Why did the Evil Dao, an old monster that had been dead for many years, suddenly appear out of nowhere? The Buddha head was caught off guard. This was like Goku in Dragon Ball defeating Frieza after much difficulty. Many years later, Frieza resurrected and became even stronger. He was simply like a ghost that haunted him.
"What a strong resentment. Why did the Demon Taoist's remnant soul suddenly go berserk?" The Buddha head expressed its confusion.
If the Demon Taoist's remnant soul had been so violent, Li Xianyu would not have survived until now. He must have encountered something not long ago. However, this was not important. The most important thing now was to convince the Demon Taoist's successor. The Unparalleled Fighting Soul's physical persuasion was not effective. Spiritual persuasion was the only way.
Slap! Slap! Two tentacles hit the back of the Buddha head without warning. The force was enough to crack steel, but it could not shake the Buddha head's old and skinny body.
"Almsgiver Li …" The Buddha head looked at Slime and said mercifully, "This thing is stubborn and difficult to tame. It will become a big problem in the future."
"But I can't do anything about it. I can only suppress it." Great-grandmother sighed.
Hearing this, Slime was obviously proud. Its tentacles danced wildly and whipped the Buddha head a few more times.
"The Demon Taoist could not get rid of it back then because the demon had entered his bones and merged with him. But now that it is confined in his left hand, there is more room for him to operate. " The Buddha head Eggy smiled, "The Lianhua Temple has a demon-sealing secret technique. It uses the Dharma as a cage and incense as the flames. It is especially suitable to seal this thing. After being suppressed for 49 years, even the most stubborn demon will be turned into ashes. "
"That is not impossible." Great-grandmother's eyes lit up, "This thing is stubborn, but it is still a living thing. Using the Dharma and incense to temper it for 49 years, it will die."
The wildly dancing tentacles stiffened. It quietly retracted and lay on the ground obediently, obediently doing its part.
"Amitabha!" The Buddha head put its palms together and a swastika symbol lit up between its eyebrows. It rotated clockwise and rippled with golden light. It rotated faster and faster. When it reached a certain level, the swastika symbol left between the Buddha head's eyebrows and imprinted between Li Xianyu's eyebrows before disappearing.
Great-grandmother heaved a sigh of relief. With the help of the Buddha head, this wave was very stable.
Her battle prowess was unparalleled in the world, but mental strength was not her forte. When it came to mental strength, since ancient times until now, Buddhism and Taoism were the big shots in this area.
Buddhism's meditation and Daoism's meditation were both supreme techniques to condense one's psyche. An accomplished monk could meditate for ten years, while Daoism's otaku could live in seclusion for sixty years. This level of mental power cultivation was terrifying.
As long as one was an expert of the Buddhist and Daoist sects, they were fully deserving of having invincible mental strength.
The only thing he had to worry about now was whether or not his great-grandson could hold on. His great-grandson's Sea of Consciousness was like an untouched virgin. There were Fallen Angels, Evil Dao Remnant Souls, Slime, and a Buddha's head … Suddenly, his entire body was filled with burly men, and they were all at the level of an African chief.
Great-grandmother was afraid that her untouched virgin would not be able to hold on.
However, if he could hold on, the benefits were obvious. His great-grandson's mental strength cultivation would be twice the result with half the effort. Others still needed to expand their Sea of Consciousness to allow themselves to accommodate longer and larger sizes, but his great-grandson did not need to do that. He could directly accommodate the size of an African chief. There was one less step to expand, and he only needed to accumulate mental strength.
In a short period of time, his mental strength would increase by leaps and bounds.
"The good thing about being forced is that opportunities will always be accompanied by this. This is something that the previous generations did not have, so the previous generations' speed of advancement is far from his. The bad thing is that he might die at any time. Should I let him leave a bloodline for the Li family in advance? "Great-grandmother was deeply conflicted.
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The Buddha head condensed in a colorful Sea of Consciousness. The Sea of Consciousness was a Buddhist term, and Daoism called it the Purple Mansion. A person's primordial spirit resided in the Sea of Consciousness.
A normal person's Sea of Consciousness was colorful, representing the seven emotions and six desires. A normal person could not freely touch the Sea of Consciousness. Occasionally, they would enter it in their dreams, evoking the seven emotions and six desires in the Sea of Consciousness. Then, they would have all kinds of different dreams.
The Buddha head scanned the Sea of Consciousness and was slightly stunned. In this colorful world, blue and green were the most common colors. The former represented calmness and rationality, while the latter represented repression and fear.
The second was dark red, which represented blood and killing.
It did not have much contact with Li Xianyu. In the Buddha head's understanding, this disciple's son was intelligent, but also very unrestrained. He was a standard wastrel. However, in his Sea of Consciousness, the purplish red that represented lust had no place.
Rationality and calmness were his strengths; repression and fear should have come from his own situation; blood and killing represented his hatred for the outside world.
As for the exaggerated, frivolous, and unrestrained nature that he displayed, it was all just a facade.
Seeing the deepest level of mental state was equivalent to understanding a person deeply. The Buddha head had an idea, but its heart was not moved. It did not care how difficult Li Xianyu's situation was.
Buddhism not only emphasized compassion, but also karma and fate.
This was the fate that Li Xianyu had to bear.
The colorful world rumbled as black and red expanded rapidly, occupying half of the sky. The two emotions condensed to form the blurry outline of a man's face.
On the other side, all the colors twisted together to form the image of a female angel with a pair of wings spread out.
Then, two legs appeared on the female angel's slender waist, wrapping around it tightly. Behind her, a head popped out.
Behind the fallen angel was a blurry human figure. The human figure shrunk on the fallen angel's back, trembling with fear. Occasionally, it waved its arms to cheer for her.
This scene was abstract and vivid. It gave the impression of a mother carrying her son to the battlefield. The son was about to pee in fear, but he still stubbornly cheered for his mother!
"Amitabha." The Buddha head chanted a Buddhist mantra. It sounded like a great bell, shaking the world.
Golden Buddhist light rose from its body. This faint light expanded extremely quickly. Soon, the golden light lit up the Sea of Consciousness, forming a tripartite confrontation with the colorful fallen angel and the black-red demon.
The two opposing sides noticed the Buddha's head and looked over.
The human figure on the fallen angel's back was extremely excited. It waved its arms and sent a thought to the Buddha head. "Grandpa, dear grandpa, your grandson is here."
The Buddha head's face twitched slightly. It ignored him and rode the golden light to the demon remnant soul. The golden light formed a sharp contrast with the layers of black and red.
"Priest Wang Chen, death is like an extinguished lamp. There is no reincarnation in this world. No matter what happened, it is all in the past. Why are you so stubborn? "The Buddha head put its palms together." Put it down. "
The demon remnant soul did not say anything. It looked at the Buddha head indifferently. The red anger that represented it kept surging.
The blurry human figure that claimed to be its grandson sent another thought. "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense with him. Fight … Chant the Buddhist mantra and let him go."
The Buddha head felt that it made sense. It chanted the mantra. "Amitabha. The Dharma is boundless …"
Between the heaven and earth, there was another sound that sounded like a great bell.
The Buddha head split into two, two into three, three into six … In the end, it split into 18 golden bodies. Some rode on divine dragons, some rode white tigers, some raised their hands to the sky, and some sat majestically.
Visualization: Eighteen Arhats!
Both Daoism and Buddhism had their own unique visualization method. It was a type of mental cultivation method. Visualization could not be achieved quickly. It could only be achieved by grinding. For a normal monk to visualize one of the 18 Arhats in their sea of consciousness after ten years of visualization was already very rare. However, the Buddha head was able to visualize 18 Arhats at once. It was impossible unless one was an extreme Daoist.
These 18 Arhats were the manifestation of the Buddha head's mental power. At the same time, they also had very powerful combat power.
There are a total of eighteen people who are as powerful as me. Are you afraid?
The 18 Arhats pounced at the demon and were instantly drowned in the thick black and red clouds. The clouds that represented anger and fear kept surging. Golden light shone through the clouds from time to time.
The fallen angel spread her wings and wanted to help. However, the blurry human figure behind her quickly stopped her. "Little mother, don't go. You are injured. It's not good for you to fight. Let the bald Buddha head go and break through the enemy lines."
It would be a waste not to suck up to the top Daoist in the world.
Suddenly, the Buddha head's lion roar came from the surging clouds. "The Dharma of Buddhism is boundless. Do you understand now, benefactor?"
The black and red clouds scattered. The demonic dao's face collapsed and dissipated.
The two emotions, black and red, returned to the colorful army. Seeing that their generals were slaughtered, the two rebel armies immediately abandoned the darkness for the light. Li Xianyu felt his whole body lighten. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
The 18 Arhats merged into one and turned into an old and skinny Buddha head.
Li Xianyu flew over on his little mother. He was grateful. "Father and mother are good, but they are not as good as grandpa. Thank you for saving my life, grandpa."
The Buddha's head looked at him indifferently. It was really hard for his blurry face to forcibly make an expression of gratitude.
Li Xianyu's mental power was far from being able to touch his own sea of consciousness, let alone materialize his own image. This blurry human figure had to be merged with the fallen angel.
"Grandpa, has the demon's remnant soul been destroyed?"
"Go back to where you came from." The Buddha head shook its head. "Even if it's just a remnant soul, it will take more than a few punches and kicks."
The demon was so strong …
Li Xianyu was worried. At the same time, his love turned into hatred. After watching the memories a few times, he had an inexplicable good impression of the demon.
I treated you as my brother, but you wanted to take over my body.
My heart was in the wrong place. Pfft.
"Is there a way to purify the demon's remnant soul?" After Li Xianyu asked, he remembered that he did not use the honorific title. He quickly tried to remedy the situation. "Grandpa."
The Buddha head had been alone for dozens of years. Suddenly, he had a grandson. His liver ached when he was called grandpa.
"It will take some time to forcibly dissolve it. Unless we can solve his obsession, but that is almost impossible …" The Buddha head suddenly stopped.
"Grandpa, do you know what the demon's resentment is?" Li Xianyu said seriously. This time, he was not mischievous. Instead, he had a serious expression (although his face was blurry).
"There's no need to bring up the past!" The Buddha head sighed.
Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp. There is no reincarnation in this world.
Therefore, the phrase "debts should be cleared after death" was a well-known truth in the world of Blood Descendants. Li Wuxiang wanted to die. After the Unparalleled Fighting Soul sealed itself, the world of Blood Descendants did not look for Li Xianyu for twenty years. If it was not for the opening of the Pantheon Palace, Li Xianyu would not have become a target.
Whether it was the debtor or the debt collector, everything would be in vain if he died.
"Grandpa, please tell me." Li Xianyu put his palms together and said in a serious tone. "Do you know the two Taoists, Tai Su and Wang Zhen?"
The truth that he wanted to know might be on the Buddha head.
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