After reciting a few verses, the shadow monk suddenly changed his words: "The Buddha is gone." So I'm late. ”

"There will always be a time when the Buddha's true consciousness in the artemisia grass will be exhausted, and on the third day of my fall into the netherworld, this true consciousness will finally run out of oil, and the Buddha will appear again before he disperses, and talk to me for a while. ”

"In just a few words, the Buddha was empowered, and the Buddha dispersed, but the monk vaguely tasted Bodhi," the shadow monk smiled and told his experience in the netherworld. In the floating city, facing the ink giant spirit, these words were addressed to his companions outside the city: "After that, I meditated for seven days, turned the taste of Bodhi into wisdom in my heart, and then got up and rushed to the Hidden Mountain, but the war here was delayed, it was too late, and the monk was wrong." ”

Opposite the shadow monk, the face of the ink giant spirit changed, the monk was not reciting the scriptures, but the mana in his voice did not decrease a bit.

Speaking casually, there is also the power of the scriptures, even if the heavenly principles can't do it. The ink giant spirit still needs to borrow the 'cosmic tune' to expand the magic sound, but the monk is the same as the vernacular and the scriptures.

What he says is the sutra, and what he thinks is the Fa! What kind of realm is this? Fortunately, the monk's current liliang is limited, and I think it is because his cultivation is far from recovering. But the realm is there, and restoring cultivation is just a matter of grinding time, and in time, this monk will become a big disaster, and he must be strangled in time

Although Tianli is a strong enemy, his insight is not bad.

Monk You's 'before leaving' and then appearing, this true consciousness does not carry much memory, there is no way to quote scriptures and make a long exposition, but why do you need too many words, a real Buddha's thought is a real light, a wisp of real incense. The monk sends 'him' zuihou a ride, and he can feel and taste the Buddha's light and Zen incense, which is far better than breaking the scriptures!

The monk's memory has not yet been restored, but his heart has reopened and cleared.

In terms of skills, the shadow monk is indeed inferior to the blind monk, the innocent sage, and the master of the sword domain, but this does not mean that he is not good at skills. On the contrary, when the blind monk left, it was this shadow monk who propped up the ancient temple and held up the ancient temple, and the light of the Buddha alone shone in the world. My only chance to survive is to get down on my knees and beg for mercy and beg you to be soft-hearted.

Regain your heart and be clear. For other monks, it is just a stronger state of mind and a more intelligent mind, but for shadow monks, it is a flower to see the Buddha and raise their hands to the sky.

In the past, he was just a confused and well-cultivated monk, but now he is a Venerable One who walks in the world.

The past shines brightly. Ignore the confused monk. But it will soon be reunited with His Holiness on earth. The monk had found his way back. The only difference: time.

Suddenly, Tianli's singing voice skyrocketed, urging the magic sound with all his might. Kill the monks today.

The monk's Yuan cultivation is insufficient, his Zen sound power is similar to the crazy laughter of the golden bell who does not listen to the demon, the two join forces, the ink giant spirit is still in control, and the time will drag on for a longer time, but he is still sure to kill all the strong enemies before the time of returning to the battle.

The song was desolate and vast, echoing endlessly in the blinding sky, and the invisible magic sound began to attack fiercely.

After the monk finished talking about things, he began to chant the scriptures again, gossiping and having scriptures, but the monk Mu Ne was usually not good at words, and he couldn't think of anything else to talk about if he didn't recite the scriptures.

The shadow monk's sutra has no tone, no frustration, a tone like boiled water, and his voice is full of compassion. Compassion comes from the heart, and it has nothing to do with tone;

The witch's laughter and bells are impatient, always high-pitched, and fierce as a knife.

One is compassionate, one is fierce, one is Su Jing's thirteenth soul, one is Su Jing's wife, gritting his teeth and suffering Mo Juling is a tea kung fu in the past, Tianli's singing voice is getting louder and louder, whether it is the sound of bells and laughter or the sound of mantras are firmly suppressed, monks and witches are still self-reliant, but they are crumbling. At this moment, another voice suddenly broke into the floating city:

It is very slight, it is difficult for ordinary people's ears to capture, only the good hands who have cultivated enough can hear it, and only the great repair that has entered the world to comprehend nature can recognize this sound: the sound of breaking the soil, germinating, and seed growth.

The sound broke into the city, but it came from outside the city in front of Su Jing, three feet away, a light bud drilled out of the ground, and the young shoots that appeared out of thin air grew very fast, pulling out stems, opening leaves, budding, flowers blooming, and a sunflower grew into a scene.

The flowers are like plates, bright yellow and bright sunflowers.

As soon as the flowers bloomed, the flower disc trembled slightly, and hundreds of flower seeds fell into the soil. In the next breath, hundreds of shoots grow, form, bloom, fall, a flower regenerates hundreds of flowers, and so on, just breath and breath, just a moment of effort, with Su Jing sitting in the heart, the vast flower sponge spreads, violently expanding into the distance.

The sea of flowers spreads out on the battlefield, the flowers do not hurt people, but the most ordinary sunflowers, they only know how to grow, and they can't do anything else. Kill the Yin soldiers and don't care, there are flowers growing around them, they sweep with a knife, and cut down a piece.

But the tenacity of life is actually enough to be cut by a sword, it is cut off, it grows again, it is uprooted, and new seeds fall into the soil, and the regenerated roots sprout again

The sound of a flower growing and opening is faint and inaudible, but what about a thousand branches, ten thousand branches, ten thousand branches? When there are sunflowers on every inch of the ground as far as the eye can see, when the continuous sea of flowers is swaggering together, the sound of the growth of Suosuo has already penetrated the heaven and earth and swept the floating city!

It seems to be no more ordinary than life, but it is the ultimate meaning of the existence of heaven and earth, nature, all the heavens, gods and Buddhas. The sound of the sea of flowers is the voice of life, the voice of life is the voice of the golden crow, the most straightforward and the most brilliant sound, it is not a law but far superior to all spells.

The sound of life, the sound of growth, the stormy waves generally attack the Blind Eye Heavenly Capital, help the witch and the monk, and fight the cosmic tune of the ink giant spirit! Su Jing has not woken up yet, but he has already made a move?

Tianli's complexion changed again.

It is not a realm to use such an ordinary sound of flowers to fight against the cosmic tone full of mystical laws, and to use the prosaic 'life' against the profound and vast universe. A realm that has nothing to do with Xiu Yuan, only a state of mind! A vicious battle has been fought until now, Tianli has long known that this group of sugar people is not easy to deal with, but he still hasn't expected it. Maybe their liliang is weak, but their state of mind is lofty, their thinking is boundless, they are the demons who practice shijie!

The sound of the law is heavy, the decisive battle in the floating city, I don't know when it started, the singing, the ringing, the laughter, the sound of the scriptures, the sound of the flowers, these sounds have changed their appearance, lost their shape, turned into a gang wind cry into a divine thunder sensation, the sound of the sky stirred the wind and clouds in all directions, rolling black gas and golden light, Buddha light, blood and rainbow light pressed heavily on the sky of the floating city, and slaughtered into a ball.

It's also the tea time of zuihou in the past, and the zuihou tea of Su Jing's entry into the law. Instantly. That 'Ling Tian' shattered in the sky, that golden pill burst into the nine heavens, and the long black stick beside him was cut off and broken!

After the bracelet was lost, so was the stick lost.

Kanemaru flew into the sky and disintegrated. Line up. From east to west. From the eastern horizon to the end of the western horizon, the sun blooms one after another!

Even in the midst of a fierce battle, it did not delay the three corpses to raise their heads and count the suns: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine!

Five days later. Shouldn't it be seven days? How could there be two more lamps, how could they jump to nine days?

Across the sky, nine days in the sky!

A flame rushed to the sky, and when he went out of the pass, Su Jingfei swooped down and looked at the sky.

It was also at the moment when Su Jing broke through the barrier that Tianli suddenly roared: "Collect!" His singing stopped abruptly, a mouthful of ink-like blood spurted out, and then the giant palm fell, and the roar did not listen to the monk Mo Giant Spirit thought that he was in control, but he didn't expect 'those flowers'.

The witch and the monk occupy the two poles of 'fierceness and kindness', and it is difficult to deal with the complementary sound and method, and the universe ruthlessly suppresses ten thousand laws, and the heavenly principle wins.

But the flowers bloomed, and the sound of life came, which completely changed the appearance of this battle:

In terms of cultivation, the principles of heaven are far superior, and there is no reason for defeat, but in terms of the true meaning in the voice, the cosmic tone of the ink giant spirit was realized by himself after observing the stars and the stars. The sound of those flowers blooming is the real, real life. This is a battle between the true genus of Xuanyi, the song is strong but 'fake', and the flower is fragile but 'true'. A true sound entered the floating city, and immediately the vicious battle dragged into a stalemate of entanglement and pulling.

If it's just a stalemate, it doesn't matter, what really shocks Tianli is: Su Jing jumped up and killed him, even if he was out of the customs, he should preside over the flower array. He rushed up, but the sound of the flowers did not decrease in the slightest? That is to say, there was someone else who presided over the sound of the sea of flowers.

This account couldn't be better: Tianli himself was dragged in the sound fight, and Su Jing jumped up and went directly to smash the Tower of Babel behind him and destroy the big array. If the array is shattered, the ink giant spirit of the main array will be counterattacked, and the sky should immediately make a decision, collect the sound of the law, and destroy it directly!

was forced to forcibly collect the Fa Yin, and there was not much difference between it and the Fa Yin being broken, Tianli was immediately injured, and the injury was not light, but it was negligible compared to the backlash of the large array, which one was light and which one was heavy, and the ink giant spirit could distinguish it very clearly.

Tianli was silent, and two women in the sky and on the ground fell to the ground at the same time

On the floating city, she didn't listen to the ground, she was knocked down, and the shadow monk made a move, and lightly touched her back of her mind. Don't listen to the prayer spirit, the thief broke out under the mania, cut twenty fierce gods, killed two heavenly shadow bodies, broke into the spirit of one palm and then fought in the magic sound, has long exceeded the limit of not listening, the spirit robe from the mountain treasury has been damaged, and if she continues to hold on, she will definitely die, and she is a monk who hit her;

On the ground, one foot in front of Su Jing's previous retreat, Yang Saburo fell to the ground, she jumped out of the ground first and then fell, and the boundless sea of flowers withered and withered with her.

It was not Su Jing who launched the sea of flowers, but her. is a golden crow, who else can understand the true meaning of life better than her, it all depends on her timely action, and the monk and the monk did not listen to it until Su Jing woke up. Huayin is true, dragging Tianli, but the true intention is not the whole of the battle, among which there is also a competition for cultivation, Yang Saburo is far behind, and he barely persists until now, and his true soul is no longer stable. If Su Jingwan wakes up half a cup of tea, she is afraid that her soul will be scattered.

The two women fell, and the ink-colored djinn attacked, and the huge palm covered the sky, and fell!

The shadow monk waved his hand first and shot out a pale golden cloud, the cloud wrapped and flew out of the city, the monk did not leave, stayed in place and looked up at the overwhelming hand, and followed the shadow monk to stretch his arms apart.

Standing and walking, raising his head and opening his arms, he stood and posed with a 'big' word, no matter what the posture was, and the lion's roar in his mouth was not a mantra at all, it was a roar full of piety, gratitude and expectation: "Buddha!"

(To be continued......