The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 95, Ink Bamboo Transforms Heavenly Road, Immortal Heavenly Voices
The Buddha came out of heaven and earth to shine.This gold-plated Buddha looks like the Buddha came to the world.

"No, I can't shoot him."

"I can't do it either."

"Buddha bless me"

People who were able to resist the confusion of the Sanskrit sound were completely unable to resist after seeing the golden Buddha rising from the ground.

The golden Buddha shines in the world, crosses all disasters.Crossing, all suffering.

Except for a few strong-minded people who were not affected, only Taoist masters like Ichimako and Qing Ling were not affected.

Both Ling Kongzi and Ling Xuzi were affected, and their minds were full of the Sanskrit sounds of the Buddha.

"He's just one step away." Kazumako's expression changed slightly, and he said, "His Buddha body is about to be completed."

"What will happen to Him after it is done?" Bai He asked coldly from the side.

"The demon shell is completely removed, and the mud-bodied Buddha body is transformed into a golden body, and the cultivation level has greatly increased, making it even more difficult to deal with." Qingling pondered: "At that time, what we have to face is not the monster with the mud body, but the real monster. Buddha, if the so-called Daleiyin Temple still exists, he will be taken directly to the Western Paradise, where he will become one of the Buddhas in heaven and earth, worshiped and worshiped by all people, and all past sins and karmic obstacles will be eliminated. "

"Yes, if there is still Leiyin Temple, we will grant him an imperial edict directly, and we may not even have a chance to take action against him."

Kazumako barely maintained the behavior of the paper bird.

"But the problem is that there is no so-called Heavenly Court and Leiyin Temple. Even if there is, even if he becomes a Buddha, he is still a living creature." Baihe raised his sniper rifle and said: "As long as it is a living creature, it will be injured. will die."

At this time, Bai He gave the signal to the walkie-talkie, and he already had a backup, but he would not use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

the other side.

Wang Haiqiang has not been affected either, except that his mind is still a little firm, and there is a real fairy in his heart.
Whenever you are about to be confused by Sanskrit sounds, visualize his appearance, and his mind will be clearer.

He immediately took out his phone and opened the saved photo.

That's right, it's the 'Picture of the White Tiger Taoist', the award-winning work of the college competition!
"Quick! If you think about this picture in your heart, you won't be confused."

Wang Haiqiang began to post this picture of the white tiger Taoist in groups, and some of his will was still there, but he encouraged those who resisted the Sanskrit to have a clear mind after seeing the picture and visualizing it.

In the beginning, both Ling Xuzi and Ling Kongzi were visualizing their ancestors of the White Cloud Temple to resist the Sanskrit, but after seeing the White Tiger Taoist, their clarity increased greatly.

Visualizing this white tiger Taoist is more useful than visualizing your own ancestor!

After Ling Xuzi saw the picture of the White Tiger Taoist, he was shocked and murmured: "This is this"

"What is this?" Ling Kongzi also visualized this picture, regaining clarity.

"This is the expert who helped us subdue the ghost last time."

"This. Really?"

Ling Kongzi was extremely shocked.

It's him?That tall man?
"I remember very clearly, how could I forget the appearance of that tall man."

Wait a minute, visualizing his picture is more useful than visualizing the picture of the patriarch.

Who is he?

"Today is the immeasurable kalpa of the poor monk. After passing through the infinite kalpa, the poor monk will become a true Buddha."

The Buddha's golden body looked up at the sky, and pieces of golden clouds covered the sky.

After accepting offerings for many years, hiding in the mountains and worshiping with incense and fire, I finally waited until today, when I became a Buddha.
"Cross me, and cross you too."

The golden light baptized the Buddha's body, the cracks blasted by the thunder curse began to repair, the mud tires pecked away by the paper birds began to grow, and the holes pierced by the sniper rifles were being filled.

This is his last calamity, as long as it passes, the sky will be clear for thousands of miles.

Just at this time, a clear air suddenly rolled over from the sky, overshadowing the golden Buddha light and the bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The clear light outside that day tore apart the rolling Buddha light from the sky, cutting down from the sky like a sharp knife.

Black-colored bamboos began to grow upside down from the sky, and the deep mountain forest that was about to turn into a Buddha's pure land was immediately stained with ink.

Everyone was shocked by the black bamboo that suddenly appeared upside down from the sky.

A burst of guqin music struck.

The sound of the piano is elegant and classical, the rhythm is relaxed and lively, just like the scene of the early spring when the earth is recovering and everything is thriving, this sound overwhelms the deadly Sanskrit sound that makes people lose themselves.

Let everyone recover.

Profound Master Baihua also heard the sound of the galloping guqin, and was weakening his Sanskrit sound.

Who is it?
The huge Buddha raised his head, and the black bamboo hanging upside down in the sky paved a road from the sky down.

Half of the sky is covered by the bamboo forest growing upside down, and above the bamboo forest is a huge white tiger carrying a Taoist playing the guqin on its back.

The guqin sonata of "Yangchun Baixue" came from here.

With the Taoist on his back, the white tiger stepped down from the gap in the sky that was torn by the black bamboo step by step.

Compared with the grandeur of hundreds of monks in Baizu Temple playing music to welcome guests, this Taoist's style is indeed incomparable, but this Taoist has a feeling that he is already there, but he can already match the hundreds of people in the temple.

A piece of "Yangchun Baixue" woke up everyone here - this Guqin is really easy to use.

Although he has lost his self-awareness, there are still bits and pieces of spirituality in him, and he can automatically play all the pieces that Zhang Mingwu could play during his lifetime.

The tune played by the automatic guidance can be used as the medium of Li Wei's mana, changing into various forms and principles with different tunes.

If it is said that the master needs a staff to cast spells, then this Guqin is Li Wei's staff.

"Where is the master, the poor monk is far away to welcome you." Profound Master Baihua's Buddha body shook, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came and went, but it was to cover up his panic.

Who is this Taoist riding a white tiger in front of him?
He has been entrenched here for an unknown number of years, with eyes all over the place, and he has never heard of such a number.
"Centipede, also pretending to be a Buddha?"

Li Wei opened his mouth and pierced the centipede body of Zen Master Baihua, making Xuan Master Baihua even more shocked.

I should have almost lost the body of the centipede, how did the other party know?
Did you see through yourself?In other words, he is also a practitioner who has lived from the past era to the present.

No, it's impossible. How could cultivators have such a long lifespan? These cultivators, when they were immortals, had no way out.

"Amitabha, why don't you wait for the poor monk to get rid of the catastrophe first, and then talk about it, how about it?"

Zen Master Baihua said so, and the huge Buddha's palm was slapped towards Taoist Baihu.

At this time, the Guqin music started again.

It is "Guangling San".

The melody of the qin changed from a spring like a spring like snow to a murderous one.

In response to the song "Guangling San", on the road of heavenly bamboo hanging upside down in the air, all the black bamboos rise up from the sky, turning into rain of bamboos all over the sky, and a little bit of planets fall on the golden body of the Buddha.

(End of this chapter)