Tang Sanzang was taller than the average person. His face was pale but glowed like the moonlight. He was extremely delicate and slender. He even had a scholarly aura that even Xuanzang didn't have. He was like a Confucian monk. Half of him was refined and elegant, the other half was demonic.
Magician saw many dangerous things in the eyes of such a gentle monk.
In comparison, Xuan Zang's eyes were as blank as a shell that had been stripped clean, withered and weightless. In Tang Sanzang's eyes, however, there was a heavy weight. On one hand, it was a crazy demonic nature that wanted to burn the world to ashes. On the other hand, there seemed to be fuel hidden deep within that demonic nature that supported the burning of the demonic nature.
It was sincere, the purest love.
The Monkey King saw through Xuanzang's disloyalty. He said calmly, "When the Medicine Fork Gong Wang established, he said to the millions and billions of people, 'From love comes worry, from love comes fear. If you are separated from love, there is no worry or fear …'" On the surface, Tang Sanzang looked even more otherworldly than Xuanzang. It was as if he wasn't a person of the mortal world.
It was as if he came from the nine heavens and descended from the clouds, transcending the mortal world.
But this power that transcended the mortal world seemed to come from the pain in his heart. Because of the pain, he transcended the mortal world. Because of the pain, he became real. Because of the pain, he became a demon. That was disloyalty!
San Zang's palm in front of his chest was slender and clean. However, there were slivers of clear and dirty blood and the various viciousness of the eight hundred form gods and daemons. The vengeful spirits of the form gods, or rather, their innate nature as daemons, all wrapped around San Zang's body, constantly wailing.
In the wailing of the ghosts, the monk became more otherworldly, but also more demonic.
Zhuang Bifan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He said with a trembling voice, "What should we do? Abe died without being able to fight back! "
Magician calmed down and said seriously, "There are mistakes. If we can't kill the Monkey King, killing Tang Sanzang will be worth it! I don't believe he's scarier than the Monkey King! "
Tang Sanzang chuckled and said, "Nine lifetimes ago, I was the golden cicada. I didn't listen to the dharma, and I rashly refuted the dharma. In the nine reincarnations, even though they had the heart of Buddha, their nature was not complete. There were even some who were reprimanded by the Buddha, which gave birth to resentment and hatred. In this life of reincarnation, he was infatuated with a mortal girl. This was infatuation. When he found out the truth, he was angry when he found out that this woman was just troubled by the nameless Bodhisattva. The Demon King, Monkey King, broke the Buddha's Palm and shattered my zen heart. This is despair. Because of one thing, Miss Duan was innocently attacked. Fate came and went, so he felt guilty. From then on, questioning the Dharma and going astray because of emotions is bigotry. A zen heart possessed by the devil, trying in vain to use peerless magic power to change everything. This was madness. After becoming a demon, all thoughts turn to dust. Only the demonic nature remains. It is empty and lonely, exceptionally lonely. "
"Therefore, everything, arrogance, hatred, obsession, anger, despair, guilt, stubbornness, madness, loneliness … helped me become a demon!"
Jin Gang Zhi said in fear, "Venerable Xuanzang, you must not let your heart waver from your nine lives of cultivation!" Xuanzang, who was about to turn grayish-white, only silently placed his hand on his chest and said softly, "The Buddha is merciful!"
Tang Sanzang laughed and pinched Jin Gang Zhi's head. He said softly to Xuanzang, "Even now, you still want the Buddha to be merciful? Trash! Where is the Buddha? The Buddha is nothing! When you are in despair and pain, is there any use in praying to the Buddha? Instead of praying to the Buddha, it is better to pray to yourself … Praying to the Buddha is not as good as becoming a demon. "
"All the tragedies are because you are powerless."
"Back then, as its second disciple, didn't I enter the reincarnation cycle just like that? Then, what about everything in the reincarnation cycle? It is the one tormenting you! Is there any use in cultivating Buddhism? If I didn't become a demon, I would have achieved enlightenment. If I didn't become a demon, I would have achieved enlightenment. What about you? "Sanzang said to Jin Gang Zhi in disdain," In the end, you are still a door guard. "
"You still talk about saving all living beings from suffering, about being merciful. I can only see one word in all the scriptures — power! "
Jin Gang Zhi's eyes widened in anger. The corners of his eyes cracked, and golden tears of blood seeped out of his eyes. He roared at Xuanzang, "Venerable Xuanzang, subdue your heart! Don't waste the efforts of the bodhisattvas and the Buddha to enlighten you! This second heart is only formed by the external demon stirring up the internal demon. If the internal demon is subdued, the external demon is just a facade. It is definitely not your match. "
Sanzang sneered, "Not his match. Hmph … Then, Chen Xuanzang, even if you cultivate for another thousand years, or even ten thousand years, will you be that monkey's match? So-called fate is just the strong manipulating the weak. Yesterday, you were powerless when Zhu Ganglie killed Miss Duan in the illusion. Today, you are still powerless when it comes to Miss Duan, whose vexation of Guanyin dissipated! "
"I was born to prevent this kind of helplessness from ever happening again!"
"I want the heavens to no longer be able to cover my eyes. I want the earth to no longer be able to bury my heart. I want all living beings to understand my will. I want all the buddhas to disappear!"
Tang Sanzang pointed at the sky and roared furiously, "Tathagata! You say that I look down on the buddhist dharma, but what is your buddhist dharma? What right do you have to not be questioned? How can I, Golden Cicada, not have the right to question you? Today, I've established myself as a demon and destroyed your buddhist dharma. What can you do about it? "
With the Monkey King's shattering palm and the afterglow of the sun's true flames, the originally clear blue sky glowed a fiery red. At that moment, the fiery red surged once again, becoming redder and redder. It was enchanting and suffused with the color of blood. The blood-red clouds surged, and the faint rumbling of thunder could be heard from the horizon. However, Sanzang was fearless. He laughed at the sky.
As Zhu Ganglie listened, he suddenly noticed Sanzang's gaze turning towards him. He quickly waved his hand and said, "This has nothing to do with me! Master, this is something you've done yourself. I, your disciple, can only watch from the side. "
Wu Jing also nodded and said, "No matter who it is, they are both my masters."
At this time, Magician, Zhuang Bifan, Hans, and the others exchanged glances and suddenly made a move. Magician was a Reincarnator who pursued mysticism. Even Zhuang Bifan and the others only knew that Magician's strengthening system was related to a profession called Secret Spell Master. From the name, it seemed that Magician was a master of magic.
However, the reason why mystics were called mystics was because others would never be able to see through the shadows under their veil, whether they were disguised or real.
Therefore, when Magician slowly flipped his hands, magic runes appeared on his fingertips. Complicated geometric patterns connected the runes, and a strange magic formation that represented sealing and transformation appeared. Zhuang Bifan, Ma Ke, and the others cursed in unison, "F * ck … It's actually the Marvel Multiverse Magic Enhancement."
"Interesting little thing!" Sanzang looked at Magician with interest.
Magician flipped his right hand, and an ancient bronze mirror appeared in the center of the magic formation. Magician blocked the bronze mirror in front of him and shouted to the others, "Do it!"
Zhuang Bifan stretched out both of his hands, and a magical mirror with black and white Yin and Yang fishes slid down from his sleeves. His right hand performed an incantation gesture, and the magical mirror was activated. Even Reverend Hans held up a Western-style big mirror with a silver frame, which was unusually luxurious. Ramil Khan, who had a head full of sweat and was extremely nervous, quickly mumbled an incantation. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the turban wrapped around his head.
Magician looked at the floating mirrors and gritted his teeth. He pointed at Abe with his left hand, and a bronze mirror with the patterns of various mythical beasts was sucked into his hand.
"Lend me your power!" Magician roared.
Zhuang Bifan and the others hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Sanzang had no intention of stopping him, they sighed inwardly and let go of the power controlling their magic mirrors. The four mirrors shot towards Magician like swallows returning to the forest. Magician's hands kept moving the magic formation, and it quickly split into six shield-sized magic formations made of different runes and geometric patterns. The six magic formations formed a hexagon and slowly rotated around Magician.
Monkey King, who was watching from the side, noticed something. He smiled. "This little guy is quite opportunistic."
Zhu Ganglie moved to his side and asked, "What does the Great Sage have to say?"
Wukong said, "The magic power that this little guy cultivates should be similar to cultivating the path of divinity. Just like that group of people who perform the Great God Dance, they all borrow the external power of gods and buddhas. Most of the formations in his palm involve spatial coordinates and energy projection. Although I, Old Sun, am not proficient in them, I still managed to figure out some ways."
"If he wants to cultivate this magic to a high level, he must have the cooperation of gods and buddhas. The essence is to borrow their power … This person is quite clever. Some of the magic formations borrow external power from a wide range of sources. I can see a few that borrow the power of the sun, moon, and stars. There are also some that borrow the vital energy of the earth beneath their feet. It's a pity that he hasn't adjusted this formation before, and the deviation of the formation data is too great. The efficiency is a little low. "
"This person probably doesn't have the ability to modify the formation data according to the specific situation here, so he set his sights on the tools used by people with higher cultivation."
"He found those divine weapons and used their power to lock onto some powerful grotto-heavens … Idiot, what kind of artifact shape do you think is the most suitable to bear the power of a grotto-heavens?"
Zhu Ganglie said, "A cauldron suppresses an area, and a mirror divides two worlds. Among the various artifact shapes, only the magic mirror has a world of its own. "
"That's right!" Monkey King said. "Rather than a mirror, it's better to call it a well. In the many experimental records passed down by my master, there's such a mirror-making method. There's a strange ability to create a well of energy in the void. The theory behind it is just to connect two worlds and absorb the power of the grotto-heavens. "
Zhu Ganglie's eyes shone with a strange light, and he said greedily, "Where did those people come from? They actually got their hands on so many good things. I, Old Pig, also came from the sky, but I don't have such wealth. Each of the six magic mirrors has a strange ability behind them, and they're all grotto-heavens. Can my master withstand the power of those strange grotto-heavens? "
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