Chapter 59 The King of the Underworld, Dizang Buddha

The gluttonous beast floated in mid-air, stared at the monk in the valley, roared constantly, and then rushed down into the air and tore it up. The monk suddenly laughed and said, "Don't roar, don't scream. I know your origin. The beast of the previous life, the soul of this world, is sinking under the nine ghosts. When it can be turned into a Bodhisattva, everything will return to the world."

With the sound of the Buddha's name, a thousand-foot Buddha shadow suddenly appeared behind the monk, sitting on the lotus flower, golden, bright, with six hands on three sides. The three sides are compassion, anger, forbearance, the six hands, Buddha beads, wooden fish, demon pestle, treasure, reli, and diamond circle.

But when you hear the Buddha's name, the endless Buddha's light and Buddha spirit rippled, and there are Sanskrit Zen thunder everywhere, and lotus flowers, all over the mountains and fields, all over the sky and the earth. The gluttonous beasts in the air seemed to have been hit hard, falling to the ground and howling miserably, while other white bones bloomed with a faint holy luster and fell into the earth one after another.

"Buddhist magic power!" Fang Daoming looked at it and thought to him, "This Buddhist spell is mysterious and as vast as the sea. If I can look at it, it will be used endlessly."

There was a sudden sneer between the mountains and forests: "Little tricks should also be capable."

The ghost drum suddenly sounded repeatedly, and the white bone glutton was flaming again. In the roar, it rushed into the valley. The monk in the valley was also at ease. The wooden fish knocked, and the thousand-foot-high Buddha statue sounded a Buddha's name, and all six magic weapons in his hand were smashed out. At the same time, six Buddha's big seals were formed and attacked one after another.

After all, the white bone gluttony is only transformed by soulless white bones. How can it withstand such boundless Buddhism? It suddenly turns into broken bones all over the sky and returns to dust.

There was a sad cry between the mountains and forests: "The monk bullied me too much. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A dark shadow came outside the valley, which was erratic and illusory. There was a gray drum hanging above the head of the dark shadow, but there was nothing special about it. The shadow whispered, and suddenly the sound of drums, like thunder, filled the whole mountain. Every sound of drum fell on the heart, as if to tear the brain and tear the phantom.

The monk's Tongtian Buddha statue slowly withered, and the Buddha's light gradually shrank, and finally fell back into the monk's body. The monk didn't care either, but the wooden fish tapped and said something in his mouth.

This time, Fang Sha and the two of them were in a bad way. Fang Daoming suddenly felt that his mind seemed to be torn. The illusion in front of him gradually grew, his body was dry and hot, and his heart demons gradually rose, so he hurriedly meditated and tried his best to resist the sound of the dark drums.

Who knows that at this mouth, a fragrant, soft, white-flowered semi-naked jade body is wrapped up, not Sharina, but who is it?

It turned out that Sarina entered the road from the devil and was easy to suffer**. Today, the king of the Nether Hall cast a spell for a burst of time, which suddenly aroused the desire in her body. If she couldn't stand it, she wanted to find a way to become a good thing.

Fang Daoming was very embarrassed, but when he saw her blowing like an orchid, her autumn waves were blurred, her lips were red, delicate, and the tip of her tongue was muttering. The snow-white body was even more hot, close to friction and twisted. How could he dare to move a little, just meditate on the formula and resist bitterly.

I don't think that in the irritable drum sound, there is also a burst of singing, such as a deep boudoir, muttering, such as a confidant, a confidant, like a warm hibiscus tent, half pushing and half, which evokes the deepest desire and depravity in people's hearts.

Fang Daoming was helpless and raised his hand to push, but where he didn't want to start, the two groups were soft and smooth, and he couldn't help but be even more embarrassed. Shalina groaned and eroded her bones. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around Fang Daoming. Her red lips were congested and delicate. She covered her lips fiercely, and the soft and smooth tip of her tongue stirred in her mouth.

How can Fang Daoming control it? He smiled bitterly in his heart. At the moment before, you called me a thief, but at this moment, he wanted to ask me for pleasure. What a disaster. He is an easy-going person. He has always been at peace with fate, and now he no longer resists, so he wants to knock down Sharina down, and both jade become a good thing.

At this moment, a spiritual light flashed into the cave, but it looked like a monk. He only heard his Buddha's name and smiled, "The poor monk is struggling outside to fight against the enemy, but the donor is romantic and happy here. But why does it need the poor monk teach you a great joyful Buddhist Dharma?"

This Buddha's name made Fang Daoming wise and clear, so he smiled awkwardly and pushed Shalina away, "The master came in time. This great joy of Buddhism, even if you don't learn it, can the master teach me the method of this yuan god's split?"

It turns out that this monk used a magic skill that can distinguish a wisp of yuan gods. Although the power is not as powerful as the original, it is also useless.

The monk smiled and said nothing, but it was a Buddha statue phantom. Fang Daoming grabbed it with one hand, and the Buddha statue suddenly turned into an obscure scripture scripture and came to his mind.

The monk smiled and said, "This earth sutra will be passed on to you. If you read it carefully, you can unlock the magic planted by the female donor. As for the method of yuan god differentiation, you will naturally understand it when you reach the realm."

How could Fang Daoming not like it? He quickly thanked him. The monk smiled again and said, "I think the swordsmanship you just used should be the long-lost great light sword formula. I still have a big thunder sword formula here, which will also be passed on to you. As for the blood river reli in this case, it will be handed over to the female donor later.

Fang Daoming was originally happy, but when he heard it, he was stunned: "Master, she is the saint of the devil's door. I think this bloody river reli is the best treasure, and the master also wants to be with her?"

The monk smiled and said, "In the eyes of the Buddha, there is only cause and effect, no immortals and demons. This female donor is passed down from the blood river, and this blood river relic originally came from the blood river of the demon gate and has a relationship with her, so you don't be jealous of her."

Fang Daoming smiled: "The master passed on me the scriptures and sword tips. I'm lucky. Why did you say it with red eyes?"

"It's best for the donor to treat it this way. Later, I'm going to fight with the lord of the underworld. I don't care about you waiting. I'm afraid he has another helper. There is still an exit behind this cave wall. You and the female donor will leave. Don't stay here."

After saying that, the monk flashed out of the hole, returned to the ontology, and then read the scriptures. The sound of chanting scriptures becomes more and more grand, and it is combined with the sound of the wooden fish, like a dusk drum morning bell, ringing through the world, crossing people's disaster, teaching people to be good at it, and covering the sound of the underworld drum.

Fang Daoming's heart was shocked. This scripture was the same as the earth Tibetan sutra handed down by the monk, so he meditated cross his knees and recited it. Suddenly, he felt that his mind was clear, and there was no longer any irritation, let alone the sound of the underworld drum.

"Tibe Buddha Sect!" The king of the Nether Palace outside the valley exclaimed, "How can it be possible! The Tibetan Buddha sect has disappeared in ancient times. It is rumored that it was suppressed under Jiuyou. How can you, a monk do this?

The monk didn't answer, just kept chanting the scriptures. The Lord of the Underworld smiled coldly and said, "Well, today I will learn about the legendary inheritance of Buddhism."

After Fang Daoming finished reading an essay, Shalina was completely awake. Looking back on her ugly state just now, she was even more shy about her affair with Fang Daoming. She quickly took out her coat and was at a loss, but she heard Fang Daoming's saying:

"The bloody river relic in this case is the master and you just now. You have to accept it. We have to leave here immediately. There are still other helpers in the Nether Hall, and it will change later."

Sharina was stunned and immediately took the three blood river relied. As soon as she bought it, she felt that the blood river reli was extremely wonderful. It was actually compatible with her own skills and even the yuan god. Knowing that she had obtained the great treasure, she was originally interested in this. She was secretly happy in her heart, and it was strange that Fang Daoming did not grab it halfway.

"How do we get out of here?"

Fang Daoming was confused and did not answer. With one hand, he killed a sword spirit and smashed the wall behind the stone bed, revealing a black hole and dodging in.

The cave is narrow and dark. Fortunately, both of them are yuan gods, so it doesn't matter. The two crawled all the way for an hour before they looked at the bright light in front of them. When they approached, they found that the exit was a dry ancient well. They came out of the ancient well, but it was a mountain village.

At that time, it was the West Mountain at dusk, when the cooking smoke curled, the firewood dogs barked, and returned home, it was a noisy and peaceful scene. After inquire, I knew that this ancient village existed in ancient times. After hundreds of thousands of years, there were also strong young people in the village who went to the real martial arts to learn art, but they never came back. Fang Daoming couldn't help but look at it. He thought that he was young and his hometown was like this. Now it has been 70 years since we have been separated. I'm afraid things have changed for a long time, and he can't help sighing.

"What a daze!" Salina scolded: "I haven't escaped from danger yet. There are three sons under the Nether Palace. Any one can also deal with us. We will quickly go to the depths of the main peak of Zhenwu Mountain. Maybe there are still masters hidden in the place where Zhenwu fell."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "If you want to run for your life, just go. Why do you care about me? Is it because of a bad fate just now that you have thought about me?"

Sarina was ashamed and angry: "You little thief, how dare you mention it again? Believe it or not, Miss I cut your tongue."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Fang Daoming had to keep up. In the current situation, if it is combined, there will be two benefits, and if there are two harms, he is also quite helpless.