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Chapter 478 Sacrifice (seeking subscription monthly pass)

But the monk suddenly raised his head, facing the catastrophe above his head, and heard Li Boyang's resistance, he only said: "I will not go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Li Boyang's mind was shocked, and he looked at the monk on the peak in disbelief.

It's not that this statement has any great magic power or supernatural power.

Rather, from this sentence, he heard the open-mindedness like the giant ocean in all directions, and the immeasurable compassion like the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures.

Not only him, but everyone on the cloud was also shocked.

The high-ranking people in Jiangdu who were busy with disaster relief couldn't help but look this way.

Although they were doing disaster relief, it didn't mean they didn't notice the immortal disciples above the clouds.

It's just that before the catastrophe, and with all kinds of scruples, it's too late to settle accounts with them.

The monk on the top of the peak, who used magical powers to divide the water and relieve most of the pressure for them, was naturally also in their attention.

In a word, everyone can say it.

But there are words that no one can think of before the first person utters them.

If there is such great compassion and great wisdom, how could it be possible to say such words?

Not mentioning others, even Jiang Zhou himself was shocked at this time.

Originally, he was just relying on his phantom body to accept the calamity on his behalf, but it was inevitable to let go of this phantom body, so he simply did more tricks.

But maybe it was the export of these words that gave him some kind of inexplicable understanding.

Maybe it's a catastrophe, or a chance.

Jiang Zhou is like a divine enlightenment, blessings come to his heart,

Some scriptures that I have read familiarly in the past flowed through my heart, and I couldn't help but say them out of my mouth.

"The bodhisattva sees the sufferings of life and death, and bears them with the strength of patience. After countless kalpas, he will never tire of it, and he will achieve Nirvana without giving up."

"Fuji Bodhisattva, with the strength of patience, can give up all his head, brain, body, limbs, and life, without any regrets in his heart."

Everyone saw that the monk at the top of the peak showed compassion on his face, and he opened and closed his mouth, as if he was reciting a certain scripture.

The handsome face, which was pale due to the calamity, unexpectedly glowed with a layer of precious light.

Li Boyang's eyes widened: "Monk, you..."

He didn't know what the monk was doing, but he could feel the breath on his body rising rapidly.

But this is not a good thing.

Because all the major sects in the world have similar methods in the inheritance with a little background.

There are demons disintegrating in the evil way, and there are also self-destructing souls in other ways.

Buddhism also has the method of sacrificing one's life.

They are all self-destructive actions, burning blood and soul, in order to obtain a short-term burst of power.

The impossible, the impossible, the unthinkable.

Although there is great power, it is still light to die afterward, and even the soul is scattered, and the true spirit does not exist.

The words of this monk prove that his behavior at this time is to display the great law of Buddhism such as sacrificing one's life.

Hearing Li Boyang's exclamation, I saw a white-clothed monk with a smile on his face: "I practice the Bodhisattva Vehicle, and now I also see the suffering of life and death, and I am willing to bear it with patience and endurance. Abandoning to attain Nirvana, one can also give up all heads, brains, body, hands, feet, and life, with no regrets in one's heart."

"Don't fear hell, don't seek rebirth in heaven, don't seek liberation for your own sake."

"I only hope that today's catastrophe will only be added to my body, so that all sentient beings here can save their sins and sufferings."

"Boom!"

A thunderous thunder seemed to sound from above the nine heavens.

It seems that "Heaven" is angry.

Everyone who followed here was shocked.

I don't know if I was shocked by the thunder, or by the merciful words of the monk in white.

"Great Brahma is boundless..."

"Amitabha……"

"Na Wu Zun Sheng Buddha Mother..."

On the clouds, many Buddhist disciples bowed their heads together and recited the Buddha's name.

It seems to be praising the great virtuous man who came out of the Buddhist gate, and it seems to be sending this monk off respectfully.

Although they are Buddhist disciples, they think that they cannot do this.

But because of this, the monk's move is even more admirable.

At this time, Qu Qingluo and many experts who participated in the disaster relief suddenly felt the pressure from the backlash of catastrophe and suddenly disappeared.

The torrential rain between heaven and earth also suddenly stagnated, slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They couldn't help being shocked.

Surprised, he looked at the monk at the top of the peak.

What did he do?
There is such a supernatural power that can take all the destiny and destiny into one body?
Jiang Zhou was also surprised at this time.

What happened to him at this time is no stranger.

It is almost exactly the same as the Li Bai inscribed at the beginning!
However, Li Bai was blessed by Haoran Changhe.

At this time, the changes that took place in the phantom body did not know where the source of its power came from.

Is this the world?Or did it come from the unknowable place?
At this time, all the catastrophic luck that filled the world gathered on top of Huanmeng's body.

The invisible catastrophe, which seems to be transformed into reality, manifests itself in the world from nothingness.

Such a terrifying "tribulation" made all the people in the immortal sect look terrified.

At this time, even the first-rank Supreme Saint can hardly resist such a catastrophe.

The monk naturally couldn't resist.

I saw that his body started from under his feet, suddenly became unreal, and then disappeared.

It was as if something invisible was gnawing at his body bit by bit.

Feet, legs, waist...

The speed of spreading became faster and faster, and in just a few breaths, only half of his body was left hanging in the air.

Extremely weird.

With the disappearance of its body, the heavy rain between the sky and the earth became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The oppressive aura is also rapidly fading away.

Instead, there was a wave of immeasurable compassion and solemnity, which seemed to be tangible, rapidly expanding from the white-clothed monk.

In an instant, it enveloped the world.

It seems that there is a Buddha who protects the robbed sentient beings with immeasurable compassion.

Don't let a calamity be imminent, and don't suffer from suffering.

"The Brahma is immeasurable!"

"Nan Wuzun beats the Buddha mother!"

A group of Buddhist disciples sang the Buddha's name one after another, making bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

Dade was born.

This is a Buddhist event.

It's a pity that when the great virtue comes out, it will be destroyed.

Otherwise, the luck of Buddhism will rise sharply from then on.

The rest of the people from all sects and sects, apart from admiration, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Such a person, no one in the world who has not become a saint can match.

If there is more than one person in the Buddhist sect, their luck will change, and their orthodox lineage will be the one that will be eliminated?
The instigator, Jiang Zhou, has no regrets about abandoning his fantasy body at this time.

Instead, I was surprised and delighted.

Only half of the phantom body is left, and the hands are clasped together, and the treasure is still majestic.

Still chanting the mantra without delay:

"I swear that I will dedicate my body and mind to Lord Ksitigarbha. With the kalpa in the dust, I will replace the suffering of all living beings. The kalpa stone may be moved, but this vow will never change."

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

"Nanwu Nanwu..."

"Ksitigarbha, Ksitigarbha..."

The monk in white chanted an unfamiliar name, and the Sanskrit sound resounded like thunder, echoing endlessly in this world.

Solemn and compassionate.

convenient at this time.

At the bottom of Dongting Lake, there is a colossal creature lurking.

Letting the turbulent undercurrent surge, he only coiled the huge dragon's body tightly, not daring to move a little.

He is the old dragon of Dongting...

(End of this chapter)