Why did Hao Duanrui pull out Yaodao, an old monster that had been dead for many years? Buddha Tou was a little caught off guard. This is just like Sun Wukong in Dragon Ball who went through all kinds of troubles to defeat Frieza. Years later, Frieza was resurrected and became stronger. He is simply haunting.
"What a powerful resentment, how could the remnant soul of the demon suddenly go berserk." Fotou said he couldn't understand.
If the remnant soul of the evil spirit had been so violent, it would have been impossible for Li Xianyu to survive until now. Something must have happened to him not long ago. But these are not important anymore. The most urgent task is to convince the demon successor. If the physical persuasion of the unparalleled fighting spirit doesn't work, only mental persuasion will work.
"Papa!" Two tentacles struck the Buddha's back without any warning. The force was enough to crack the steel, but it was unable to shake the Buddha's skinny and old body.
"Almsgiver Li..." Buddha Tou glanced at the slime and said compassionately: "This thing is unruly and untamable, and it will definitely become a big problem in the future."
"But I can't do anything about it, I can only suppress it." Grandma sighed.
Hearing this, Slime became obviously proud, danced wildly with his tentacles, and whipped the Buddha's head several times.
"The Demon Dao couldn't get rid of it back then. That's because the demon has entered the bone marrow and has become one with him. But now that it is imprisoned in the left hand, the operating space is much wider." The Buddha's head smiled: "There is something in Lianghua Temple The secret method of sealing demons uses Buddhism as a cage and the power of incense and vows as flames, which is especially suitable for sealing this kind of guy. After suppressing it for seventy-seven forty-nine years, even the most stubborn monster will be wiped out."
"It's not bad." Grandma's eyes lit up: "This thing is stubborn, but it is a living thing after all. It has been tempered with Buddhism and incense for forty-nine years, and even grinding will wear it to death."
The tentacles that were dancing wildly stiffened, and they retracted calmly, obediently lying on the ground, doing their duty honestly.
"Amitabha!" The Buddha's head clasped his hands together, and the "Swastika" character lit up between his eyebrows. It rotated clockwise, creating ripples of golden light. It turned faster and faster, and when it reached a certain level, the swastika broke away from the Buddha's head and between his eyebrows, imprinted on Li Xianyu's eyebrows, and then disappeared.
Grandma breathed a sigh of relief. With Buddha Head taking action, this wave was very stable.
Her combat power is unparalleled in the world, but mental power is not what she is good at. When it comes to mental power, from ancient times to the present, the two Buddhist sects have been the masters in this area.
Buddhist zazen and Taoist meditation are both supreme methods of condensing spiritual power. A senior monk can sit in meditation for ten years, while a Taoist otaku can even live in seclusion for a period of a year. This level of spiritual power is terrifying.
Anyone who is a master of both Buddhism and Taoism is worthy of being invincible in spiritual power.
The only thing I have to worry about now is whether my great-grandson can hold on. His sea of consciousness is like an untouched maiden. Now there are fallen angels, remnants of evil spirits, slimes, and a Buddha head... .Suddenly they were full of big men, and they were all at the level of African chiefs.
Grandma was afraid that the eldest daughter of her family would not be able to bear it.
But if you can hold on, the benefits are obvious. The great-grandson's spiritual training will be more effective with half the effort. Others still need to open up the sea of consciousness so that they can accommodate longer and larger sizes. The great-grandson does not need to do this. He can directly accommodate the size of an African chief. , one step less to develop, just accumulating mental power is enough.
Mental strength will increase by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.
"The advantage of hard work is that it always comes with opportunities. This is something that previous generations of successors do not have, so the promotion speed of previous generations of successors is far slower than him. The disadvantage is that you can't tell when Qiao Qiao will die. Should you let him go in advance? Leave some blood for the Li family." Grandma was deeply entangled.
... ...
The Buddha's head is condensed and formed in a colorful sea of consciousness. The sea of consciousness is the saying of Buddhism, and Taoism is also called Zifu. The human soul resides in the sea of consciousness.
The sea of consciousness of a normal person is colorful, representing the seven emotions and six desires and all kinds of distracting thoughts. Ordinary people cannot freely touch the sea of consciousness, and occasionally enter it in dreams, arousing the seven emotions and six desires in the sea of consciousness, and then they have various dreams.
The Buddha glanced at the sea of consciousness and was slightly stunned. In the colorful world, blue and cyan are the most common. The former represents calmness and reason, while the latter represents depression and fear.
Next is dark red, which represents blood and killing.
He didn't have much contact with Li Xianyu. From Fotou's understanding, this apprentice's son was intelligent, but also very wild and a standard prodigal. However, in his sea of consciousness, the purple color representing lust had no place.
Reason and calmness are his strengths; depression and fear should come from his own situation; blood and killing represent his hatred of the outside world.
The exaggeration, irreverence, and dissolute behavior he displayed were just his disguise.
Seeing the deepest mental state is equivalent to understanding a person deeply. Fotou knew what was going on, but his heart was unmoved. He didn't care how difficult Li Xianyu's situation was.
Buddhism not only talks about compassion, but also about cause and effect and destiny.
This is the fate Li Xianyu must bear.
The colorful world rumbled, black and red rapidly expanded, occupying half of the sky. The two emotions condensed into a vague outline of a man's face.
On the other side, all the colors are twisted into one, turning into an image of a female angel with wings spread out and embossed.
Then, two legs appeared around the small waist of the female angel, tightly entangled, and a head poked out from behind her.
The fallen angel was carrying a vague humanoid figure on its back. The figure huddled on the fallen angel's back tremblingly, occasionally waving its arms to cheer her on.
This scene is both abstract and vivid. It gives the impression that a mother is carrying her son on her back to the battlefield. The son is almost scared to death, but he still stubbornly cheers for his mother!
"Amitabha." The Buddha's head recited the Buddha's name, like a bell, and the heaven and earth shook.
The golden Buddha's light rose from his body. This shimmer of light expanded very quickly. Soon, the golden light burned up the sea of consciousness, forming a tripartite trend with the colorful fallen angels and the black-red demon path.
The two sides in the confrontation noticed the Buddha's head and looked over.
The human figure on the fallen angel's back was so excited that he waved his arms vigorously and conveyed a message to the Buddha's head: "Grandpa, dear grandpa, your grandson is here."
Buddha's head twitched slightly, ignored him, and rode the golden light to the opposite side of the demon road's remnant soul. The golden light in the sky was in sharp contrast with the surging black and red colors.
"Master Wangchen, death is like a lamp going out. There is no reincarnation in the world. No matter what happened, it has passed. Why persist in it?" The Buddha's head clasped his hands together: "Let it go."
The remnant soul of the demonic path did not speak. He looked at the Buddha's head indifferently, and the red anger surged endlessly.
The vague human figure claiming to be his grandson conveyed another message: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense to him, recite Buddhist scriptures and save him."
The Buddha thought it made sense and recited Buddhist scriptures: "Amitabha, Buddha's Dharma is boundless..."
Between heaven and earth, there was another sound like Hong Zhong Da Lu.
The Buddha's head transformed into two, two into three, three into six... and finally divided into eighteen golden bodies. Some stand on dragons, some ride white tigers, some raise their hands to the sky, and some sit cross-legged majestically.
Visualization method: Eighteen Arhats!
Both Taoism and Buddhism have their own unique method of visualization, which is a spiritual practice method. The method of visualization cannot be achieved quickly, only by water grinding. It is extremely rare for an ordinary monk to visualize one of the Eighteen Arhats in the sea of consciousness after ten years of meditation. But the Buddha's head can visualize eighteen Arhats at once, which is the ultimate way.
These eighteen Arhats are the embodiment of the spiritual power of the Buddha head, and they also possess very powerful fighting power.
There are eighteen people in total who are as powerful as me, so I ask you if you are afraid.
Eighteen golden arhats rushed towards the demonic path and were instantly submerged in the thick black and red mist clouds. The clouds representing anger and fear were surging, and sometimes golden light penetrated the clouds and shone out.
The fallen angel fluttered its wings and wanted to go to help, but the vague human figure behind her quickly stopped her: "Mom, don't go, don't go, you are injured and can't fight again, let the Buddha-headed old bald donkey charge into the battle. "
If you don't embrace the thighs of the world's most powerful person, it will be useless.
After a while, the roar of a Buddha-headed lion came from the surging clouds: "Buddha's Dharma is boundless. Donor, do you understand now?"
The black and red clouds exploded, and the demon's face collapsed and disappeared.
The two emotional colors of black and red returned to the colorful army. Seeing that their generals were slaughtered, the two groups of rebels immediately abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side. Li Xianyu felt relieved and relieved.
The eighteen Arhats merged into one body and turned into an old and skinny Buddha head.
Li Xianyu flew over on his little mother, with tears of gratitude on his face: "Father is a good mother, but she is not as good as grandpa. Thank you grandpa for saving your life."
Buddha head looked at him indifferently, and it was really hard for his blurry face to make a grateful expression.
Li Xianyu's spiritual cultivation is far from enough to touch his own sea of consciousness, let alone manifest his own image. Such a vague human form still relies on fusion with the fallen angel.
"Grandpa, has the remnant soul of the evil spirit been eliminated?"
"Where do you come from, where are you going back?" Buddha shook his head: "Even a ray of remnant soul cannot be solved by three punches and two kicks."
The demonic path is so strong...
Li Xianyu was worried, and at the same time he was a little bit hateful because of love. He had experienced watching memories several times, and he had an inexplicable fondness for the demon.
I treat you like an old friend, but you want to take me away.
Love is paid by mistake, bah, the scumbag forgets the dust.
"Is there a way to save the remnant soul of the Demon Dao?" After Li Xianyu asked, he remembered that he did not add an honorific title, and hurriedly made up for it: "Grandpa."
Fotou had been alone for decades, and suddenly he had a grandson. He called him a grandpa and his heart ached.
"Forcibly resolving it will take some time, unless we can get rid of his obsession, but that is almost impossible..." The Buddha's head suddenly stopped.
"Master, do you know what the demon's resentment is?" Li Xianyu said seriously. This time, he had no skin, but a serious expression (although his face was blurred).
"Why mention the old things again!" Fotou sighed.
Death is like a lamp going out, and there is no reincarnation in the world.
Therefore, the four words "debts will be cleared after death" are recognized principles in the blood community. Li Wuxiang had been begging for death for many years, and after the Wushuang War Spirit proclaimed himself, the Blood World did not find Li Xianyu for twenty years. If it hadn't coincided with the opening of the Pantheon Palace, Li Xianyu wouldn't have become the target of public criticism.
Whether it's the debtor or the debt collector, everything becomes empty when he dies.
"Master, please tell me." Li Xianyu clasped his hands together and said in a serious tone: "Do you know the two Taoist priests Taisu and Wangzhen?"
The truth he wanted to know might lie in Buddha's head.
(End of chapter)