Why did the Buddha head catch the evil Taoist, an old monster who has been alive for many years, catch it off guard? It's like Sun Wukong defeated Frisha in Dragon Ball. Many years later, Frisha was resurrected and became stronger, and it was almost invisible.

"What a powerful resentment, why did the remnant soul of the demon path suddenly run away?" The Buddha's head said that he could not understand.

If the remnant soul of the demon Tao has been so tyrannical, Li Xianyu would never have lived until now. He must have encountered something not long ago. But these are nothing more important. The most urgent task is to convince the descendants of the demon Tao. The physical persuasion of the unparalleled war soul does not work, so there is only spiritual persuasion.

"Papa!" Two tentacles twitched on the back of the Buddha's head without warning, enough to crack the steel force, but could not shake the thin and old body of the Buddha's head.

"Donor Li..." Buddha looked at Slime and said mercifully: "This thing is unruly and difficult to control, and it will definitely cause great trouble in the future."

"But I have no choice but to suppress it." Grandma Zu sighed.

Upon hearing this, Slime became obviously proud, danced wildly with tentacles, and whipped the Buddha's head a few more times.

"The demonic path could not be driven away by it back then, because the demon had been integrated into one with him. But now it is imprisoned in the left hand, and the operating space is much wider." Buddha-headed Dandan smiled: "There is a secret method of sealing demons in Lianghua Temple, which uses Buddhism as a cage and incense and vows as flames, which is especially suitable for sealing such a guy. Suppressing for 774 forty-nine years, even the most stubborn monsters will be destroyed."

"It's okay." Grandma's eyes lit up: "This thing is stubborn, but it is a creature after all. It has been tempered with Buddhism and incense for forty-nine years, and it can be ground to death."

The dancing tentacles froze, and it shrank back quietly, obediently slumped on the ground, honestly.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha's head clasped his hands together, and a "卍" character lit up on the eyebrows. It rotated clockwise, causing a circle of golden ripples. The more it turned, the faster it became. When it reached a certain level, the ten thousand characters left the Buddha's head and eyebrows, and were printed on the center of Li Xianyu's eyebrows, and then disappeared.

Grandma Zu breathed a sigh of relief. With the Buddha's head taking action, this wave was very stable.

Her combat power is unparalleled in the world, but her mental power is not her good at it. In terms of mental power, from ancient times to the present, Buddhism has been the big shots in this field.

Buddhist meditation and Taoist meditation are both supreme methods to condense spiritual power. After ten years of being a Taoist monk, Taoist otakus is even more exaggerated. It is no problem to live in seclusion for a long time. This spiritual cultivation is terrifying.

Anyone who is an extremely master of Buddhism and Taoism is well deserved to be invincible in spiritual power.

The only thing I have to worry about now is whether my great-grandson can hold on. The great-grandson's sea of ​​consciousness is like the uninformed yellow-flowered daughter. Now there are fallen angels, demonic souls, slimes, and a Buddha head in them... Suddenly, they are covered in big men, and they are all at the level of African chiefs.

Grandma was afraid that her yellow-flowered daughter would not be able to bear it.

But if you can hold on, the benefits are obvious. The great-grandson's spiritual power practice will achieve twice the result with half the effort. Others also need to expand their sea of ​​consciousness so that they can accommodate longer and larger sizes. Great-grandson does not need this. He can directly accommodate African chieftain-level sizes. One step away from development, and just accumulate mental power is enough.

The mental power will increase rapidly in a short period of time.

"The advantage of being forced is that opportunities are always with them, which are not available to previous generations of successors, so the promotion speed of previous generations of successors is far less than that of him. The disadvantage is that they are not sure when they will die. Should they let him leave some blood for the Li family in advance?" Grandma Zu fell into deep entanglement.

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The Buddha's head condenses into a colorful sea of ​​consciousness. The sea of ​​consciousness is the Buddhist saying, and the Taoist sect is also called the Zi Mansion. The sea of ​​consciousness is hosted by human souls.

The colorful sea of ​​consciousness of a normal person represents all kinds of distracting thoughts of seven emotions and six desires. Ordinary people cannot freely touch the sea of ​​consciousness, and occasionally enter in dreams, arousing the seven emotions and six desires in the sea of ​​consciousness, and then they have various dreams.

The Buddha's head swept his eyes and was slightly stunned. In the colorful world, blue and blue are the most. The former represents calmness and rationality, while the latter represents depression and fear.

The second is dark red, which represents blood and killing.

He had little contact with Li Xianyu. In the Buddha's understanding, this disciple's son was smart, but he was also very unrestrained and a standard prodigal son. However, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the purple-red, which represents lust, did not have a foothold.

Reason and calmness are his strengths; depression and fear should be his own situation; blood and killing represent his hatred for the outside world.

The exaggerated, unruly and unrestrained manifestation is just his disguise.

Seeing the deepest mental state is equivalent to having an in-depth understanding of a person. The Buddha's head knew it, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. He didn't care how difficult Li Xianyu's situation was.

Buddhism not only talks about compassion, but also talks about cause and effect and fate.

This is the fate that Li Xianyu must bear.

The colorful world rumbled, and black and red expanded rapidly, occupying half of the sky. Two emotions condensed into a blurred outline of a man's face.

On the other side, all the colors twisted into a winged and spread out, and the image of a female angel was embossed.

Then, two legs appeared on the female angel Yingying's small waist, tightly wrapped around her, and a head was poked out from behind her.

The fallen angel was carrying a blurred human figure behind her back. The human figure hugged tremblingly on the fallen angel's back, occasionally waving her arms to cheer for her.

This scene is both abstract and vivid, giving people the feeling that my mother is carrying her son to the battlefield. Her son is almost scared and she is still stubbornly cheering for her mother!

"Amitabha." The Buddha's head chanted the Buddha's name as if the bell of a great bell, and the heaven and earth shook.

The golden Buddha light rose from his body, and the glimmer expanded very quickly. Soon, the golden light lit up the sea of ​​consciousness, forming a three-legged tripod with the colorful fallen angels and the black and red demonic paths.

The two sides of the confrontation noticed the Buddha's head and looked over.

The human figure on the back of the fallen angel was so excited that he waved his arms hard and conveyed a thought to the Buddha's head: "Grandpa, dear grandpa, your grandson is here."

The Buddha's head and face twitched slightly, ignored him, and rode the golden light to the opposite side of the demon soul. The golden light in the sky formed a sharp contrast with the surging black and red colors.

"Master Wangchen, death is like a lamp extinguishing. There is no reincarnation in the world. No matter what happened, it has passed. Why bother to be obsessed with it?" The Buddha clasped his hands together: "Let go."

The demonic soul did not speak. He looked at the Buddha's head indifferently, indicating that the red anger was surging.

The vague human figure who claimed to be his grandson conveyed another thought: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense to him, and... recite Buddhist scriptures to save him."

The Buddha felt that it was reasonable and recited the Buddhist scriptures: "Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless..."

In the world, another sound was like a loud bell.

The Buddha's head is transformed into two, the two is transformed into three, the three is transformed into six... Finally, the eighteen golden bodies are divided into two differentiated. Some are pedaling on the divine dragon, some are riding on the white tiger, some are holding the sky with both hands, and some are sitting cross-legged.

Visualization: Eighteen Arhats!

Both Taoism and Buddha have exclusive visualization methods, which are a method of spiritual cultivation. The visualization method cannot be achieved quickly, and only water mills can be used. It is rare for ordinary monks to visualize one of the eighteen arhats in the sea of ​​consciousness for ten years. However, it is impossible to visualize the eighteen arhats in the sea of ​​consciousness. The Buddha's head can only visualize the eighteen arhats in such a way.

These eighteen Arhats are manifestations of the manifestation of the spiritual power of the Buddha's head, and they also have very powerful combat power.

There are eighteen people as powerful as me, so I will ask if you are afraid.

Eighteen golden arhats rushed towards the demon path and instantly drowned in the dark and red clouds of fog. The clouds representing anger and fear are constantly surging, and sometimes golden light penetrates the clouds.

The fallen angel flapped his wings and wanted to go to help, but the blurred human figure behind her quickly stopped her: "My mother, don't go, you can't fight again if you are injured, let the old bald donkey charge in the battle."

The most powerful thigh in the world is not slacking off.

Suddenly, a lion roar on the Buddha's head came from the endless fog: "The Dharma is boundless, donor, do you understand now?"

The black and red clouds exploded, the demon Taoist face collapsed, and the scattered dissipated.

The two black and red emotional colors returned to the colorful large army. When the two rebels saw that their generals were slaughtered, they immediately abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. Li Xianyu felt that he was light and felt relieved.

The eighteen Arhats merged into one and turned into old and thin Buddha heads.

Li Xianyu rode over with his mother, crying with gratitude: "Dad and good mother are not as good as grandpa, thank you for your help."

The Buddha's head looked at him faintly, and it was really hard for his blurred face to make a gratitude expression.

Li Xianyu's spiritual cultivation is far from touching his own sea of ​​consciousness, let alone having his own image. Such a vague human form is still fusion with the fallen angel.

"Grandpa, has the residual soul of the demonic path been destroyed?"

"Where comes from, where to go?" Buddha's head shook his head: "Even a wisp of residual soul cannot be solved by three punches and two kicks."

The demonic path is so strong...

Li Xianyu was worried, and at the same time, he became a little bit hateful because of love. He had several experiences of watching memories. He had an inexplicable favor for the demon.

I treat you as an old man, but you want to take over me.

My heart is wrong, but the scumbag is forgotten.

"Is there a way to save the remnant souls of the demon path?" Li Xianyu asked, remembering that he had not added a honorary title, so he hurriedly made up for it: "Grandpa."

The Buddha's head was alone for decades, and suddenly there was an extra grandson, which was so painful that he shouted at his grandfather.

"It will take some time to force the resolution, unless it can relieve his obsession, but it is almost impossible..." The Buddha's head suddenly stopped.

"The master knows what the evil Taoist resentment is?" Li Xianyu said seriously. This time he was not ashamed, but his expression was serious (although his face was blurred).

"Why should I mention the past again!" The Buddha sighed.

People die like a lamp extinguishing, and there is no reincarnation in the world.

Therefore, the four words "death is a debt to be paid off" are recognized in the blood group. Li Wu was eager to die for a long time, and after his unparalleled war soul was self-proclaimed, the blood group had never looked for Li Xianyu for twenty years. If it weren't for the opening of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace, Li Xianyu would not have become the target of public criticism.

Whether it is a debt owed or a debt collection, everything will be empty when you die.

"Master, please tell me." Li Xianyu clasped his hands together and spoke in a serious tone: "Do you know the two Taoist priests, Tai Su and Wang Zhen?"

The truth he wanted to know might be on the Buddha's head.
Chapter completed!