I Am Immortal

Chapter 471: The Tao of Thousands of Autumns, Eternal Calamities, Three Thousand People, This Tao is mine only

Seeing the myriads of Buddha lights, they are clear and clear, and the auras of all the Bodhisattvas are familiar with each other. On the surface, these Buddha lights are the same as those of Avalokitesvara and others. They are very similar. They are both so warm, clear, and so refreshing. I want to get close, but if Maitreya's Buddha light is there or not, he will never be so overbearing.

 The Buddha's light of Manjushri Bodhisattva is solemn, and the Buddha's light of Samantabhadra is warm.

The Buddha's light of Avalokitesvara is like a piece of moonlight, and it is definitely not so domineering and brutal. Qi Wuhuo is actually drinking tea with Li Zhai at this moment. No matter what Li Zhai asks, the Taoist over there gently and slowly blocks it. , so all the divine thoughts entered this incarnation. Qi Wuhuo held the sword with his left hand, and slowly raised his right hand like a sword.

Endless convergence of cause and effect—

 The human energy in the body lights up.

 This place is within the realm of the human world!

Qi Wuhuo, who is equal to the son of Emperor Wa in terms of status and is inseparable from the human world. In the human world, all actions will be blessed to the greatest extent. When he mobilizes his human Qi, he will pick up money even when he goes out. , the probability of divination will be directly equal to [one] to a certain extent.

Countless causes and effects converged on this body, forcibly pushing the young Taoist's "Celestial Eye Supernatural Power", which was only a rough creation and not yet completely completed, to a considerable level. An endless stream of light appeared above the sword finger, wiping from the center of his eyebrows, Qi Wuzhuo's eyes After closing it, strands of golden light gathered together and turned into an upright eye, looking directly at the temple with clear Buddha light in front of it.

Just for a moment, the young Taoist frowned.

What you can see with the naked eye is indeed pure and comfortable, and the Buddha's light is clear. But when you look at it with the Dharma Eye, you can faintly see the blood-colored stream of light under the Buddha's light, and under the Buddhist rhymes rising into the sky, you can see the strands of ink. In the clouds, a faint sobbing sound can even be heard in the ears.

 Under the bright and aboveboard, there are shadows.

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and brushed it across his forehead, and all the Dharma Eyes dispersed. With his current cultivation level, it was extremely difficult and expensive to promote the power of cause and effect, but the luck of the world instantly made up for this consumption. He immediately pondered, it seemed There is indeed something fishy in [Landuo Temple]. Judging from the **** light, Guanyin and the others, who risked their lives to get in, may not fully understand the details.

“There are still cries. Are there any innocent people inside?”

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and suddenly his hands fell downwards, holding the hilts of the two swords transformed by the blood river. In the ancient times, that man had already stood in the realm of the great level, eager to go further. , the foundation and rituals of Blood Hedao Lord who surpassed the level of [Yu] or [Qing] were transformed into these two swords.

Although they are held in Qi Wuhuo's hands, the foundation of these two swords is killing and filth.

He is used to dirtying people's souls, dirtying people's spiritual light, corroding cause and effect, and cutting off bones and muscles. For the situation he is facing now, he is the best at it. Perhaps it is easier than Huo Yao. The young Taoist lifted up the two **** gods with their sheaths. Soldier, his hands were released, and his swords fell to the ground, sinking deeply like thorns in rotten mud.

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and started writing, writing in one breath a piece of Taichi Lingwen taught by Yuchen Daojun.

【untie】!

Hum buzz!

The two blood swords seemed to have directly reversed the process of being tempered into swords, and actually began to melt. Drop by drop of **** seawater flowed from the sword body. It was slow at first, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into Tao. The river of blood surges, and the river of blood turns into an immeasurable sea of ​​blood!

Qi Wuhuo stepped on the sea of ​​​​blood, swept his sleeves and robes, and the sea of ​​​​blood turned into a big river, surging and moving, one to the left and one to the right, running back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, two rather magnificent rivers were drawn. The arcs immediately merged in the other direction of the temple. The two blood rivers collided together, splashing up blood waves more than ten meters high, and then crashed down again.

If you look down from above, you can see that this temple is sacred and majestic, surrounded by countless mountains and forests, and under these mountains, there is an extremely wide and deep blood-colored river surrounding it. , the young Taoist shook his hands and threw out the relic that had previously defeated and beheaded one of the Buddha's three incarnations, and fell into the incarnation of the sea of ​​blood.

Then the palms of his hands rose up and pressed down slightly. The human luck suddenly gathered, and its momentum was so strong that it faintly formed a vortex around it that stirred the Yuan Qi. In an instant, the relics were forcibly stimulated, and they were immeasurable. The Buddha's light shrouded the sea of ​​blood, and it looked as if it had been reversely eroded by the Buddha's light inside Landa Temple.

“In this case, we can hide it for an hour or two.”

Qi Wuhuo sat cross-legged next to the sea of ​​blood.

His eyes slowly closed, and his Qi seemed to be in harmony with this world, and then his fingers wrote a talisman in the void, which was passed down by Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun and one of his twelve true transmissions [Brahma Qi Milo] As a part of the disciples who practice this magical power, their Yuan Qi is majestic and far beyond the ordinary. Although Qi Wuhuo has not practiced [Brahma Qi Milo Kung Fu Body], he understands the corresponding Jade Qing True Talisman.

At this moment, he wrote more than 300 true talismans in the void in one breath, causing it to continuously gather Yuan Qi to come here.

  To use after a while.

Just then, he raised his hand to pick a hair, put it in the palm of his hand, took a breath of Taiyi Immortal Qi and blew it, the hair fluttered up, and transformed into a small insect in the air, spinning in front of that person. After turning around, the young Taoist smiled and said: "Go, go, see what's inside, and see if you can find the innocent people detained here."

The insect was transformed by a ray of his spiritual thought. Hearing this, the insect turned around in the sky, flapped its wings, and flew forward. The young Taoist behind him exhaled a breath, and immediately flew straight in like a cloud and mist. [Landuo Temple], Qi Wuhuo slowly closed his eyes and used the method of condensing Qi taught by Dao Lord.

This insect entered this [Landuo Temple] easily.

But I saw light everywhere inside, and monks and nuns were coming and going. Everywhere in the main hall, there were Buddha statues, and on futons, there were monks meditating. Everywhere inside and outside, I could hear monks reciting Buddhist scriptures. If you don't know what's going on, you will see this. Such a picture really makes me feel that it is a holy place for monks and monks to practice, a pure city of Buddhism.

Qi Wuhuo felt a wisp of spiritual thought coming, but he could sense every trace of cause and effect.

He immediately controlled the little insect to fly forward, avoiding many monks along the way, and was almost discovered several times. It was just lucky that at this moment, those Bodhisattvas who also had the cultivation level of the True King were all setting up formations everywhere, and the other Arhats, Although some of the Vajras were said to be mentally sharp, they were still missing a trick and no trace of Qi Wuhuo was found.

Finally, this little insect came to the first hidden place. The insect turned around in the void and turned into a young Taoist priest wearing a light-colored Taoist robe with a gentle expression. His footsteps fell lightly, but there was no trace of his movements. It has never caused any karma, and has never been noticed by monks outside.

 Not to mention their current state of mental fervor, it is difficult for them to pay attention to things that have nothing to do with them.

Just a few words "Yu Qing Yuan Shi Tian Zun Zhen Chuan" already represent his attainments in the path of cause and effect.

How could it be possible that these monks who have abandoned the true Dharma and are as paranoid as demons can detect it?

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes and looked up. There was only an ordinary hall here. The young Taoist used the technique of cause and effect to move forward lightly. Ripples appeared in front of his eyes. This majestic and solemn Buddhist hall revealed its true appearance. It only took an instant. It seemed to have become a little colder. Qi Wuhuo saw various kinds of [Dharma Conches], [Dharma Drums], and [Treasures] densely placed on the shelves in front of him.

They are all necessary for setting up formations and rituals.

This should have been normal, but as soon as this man took one look at it, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

 The material of these instruments.

yes-

　　　The young Taoist restrained the word with force, preventing the murderous intention from completely erupting.

 A magic weapon similar to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?

As far as he knew, there was a lineage in Buddhism, and it was true that there were bone instruments, but the most authentic lineage should be that after the death of eminent monks, the bones and relics left by these monks were used to make utensils to show what they would do after death. The thought of protecting the common people, as well as all things in life and death, are all in vain, and the skin is like a bubble, and they are all gone in an instant.

However, there are so many of these magical instruments, so new, and the blood evil aura on them far exceeds the ability of Buddhism to detect life and death, leaving his own practice to future generations.

  “Newly made within the past ten years.”

 “In batches, they are prepared for the big formation early.”

The Taoist lowered his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly, his sleeves and robes rolled up, murderous intent rising in his heart as he left here.

The entire hall was densely packed, and thousands of magical instruments collapsed, turned into smoke, and disappeared.

The young Taoist found the second place where there are causes and effects. Here are Buddha statues, vivid and vivid, covered with golden paint, with lively and compassionate eyebrows, just like real people, some are men and some are women. Qi Wuhuo slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it. On top of this Buddha statue, I could sense the bones inside the Buddha statue, as well as the diamond nails that penetrated the lower half of the body from bottom to top.

　　　…………”

 The young Taoist slowly opened his eyes and said, "Buddha in the flesh."

In ancient Buddhism, if you practice, your true nature will not deteriorate, your soul will become a Buddha, and your body, a boat that survives the sea of ​​suffering, will not rot. This is proof of your magical power. However, this current line of Buddhism actually requires direct killing of living people. The Buddha in the physical body, otherwise, is the current lineage of Buddhist practitioners who cannot let go of this indestructible body, are unwilling to realize emptiness, and want to keep the boat that was scolded by the previous generation.

  Otherwise, it is that we are already eager for quick success to this extent.

However, Qi Wuhuo discovered that among these physical Buddhas, there were quite a number of people who had truly practiced Buddhism.

Their bodies are extremely hard, and they seem to have experienced angry struggles. They were forced to die on the lotus platform of the physical Buddha. They all had angry eyes, wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and refused to be touched in any case. Calm down and be kind and compassionate.

 Is this also part of the ritual?

Qi Wuhuo saw the names of each of the Buddhas transformed into human bodies by these Buddhist disciples.

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At this moment, Qi Wuhuo heard the discussion of two Buddhist disciples, seeming to ask how that group of people were still alive?

One novice asked: "Aren't they those traitors?"

"The vast Buddha Dharma, this body can be donated, but they can't see through it..."

“Huh, that means the Bodhisattvas are busy reciting the Dharma. Otherwise, how could An allow them to wait until now?”

“But it’s quick, we just need to wait until the Bodhisattvas are free..."

 “Yes, soon!”

Qi Wuhuo glanced at the two monks, and then took a deep look at the Buddha statue. He sighed and bowed deeply. The anger in his heart had turned into murderous intent. Perhaps this body was the most **** and brave soul. Transformation, or perhaps relying on the magic weapon of the double blood sword, the young Taoist seems to be more easily angered and murderous than before.

He turned around, turned into a ray of light, and walked in the direction the two monks came from, bypassing several checkpoints. Sure enough, he heard the sound of sobbing. When he looked around, he saw a huge monk's room. There were hundreds of people there, and a clear Buddha light circulated, turning into a barrier to protect the people inside.

"This is…"

Qi Wuhuo glanced around and saw the panic of the people inside, and then found a skinny old monk.

The old monk also seemed to sense something. He slowly raised his head and saw the young Taoist. His eyes, which had been squinted, suddenly widened. In an instant, Qi Wuhuo had directly entered the Buddha's light. These people were I have been trapped here for several months without seeing the sun, and I am not aware of the changes outside. I have already been frightened. When I saw the Taoist appear, I was frightened for a while.

 But they were able to survive until now, and they were not fools. At this moment, they subconsciously covered their mouths and did not make a sound.

 Then they all remained silent, moved to both sides, and got out of the way of the old monk.

The old monk looked at the Taoist in front of him and smiled with difficulty. His eyes were full of expectation and joy, and he said:

 “Amitabha, Amitabha, layman, you are here...”

Qi Wuhuo looked at the cramped environment here and these skinny and listless people, and said in a deep voice: "What is going on?"

The old monk reluctantly made a seal and used his mental skills to reverse his luck, allowing Qi Wuhuo to understand the situation and reasons of these people in a short period of time. The young Taoist's expression darkened.

When the collusion with Li Hui's father began, or even earlier, some Buddhist sects had already begun to prepare for a retreat. After all, humanity was booming, and with such luck sweeping down, no one could guarantee that Buddhism would succeed. So they began to prepare magical instruments and everything needed for the ritual, and these people all had certain special physiques.

 Perhaps disciples who were plundered, or believers who were seduced.

 As well as the assistance of previous generations of emperors.

Some people are already crying:

“We thought we were just chanting Buddha’s name and worshiping Buddha here, but we never thought it would be like this…”

 “I want to go home and find my parents…”

Another man said: "At the beginning, these monks just said that we were destined and treated us quite well. But about a few months ago, something suddenly changed. They started to take some people away, and then they They never came back, and when we questioned them, they just said that these people had returned home."

“We believed it at first, but more and more things happened, and we became more and more doubtful.”

 “Finally, we learned the truth.”

 “There was a conflict inside the temple…”

Not everyone is a good person, and not everyone is a bad person.

Just like yin and yang, everything cannot be one. There are monks who pursue the power and status of the Buddha so enthusiastically, and there are also monks who seek the loneliness and dharma of the Buddha. Eventually, conflicts break out. Those monks who practice Buddhism protect the people, but are plotted against them. After a lot of fighting, he was unable to rush out in the end, so he had to stay here, relying on some dry food and the old monk's magical transformation to hold on.

The old monk said softly:

“We have disciples and fellow practitioners who have been rushing out to break out and report the news, but they have not been able to come back.”

"The poor monk's opponents, disciples, and disciples all rushed out like this and never came back."

"We discovered last time that Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva seemed to have appeared. We thought we had hope. The last monks except the poor monk also rushed out. However, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva and the others never came back, but the poor monk believed that they would be able to rush out. of."

The old monk stared at Qi Wuhuo with his eyes widened, and said with humble expectation:

“Sure enough, Juezhong, Juehui and the others should have rushed out and told you the news.”

 Awakening, awakening wisdom!

Qi Wuhuo instantly thought of the rows of Buddhas in the flesh who were transformed into Buddhist disciples. His body froze slightly, and he suddenly understood how these monks, who had their eyes wide open until death and made boundless angry gestures, came from. They He fought tooth and nail to protect these people, and then rushed to Lanke Temple where the Bodhisattva sat in order to pursue the slim hope.

 Then he died at the hands of the monks who were also practicing Buddhism.

The young Taoist looked at the old monk in front of him and asked, "Those two are yours..."

The old monk said: "He is my last disciple."

Qi was confused and speechless, and immediately replied solemnly: "They have already informed me of the news."

"Is it is it…"

The wrinkles on the old monk's face loosened, and he whispered: "Great, they finally succeeded in passing the news... The people here are finally saved."

 “Thank you so much, layman, thank you so much, layman!”

The old monk stood up unsteadily, clasped his hands, bowed to the young Taoist, and then suddenly fell forward.

Qi Wuhuo helped the monk, and the old monk's hands shook unconsciously.

The Taoist saw the wounds on his fingers and wrists, and his pupils shrank. He quickly glanced around and saw many young babies around the old monk. Their mothers were all dead, and they would inevitably die without nourishment, but now they He was in good spirits, with traces of dried blood on the corners of his mouth, and the traces were still a little golden.

 “It’s your blood…”

Qi Wuhuo understood instantly.

The old monk had been nurturing these children with his own blood that contained strong vitality while maintaining the barrier. He had been doing this for almost a year and had already run out of oil. He grabbed Qi Wulu's sleeves and swathed his body. Trembling, as if he was still breathing, and as if there were still the last words he could not say, the old monk had tears streaming down his face and said, "Please layman."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

He grabbed Qi Wuhuo's hand. The old, veined palm somehow still had such great power. The young Taoist nodded slowly in silence. The old monk seemed to want to smile, but the light in his eyes had already faded. Slowly extinguished, the palm slowly loosened and fell to the ground.

If not for the hope of his disciples still surviving, he would have died long ago.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the monk slowly, bowed slowly, held his hand with his palm, closed his eyes, and chanted softly:

“All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.”

His voice was calm, but accompanied by the suppressed cries around him, there was always a sense of sadness. The children who were fed by the old monk with his own blood did not know that the old monk was dead. They were lying around the monk, and another one was lying on the ground. In his arms, he turned over and lay down. Looking at the old monk's drooped head and dull eyes, the child laughed.

Still looking innocent, she patted his arm and said affectionately: "Play with me!"

 One is dead, the other is new, one has his eyes closed, and the other has raised his eyes.

 An old monk and a naughty boy.

The young Taoist remained silent. At this moment, the monks outside realized that the Buddha's light was about to go out. They all shouted and laughed: "Haha, that old monk is dead!"

 “Ha, you have turned your back on the Dharma, you are a thief!”

 “Have a good death!”

 “It’s an endless **** now!”

Following these shouts, more than a dozen monks rushed in. The man turned slightly, his sleeves and robes rolled up, and the compassion in his eyes disappeared in an instant, turning into violent murderous intent.

 Clench a fist and take a step.

 Punch across the front!

The energy flowing from the fist edge swept across the wild waves. All the monk pavilions in front were broken, making a harsh and noisy sound, and disappeared in an instant!

 Return to purity!

The people behind became tense, and the people who stood up suddenly were stunned. For a moment, they looked at the back of the young Taoist in disbelief. The smoke was billowing in front, the Taoist's sleeves and robes were rolled up, and the body became transparent and disappeared, but there were strands of golden light. , fell to the ground and turned into a circle that included everyone.

The voice was calm and distant: "Stay here, don't leave."

 “…Okay, okay.”

　　…………

The Bodhisattva in charge of this formation received the message and said: "The rebel monk who was still resisting before is dead, and the last node of this formation will be under our control."

"good!"

“We have to do it as soon as possible, Guanyin and the other four may come back again.”

 “Indeed.”

“It is now time to magnify my Buddha’s Dharma lineage.”

"Good, good."

At this moment, the Bodhisattva suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the earth suddenly began to tremble. He looked surprised, stood up from the lotus platform, and looked away, but his expression suddenly changed, and he saw that the sky and the earth suddenly turned into a **** light. Infinitely wide, infinitely thick, the waves are surging, exuding boundless filthy and murderous intentions, occupying the heaven and earth, occupying everything.

 The sea of ​​blood rolled around like a roar!

Has submerged the surrounding mountains, rolled over suddenly like overwhelming earth, and then—

 Suddenly hit the Landa Temple!

 Violently shaking!

The boundless, pure and free Buddha light in Landa Temple suddenly dimmed. Although it was immediately replaced, it was still shaking violently. Several monks fell into the sea of ​​blood, and were drowned in the screams. They lost their life. All the more than ten Bodhisattvas in the middle suddenly changed their expressions and said, "Who is it?!"

 “Where is the monster!! Disturbing the purity of my Buddhist sect!”

 “Buddhism?”

The young Taoist opened his eyes. The magical weapons, the physical Buddhas, and the things he had seen before made him feel a surge of murderous intent in his heart. He held it with both hands, and the spiritual energy in the sea of ​​blood gathered together and turned into two swords. The sword energy was fierce and the killing was boundless, but the Bodhisattvas and Arhats had not seen that Taoist before their eyes. They only saw the violent sea of ​​blood, covering the sky and the earth, the murderous aura, and the filth of all laws!

They all used their magical powers to release magic weapons, and the Buddha's light soared into the sky and turned into pure things like lotus flowers, trying to stop him.

The Buddha's light rose up and turned into a lotus. The Buddhas withstood the attack of the sea of ​​blood, and the eyes of the monks showed joy again.

But the next moment, there was a sound of sword sound, and these pure lotus flowers collapsed from the middle, and then slowly dispersed. The heads of the Buddhas fell down, smashed into the sea of ​​blood, splashing waves, and slowly sank, filthy and terrifying, It quickly disappeared and turned into flakes of light. The previous cheers and joy froze for a moment, and the world became terrifyingly dead.

Only the lotus and other Buddhist dharma are annihilated and turned upside down, sinking into the scene of the sea of ​​blood.

 A cold and indifferent voice came along with the sword light, word by word:

 “The Tao of Thousands of Autumns, Eternal Calamities, Three Thousand Lives, This Tao is mine only.”

 “The heavy sword cuts off the soul, cuts off the karma and accepts the sin.”

 (End of this chapter)