Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 519 Lotus Body, Peerless Beauty

The reappearance of the third Buddha, although it was only a clone of Mo Luo, still shocked Li Daoxuan.

Of the three Buddhas in front of him, the oldest one should be Amitabha Buddha, holding a green lantern in his hand to dispel the darkness and illuminate the night sky, his eyes revealing the vicissitudes of life.

Not to mention the Buddha Sakyamuni, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the earth, which symbolizes the heaven and the world, and I am the only one.

The future Buddha with a big belly, Maitreya, wearing a yellow robe, holding a cloth bag, and smiling, gave Li Daoxuan a chill.

Although they are just avatars, they have a trace of the charm of a real Buddha, and the strength of each avatar is beyond the Yangshen realm, at least Li Daoxuan can't see through it.

All of a sudden, Mo Luo had three more helpers, and the scene seemed to be reversed.

But the Tsing Yi Empress remained indifferent, she looked at Mo Luo and the others quietly, and said: "Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven for desecrating the ancient Buddha?"

Mo Luo laughed loudly, and said, "God's punishment? If the Tathagata is alive, I'm still afraid of him, but it's a pity that he's gone now!"

This is also the reason why he dared to cultivate these three clones. Otherwise, if the gods and Buddhas are alive, if they realize that someone dares to pretend to be evil, they will immediately hit the "Tathagata palm".

Tsing Yi empress shook her head, said: "I don't know how to be in awe, I bring myself to perish."

The celestial light bloomed, the lotus swayed, and the moonlight twined like a ribbon, as if covering her with a silver veil.

Lighten her feet, the Empress in Tsing Yi flew up into the sky and took the initiative to attack the four of Mo Luo. Although there was only one of them, she had an oppressive aura.

Both hands form the lotus seal, the gods are radiant, and there is the law of life and death.

boom!
The chests of the golden bodies of the past Buddha and the present Buddha were suddenly sunken, shaped like lotus flowers, and were blasted tens of feet away at the same time. The place where they were hit showed a rotten color, as if they were being eroded by the years.

"Go together!"

The four of Mo Luo surrounded Tsing Yi, ready to take it down quickly.

In the past, when the Buddha blew lightly, the green lamp in his hand emitted a blue flame, which seemed hot and not hot, and seemed cold and not cold. It was designed to burn people's souls, and even the body protection fairy light could not stop it.

Now the Buddha clapped it with his palm, and the huge Buddha's hand smashed towards the Tsing Yi Empress, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

The future Buddha threw the cloth bag in his hand, and the cloth bag quickly became larger, almost covering the sky and covering the sun, emitting infinite suction, trying to suck her into it.

The Buddhas of the Three Ages shot at the same time, each showing their supernatural powers. Although they were just clones, each one was an existence beyond the Yang God Realm. Looking at the world, they were all extremely powerful, which made Li Daoxuan sweat subconsciously.

He is ready to smash the Heavenly Seal.

However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared.

Facing the four powerful supernatural powers, the empress in Tsing Yi remained calm and let the flames of the blue lantern fall on her body without showing a trace of pain. Instead, the flames extinguished automatically after a short period of burning.

The lotus dharma body ignores all soul attacks!
In "Fengshen Bang", after Nezha practiced the lotus law, his spirit and flesh are united, and he is not afraid of all spells and magic weapons that affect the soul, and has repeatedly made miraculous achievements.

Let those heretics who are good at attacking the soul almost doubt life.

In the past, the flame of the Buddha's green lamp could pass through her body-protecting fairy light, but it could not burn her lotus dharma body.

Now the Buddha's palm print fell, and the green-clothed empress pinched the vase seal with her hands, and a phantom of the vase appeared in the void, just like the mutton fat jade bottle in Guanyin's hand, emitting infinite fairy light.

The menacing palm print was directly sucked in by the treasure vase.

The cloth bag of the future Buddha had some effect, sucking the Tsing Yi empress into it, but the next moment the cloth bag suddenly swelled up, like a ball that was constantly inflated, and finally exploded with a bang.

The Empress in Tsing Yi flew out of the bag, with three thousand blue hairs flying, her eyes were like the moon, shining coldly.

The most eye-catching thing is the six arms behind her, like Avalokitesvara, or the lotus seal, or the vase seal, or the Liuding god fire seal, the flying fairy seal, the bright moon seal, the ghost seal...

clang!clang!clang!clang……

With a loud bang, the four of Mo Luo were continuously beaten away by the fairy light, and scars frequently appeared on their bodies. Although they continued to display their supernatural powers and their golden bodies were full of energy and blood, they were still beaten into a panic and retreated steadily.

Moro let out a growl, trying to turn the situation around, but an embroidered shoe stepped on his head, directly crushing his head to pieces.

"You can't kill me!!"

Moro roared, and the shattered head gathered together again, and it recovered in an instant.

boom!
Immeasurable immortal light burst out, condensed in a slender jade hand, carrying a majestic divine power like the sea, and directly slapped the body of the Demon Buddha towards the sky.

Then the Empress in Tsing Yi turned into a five-color divine light, soaring up to the sky, chasing and killing Mo Luo.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, she and the four of Moro fought together again. With her own strength and the body of a woman, she showed a peerless demeanor. She was extremely powerful, overwhelming the third Buddha and Moro, and smashed the opponent's golden body. splash.

That slender, white and slender hand seemed to be the most terrifying weapon in the world, with all kinds of seals, carrying the light of flying immortals, the heaven and earth resonated, and the avenue resonated in harmony!

The phantom shadows of dragons and phoenixes, rosefinches, and Baolians emerged and reflected the heavens.

Li Daoxuan was dumbfounded.

Empress... so fierce?

He thought of the few times he had been contemptuous of his mother before, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Still alive... so good!
call!Suck!
Intense spiritual fluctuations emerged, like a long whale sucking water.

The old master didn't pay attention to the battle, but closed his eyes at some point. He stood with a sword, and the [-] acupuncture points all over his body glowed like stars floating and sinking, devouring the surrounding aura and nourishing the dry flesh and blood.

This is the performance of "Huang Ting Gu Jing" who has cultivated to the fourth level, awakening [-] "gods" in the body, developing the potential of the physical body, and devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This is also the reason why the old master can live to 120 years old and still have such combat power.

After an unknown amount of time, the old Heavenly Master slowly opened his eyes and had recovered a lot of strength. He stared at the battle above the sky with a heavy voice.

"The divine power of Empress Tsing Yi is also limited, but Mo Luo has the body of Maitreya, and his magical power is almost endless. This is where he can continue to be resurrected."

After a pause, the old celestial master sighed: "It is said that Maitreya Buddha has practiced for 4000 years, and his body contains majestic magic power. Fortunately, Hui Chan fought with his life so that Mo Luo could not completely grasp his body, leaving A ray of life."

Hearing this, Li Daoxuan worried: "Master, what should we do?"

God said in a condensed voice: "Mo Luo, you must kill him, and tonight is the only chance to kill him. After tonight, when he completely masters Maitreya's body, the world will face a catastrophe."

"Master, what about the seal, is there any way to seal Moro?"

The old heavenly master shook his head and said, "Maybe there is, but I haven't thought of it yet, and I want to make a break with him tonight."

Wait a few more years, and he will die of old age. How can he avenge his wife?
"Master, if you hold these two immortal artifacts, they may be useful!"

Li Daoxuan handed over the plague clock and Fan Tianyin to the master.

The old heavenly master did not refuse, accepted it, then took a deep look at Li Daoxuan, and said: "Tai Chong, you go first, if I lose with Tsing Yi Niang Niang, you go to disband Longhu Mountain and hide, you will not become a fairy!" , never think about revenge."

He wants to leave a seed for the world. If the world is reduced to a demon realm, then Li Daoxuan is undoubtedly the last hope. With his aptitude, he may be able to defeat Mo Luo one day.

Boom!

The sound of thunder roared, and the old heavenly master stepped into the void and flew up into the sky, surrounded by golden thunderbolts, even his hair seemed to be dyed golden, like a thunder god descending from the earth, his power was astonishing.

He resolutely joined the battle, and together with Tsing Yi Niangniang fought against Mo Luo and the third Buddha.

The sea of ​​clouds was stirring, and the night sky in Luoyang suddenly lit up, sometimes filled with fairy light, sometimes thunderous, sometimes blue lanterns and Buddha shadows, and sometimes demon roars shook the sky!
Li Daoxuan did not listen to the old heavenly master's words and leave, but opened his heavenly eyes and stared closely at the battle.

This is a battle that he can't even intervene in. The only thing he can do is to temporarily lend the plague clock and Fantian seal to the old heavenly master.

The joy and pride of being promoted to the Yang God Realm disappeared, and he deeply felt a sense of powerlessness.

Clenching his fists tightly, Li Daoxuan knew that he couldn't just leave like this, because whenever he had this idea, he would feel a huge panic.

Looking at the Tsing Yi Niangniang and the old heavenly master who were still fighting fiercely with the four of Mo Luo, Li Daoxuan had a faint premonition that if he escaped now, he might survive, but he might regret it for the rest of his life.

He clenched his fists and thought hard.

Since embarking on the road of cultivation, he has encountered many powerful enemies and encountered many dangers, but he can always find a breakthrough point and come back from desperation.

Calm down, must calm down!

Li Daoxuan thought for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

There is no better way, it seems that we can only use the 'backhand', but why hasn't Xiaotian come back yet?Calculate the itinerary, it should be almost here.

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, a black shadow flashed past and ran to Li Daoxuan.

Xiaotian was almost foaming at the mouth, panting from exhaustion, white smoke was coming out of his paws, his whole body was exhausted, his pupils were bloodshot, and he had traveled for countless distances.

"Woof, master... over there... everything is ready..."

Li Daoxuan nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

This is the backhand he has prepared for Mo Luo, and it is also the strongest combat power he can produce at present-the Four Saints Great Formation located in Chang'an City!
A few days ago, besides writing letters to shake people, he also sent Xiao Tian to Chang'an.

The main reason is to let Xiaotian explain the matter of Luoyang to His Majesty, and then temporarily move the people out of Chang'an, leaving only an empty city.

In this way, Li Daoxuan can transfer Mo Luo to Chang'an through the supernatural power of shifting stars and changing battles, and then fight with him with the help of the Four Saints!

This was his last resort, and a last resort.

Because the Great Formation of the Four Saints is powerful, but it consumes the national luck of the Tang Dynasty. It is natural to be able to kill the Yang God Realm like the evil five elders, but in the face of such a terrible enemy as Mo Luo, Li Daoxuan is not sure how much national luck will be consumed to kill him. beheaded.

If Mo Luo is killed in the end, in exchange for the decline or even collapse of the Great Tang's national fortune, the price will be too high.

And now that he has witnessed Moro's continuous rebirth, Lee Do-hyun is even more uncertain about this.

Even with the addition of the Four Saints Formation, he should only be at the level of a concubine, and there is no way to completely kill Mo Luo.

But it seems...he has no better way.

As soon as Li Daoxuan gritted his teeth, he had already made a decision in his heart, and was going to use this last resort to gamble that the Four Saints' formation could kill Mo Luo!

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth, ready to transmit the sound to the old heavenly master and empress, but a toad suddenly jumped out.

"Cuck!"

The toad jumped in front of Li Daoxuan, uttering words, it turned out to be the voice of an old beggar.

"Boy, never do that!"

The voice of the old beggar was very anxious.

"The Four Saints can't kill him, sending him to Chang'an is a dead move!"

……

Luoyang city.

A slender and thin figure was struggling to carry a young monk on her back. Every time she took a step, wisps of smoke would rise from her body, as if she was being tortured by a burning fire.

Even so, she still clenched her silver teeth, her eyes firmly turned to the little monk, and she walked forward step by step.

"Xuanzang... hold on..."

"I'll take you to...see the doctor..."

Xiaotang's every step at this moment feels like thousands of needles piercing the bone, and it's still red-hot.

The word 'Buddha' on Xuanzang's palm became hotter and hotter, and his heart was no longer bleeding, but his whole body was still dying, and he would die at any moment.

When falling from the air to the ground, Xiao Tang used his own body to hold him back, slowing down the speed of the fall, so that he didn't shatter to pieces.

At this moment, Xuanzang's body is hot as fire, and he still has some kind of supernatural power. To the ghosts, it is like a blazing furnace, not to mention touching it, even approaching it is like a light on his back.

But Xiaotang walked for a long time with his back on his back.

Gradually, scalded blood blisters appeared on Xiaotang's fair skin, densely packed and constantly bursting, and that delicate and lovely face became unrecognizable, like a ghost.

Gradually she couldn't walk anymore, her body got lower and lower, and finally she even struggled to crawl on the ground, her scorched nails were full of mud.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, her hand suddenly touched a strand of robe.

Xiao Tang struggled to raise her head, her pupils were almost burned out, and she could barely see a blurry figure, who seemed to be sitting cross-legged.

"Save...save Xuanzang..."

"Take him...to see the doctor..."

Xiaotang seemed to be begging, but his voice was extremely hoarse, like swallowing coke, his throat was almost scalded.

The person sitting cross-legged showed compassion, and said: "Amitabha, I know."

Hearing this, Xiao Tang finally felt relieved, and the obsession that made her persevere until now gradually dissipated, and her scorched body slowly cracked open, and then turned into ashes from head to toe.

"Little Tang...Little Tang..."

Xuanzang, who was in a coma, chanted Xiaotang's name.

She didn't speak, just made a gesture of spitting bubbles.

Although the parents gave birth to her, they always wanted a man to pass on the incense. They often sighed and sighed. Later, when she died of illness, the parents just buried her in a random grave and became a lonely ghost. corpses for food.

In her short life, the happiest time was in Daxingshan Temple in Chang'an.

At that time, she hid in the water tank and vomited bubbles every day. Listening to Xuanzang's rambling, she thought that this little monk was really talkative, and she really wanted to slap him unconscious.

But after getting along for a long time, she liked the little monk more and more.

He would carefully bandage his wounds, change fresh spring water for himself every day, wrap the best part of the vegetarian meal with a white cloth and bring him to him, and stand in front of her when everyone called her a monster.

No one has ever cared so much about her...

The ashes floated up, danced in the wind, circled Xuanzang again and again, and finally disappeared.

"Amitabha!"

Huichan supported Xuanzang with one arm, and suddenly found that two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the little monk's eyes.

He sighed softly, as a Buddhist disciple, this little monk shouldn't have been in love with the female ghost, but facing such pure and beautiful emotions, who can say they were wrong?
Suddenly, Huichan saw the word 'Buddha' on Xuanzang's palm, and his spirit was shocked, as if he had been hit by a blow, his palms trembled a little.

"This is... the real Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)