"I don't know how Xiaoyuer, Di Xin, Lao Long, and Grandma Yuanfeng are doing--"

Xiang Chen couldn't help but think of the friends who came with him again. Everyone should be reincarnated and reborn.

At this moment, the Western religion is located in the galaxy of Paradise.

A trial on selecting formal education for Western religions is also underway.

Above the star realm, the evaporation of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool turned into golden clouds all over the sky. Three thousand pagodas were floating in the sea of ​​clouds, and the causal bells hanging on the top of the tower were automatically without wind, playing the Sanskrit sound of "The Lotus of Wonderful Fa".

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the seven-treasure Bodhi tree, the sound of chanting the scriptures of hundreds of millions of monks suddenly solidified—

"All sentient beings suffer, but only enter our door!"

The sky suddenly cracked a golden gully. The glass chariot pulled by nine five-clawed golden dragons ran through the void, and each time the wheel turned, an eighth-grade golden lotus bloomed.

The young monk on the chariot was wearing a colorful cassock, and the swastika Buddha seal on his eyebrows was condensed from thunder in the eight hundred kalpas.

"It's the golden cicada and Buddha's son!" Some novice crushed the rosary in excitement.

I saw that the Holy Buddha's personal disciple was barefoot and the body was born not an ordinary lotus, but an upside down shadow of Mount Sumeru.

The pages of the Diamond Sutra that floated out of his sleeve rose in the wind, turning into three thousand gold Jialan guardians to open the way. The most amazing thing was the light wheel behind his head - the nine-level merit gold wheel, which was actually suspended by the halo of the saint's Taoist fruit!

When the Daleiyin Temple camp landed, the twelve-grade lotus platform automatically rose on the ground. Eighteen reincarnated monks formed formations and recited scriptures. The scripture culture was a physical Sanskrit chain, cleaning up the evil spirit within a hundred miles.

The demon cultivator who was hiding in the crowd was ready to cause trouble showed a look of fear in his eyes.

The blood suddenly penetrated the western sky. Eight hundred white bones and unicorns rushed towards him on the karma fire, and the red lotus karma fire was pounding in the eye sockets of each unicorn skeleton.

The leader was wearing a human skin robe and holding a white bone demon-subduing pestle. The one hanging on his neck was not a Buddhist bead, but 360 Daluo Demon Pills!

"The Demonic Rara of the Killing Buddha's lineage!" Someone was so scared that he fell to the ground.

The evil monk grinned and showed his teeth full of the rebirth mantra. He grabbed the passing demon immortals, and the moment the demon subduing pestle penetrated through his heavenly spirit cover, the demon corpse turned into gold powder and drifted away - it was the secret "Duer Rebirth Technique" produced by Xiao Xumi Mountain.

The disciples behind him were even more terrifying: there were nuns with skeleton pagoda floating above their heads, novice monks holding the entrance to the hungry ghost path in their palms, and even an ascetic monk who peeled off his skin and embroidered it into the "Ksitigarbha Sutra". Wherever they passed, blood lotus patterns automatically appeared on the ground.

Silence suddenly enveloped the northwest corner. Three hundred deaf and mute monks walked towards him with silent ripples. The old monk's lips were stitched to death by golden thread, and there was a bell hanging on his ears. Every time he swayed, it made the radius of ten miles into absolute silence.

This is an ascetic monk who practiced the power of the law of keeping silent.

What the disciples carried was not a Buddhist niche, but an ancient bronze bell with his mouth. The clock face was engraved with the six-character mantra "Om Mani Pame Hum", but every word was bleeding. When a demon clan accidentally laughed out loud, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes-

"Bang!"

The ancient bell rings, and the demon race instantly turns into a jade carving covering his mouth and laughing.

Pink mist came from the southeast. Thirty-six young monks wearing only gauze went barefoot in the air. Every time the foot bell rang, the statue of the Arhat collapsed on its own.

On the sedan chair they were carrying, they leaned against the two-sex monks—the left half of the body was a angrily slim Vajra with a tangled muscle, but the right half was a charming Bodhisattva with a half-exposed chest.

"It is the wonderful desire heaven of hermaphrodite!" Those who lack concentration lost their heart of Tao on the spot.

When the Master Huanxi Zen chuckled, seventy-two pink auras flew out of his mouth. Both men and women were contaminated, and a ascetic monk who practiced silent meditation actually tore his monk's robe and danced the demon dance.

The most terrifying thing is the turning sutra in his/her hand - the body of the cylinder is not a gem, but a solidified love karma!

The green light soared into the sky. Nine hundred celestial beings infected with the plague were held up by the Buddha's light, and blue light kept coming out of their festering wounds.

The monk dressed as the doctor held a jade bottle with his hand. He gently swept the willow branches in the bottle, and the gods and men lost their sick bodies and turned into a guardian of the Yaocha with green faces and fangs.

"The disease of Medicine Buddha is the Great Dharma of Bodhi!" Those who know the goods are sucking in cool air.

When the disciples of Yaowang Temple walked, mandala flowers automatically grew under their feet. However, the stamens of this holy flower were curled up with a smaller version of the baby.

When a hidden magic cultivator tried to attack, the presiding doctor suddenly turned the Yujing bottle upside down.

"Crash!"

The medicine liquid in the bottle poured out, and the demon cultivator was washed away from his demon bones and turned into a ignorant child babbling.

The ground suddenly raised a mound. Eighteen bronze giants broke out from the ground, and a monk with golden skin sat above their heads.

These monks had no eyebrows, and the "Heart Sutra" was engraved with a ring knife on the cover of Tianling. Thunder and fire were sprayed out every time they breathed.

The burly monk in the head was six feet tall and carried a nine-ring tin staff on his shoulder. Each ring of the tin staff was locked with a great demon's soul, and the bone beads of Asura King were hung at the bottom!

Every time he took a step, the mantra of "Hum" appeared on the ground, which shocked the onlookers to bleeding in seven orifices.

When the cold wind suddenly rose, eight hundred soul-guiding lamps lit up by themselves. The monks wearing black cassocks carried a bronze coffin with a transparent coffin lid. It could be seen that there was a rotting monk lying inside - the body of the contemporary genius disciple of Ksitigarbha Dharma lineage, "Monkey Netherworld".

His soul was riding on the Diting Beast at this moment, holding a chain pulled out of the hungry ghost path in his hand. Three thousand evil ghosts were tied to the other end of the chain, and these evil ghosts were crying while reciting the "Mantra of Rebirth".

The starry sky suddenly appeared in the daytime. Two hundred blindfolded monks walked up on the star track. The copper plate in their hands was not water, but a shrinking galaxy vortex. The head was embedded with a fragment of meteorites, which sealed the prophetic "Dharma-Ending Age" scene.

The strangest thing is their shadows - those shadows are actually divining themselves! A shadow's arm suddenly broke, and the corresponding monk immediately turned sideways, avoiding the hidden arrow that should have hit the back.

The elephant roared and the dragon shattered the clouds. Three hundred muscular monks came with a mountain of meat. The mountain was actually the golden body of their master, "Dragon Elephant Bodhisattva", a physical body Bodhisattva weighing 99,000 kilograms!

These monks left three inches deep footprints on the ground every step. Some individual cultivators were unwilling to accept it and went forward to compete. One of the monks gently patted the shoulder and knelt on the ground to cough up internal organ fragments.

The most creepy thing is the last team to enter the field. Ninety-nine monks led each other's causal lines in their previous lives, walking stiffly like puppets.

Each of them has the same face because they are all the previous lives cut out by the disciples of the contemporary disciples "Yinian Zen Temple"!

Zen Master Yi Nian himself was even more terrifying - his head was constantly changing in the childhood, youth, and twilight years. What was turning in his hand was not Buddhist beads, but a reduced version of himself.

When a monk looked at him for a few more times, the monk suddenly screamed, and Zen Master Yimian's age spots began to appear on his body!

In the center of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, the twelve-grade golden lotus platform slowly rises. The lotus platform is surrounded by eight hundred small arenas, each of which is guarded by the phantoms of the four heavenly kings.

The blue Yaosha in Yaowang Temple and the bronze man in Vajra Temple bombarded each other, and the bursting waves shattered the stars.

The pink fog of joy Zen erodes the silent realm of closed mouth Zen, tearing open cracks in the void, and the power of desire invades the demonic power of desire invades and corrodes

As the presided over the trial, Jin Chanzi sat upright on the lotus platform, looking at all this with calm eyes.

Suddenly, the Buddhist bell trembled, and countless trials of Buddha light fell from the sky, and the real battle was about to begin
Chapter completed!