028 Merit Water

A golden auspicious cloud was born at the feet of the master, holding him up and landing on the third floor of the golden pagoda.

He sat cross-legged on the eaves of the tower and continued to talk about the scriptures. Before long, dozens of layers of gold plate portals on the pagoda were automatically opened, and there were many creatures in it. There were 70 or 80-year-olds, young children described as young children, bull demons with double horns, and evil spirits covered with black smoke, all of whom were shaved their heads and sat in their loaves in the tower. Two palms together to concentrate on the scriptures.

They read on the same frequency as that of Master Tongshen. Thousands of creatures recited at the same time, and their voices resounded through the sky. May the magic power increase many times in an instant, the pagoda shine brightly, the more golden flowers in the sky fall more and more, and the golden lotus platform with large wheels gushes on the ground.

People consciously walked up to the lotus platform, sat down cross-legged, and listened to their scriptures with their hands together. Although they could not fully understand the meaning of the scriptures, they could also feel wonderful. From the inside out, from head to toe, they were extremely comfortable.

Soon, the people in the palace, whether they were ministers or civilian slaves, ran to the tower to listen to the scriptures, and more and more people around them came from all directions. Every time a person walked under the tower, a golden lotus platform would automatically grow on the ground for them to sit and listen.

He talked for nearly an hour, and then the falling smallpox piled more than three feet high on the ground. The golden lotus platform floated on the sea of flowers and slowly rotated. Tens of thousands of golden lotus covered the ground for dozens of miles, really as if it had been in the legendary paradise.

However, Ye Jianling watched in a fixed situation, but these lotus flowers had empty images and had no substance. The Buddha's light and rain-like ceiling were not only not a little solemn in his eyes, but full of a strange atmosphere, especially when the monk told the scriptures, his face was full of evil spirit, as if with a faint smile.

However, what King and the others saw was another solemn scene. He led the ministers to kneel on the lotus platform, burst into tears with excitement, and shouted, "May my Buddha be merciful and overcome my suffering!"

The rain sacrifice flew over and went to the king with his hands: "Your Majesty! We believe in God. Instead of worshipping the Son of God, you come to beg the monk. What if the Son of God gets angry and causes disaster?

King Moshi pushed him away: "Only I, Buddha, Buddha, am the true god in the world. I am a great god with infinite magical powers. The God is like us. There are also birth, old age, illness and death, and there are also such troubles. It's just that he enjoys a relatively big blessing. When he enjoys his blessings, he will fall down. How can it be compared with Buddha?

The rain sacrifice sounded like earth: "The son of God said that this is the end of the Dharma era, and demons will change into various appearances and use various means to deceive ** us, we..."

When the master sitting on the tower saw someone stirring up the situation, he immediately used the magic power of the King Kong lion roaring: "Demon Tao, don't make trouble. Dharma, now that the True Buddha is here, how long will it take you to convert!" The sound he spoke was like thunder in the dry land. The rain sacrifice trembled all over his body, and his soul was full of ups and downs, and his true breath in his body was almost directly lax. To others, they only felt solemn and respectable.

Master Tongshang stretched out his hand down, and a golden lotus platform appeared at the foot of the rain sacrifice. The petals were lit with golden light, forming nine petal-like light films closing up, and he was about to trap him in it.

Rain sacrifice is Xu Danqing's registered disciple. He has been practicing Taoism for more than 60 years, and his experience is much richer than that of Ye Jianling. As soon as he saw the golden light flashing under his feet and the lotus rose, he immediately released the gossip knife that he had warmed all his life. This knife is a total of eight mouths, refined with gold, and when it was just been refined. Hou is just a lower-grade magic weapon. He used his family's efforts to cultivate the top-grade magic weapon, and even communicate with him. He already has the nature of a magic weapon.

The handleless golden knife flashed with dazzling light, lined up in a gossip array around the rain sacrifice, spinning clockwise in the direction of his fingers, pouring out a piece of golden light like water. The golden lotus platform was immediately cut horizontally, scattered into many random flying firefly astigers. He lifted his imprisonment, hurriedly stopped his feet, and took advantage of the earth to escape. Go up and fly to the Holy Mountain.

"The demon road is killed!" The master sacrificed rain and broke his lotus platform. He couldn't help but be angry. He pinched a Buddha seal in his right hand and shouted, "The Buddha's light shines!" A big golden hand fell in mid-air and patted the rain sacrifice like a fly.

When the rain sacrifice saw the big hand condensed on his head like a mountain, he was about to release the gossip knife again. Suddenly, he heard a clear and angry shout from the halfway of the mountain: "You bastard demon monk, how dare you deceive the public with me? Are you impatient to live!" A cold black hand flew out of the precious light corridor of the Moji Palace. There was a huge whirlpool in the palm of the hand, releasing a powerful suction power. When flying all the way, there were milky water vapor clouds, and the suction power made the surrounding rocks fly away, and the vegetation shook wildly. The sound was more powerful than the golden light Buddha's hand of the divine master. Not inferior.

"Boom!" The second hand was held in the air, and the pure energy hit and exploded, as if it were a muffled thunder hit on the ground, which directly collapsed a cliff.

Ye Jianling came in the wind. The more he saw the monk, the more wrong he became. Not only was he not as compassionate and solemn as the legendary monks. On the contrary, he was strange and suspenseful. In the end, he was simply not like a disciple of Buddhism, but like the demon of the demon religion. When he saw that King Mo was confused and praised by him, he grew up aggressively. When he came out of the palace, he wanted to give the monk a good look. As soon as he walked to the Baoguang corridor, he saw him offering sacrifices to the rain. Seeing that the golden light Buddha's hand was magnificent and he was unwilling to show weakness, he immediately grabbed him back with the blood coagulation god. Every day, he went to the harem Xianjing to raise his mana to the ten-level Chaoyuan realm of Qi practice. At this time, the blood clotting spirit was captured and released, and he actually fought with the monk for half a catty.

Master Tongshen didn't expect that the person to come with such a power. Seeing a teenager quickly fly close to the wind, he used the magic power of the King Kong lion roaring and shouted: "He Fang's demon child, who dares to call himself an ancestor here, confuse the world, and dares to be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Raise your hand and release the purple gold bowl.

The bowl is a treasure. It grows rapidly in the air and is a hundred feet in diameter. It can easily install a small peak and buckled upside down. The golden light in the bowl is as turbulent as water. There are images of fish and dragons in it. At first glance, it is quite mysterious and is falling down in front of Ye Jianling.

Ye Jianling saw the power and did not dare to resist with the newly learned black water magic skills. He directly released the Huangquan sword. This time, he urged the sword light soared more than 1,000 meters, and the thin yellow sword light rolled upside down, like a yellow lightning that cut the sky, cutting the bowl in half at once.

Master Tongshen thought that he had collected demons and ghosts, and there was no disadvantage. How much Taoism this teenager could be. He must have been captured in one place. Unexpectedly, he was cut in half by the other party. The array in the bowl directly collapsed, and the imprisoned fish and dragon soul had to understand and flew away one after another. Escape, and all the loaded merit water spilled down.

Buddha's practice pays attention to merit and virtue. The Divine Transformation Sect is famous for its magical power and uses all means to absorb believers. Naturally, this beloved merit water cannot fall. First, they have to collect the dew on the lotus flower and put it in the bowl, recite the scriptures to the water every day, and blessing it with magic power. Over time, the water gradually produces aura. It can be used to treat diseases and save people. The higher the ability, the more people can be saved, the more effective the water will be.

There are eight Bodhisattvas under the divine transformation king, including a Paramian Bodhisattva. She often holds a clean bottle in her hand. The merit water in it can save all the sufferings of the world. Once there was a Taichong real person in the Shenxiao School who was hurt by fighting with people. To the point where he had to solve it, this Boromi Bodhisattva took the initiative to come to Taichong. The real person's Yuanying was immersed in the water of merit, only three days and nights. Taichong's real person solidified and recovered as before.

Master Tongshen also refines meritorious water, which is usually stored in the bowl. After accumulating over the years, at least one pond can be filled. At this time, the golden bowl broke, and the Buddha'szhou prohibition inside was all invalid. All these merits and water were spilled down and dripped everywhere.

In the heavy rain, it was mixed with nearly a hundred black black spots, and was pushed to the sky over the golden tower by a cold wave. The master's hair stood up all over his body and didn't notice it well. He opened his eyes to look up and recognized that the black spots were water thunder. Suddenly, his face changed, and his sleeves flew up in the air for a while.

The so-called Guishui is the water of the sea. Guishui thunder is refined from the essence of the sea water, which contains the magnificent power of the ocean. Although it is not as dazzling as the golden thunder method, it is not as violent as the fire thunder method. It is just dull and inconspicuous, but there are irresistible in it. The power of heaven and earth.

There was a rumbling sound, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The golden tower more than ten meters high was shaken left and right, and the golden light flashed. The tables, chairs and beds placed in the tower all rolled into a ball. The pearls hanging on the tower fell one after another, and many of them were directly blown up.

Ye Jianling hung in the air and shouted to the exhausted man below, "What are you still sitting there?"

He saw that these golden lotus smallpox were all in their shape in the fixed situation, but now they are also solemn in front of them, which makes people can't help yearning for worship. Even he can't distinguish them. Naturally, those ordinary exhausted people can't see them, not to mention that they are also bewitched by the magic of the divine master.

King Moji shouted: "We have decided to convert to our Buddha and become the king of the Buddha. From then on, we have been separated from suffering and happiness, and we are not clean. Like us, you are the same six reincarnations, and there are joys, sorrows, as well as life, old age, illness and death. Why should we worship you? When you end your life, you will also enter reincarnation. Why don't you come and convert with us..."

"Bulls!" Ye Jianling was furious when he heard this. If the God King came back in person, he would have to let these people change the door. Now a wild monk came out of thin air and let them choose to abandon themselves. How could Ye Jianling stand it?

"All methods, surrender to the outside!" Master Tongshen stood on the golden tower. There was a jewel on the top of the tower. At this time, the master was shining brightly. Master Tongshen pinched the Buddha seal and used the divine power of the pagoda to condense the light into a substance, as if it were an iron wall. Ye Jianling was suppressed in the golden light, squeezed back and forth to breath, his hands and feet were imprisoned, and his bones clucked. It sounded as if it was about to be crushed to pieces.

Master Tongshen thought that the overall situation had been decided, and he also wanted to subdue Ye Jianling into the tower to help him increase his willingness.

He pressed his palm and recited the true mantra of Daduhua in his mouth. Those spells were spit out from his mouth, full of golden symbols, converging into scriptures and shooting into Ye Jianling's mind: "I Buddha has the virtue of good life. It's not too late for you to convert now. You should know that the sea of suffering is boundless to turn back to the shore. I will let you in my seat. How about being a rich boy?

His Daduhua Zhenyan is also one of the three thousand magical power, which can directly change people's minds and make people believe in them. This method can be fascinating and make the stubborn stone nod and the devil convert.

Ye Jianling only felt that his mind seemed to explode, and all his thoughts collapsed, leaving only a golden light. The spell recited by the master flew in one symbol and printed in the golden light. He felt a sense of worship for the master from the bottom of his heart, and his body was uncontrolled. The ground has to kneel down.