroying one, and only stared at Lin Luoran's death attack.
Lin Luoran often wanted to write golden characters with his finger pen, but suffered from being chased by the rat monster without any gaps.
The believers of the Posuo Mai sect at the foot of the mountain could only hear a few loud bangs on the top of the mountain. The brilliant light from the fight between the two made the top of the mountain as bright as day, and most of the towering golden temple had collapsed.
As soon as the fairy art that trapped the monks in the hall was withdrawn, the monks regained their freedom. Lin Luoran and their "Buddha Lord" turned into two streamers of light to chase after each other in mid-air. The monks had never seen such a rampant evil temple. If you get out of trouble, you have to go to the bell tower to ring the alarm and recruit believers from all over the country to help.
The rat demon in mid-air laughed loudly: "You guys have committed so many crimes that you destroyed my mother-in-law's thousand-year-old Bodhi tree... You are not afraid to eat and hold on!"
The mouse demon laughed loudly like a bell, and the believers down the mountain were relieved. It seemed that Lord Buddha was not hurt by Esha.
Only the second half of the sentence deliberately lowered his voice, and Lin Luoran couldn't help but feel a little worried about Mu Tiannan: He had been destroying the tree for some time, and he had been standing blankly in front of the pit, wondering if something went wrong.
"You can't overestimate your own strength. How can a little monster absorb the life essence of the bodhi tree? It's just to change the bodhi tree into a human form and take root in the country again..."
The rat demon said that he would not pursue anymore, Lin Luoran was inexplicably surprised, but saw that the monks had already climbed up the high bell tower, hugged the log with all their strength, and were about to ring the huge bronze bell.
She intuitively felt that it was not a good thing for the monks to be successful, but the rat demon tightly locked her breath, as if she had the aura of attacking it with all its strength whenever she moved, which made Lin Luoran in a dilemma.
Before long, a black light shot out, and amidst the roar of the monks, the tall bell tower was destroyed and collapsed, and the big copper bell was smashed into an indistinguishable copper lump under one blow.
Mu Tiannan, who was deemed by the rat demon to have overestimated his abilities to attack the bodhi tree, and was doomed, moved his wings slightly and was suspended in mid-air.
Mu Tiannan's eyes are clear, what's wrong with him
"Impossible...!" The rat demon seemed to have suffered a great blow.
Third Brother Mu coughed twice, and spit out a ball of red light from his mouth, pinching it with his hands in disgust.
"It's unpalatable."
The red light group is naturally the life essence of the Bodhi tree, Lin Luoran slightly moved his shoulders and laughed softly—now Sange Mu is very picky, and not everything will be eaten easily.