There was no wind in the world, but the old cotton-padded robe fluttered. The Eldest Brother looked at the Chief Monk of Scripture who was sitting cross-legged with a pale face. He said with a confused expression, "Teacher said that you can't do anything."
The Chief Preaching Monk looked at him and said calmly, "Many years ago, I did make a promise to the Headmaster that I wouldn't do anything unless it was the end of the world. However, the Daughter of Yama came to the human world, which was the end of the world. Since then, I have been reading scriptures every night and finally mastered the Buddha's words. I didn't do anything, I just spoke."
The Eldest Brother was startled and shook his head. "Jun Mo is right."
The Chief Preaching Monk didn't understand what he meant. He put his palms together and continued chanting.
Only Ning Que and Qi Mei knew the words: all monks should die. Qi Mei's expression changed slightly, but he didn't show any anger. He just kept silent.
Ning Que was angry, but he was also extremely frightened.
The Chief Preaching Monk's chanting could affect the aura of Heaven and Earth in such a large area around the White Tower Temple. He had created a world in the human world with the Buddha's words. The state he showed was too terrifying.
Ning Que had to admit that the old monk sitting cross-legged with his staff was the most powerful cultivator he had ever seen in his life. He was even stronger than the sword that Liu Bai had used to stab at the Lanke Temple from beyond the sky.
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The chanting continued, the lake was still, and the tower light was condensed.
The White Tower Temple seemed to have become a Buddhist country from the beginning of the world. The aura of Heaven and Earth became extremely peaceful, vaguely connected to a state above the Five States of Taoism. However, it also had a strong sense of suppression. In such a world, cultivators couldn't control the Qi of Heaven and Earth and were no different from ordinary people.
Tens of thousands of Yuelun citizens didn't know what was happening in the Taoist field. They couldn't hear or see, and even if they did, they couldn't understand. They could only instinctively feel that something very solemn and profound was happening. So they bowed to the Chief Preaching Monk again and didn't dare to get up.
The aura of Heaven and Earth gradually calmed. Cultivators couldn't control flying swords, and Buddhist ascetic monks couldn't use all kinds of means. But they could walk, especially the ascetic monks who trained their bodies and spirits in the Wilderness day and night, and the West-Hill Divine Guards who were martial cultivators. They still had some power.
Master Qi Mei led dozens of ascetic monks to the field. More than ten West-Hill Divine Guards, led by two priests in red, walked into the crowd. It seemed that they would soon reach Ning Que.
Ning Que twisted his wrist slightly and tightly held the hilt of the podao. Looking at the crowd, he frowned and frowned. Qi was the Chief Preaching Monk. Although the Great Spirit was suppressed by the Chief Preaching Monk ''s words, his Devil's Monk's body was still strong enough. after. Qi, and King Xian's Preaching Monk's words.
However, Master Qi Mei's body had become Buddha, and he was also a very strong martial artist. Ning Que didn't have the confidence to defeat him in this situation. What made him even more uneasy was that Eldest Brother and Sangsang's bodies were as weak as ordinary people. How could he protect them from harm?
In the land of Buddha in the world, the Buddha's words rang like a distant bell. No matter how strong Ning Que was, he couldn't leave the Buddha's land. No matter how tough he was, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate at this moment.
At this moment, Eldest Brother spoke again.
He was forced out of the Limitless State by the Buddha's words. His face was as pale as paper, and his thin body hung in the air like a willow branch by the lake. But his face and body were still so clean, without a speck of dust.
He looked at the Chief Preaching Monk, and a look of firmness suddenly appeared in his clean eyes. He said slowly, "The Headmaster of Academy once said that a scholar who cherishes life is not enough to be a scholar. A Buddha who cherishes the world is not enough to be called a Buddha."
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Eldest Brother still spoke very slowly and seemed very elegant. His voice was still so gentle and amiable, but his tone was so firm and firm.
What he said was taught to him by his teacher many years ago. Like all the students in the back of the mountain of the Academy, he never doubted his teacher's words, so he thought that his teacher's words must be reasonable.
Reasonable, so of course it was effective. This was what the Academy pursued!
Ning Que didn't understand why Eldest Brother suddenly said such words at this time, and neither did Master Qi Mei. The approaching ascetic monks and West-Hill Divine Guards subconsciously stopped.
Only the Chief Preaching Monk had enough wisdom and experience to understand the meaning of Eldest Brother's words. His expression suddenly became solemn, and he looked at him in surprise. His right hand left the staff.
A scholar who cherishes life is not enough to be a scholar. A Buddha who cherishes the world is not enough to be called a Buddha!
When Eldest Senior Brother said this, the originally quiet world suddenly underwent some extremely subtle changes, and one could faintly hear the sound of cracking.
The White Tower Temple was still the White Tower Temple. It was normal as far as the eye could see, but something seemed to be broken.
Gradually, a breeze rose on the surface of the lake, and the frozen lake began to ripple. The willow branches by the lake seemed to be pulled by an invisible string, and then swayed back and began to swing for the first time.
It turned out that the world of the Buddha land was broken.
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The expression on the Chief Preaching Monk's face was extremely complicated. He didn't expect that Mr. First's casual words could break his Dharma of Words, and was about to destroy his world of the Buddha land.
Although Mr. First of the Academy was already the top figure in the cultivation world, he was after all only a disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. How could he do this? And when did he understand such a Divine Sense?
As the lake wind rose again, the willow branches swayed again, and the ripples on the lake gradually expanded. The Chief Preaching Monk's expression became more and more serious. He reached out his right hand to point at Eldest Brother and said quickly, "As I have heard, there is a mountain named Prajna. It is 108,000 times heavier than Tianqi Mountain. It can fill the storm sea and suppress all demons."
The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the White Tower Temple that was previously quiet suddenly rolled violently. Ordinary people couldn't see it, but cultivators could feel it. It was rolling like heavy rain clouds, and they could feel the terrifying power contained in it. They instinctively felt a strong sense of vigilance, and even wanted to avoid it.
The violent Qi of Heaven and Earth suddenly compressed at an unimaginable speed, and then turned into a seemingly infinite mountain. It broke through the air and blasted at Eldest Brother's body that was gradually getting rid of the restraint of the Buddha's words!
The Buddhist temple was still quiet, and there was no sound. But Eldest Brother felt that his ears rang with the sound of countless boulders crushing his body, as if a mountain had already pressed on his shoulders.
His body was originally very ordinary. Compared to Jun Mo and Ning Que, his shoulders seemed to be unable to bear much weight. He suddenly tottered, and the soles of his shoes touched the ground. His knees gradually bent, but he still refused to fall.
There was a puff.
Eldest Brother spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. He stared at the Chief Preaching Monk's eyes and rebuked him directly, "Confucius said, 'Everyone in the world travels in the same carriage. We should not look inside!' 'Don't speak quickly!' 'Don't point personally!' "
Even at this moment, when he spoke with a reprimanding tone, his voice was still so gentle, making others want to get close to him. It contained a powerful persuasive aura, and it also contained an extremely powerful might.
When the words' don't look inside 'came out, the Chief Preaching Monk suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.
When the words' don't speak quickly 'came out, the scripture he was reciting quickly stopped.
When the words' don't point personally 'came out of Eldest Brother's mouth, the Chief Preaching Monk suddenly felt that the giant mountain named Sumeru was between his fingers. His arm fell down and could no longer point at Eldest Brother's body!
The Chief Preaching Monk's expression became more and more solemn. His long silver eyebrows fluttered, and his lips opened slightly. He recited another scripture. This time, he recited very slowly, but every word was like thunder and extremely strict!
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"This is what I have heard: With the power of Samadhi, all the mountains, trees, plants, and land in the Mist World become the Seven Treasures. Everyone can see it and listen to the wonderful teachings in front of the Buddha."
"As you think, you may see yourself in green, yellow, white, purple, red, black, or wind, or fire, or emptiness, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or fire, or water, or water foam, or mountains, or Emperor Shi, or flowers, or garuda, or stars, or elephants, or wild foxes!"
The Buddha's words resounded through the temple like thunder and kept exploding in the air. The lake suddenly became uneasy, the willow branches on the shore broke and fell, and the White Tower glowed with colorful light!
The tens of thousands of believers who were kneeling on the ground finally heard the thunderous Buddha's voice. They raised their heads subconsciously and looked up at the sky, but there was no trace of lightning.
Countless auras of heaven and earth came from all directions of the Yuelun Kingdom, stirring up dust and wind, breaking trees and startling beasts. They arrived at Chaoyang City and went to the White Tower Temple.
The clouds in the sky had covered Chaoyang City for a whole winter. There was no change except for the continuous gathering of clouds and thickening of them. However, even the strange clouds seemed to feel the horror of the Chief Preaching Monk's Buddha's words and began to stir uneasily.
The dark gray clouds rolled and twisted violently. It looked as if there were thousands of black snakes twisting and twisting inside the clouds. Occasionally, the clouds would be torn apart, revealing a gap for a brief moment. Sunlight would shine through the gap, but it would be scattered by the clouds into countless colors and twisted into countless shapes.
The colors of the heavenly light fell on the White Tower Temple. They were green, white, or black. People looked at the colors on their bodies and were at a loss. In the eyes of the cultivators, the heavenly light that was twisted into countless shapes was even more terrifying. Because in their consciousness, the heavenly light turned into Buddhist Bhantes holding Vajra, ferocious strange beasts of the Buddhist Sect, and countless water and fire pouncing on them!
Ning Que knew that this was not an illusion, nor was it the Chief Preaching Monk's spiritual world. It was the real aura of heaven and earth. The Chief Preaching Monk had used the supreme Buddha's power to simulate the aura of heaven and earth into the shapes of Buddhas in the sky!
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Under the supreme Buddha's power and before the Buddhas in the sky, he had no power to resist. He could only slowly kneel down, his face pale with pain. His Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi seemed to be about to be destroyed!
Sangsang, who was on his back, was in an even worse condition. When the heavenly light shone through the gap in the clouds and fell on her, her body was suddenly plated with a layer of black. Although her face was pale, there was a faint dark gray color. She kept vomiting blood, just like what happened in the back temple of Lanke Temple. All of it had turned into something like ink!
At this time in the White Tower Temple, the only one who could compete with the words of the Chief Preaching Monk was the Eldest Brother of the Academy. Naturally, he became the main target of the supreme Buddha's power.
There were no colors in Eldest Brother's eyes. There were no wild foxes, no giant elephants, no merciless floods, and no raging fire. He only saw the Buddhas in the sky, accompanied by the stars, rushing towards him.
Every king in the ancient myths had supreme Buddha's power. Every Buddha in the Buddhism Sect had supreme Buddha's power. Every star had the power of heaven and earth that could not be shaken.
Eldest Brother's bones began to crack. Blood seeped from the corner of his eyes. His face grew paler, and even his state was on the verge of collapse.
However, his expression was still so resolute.
Eldest Brother raised his head and looked at the raging dark clouds. He looked at the seven-colored light that descended from the sky, the ancient gods and Buddhas, and the stars that fell like rain. He shouted, "I do not speak of strange powers and gods."
He didn't speak.
The Chief Preaching Monk's silver eyebrows drooped. A streak of blood suddenly flashed across his old face. The Buddha's words suddenly stopped!
"Strange!"
"Force!"
"Chaotic!"
"God!"
Eldest Brother spat out a mouthful of blood with every word he said. He had spat out blood four times in a row!
His face became extremely pale, like a clean snowfield that no one had ever seen before.
As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds above Chaoyang City suddenly became still. The violent clouds that had been tearing each other squeezed together in fear, and the gaps that had been opened closed immediately.
Not a single ray of light could penetrate the clouds and shine on the ground. The colorful colors disappeared instantly, and the White Tower Temple returned to its original appearance. The giant elephants and wild foxes formed by the power of Buddha made a few whining sounds and scattered into countless light spots, disappearing into the sky. As for the Legendary venerables of the Buddhist Sect who were holding the golden pestle, the sages in the ancient myths, and the stars that fell like rain, they instantly disappeared without a trace!
He didn't speak of strange powers and chaotic gods.
All the Buddhas retreated!
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The aura of heaven and earth from all over the Yuelun Kingdom gradually stopped, bringing a strong sandstorm to Chaoyang City. The White Tower Temple, which had just returned to its original appearance, suddenly became extremely dark.
The Chief Monk of Scripture silently looked at the figure that could fall at any time in the sandstorm. He looked at his cotton jacket that had been soaked in blood, and his silver eyebrows slowly fluttered. No one knew what he was thinking.
Tens of thousands of people in the White Tower Temple looked at the sky in shock. They didn't understand what had just happened. Many of them began to rub their eyes, wondering if they had hallucinations.
Master Qi Mei and the cultivators of the Buddhism and Taoism sects looked at the scholar in the field. Their faces were full of shock. Even Qi Mei's eyes were full of awe.
Everyone knew that the scholar had been seriously injured in order to resist the Chief Monk's Buddhist words. However, his words could make all the Buddhas disappear, which was enough to shock the world.
Mr. First of the Academy was indeed Mr. First of the Academy.
Eldest Brother raised his right arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the Chief Monk of Scripture and said to Ning Que behind him, "Teacher said that a gentleman does not stand in a dangerous place. If we don't leave now, when will we?"
Ning Que looked at Eldest Brother's back, and suddenly turned around and rushed out of the crowd.
Eldest Brother coughed in pain and disappeared again.
A huge wind rolled up beside the Chief Monk of Scripture.
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