"Something bad is going to happen..."
As soon as he heard Shinsyu speak, Fang Xing couldn't help but cry bitterly in his heart. When the golden cloud Buddha's light appeared, he had already seen the process of Shinsyu and Hui Neng debating nine times in their previous lives. He knew the cause and effect, so he naturally knew that when the sweeping monk Hui Neng recited the Buddhist mantra, Shinsyu had already lost. However, he was not convinced of his defeat, so Buddha gave him a chance to let Hui Neng completely defeat Shinsyu before he could obtain the Buddha fruit. In the end, Shinsyu lost nine times in a row, but he only persisted with his obsession.
In other words, if Shinsyu did not admit defeat, he would not lose.
But this time, as soon as he opened his mouth, he did not have the obsession of the previous nine lives...
This was like scolding someone. It all depended on one's breath. In the end, before he started scolding, he was already discouraged. How could he gain momentum?
"There are only high and low Buddhist principles. There is no right or wrong!"
Hui Neng also spoke indifferently. He clearly had no cultivation and was just a mortal. However, at this moment, nine rays of Buddha's light shone brightly behind him, illuminating the heavens and the earth. Every word that came out of his mouth turned into golden scriptures that flew in all directions. Wherever the golden light passed, lotus flowers bloomed on the hard stones of heaven and earth, turning into a peaceful world of colored glass that reflected his Dao and proved his Dharma. "Junior Brother, if your Buddhist doctrine was wrong, I wouldn't have debated with you for ten lifetimes. I obtained the fruit of Buddha ten thousand years ago. It's just that your Buddhist doctrine is shallow, so you can't beat me even after nine lifetimes …"
Shinsyu's expression was sad. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Now is the ninth life, but I still haven't proven my Buddhist principles!"
Hui Neng nodded softly. "Since you can't let go of yourself, how can you obtain the Buddha fruit of the Great Way?"
Shinsyu lowered his head for a long time.
Hui Neng said softly, "Do you still want to debate?"
Shinsyu sighed softly. "I've already said what I should say, and I've already asked for what I should ask for. What's the point of saying it again?"
After saying that, he smiled bitterly and looked down at Fang Xing with an apologetic smile. Then, he looked at Hui Neng and said, "I'll return this ten-thousand-year-old Buddha fruit to you. It's a pity that I haven't stayed enough in this beautiful world..."
"Good!"
Hui Neng put his palms together and sighed softly.
Beside the two of them, the illusory shadow of the Great Buddha gradually turned into countless runes, and then descended like a tide, wrapping Shinsyu and Huineng in the middle. At this time, Shinsyu and Huineng were both silent and began to chant the Buddha in a low voice. Shinsyu looked up at the crowd. There was a trace of regret between his brows that was difficult to eliminate, but he could only close his eyes.
"Clang …"
In the Lingshan Temple of Nan Zhan, an ancient bell in front of the mountain gate suddenly rang. The clear and melodious sound spread throughout the ancient temple.
The sound of the bell didn't stop. It sounded faintly and continuously. It had already sounded thirty-six times …
"The Buddha Tribulation has arrived ahead of time?"
The Chief Monk of Lingshan Temple and the others listened carefully to the bell. They were shocked at the same time and gathered at the gate of Lingshan Temple.
The bell had rung more than 36 times, and it was still ringing. There was only one possibility, and that was that it would ring 108 times.
The fact that the bell had rung a hundred and eight times only meant one thing …
"Didn't you say that Shinsyu wouldn't lose in this life?"
A monk exclaimed in shock and asked the Chief Monk of Lingshan Temple in disbelief.
"It's too early, too early …"
The short and fat Chief Monk of Lingshan Temple whispered, "We've lost a hundred years of karma, and our plan hasn't been launched yet …"
"Then … if Shinsyu loses, what will our Lingshan Temple be?"
Someone said in shock, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.
"Without the Arhat, Lingshan Temple will no longer have anything to rely on, and we will naturally no longer be Buddhists …"
The Chief Monk of Lingshan Temple shook his head with a wry smile. "Of course, I'm still the butcher who slaughters pigs …" He pointed to Monk Jiu Rou and said, "You're still the devil that everyone has to kill!" Then he pointed to other monks with a wry smile and more helplessness. "You're Pill Demon who betrayed the Huangfu family. You're the true disciple of the Pure Yang Sect who deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors. You're a heartbroken person who drifts and has no one to rely on. You're a sinner that the world can't tolerate. You're a despicable demon barbarian …"
Every time he pointed to someone, someone's face changed greatly, and their expressions were extremely distressed.
Without the Arhat and Shinsyu, Lingshan Temple would no longer be a Buddhist sect, no matter how many Buddhist scriptures they had, no matter how many masters were disappointed and escaped into Buddhism. It was just a mountain gate that accepted the abandoned disciples of many orthodoxies. The world didn't know that, unlike Nirvana Temple, Lingshan Temple was not a monastery for quiet cultivation of Buddhism, but a place where countless heartbroken people could not let go of their obsessions.
Nirvana Temple was the real place of inheritance of Buddhism.
The monks of Lingshan Temple were sad, but they were unwilling to cross the shore. They all had obsessions in their hearts.
"Without Lingshan, how can there be the shore?"
In a panic, Monk Jiu Rou suddenly said in a low voice, "Shinsyu won't lose like this!"
While the monks were in despair, he had a resolute look in his eyes. "If he lost, Buddha would have given the fruit of Buddha to Huineng ten thousand years ago. Why would there be another ten rounds of debate? Hehe, we're not real Buddhist disciples. Buddhism cultivates the shore, but we're only in Lingshan. Buddhism cultivates the void, but we only want to cultivate to perfection. Since ten thousand years ago, Nirvana Temple has already obtained the Buddha's True Dharma. Not to mention ten rounds of debate, even if it was a hundred rounds, Shinsyu would still lose. However, we've cultivated for ten thousand years and have our own principles. Who dares to say that we're wrong? "
These words caused all the monks to look at each other with a weird expression.
However, the Chief Monk of Lingshan Temple looked anxious. "Oh, damn, say something that I can understand!"
Monk Jiu Rou said, "Chief Monk, you have to believe in that troublemaker. Believe in our backup plan …"
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"Damn, Shinsyu, let's not be the Son of Buddha. Go back and be the Fourth Master with me …"
In the Devil Abyss, in front of the Desolation Valley, Shinsyu had lost before the debate. Endless Buddhist scripture runes wrapped him and Huineng, and even their bodies seemed to fade. Shinsyu, who was wrapped in the Buddhist scriptures, looked indifferent, as if he had seen through it. However, Fang Xing couldn't see through it. He was so scared that his face turned green. For a moment, his eyes were burning with anxiety. With a bang, he ran all his mana, and a monstrous sea of blood appeared behind him. Endless illusions of fighting on the battlefield appeared and then strengthened his body. This was the true meaning of the Array-Breaking Scripture.
"Whoosh …"
The two big wings of the Sword Demon behind him spread out and rushed straight into the sky.
The golden runes that filled the sky originally suppressed him and made him unable to move. However, at this time, he broke through these laws and rushed directly into the sky. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed the back of Shinsyu's collar and pulled him away from the sky. He had already seen that the endless Buddha's light had the ability to refine. If Shinsyu was allowed to stay here, he would eventually turn into the tenth Buddha's light and strengthen the back of Huineng. At that time, Huineng would become the real Son of Buddha, and Shinsyu would disappear from this world forever …
In desperation, Fang Xing wanted to take Shinsyu away by force!
He didn't understand the true meaning of Buddhism. He only knew the life and death of Shinsyu. If he didn't want you to die, you couldn't die!
Perhaps it was because he was so angry that the power he released broke free from the suppression of the Buddha's light around him. It also seemed that after Shinsyu lost, the illusion of the Buddha disappeared, causing the Buddhist Connotation that suppressed all things around him to lose its law. Fang Xing, who couldn't even move, successfully rushed into the void at this time. Then, he grabbed Shinsyu and was about to beat the void and escape directly …
"How dare you stop the Buddha's fruit from descending!"
"Evil creature, quickly retreat and watch the ceremony. How dare you be so rash!"
His action scared the cultivators of the Pure Land, who were full of expectation, so much that their faces turned pale.
The Ten Lives of Debate and the Buddha's fruit descending into the world was such a sacred scene. Where did this little devil get the courage to stop it?
Rumble!
On the left, the Buddha seal of the head of the Guardian Monk of the Paramita Temple turned into a giant Buddha. Its golden palm shone brightly and covered the sky and earth. It directly slapped down toward Fang Xing and Shinsyu, trying to slap them back into the Buddha's light that filled the sky. On the right, Beiming Xiao roared angrily and turned into the form of three heads and six arms. He held six magic treasures in his hands and stepped on the demonic cloud. He looked fierce and ferocious, and directly attacked Fang Xing.
In the surrounding sky, the other cultivators of the Pure Land also shouted and rushed into the air to stop Fang Xing.
The matter of the ten-thousand-year-old Buddha's fruit was so important that at least thirty percent of the power of the Pure Land was gathered in the Silence Valley. It was just that the Arhat was in the hands of Fang Xing at first. Later on, the Ten Lives of Debate was activated, so Zhu Xiu didn't make a move. Until now, when Fang Xing disturbed the inheritance of the Buddha's fruit and angered the cultivators of the Pure Land, they attacked together. Hundreds of people appeared, densely packed in the sky, almost like a military formation …
"I don't care about the Buddha's fruit. Today, I will kill whoever wants to kill my Junior Brother Shinsyu!"
Fang Xing roared angrily and rushed over with a murderous look.
"If people block me, I kill them. If Buddha blocks me, I kill Buddha …"
The furious Fang Xing also turned into the form of three heads and six arms. He lifted Shinsyu and rushed toward Zhu Xiu of the Pure Land.
The Formation-Breaking Scripture was activated to the extreme. At this moment, he was like an invincible general on the battlefield.
Bam!
The Paramita Temple's Dharma Protector Monk's Buddha seal, which had transformed into a golden body, actually staggered from the collision. The golden palm that seemed to blot out the sky and earth even cracked from the collision. It failed to stop Lu Sheng from descending, and Lu Sheng managed to escape.
"He actually mastered the Three Heads and Six Arms of the Beiming family …"
A terrifying light shot out of Beiming Xiao's eyes. His six arms took out six weapons and attacked toward Fang Xing.
"Get out of my way!"
Fang Xing waved the Dragon Pattern Ominous Blade, and nine dragon shadows flew out from the blade, rushing forward like a tide, and suddenly clashed with the six magic treasures that Beiming Xiao had taken out. He did not care about any techniques or the principle of mutual promotion or restraint, one blade to break the six treasures, and one power to break ten thousand spells. Beiming Xiao's six magic treasures had not yet formed the Great Sky Matrix in the air, but had already been shattered by his blade. His whole body rushed over, and when he brushed past Beiming Xiao, he had no time to pull back his blade. He actually freed an arm, and fiercely slapped towards Beiming Xiao's face.
"Smack!"
This slap turned all three of Beiming Xiao's heads into a bloody mess. He screamed and fell into the valley.
Then, Fang Xing faced Zhu Xiu of the Pure Land and rushed forward. "You want to kill my Fourth Leader, so I will start a massacre in your Pure Land!"
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