The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 213 The Conjecture of Sanctification

With the experience of a battle in the same realm, and the difference in combat power between the two is not big, the relationship between Si Xuan and Jin Chanzi, the beloved disciple of Sakyamuni, has been further improved.

They found an ordinary ancient star in this star field, and they understood the law and discussed Taoism on it. During this period, Si Xuan and Jin Chanzi fought several times. In the confrontation with Rakshasa Dharma, no matter whether you win or lose, you just use the law to discuss the law and confirm each other.

The dragon girl listened to the sermon, she still can't keep up in the small realm, but the understanding of the ancient emperor's daughter is definitely not inferior to anyone, not only can understand some principles of the law in the two people's discussion, but also occasionally participate in the discussion. Come in and confront Si Xuan or Jin Chanzi with the dragon method.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"Boom boom boom!"

On this day, the ancient planet where the three of them were located had a bright sky and a thunderbolt, as if two giant mountains and countless Buddha kingdoms were floating and singing in the sea of ​​thunder.

When the sky falls, there are images of nine-day goddesses flying into the sky, Rakshasa demons cannibalizing people, and holy Buddhist vessels in ever-changing shapes, including Zen staffs, cassocks, divine pestles, and flower crowns...everything is in the light of Buddhism and Taoism. manifests its true form.

The sea of ​​thunder is roaring, the distant sea of ​​thunder is golden yellow, and the purest golden yellow has evolved into various gods, such as the divine bird with a thousand-mile wingspan, the colorful peacock, the majestic and sacred golden ao... many Buddhas and beasts The law is shocking.

Standing under the protection of Wan Longling, Si Xuan and Long Nu looked up at the earth-shattering Supreme Saint Jie together!

"What a consummate Buddhist, Jin Chanzi, is indeed a natural born Buddha seed. This kind of holy catastrophe is enough to scare a lot of people to death." Dragon Girl wrapped her arms around her chest, staring at the sea of ​​​​sacred catastrophe. The transformed Jin Chanzi sighed.

"The three of us talked about Taoism for a month, but this guy skipped years of accumulation and became a saint directly." Si Xuan also had a face full of helplessness. He gained a lot from this discussion. It has begun to arouse the holy power of the lunar yin in the universe, but Jin Chanzi obviously gained more.

The monk's utensil is a purple-gold sacred alms bowl, resplendent and resplendent, placed upright in the sky above Jin Chanzi's head, sinking and floating in the thousands of sky lights and endless Buddha thunders.

Although the color of this bowl is purple gold, it is not entirely made of god-marked purple gold, but is mixed with another kind of magic material that is hard to find in the universe.

"The alms bowl made of the god-marked purple gold and the nine-day breath soil, does this kind of divine material really exist?" Si Xuan frowned. Made a towering sacred mountain, Nine Heavens Breathing Soil is definitely a divine material that can be cast into an emperor's army.

This precious Buddhist vessel and the golden cicada went through calamities together, and gradually acquired the artistic conception of a holy vessel under the great catastrophe of the saint.

"Look, the great calamity has changed. In the thunder calamity, there is a concentration of faith and thought power, which manifests... two mountains!" The Dragon Goddess's eyes flickered, and she suddenly pointed to the sky above Jin Chanzi, exclaiming.

"Huh? The will power of all living beings simulated by Lei Jie?" Si Xuan was amazed, and also looked seriously at Jin Chanzi's Lei Hai, where two sacred mountains were gradually becoming clear, all illuminated by Buddha's light, and the peak could not be seen.

Anyone who has an understanding of Amitabha and Sakyamuni can see that the two Buddhist mountains are Mount Sumeru and Mount Ling, towering and tall, where the two great masters of Buddhism practiced.

Jin Chanzi is now facing the joint suppression of these two great mountains, and the infinite light of the sky is shining, and every ray of Buddha light can easily kill the king of Dacheng. Hold on for too long.

"Om!"

Fortunately, Jin Chanzi has transformed, his whole body is surrounded by strong holy power, his tongue fights with lotus flowers, and he utters pearls from his mouth. A Zen drink of Buddha's voice actually freezes the two Buddha mountains in the sky for half a breath.

"Wah! Mi! Ba! Huh! Hum!"

The other five Buddhist voices of the six-character mantra roared out from Jin Chanzi's mouth one by one, shaking the void and colliding with two Buddha mountains!

Si Xuan and Long Nu watched the scenes of Jin Chanzi crossing the catastrophe, and they wanted to write down the catastrophe in their eyes. It is not every time they are destined to see the catastrophe of Tianjiao at this level. The opportunity is really precious. The two of Tianjiao have great reference value.

Jin Chanzi's purple-gold breathing soil bowl was split open again and again during the catastrophe, but it quickly healed. Gradually, one after another Buddhist scriptures were branded on the bowl. The scriptures, including Shakyamuni's scriptures, emerged one by one.

The alms bowl is not uncommon in Buddhism. It is a tool for passing on scriptures and Dharma. Many sages and ancient Buddhas like to imprint scriptures on the alms bowl. Jin Chanzi is doing such a thing.

In the end, an obscure Buddhist scripture appeared in the center of the bowl, no less than any great emperor or quasi-emperor, but it shook the void, and Si Xuan had to stop and watch carefully.

It was Jin Chanzi's own sutra, carrying his way, perhaps not as precious as the Amitabha Sutra, and not as brilliant as Shakyamuni's Mahayana Buddhism, but it was the most suitable for him.

"This method of forging...refining my text and inscribing my scriptures to carry my way is indeed a brilliant method. Was it created by any sage on earth?" Jin Chanzi only felt that the light was shining, and he had a lot of thoughts about his sanctification.

"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha! My way has been accomplished!"

Several hours passed, and after Jin Chanzi finished tempering his scriptures, he uttered the Buddha's name loudly, his voice full of joy and emotion.

The scripture has a total of [-] characters, and it is not written in any known script, but a kind of hieroglyphic script. Each character is like Jin Chanzi himself, meditating, practicing, or It's holding a bowl to suppress demons, begging for alms...

"rumble!"

The one hundred and twenty-eight Buddhist pictographs are very strange. Once formed, the purple gold breathed soil bowl seems to become the center of the universe, soaring to the sky, directly swallowing everything in the thunder sea. In an instant, only Jin Chanzi was left.

"Ding Ding!"

There is the sound of Buddha's voice in the void, and there are precious lotuses blooming. The heaven and earth celebrate, and countless god flowers emerge.

Jin Chanzi sits at the very center of this vision, with a solemn treasure appearance and Buddha's light exposed. The wisdom canopy and the purple gold bowl that accompanies his practice gradually blend with each other and become perfect step by step.

Several hours later, he stood up, and the countless colorful flowers under his feet all receded, leaving only a three-foot golden lotus, which turned into a small boat in the void, and came to Si Xuan's side.

"Congratulations to the head monk Jin Chanzi, you have practiced for many years, and now you can be called a Bodhisattva and a holy monk." Si Xuan looked at Jin Chanzi, who had an incomparably perfect temperament, and couldn't help showing a little envy in his expression, congratulating .

"Congratulations." The Dragon Girl obviously didn't talk as much as Si Xuan, but she just stepped forward and congratulated her.

"In any case, it's thanks to the two benefactors who helped the poor monk a lot. Otherwise, in recent years, even if the poor monk has accumulated enough, he might not have dared to go through the calamity like this!" Jin Chanzi saluted Si Xuan solemnly.

"You're welcome, Si also secretly learned two tricks of your method while you were crossing the catastrophe, so they can promote each other!" Si Xuan stepped forward and shook hands with the monk heavily.

He said this sincerely. I don't know if Jin Chanzi's last step of condensing this scripture is an ancient method or a Buddhist habit, but it did touch Si Xuan a little.

Although his way of crossing the saint's robbery can't be said to be black-eyed, he doesn't want to repeat his father or anyone else's method. Now watching Jin Chanzi crossing the catastrophe, he only feels that the spiritual platform is smooth, and many spiritual lights surge out.

"That's good. Si benefactor and poor monk can be regarded as friends of the Dao. We hope that we can promote each other and make progress together in the future." Jin Chanzi took back Sakyamuni's forbidden vessel, held his alms bowl in one hand, With one hand dragging the golden-yellow Rakshasa Buddha, he has the dharma of a fairy monk.

(End of this chapter)