Chapter 944 The 9th Buddha!

Chapter 944 The 9th Buddha!

Chapter 944 The Ninth Buddha!
"Abbot Dixian, what's wrong?"

Yang Dongxiong noticed something unusual.

Di Xian said nothing, just looking at the center of the lake.

The center of the scroll is dark and colorful. Liang Qu, who is depicted as a free-spirited celestial being in this work, has his brows furrowed, his teeth clenched, the muscles on the sides of his face bulged, he is no longer calm, and his face is distorted like a furious Vajra.

next moment.

Strands of blood flowed along its spine, staining each layer like a blood-winged butterfly.

Long Binglin clenched his fists, Long E and Ying E's eyebrows touched, and Xu Zishuai and other onlookers were horrified.

According to Dixian, grasping the natal Buddha is dangerous, because it is all about spiritual will, and if the test fails, one may waste time and sink into depravity for a long time.

Physical injuries have never been heard of!
"Hoohoo!"

The scene was bloody. The little star monkey was frightened and ran away in the snow with its tail raised.

"Master, why is my junior brother like this?" Xu Zishuai looked towards Vajra King. Inside the Hanging Temple, all he saw were strangers. Only the old monk seemed somewhat familiar.

"Form, spirit, and matter, the three meet."

Xu Zishuai was puzzled.

Yang Xu asked: "Master, what you said is that my junior brother is very emotional, and what he thinks in his heart is reflected in his body?"

"Of course."

"Why is that so?"

"I don't know."

The old monk shook his head.

Xu Zishuai looked at Zhang Longxiang again, hoping for the help of this martial saint of the imperial court.

The Dragon-Elephant Martial Saint remained calm and said, "The six demons have been saved. We are just observing their changes. I have never heard of anyone saving the six demons and then killing themselves."

"..."

The rest of Zhen Tong did not say much either, but just observed silently.

"Wait! It's fine again!" Xu Zishuai stretched out his hand.

The wounds on Liang Qu's body appeared without any reason and were shocking. The next moment, the wounds on his back disappeared without a trace and without any signs. If it weren't for the bloodstains left on Long Lingxiao, it would have seemed like an illusion.

Before everyone was happy.

The wound on Liang Qu's back burst open again, more terrifying than before, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye, repeating the cycle over and over again.

"This……"

Could it be that grasping Vairocana Tathagata means one has to go through this?

This is too horrific, with blood all over the ground. Just looking at it makes my teeth and back ache.

Everyone looked at Dixian.

In terms of cultivation, Ming Wang is higher, but as the abbot who commands the entire Hanging Temple, Di Xian undoubtedly knows more when facing the natal Buddha.

But Dixian had no clue either.

He picked the Buddhist beads in his hand one by one.

Lightning like serpents of light struck the sea, the lead-gray water surface surged and undulated, and hills bulged up one after another, as if a sea monster was about to break out of the water.

The long laughter of the ancient ferocious beast shook the earth and the sky.

The blood meandered, clinging to the contours, flowing to the earlobe, as full as a young girl's breasts, and fell down.

pat.

The floor tiles are black.

A small flower of blood splashed out.

Liang Qu looked up.

His vision was dim and he could only vaguely see lightning flashing in the sky. He suppressed his smile and asked seriously.

"Are you Wuzhiqi?"

Rumble.

The thousand-mile chain smashed to the ground, and the hall shook.

The ceiling engraved with winged dragons began to disintegrate and shatter. The entire palace was crumbling, just like the mountains before, and the flickering skylight became clearer and clearer.

Wuzhiqi stood up, his five-zhang tall body was as majestic as a mountain, his sturdy limbs dragged the thousand-mile iron chain. Every unsatisfied swing was like a dragon dancing wildly in the water, the whirlpool it stirred up to tear the earth apart, and the flying water tore through the sky.

It walked to Liangqu, raised its foot, grasped with five fingers, and finally put it down, lowered its body, with sharp canine teeth protruding from its mouth, and a fishy wind blew in its face.

"you guess?"

Rumble.

The scratches from dragging the chain disappeared.

The dark palace pillars broke and collapsed, and the building tilted.

The earth cracked, flood waves rose on the sea, golden-red magma gushed out from the trench, and stirred up rolling white torrents, which then cooled into a black curtain wall at a height of several miles. Landslides occurred in the long mountain ranges, and they slowly sank to the bottom of the abyss, carrying with them the large iron-gray tiles engraved with cloud patterns and waves.

Liang Qu didn't hear it clearly at all, but he guessed what Wuzhiqi said. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, revealing his scarlet teeth.

"Guess your mother!"

He suddenly thought of something, sat up straight, stretched out his limbs, and laughed heartily.

"Damn it, all the Bodhisattvas in the sky, all the Buddhas in the ten directions, they haven't done anything meaningful! Not only do they not know how to discourage themselves, but they are also testing people all day long. It's either you testing me or me testing you. What the hell are you testing?"

"I'm sick!"

……

The setting sun casts a light golden hue on the white clouds, with occasional rays of light shooting out like golden threads.

In the evening of the second day of the Destiny Buddha Trial, the crowd slowly surged in, and everyone who came to worship maintained the utmost reverence.

Sudden.

There was noise in the team.

People looked up and began to exclaim in surprise.

Under the floating island, the Thousand-armed Golden Buddha, who had been holding the meditation seal without moving for two days, appeared somewhat blurry under the red clouds. On the left and right sides, like peacocks spreading their tails, five hundred straight Buddha hands, each holding up a golden wheel, cut through the air currents of the sea of ​​clouds and all clasped their hands towards the center.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Every time a pair of huge Buddha's hands come together and overlap, it is like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu, resounding through heaven and earth. A surging shock wave surrounds and spreads, dispersing the crimson clouds. The clouds scatter and change, and lions, tigers, six-tusked elephants and Pan Tianlong appear in the clouds.

"Brother Li, what is going on?"

"Has anyone grasped the natal Buddha?"

"Brother Li!"

The endless sound of bells continues.

The wild boar screamed and jumped out of the mountains in panic, knocking over the bamboo baskets, and ran wildly along the street, raising a cloud of dust.

grunt.

Inside the Fulong Temple, the crowd swallowed their saliva, were shocked and gathered around the person who knew more, asking questions one after another.

"I... I don't know." Brother Li had a bewildered look on his face. He stared blankly at the changes in the golden Buddha and flipped through the books in his hand that recorded the Six Desire Heavens, but could not find a corresponding explanation.

One hundred bells rang.

"The sea of ​​​​wish power is surging..."

"A new Buddha is being born!"

The long tusks are dripping with water, still, hard and slanted. The elephant king lying in the elephant pond pushes them away from the playful baby elephants and looks up at the sky solemnly.

Three hundred bells rang.

"Did the Elephant King say so?" Di Xian asked.

The little monk nodded vigorously.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..." Di Xian clenched the beads, his eyes shining.

"Abbot, what does this mean?" Xu Zishuai asked worriedly.

On the floating island, they also felt the changes in the golden Buddha beneath them. It was completely different from what they had said before about the Buddha being squeezed out. When thinking about Liang Qu's abnormality, it was hard not to be concerned.

"Mr. Liang's natal Buddha is not among the five hundred arhats, eighteen bodhisattvas, or eight Buddhas!"

Xu Zishuai was at a loss and looked around: "Then...where is it?"

"The world of ten directions."

"?"

Dixian explained patiently.

"Nirvana without Residence has not been of this size since its birth. Except for the fundamental Buddha, all of them are the result of the great virtues of Buddhism in the past generations, combined with the wishes of all living beings, and condensed bit by bit over countless years. Today, donor Liang broke through the barrier, although no one knows why, but he has added a ninth Buddha to Nirvana without Residence. Before it is completed, no one knows what Buddha it is."

"what?"

The brothers looked at each other.

The elders of the Four True Sects were greatly shocked.

Invite Buddha yourself?
"Master, has this happened before?"

"No!" Di Xian looked a bit serious. "This is the first case in history. Whether it will succeed or not is still unknown. Asking the Buddha to enter Nirvana is like a stonemason building a tower. It is not the work of one person. It also requires fine stones. If I ask the Buddha rashly, I am afraid that his power of wish will not be enough!"

"Burn one of my relics for him."

A golden light gathered around everyone, forming a vague human shape. Looking closely, it was like ripples in the water, rippling and shaking.

The figure suddenly spoke, which scared Xu Zishuai.

Di Xian stopped twisting his Buddhist beads and bowed respectfully: "I understand."

The golden light dissipated.

The abbot left in a hurry.

Xu Zishuai pointed to the place where the figure had just appeared and looked at Vajra King.

"Master, what just happened was..."

The old monk said, "Dharma."

"The first ancestor of Zen Buddhism?" Everyone around was a little frightened.

"It's the remnants, right?" Zhang Longxiang asked.

The old monk nodded.

Boom!
The sound of nature lingers in the air.

Four hundred and ninety-seven bells rang.

Thousands of Buddha's hands overlap completely, making the mudra of joining hands.

The Nirvana of non-abiding has three heads and six arms.

His figure flashed, and three heads and six arms merged into one body!
There is a round golden halo, a white five-wisdom crown on the head, and he is wearing the three robes of a monk. He is in the appearance of a Brahmacharya monk, and has the thirty-two wonderful marks and eighty minor marks. He is seated in the Vajra cross-legged position on the lotus moon throne. The sky and the earth are constantly disappearing, and I am the only one who is supreme!
The great sun has come!

The Hanging Temple and the Fulong Temple are both well-known. When the cloud boards are struck, thousands of monks gather in the main hall to chant scriptures.

"Malala, Malala, hum..."

(End of this chapter)