In a desert to the south, the Sky God and the Fertility God stood on top of two mountains of corpses.
This mountain of corpses is made up of countless corpses, and it looks so terrifying. The two people on the mountain of corpses, one is a woman and the other is a man, have very indifferent expressions.
When Li Huguo went to the Temple of the Sun, he was blocked by these two pillar gods. The Sky God was a woman with a snake tail.
"The Holy Light Society, the Zoroastrian Cult, huh, they are all a bunch of rabble..." The God of Fertility, carrying a golden hammer, glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
Li Yuguo thought that he could still deal with a pillar god, but what they had to face now were two gods.
It seems that all members of the Zoroastrian Cult and the Holy Light Society have been wiped out. The strength of these two pillar gods is probably not weak.
"We can still fight!" With the support of Li Bufan, Taoist Master Shenxu came out and said.
"Don't make trouble. If you are here now, you will only become a drag on me. You continue to rush to the Sun Temple. Let me deal with the two pillar gods here." Li Hugo said.
"Are you alone?" Gong Chuchu couldn't help but worry.
Li Huguo smiled and said: "You forgot, I still have many tricks to suppress the bottom box."
"Are you talking about Luo Shen?"
"Yes... that fallen river god, now only she can..." Li Hugo lowered his eyebrows and said, clenching his fists.
Guo Jiao stepped forward: "We share life and death with the leader!"
"Yes, we share life and death!" Other female disciples also said one after another.
"Listen to me, don't make trouble!" Li Yuguo said, "I'm afraid you will only hinder me here and not be of any help. Hurry up..."
"Want to run?" The God of Harvest and the God of Sky attacked the crowd at the same time.
Li Yuguo immediately stabbed the sun-moon knife on the ground: "Ice prison!"
Wow!
A large number of chains made of ice immediately shot out from the ground, binding the two pillar gods. Quetzalcoatl appeared in the sky, and the huge body of the fish also helped Li Yuguo occupy the two pillar gods.
"Hurry up to the temple, I will catch up soon, before they can break free!" Li Huguo exclaimed.
"Let's go!" Gong Chuchu gritted her teeth. She knew that at this point in time, she could no longer joke around, so she had no choice but to go up.
"Damn it, let us go!" The God of Harvest struggled, and cracks began to appear on the ice chains on his body.
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In another canyon, a large group of monks had surrounded a goddess holding a shield.
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the Prajna Buddhas, the Prajna Parmakong!"
The two monks, who were suffering from backache and fatigue, performed Buddhist teachings at the same time. Suddenly, golden light penetrated the goddess's body like a long sword, imprisoning him between heaven and earth. The goddess shouted angrily: "Let me go, let me go quickly. !”
"Female donor, you are so good! You put down the butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately. As the saying goes, suffering is not suffering, happiness is not happiness, it is just a temporary obsession. If you are obsessed with one thought, you will be trapped in one thought; if you let go of one thought, you will be free in your heart. Things follow your heart. Turn, the environment is created by the heart, and all worries are born by the heart, Amitabha." He said to the goddess with his hands aching because of his back pain.
The guardian goddess was so angry that she screamed: "Let me go if you dare, I will fight you bald donkeys for three hundred rounds!"
"The female donor seems to have something on her mind. How about I recite a section of the Diamond Sutra for the female donor to drive away the distracting thoughts in her mind?" said the sore back.
"Get out! I won't listen!"
"Brother, the lay people outside often say that women like to talk sarcastically. When they say they want it, they don't want it. When they say they don't want it, they want it. So this female donor says she won't listen, but she just wants to hear it, Amitabha." Weali said.
"So that's how it is. The poor monk used the magnetic voice of the poor monk to recite for the female donor a hundred times..." With a sore back, he thought thoughtfully: "I wish to use this merit to adorn the Buddha's Pure Land, repay the fourfold kindness above, and help the three below." The journey is difficult, if anyone has seen and heard it, please arouse the bodhicitta, fulfill this Sambhogakaya, and be reborn in the Land of Ultimate Bliss. I hope that with this merit, all the obstacles of past karma will be eliminated, all grievances and debts will be liberated, and happiness, wisdom, health and well-being will remain..."
"Ah... I have a headache. Stop reading, stop reading!" The patron goddess shouted, hearing these verses made her head swell.
Her eyes widened due to backache, and she thought to herself: "She still wants to listen, and she still wants to listen! Is my voice so magnetic and attractive? If she likes to listen, then I will continue to read!"
"God, you bald donkey can't understand human language!" the patron goddess yelled. When she heard Weili said something ironic, she immediately said, "I want to listen, I want to listen, don't stop!"
"Pfft..." A monk couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. However, he felt that he had lost his composure, so he quickly said the Buddha's name and stuffed a ball of cotton into his ear.
I saw these young monks, with cotton stuffed in their ears, and they were all very happy and free.
And backache originally thought that the goddess didn't want to hear it, but when he heard the words "Don't stop", he was immediately confident and continued to chant: "A hundred times of the Diamond Sutra is not enough, I will recite the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra to you a hundred times." how?"
He cleared his throat: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who has been practicing deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that all five aggregates are empty, and endures all hardships. Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, feelings, thoughts, and consciousness Likewise, relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
"I'll fuck you, uncle!" The goddess couldn't stand it anymore and swore directly.
Weali said to Amitabha: "The female donor really thinks she is a polite person, and she still knows how to greet the poor fellow, senior brother... How about you recite the Mahaprajna Sutra and the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra a hundred times later?"
Backache nodded.
And the guardian goddess spurted out a mouthful of old blood: "You... you..."
She fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yaosuan immediately stepped forward: "Amitabha, female donor, are you okay?"
"I'm the master of every one of you! It's better to torture me like this than to kill me with one knife..." the guardian goddess murmured. Her body began to collapse, and what appeared in the pile of rubble was a body. A woman's body has nothing to cover.
All the monks quickly turned their backs and chanted in unison: "Amitabha, do not look at the propriety that is not the norm; do not listen to the propriety that is not the propriety; do not speak the propriety that is not the propriety; do not touch the propriety that is not the propriety..."
"Donor, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Backache took off his cassock and covered the woman's body.
The woman was bleeding from all seven holes: "Stay away from me..."
Her eyes were empty, looking at the birds in the sky: "It would be great if I were like a bird, free... flying... flying..."