Red Cloud: Establishing Mahayana Buddhism as a Holy Spirit

Chapter 67 Bold Enchanting!I want you to show your true colors!

"Haha~"

In the wilderness, under the laughter of an old man with white hair and beard, his body walked on the tip of the grass strangely and lightly.

"Hehe~ Daoist Chang's wind is refreshing."

The old Taoist turned his head, and suddenly saw the young monk who suddenly appeared beside him and walked side by side with him. His heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm, and he laughed loudly: "Young man, my generation of monks is free! People, it’s not that the old Taoist practiced in the mountains for nearly a thousand years before he got what he is today.”

I saw this bald monk, dressed in plain white clothes, with a string of Bodhi Buddha beads hanging around his neck. There was a stern look on the young man's brows, but his face was full of smiles at this moment.

"Hehe, senior has white hair and a childlike face, he walks like flying, breathes calmly and calmly, and has reached the pinnacle of cultivation. May I ask how many years you have cultivated?"

Seeing the other party's friendly inquiry, the old man secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He probably didn't come here to find trouble. He laughed and said, "Time doesn't spare people. It's been 300 years in the blink of an eye."

"And you young man?"

The bald monk smiled and shook his head while running, "I'm ashamed, I'm only a few thousand years old, not as good as you, senior, who can steal the sky and change the sun in just 300 years, just pretending to be a fake!"

In an instant, the relaxed laughter turned sharply downwards, revealing a burst of murderous intent. Under the horrified eyes of the old man with white hair and childish face, the bald monk shouted sharply: "I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

The figure flickered directly in front of the old Taoist. Under the terrified eyes of the other party, the bald monk suddenly shouted angrily: "Bold and evil! I want you to show your true colors!"

The old Taoist with white hair and childlike face stopped in horror, only to see the bald monk's hostility all over his face, and he suddenly shouted, holding the curse seal with one hand.

"Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Makong! Appear!"

A sound of thunder echoed in my ears, and the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face suddenly exclaimed in horror, "Forgive me, mage, I have cultivated deep in the mountains for many years, and I have never harmed anyone by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon."

Under the dazzling Buddha's light, the old Taoist with white hair and childlike face suddenly struggled in horror, but facing the powerful monk in front of him, he was helpless.

A white light flashed, and the old man with white hair and childlike face screamed in an instant, revealing his ferocious body, a thousand-year-old spider spirit.

"Hmph! You have deceived the crowd with evil words, and you have never harmed anyone. Why do you have resentment all over your body!"

Seeing a calf-sized spider appearing in its original form, it became furious, "Damn it, the human body that the old Taoist practiced for thousands of years was actually destroyed by you, the old Taoist will kill you."

Monk!Do not!It should be Ksitigarbha.

I saw a bald man in white clothes snorted coldly, pinched his seal and shouted: "Monster! Do not change your nature!"

However, the spider, who was about to yell desperately, turned his head and ran towards the deep mountains and old forests in an instant. After seeing this scene, Ji Zang immediately yelled and flew to catch up.

"Want to hide, cassock!"

With a loud shout, the thin white cassock on his body burst out in an instant, almost covering the entire mountain like covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

"Prajna Bamakon~Prajna Bamakon~Prajna Bamakon~"

Ksitigarbha, with a stern look between his brows, stood directly in the void, frowning, staring at the hills covered by cassocks, while constantly chanting mantras on his lips.

"receive!"

A loud shout sounded suddenly, and the white cassock disappeared like a tide in an instant, and returned to Jizo's body.

A fist-sized spider, already out of breath, appeared behind the palm of his hand. Seeing this scene, Jizo sneered, "Monster, let's see where you want to escape."

"You can't catch me, I'm a disciple of the sect..."

"To shut up!"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Ji Zang glared at him with furious brows, and threw the spider essence in his palm to the sky, and shouted at the same time: "You will never change your nature, if this is the case, let the heavens accept you."

Pointing two fingers at the spider spirit suddenly, the spider spirit fell to the ground in an instant, and its body began to swell.

"No, I'm not ready yet. I can't survive the catastrophe. I will die. I will die."

"Hmph! If you devote yourself to cultivating, the catastrophe will be easy to overcome. If you lie a lot, I will spare you, but the sky may not forgive you."

"Ah ~ Monk, my ancestor is a disciple of Jiejiao, you wait, you wait ~ someone will come to avenge me."

Click ~ click ~
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly one after another catastrophe fell continuously. In a short moment, under the sound of thunder, the sky and the earth became clear again, but there was one thing missing. The spider spirit just now was wiped out under the catastrophe.

"Junior Brother, why do you want to let the opponent's soul escape?"

At this moment, a man in black appeared, with disheveled hair, and he looked quietly at the bald monk in white.

"Brother Wutian."

Dizang in white first bowed respectfully, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother, I don't know, although this demon has harmed human lives, most of them are evildoers. Since the sky has forgiven him, why did Dizang Can't you forgive me?"

One sentence immediately made Wutian smile, "Hehe, I don't agree with it. Heaven's evil is still forgiven, but self-inflicted evil cannot live. The escape of this primordial spirit may cause trouble for you."

"The curse?"

Ksitigarbha, who laughed at himself, raised his head and smiled proudly, "Although brother and I practice Buddhism together, Master once said that everyone has his own Tao, and a simple word 'Tao' is countless in the hearts of countless people." way."

"My way! My Buddhist thoughts are my Ksitigarbha, not my brother."

But Wutian laughed domineeringly, "Hehe, but the master once said, be careful not to cause trouble, and the senior brother advised the junior fellow, or don't do it, and if you are capable, it is better to be foolproof."

"My Buddha is merciful, good~good~"

"Hehe, Buddha? What is a Buddha? The Buddha of Mahayana Buddhism is the Buddha of the master, and Western Buddhism is the Buddha of two saints. Everyone has their own Buddha, even! You are the Buddha yourself!"

When he said the last sentence, Wutian took a deep look at himself, his junior brother.

After the two looked at each other, they all laughed. The Buddha's thoughts are different but the same. Isn't it better than the three thousand ways?What about the [-] side door?The same is true.

"Senior brother's cultivation has really improved rapidly, and he has entered the mysterious fairyland."

"Junior Brother, isn't it too soon? The True Immortal has completed the Great Consummation, and half of his foot has already stepped into the Profound Immortal Realm."

The two flattered each other, their pressure was not small at all, they were both under the master's sect, their footsteps were almost the worst, and even the rest of them were about to step into the Golden Wonderland.

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