"Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth of the monk ......"

Bursts of Buddhist chanting sounded from the Demon Temple of Prajna Mountain. Before the sound of the Buddha sounded, there was already the sound of the temple morning bell, which spread all over the surrounding mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles.

There are many cities and villages around the mountain, and there are many ordinary people living in the world, men and women weaving.

The plan of the year lies in the spring.

Plough the land, hoe the weeds, sow the seeds......

In the spring season, although the sun is not hot, but in the morning when the sky is slightly bright, there is white dew and white frost in the mountains, and when the sun rises, once the dew and hoarfrost melt, the air will become very humid, and people will be very uncomfortable.

In particular, the peasants in heaven and earth wore hats on their heads, sweat towels around their necks, and thick warm clothes on their bodies. When the white dew and frost evaporate into water vapor and wet the clothes, and sweat flows out and wet the underwear, it is the most uncomfortable.

There is no other way for people in the world, but to be diligent and diligent, even if the palm of the hand is stained with dust and cannot hold the hoe, they will spit into the palm of the hand, and after wetting the palm, they will dig it down with a hoe and hoe.

Farming in the spring season is called "doing spring in the spring." ”

The area around Mount Prajna has not changed year after year, day after day, from almost a certain amount of eons before to this day.

However, today's sky scene seems to be different from usual.

For some reason, the birds and finches in the mountains are silent, and the insects and frogs do not sing. Even the sound of the monks chanting scriptures in the Demon Punishment Temple in the distance seemed to be as loud as before.

A touch of golden-black brilliance is flying from the northeast sky.

Some farmers noticed the vision in the air, looked up, put their palms across their foreheads, as a pergola, looked into the distance, squinted their eyes and resisted the stimulation of the morning sun's rays, and then they could barely see clearly, in the golden black light in the air, there was a huge black lotus.

The sight of such magic weapons flying in the air has long been familiar to the peasants.

But behind the lotus flower in the northeast sky today, there seems to be a bright red wave, which is galloping.

The lotus flower is extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, it flew from the end of the sky to the side of the mountain, and the golden-black flowers stood in the air, with a radius of hundreds of meters, like a big mountain.

The bright red blood-colored waves followed the lotus flower.

The whole sky is like an ocean.

And the blood wave was like a tsunami, sweeping from the northeast, and a blood-colored tide roared in the air, slowly covering the entire sky.

By the time the peasants in the mountains reacted, the entire sky was bright red, the sunlight was blocked by blood, and the clouds had disappeared.

A sea of blood covers the sky!

Someone shouted: "The evil demon is born, it must be the birth of the evil demon!"

Someone shouted: "There have been rumors in the ancestors that the Hengshan Demon Emperor is extremely powerful. Didn't you say a few days ago that Ji Wushuang, the number one master under the Demon Emperor's throne, entered the Demon Punishment Temple, and that day was just murderous, with dark clouds, where is it like today, the sea of blood is monstrous?"

Someone knelt on the ground, folded his hands, and kept bowing in the direction of the Demon Temple, shouting over and over again: "Amitabha!

As for the hoe and plowshare, they have long since been discarded in the field.

People conform to the herd.

There was a person kneeling in the field and chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha, and the others naturally followed suit, kneeling down to the Demon Temple with five bodies on the ground, and calling Amitabha Buddha.

Bang!

A blood-colored lightning bolt fell from the sky.

The terraces on this hillside face right to the east.

The posture of the peasants kneeling in the fields was naturally seen by the lifeless ** in the depths of the sea of blood in the air.

Bang!

A blood-colored thunderbolt fell from the sky, beating the peasants who knelt down in the mountains to pieces, and a body of flesh and blood actually rose into the air against the blood-colored thunder and merged into the sea of learning.

"Between heaven and earth, I am **! The rest of the Buddhas are all fake Buddhas, fake Buddhas, you wait to worship false Buddhas, and seek your own death, no wonder this Buddha!"

Wusheng** sat on a golden-black lotus flower, descended from the sky, stood proudly on the top of the green mountain, and stared at the Panruo Mountain dozens of miles away in the distance.

"When the Buddha returns, why don't the disciples in the temple come out to greet him?"

With a cruel smile on the corner of Wusheng**'s mouth, the lotus flower under the seat shook slightly, turning into a black light road dozens of miles long, from the top of the green mountain, all the way to the gate of the Demon Temple.

Knock knock!

Wusheng** stepped on the top of the black light road step by step, and a circle of black ripples appeared under the soles of his feet.

Master Wufeng was leading the monks in the temple to do a morning class, just after reciting the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, it was just the time to recite the Pure Heart Sutra, and suddenly saw the red light in the sky, the blood waves were monstrous, and he was about to fly out of the Demon Temple to investigate, but he happened to hear the sentence "The Buddha returns".

"Could it be that Patriarch Bodhi has returned to this temple?"

As soon as this thought came out, Master Wufeng's expression changed in shock, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

Even if it is a Buddhist monk, the four are empty, and at such a moment, it is difficult to calm the excitement in his heart. But immediately, Master Wufeng felt that something was wrong with the situation, he stared at the blood light in the air, and an auspicious cloud was born on the soles of his feet, and he flew out of the main hall.

Master Wuqi, Master Wuji, and Monk Yinyue followed Master Wufeng, and the monk's robe fluttered, reaching the thousands of meters in the air above the main hall.

"Amitabha......! What kind of Buddha is this?"

The blameless monk's face stiffened, staring at the steps coming to me without life**.

Master Wuxian also gasped, recited the Buddhist scriptures silently in his mouth, and then waved his sleeves to perform the method of sound transmission, and the sound spread throughout the entire temple of the Demon Temple, "Hit the bell!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Nine bells, something extremely important will happen.

Immediately, Master Traceless waved his robe, and said, "Hit again, nine rings!"

Nine more bells, earth-shattering.

All the monks and nuns in the Demon Temple have changed their expressions greatly. Everyone knows that the ancient bell in the temple cannot be rung casually. On weekdays, the evening drum and morning bell are only three bells. Even if the Hengshan Demon Emperor attacked, or Ji Wushuang killed the Demon Temple some time ago, only nine bells rang.

Now, the bell is ringing eighteen times in a row.

It has long been recorded in Buddhist scriptures that under the seat of the Buddha, there are eighteen arhats.

And the eighteen bells are called alarm bells!

The mountain protection of the Demon Temple is left by Su Bodhi, and the mystery is abnormal. As early as when Wusheng ** appeared ten miles away, the big array launched the formation on its own, manifesting a golden formation light cover, which had covered the Demon Temple.

Wusheng ** stepped forward, stopped outside the gate of the Demon Temple, and stood at a height of thousands of meters, but was blocked by the formation light shield.

The closer the distance, the more clearly the monks of the Demon Punishment Temple can see the face of Wusheng**.

There are two sides to Wusheng**, the front is the face of a male Buddha, the face is full of golden-black Buddha light, the eyes are eyeless and beadless, only glowing with black light, like a black snake swallowed out of the eye socket.

Wusheng ** glanced at Master Wufeng with the face of this male Buddha, then turned around, and grinned at the monks of the Demon Temple with the face of the female Buddha on the back, and muttered four words in his mouth: "This Buddha returns!"

This female Buddha face is even more vicious than the previous male Buddha face.

From the abdomen to the chest, there are six ru, bright red as blood. Among the left and right, each grabbed this headless and armless baby, with a hideous face, a mouth full of fangs, and blood dripping from his mouth......

"Who are you?"

Master Wufeng was on guard and asked in a deep voice.

A golden body of Buddhism rushed out from the top of Master Wufeng's head.

Even when he was fighting against the Demon Emperor at the beginning, Master Wufeng didn't look as nervous as he did today, and he didn't dare to slack off. Just because just when he looked at Wusheng **, he almost lost the Buddha's heart, it seems that his soul has been taken away, and his soul will be drowned in the boundless sea of learning, if it is not for the timely manifestation of the law and the power of the law to suppress the mind, I am afraid that at this moment, I have been broken by the Wusheng ** with a look, and I will immediately lose my mind!