Dedicate One’s Mind

The Buddhist temple in Tianyu City occupies a large area, almost occupying one-tenth of the area of ​​the city. From this, one can also know that the status of Buddhists here is quite noble.

The sound of Buddha is lingering, the form of the law is solemn, and everything is familiar. Wu Yi has a lot of knowledge in the view of six dust in Mingyu realm, and this place is nothing special. Even so, the strange feeling that the Buddhist temple gave Wu Yi not only has not been eliminated, but has deepened.

Buddhism was able to take root in the north and was worshipped by all ethnic groups. It must have gone to the village to follow the customs. I don’t know that the novice monks nowadays still remember some of the Buddha’s teachings.

Grabbing the breath, Wu Yi sneaked into the Buddhist temple, followed the chain of cause and effect, and walked to a place where there were more causal entanglements. Not long after, he saw the warehouses piled up like mountains of gold and silver, and he couldn't help but think like this.

Buddhism said that the four are all empty. Wu Yi only walked a few times and found these. On top of a lot of gold and silver, bright red and dazzling blood dazzled.

Within the Buddhist temple in Tianyu City, I am afraid that it is already an evil temple, no longer Buddhist orthodox. The Mahayana and Hinayana dispute is, anyway, a Buddhist orthodox dispute. This Buddhist temple is neither Mahayana nor Hinayana.

The more he walked inward, the colder Wu Yi's complexion became. There were almost no one to observe the Buddhist precepts here. Especially after inadvertently broke into a basement, I felt sick.

Since Wu Yi has practiced, blood has flowed into rivers and his limbs have been flying wildly. But when he first saw this, Wu Yi still couldn't help cursing this Buddhist temple for hiding dirt and filth.

The skeleton is like a mountain, and the skeleton is like a forest. Human hair becomes felt, and human skin and flesh are rotten into mud. The human tendons were tangled in the tree, and it was burnt and bright as silver. It was really a sea of ​​blood, and it really smelled bad.

The above is not a scene of a monster lair, or a basement of a Buddhist temple. Strictly speaking, they did this not to satisfy the perverted animal nature, but a means of sacrifice. If I had listened to the monk's words, I am afraid that he would become one of the many corpses at this moment.

Those who would accept such sacrifices are naturally not the big Buddhas seen by the outside world, and an evil god, specifically, an evil demon outside the sky.

The faint dark red blood light stripped from the corpse, and entered the palm-sized idol in the center. After the rivers returned to the sea, the breath of the idol became stronger and stronger. Listen carefully, and you can even hear the melodious and continuous breathing. It looks like a wild animal.

The cause and effect around the idol is disordered, and the air luck is complicated. Wu Yi looked at it from a distance, but he knew nothing about it except for the idol. His birth strength seemed to be hidden by layers of veil.

Wu Yi just grabbed his breath from a distance and watched intently. In order to avoid being noticed, he even used the fortune chart. When he encountered such a Cthulhu, his humanity and luck had been destroyed by him.

Even if you use force yourself, you won't be backlashed by the humanity. In that case, why don't you go all out and wipe out the thoughts of this evil **** here, so that you can understand the situation.

Thinking of this, he did so, but waited until midnight, something that Wu Yi hadn't anticipated happened, just like a cow regurgitating, this evil **** would feed back the "corpses" that he had swallowed. , The "corpse" moved, and the separated skeletons were built up one by one, looking like white jade, crystal clear.

Once the skeleton is completed, it is flesh and blood, but this process is really indescribable, as if countless maggots are multiplying, it is a torture to vision.

Not long after, a living person appeared, or was reborn. He left the basement with empty eyes and returned to his original identity. Seeing that he was dressed, his status was not low in Skyfish City.

Such a person can control the entire Skyfish City without much control. 52 Literature

"It turns out that it was this method that controlled the Northland tribe?" Wu Yi looked at everything in front of him coldly, but then felt strange that if according to this statement, wouldn't the entire Northland tribe be controlled by the evil demon outside the sky.

The invasion of the evil demon outside of the sky, is it a universal incident or an individual case, is it all tribes are controlled, or only Tianyu City is controlled.

Intellectually, Wu Yi is more inclined to the latter. If it is really the former, Wu Yi doesn't think that the Dao Sect will tolerate this, and it will be settled early. However, you have to think about it in case of trouble, leaving yourself more leeway.

Wu Yi came quietly, walked quietly, with the fortune chart in his hand, even if the real body of the alien demon was a real demon-level great demon, Wu Yi could not be found.

When he left, Wu Yi followed the person after the "rebirth" and wanted to see how he changed. It is not difficult to find that the farther away he is from the Buddhist temple, the clearer his eyes will be. He is no different from ordinary people, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Wu Yi could hardly believe that this was a puppet-like existence.

Neither the wise eyes of immortality nor the dragon spirit of humanity had noticed the change of this person, Wu Yi raised his eyes and suddenly felt that he had inadvertently broken into a magic cave.

The puppets who were reshaped by the evil demon from the outside world all have the strength not inferior to the golden core, which is simply outrageous. Such an existence has not caused a backlash from the humanity.

It seems that the future of the catastrophe is really coming, and all kinds of demons and ghosts have jumped out. Wu Yi let out a sigh of relief, silently reciting the Four Cross Mantras, and dragged the puppet into his Buddhist Pure Land.

As soon as the puppet enters the pure land of Buddhism, after being entangled by Buddhism Sanskrit, it melts on the spot, just like an ice cube. In the end, it turned into a pure blood, mellow and inviting, if it was incorporated into the body, it seemed that it could make a leap forward.

"Small bugs, grandstanding!" Wu Yi snorted coldly, and the blood and energy fell apart and turned into fly ashes. In the end, there was only a thought of "harmless humans and animals", which came from the gods and demons.

Wu Yi didn’t touch this ray of thought, so as to prevent the evil spirit from fleeing. It would not be beautiful if the evil demon escapes~www.readwn.com~ On the next day, Wu Yi led everyone away from Tianyu City without any explanation. , Keep them here, not to mention a little usefulness, or cumbersome.

After the golden wuxi fell, Wu Yi returned to the Tianyucheng Buddhist Temple again, and returned to the familiar boundary. Wu Yi was fortunate that the idol was still there.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Yi silently recites the Four Cross Mantras, evolving into the Pure Land of Buddhism, enveloping the entire Buddhist temple, shining brilliantly and looking extraordinary.

Under the dark night, it was undoubtedly a gorgeous scene, the sanskrit sound of pure people's heart, and drifted to the entire Tianyu City by the sound of the wind.

Above the sky, a tall Buddha image appeared, shining the light of relics, and there were forty-two white rainbows in the sky, connecting north and south.

See you, convert to worship. In a few moments, gathered in the clouds and mist, boarded the Lotus Terrace, and sat down gracefully. The three thousand buddhas, five hundred arhats, eight vajra, and four bodhisattvas joined their hands together to finish the ceremony, and various visions appeared one after another.

This night, for the people of Tianyu City, is destined to be a sleepless night.

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