Chapter 238 Eighteen Relith!

"Buddha's reli..."

The middle-aged monk smiled and talked: "The poor monk has worshipped the Buddha since childhood, followed his teacher to practice supreme Buddha's principles, accompanied by green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, knocked on wooden fish and recited Buddhist scriptures. I thought he would end his life like this. Although it was plain and unwaves, but not lonely!"

The cyan lotus throne suspended in the void, and the middle-aged monk sat cloistered. He smiled and said, "Who knows that 60 years of time is like water, and it seems that the poor monk has been practicing Buddha with his teacher for 60 years!"

"The teacher once said that the poor monk's talent is not weak, and he has a great wisdom for Buddhism and Taoism. It is possible to break the ancient prohibition and achieve the throne of Buddha!"

"For the teacher, the poor monk respects him as a man, so he never doubts the words of the teacher, and will do what he said, just to get his approval!"

"The teacher said that the poor monk's talent is not weak, so I will practice hard, strive for success in cultivation, and win glory for Buddhism!"

A trace of memory flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes and said with a faint smile, "After 60 years of cultivation of Buddhism, the poor monk finally came to the end of hardship and achieved cultivation, breaking the mystery of the law and breaking into the realm of the emperor!"

"Achieving the realm of the emperor, the poor monk was ecstatic, and the teacher was also very gratified. He let the poor monk leave, walk around the world, understand the suffering of the people's livelihood, and preach the Dharma by the way!"

At this point, he stopped talking and stared at the crowd, with deep and soft eyes.

"What's next?" Ye Qingyan asked his doubts on behalf of everyone.

"Wo!"

The middle-aged monk smiled and stroked in the void with his right hand. A screen suddenly flashed, and there were all kinds of pictures flashing on the screen.

A young monk, starting from a hidden and quiet temple in the west, walked on foot without any mana and measured the world with his feet.

For decades, there was only one bronze bowl, accompanied by a purple-gold Zen stick, and no one accompanied him.

He has traveled through the five empires, and also traveled all over the six states. He has seen the suffering of the people's livelihood and has a deeper understanding. As he walks, the Dharma has also deepened.

For him, walking is practice.

After the war, the people were living and the people were displaced, and he also felt the same; in the era of the end of the Dharma, when the Buddha's way fell, he also felt the injustice of heaven; all kinds of evil and all kinds of karma in the world turned it into an angry King Kong and did it wantonly.

The blockade of reincarnation, the closure of heaven, and the glory of Buddhism have become legends.

Looking at the suffering of people's livelihood, his Buddha heart has also become scarred and full of wounds after experiencing thousands of disasters.

Walking on the mainland for a hundred years, his Dharma has become more and more profound, his divine spirit, and his cultivation is becoming stronger and stronger.

Until one day, on the top of a wild mountain, he sat down and crossed the great disaster and the thunder disaster of the emperor with supreme power.

Staring at the reckless void, the stars and the moon, he swore to the sky that he would reopen the western Buddha world in this life, and then build a prosperous world of Buddha and Taoism, which is extremely firm.

The voice is reckless, and the vast universe is empty, spreading all over the world, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

With supreme perseverance, he condensed the world into the western heavenly Buddha world, the top of Lingshan, the Great Leiyin Temple, and the vast western world, as if he wants to reproduce the glory in his hands.

Although his heart is big, he will go against the sky after all.

After the world of law took shape, the thunder roared and the disaster was huge. After all, nine days could not stand the provocation of the other party and punished by heaven!

God thunders the sky, and God punishes the world!

It's like annihilation scene.

Even if the monk is a generation of heroes, with supreme ambition and unrivaled courage, how can he have spared strength to fight against the heavenly punishment after the heavenly disaster of the emperor?

He also looked up to the sky and roared, and also angrily scolded the injustice of heaven, but after all, he was powerless. He cried and laughed bitterly, and finally died under the vast punishment of heaven.

A generation of heavenly pride, still like ants, weak and humble in front of the vast sky.

The Buddha Emperor, a generation of heroes, even if he has the intention to fight against immortals, he is unable to return to the sky in front of the vast sky.

"A bleak end, a tragic end..."

Ye Qingyan muttered, "Is it really impossible to do it against the sky?"

Look at the monk's power and still falling under the punishment of heaven, Ye Qingyan is worried. He is the body of the five elements. He is going against the sky. He is fate and can't escape. Can he escape from the unsolved magic barrier?

Everyone was also silent. Looking at the life experience of the Buddha, they also had some feelings in their hearts, a little more restrained and thoughtful, and a little less young and frivolous.

"Againt the sky, how to reverse this day..."

Xuan Yuge's beautiful eyes gently glanced at Ye Qingyan, slightly confused. Although his tone was still cold, it was a little more confused.

"God's will is not irreversible, and the way of heaven is not irreversible!"

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "But there is a premise!"

"You must have strong enough strength!" The tone of the middle-aged monk suddenly became hard.

"Young man, you have invincible ambition and courage. The poor monk wishes him success every day!"

The middle-aged monk stared at Ye Qingyan, and his eyes were extremely deep and could even penetrate people's hearts, making Ye Qingyan's heart feel awe-inspiring. Did he see through something?

Everyone suddenly turned their heads and stared at Ye Qingyan. They didn't know why the middle-aged monk said this and commented on Ye Qingyan like this?

Those who have invincible ambition and great will, which one is not a unique person, invincible all the way to the ancient nothingness, and finally step by step to become a lotus, achieve the invincible myth, and achieve the unique song in the history of practice!

Isn't this generation of ice flame immortals have such a magnificent future?

Everyone stared at Ye Qingyan, and their eyes flashed as if they were thinking.

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated...

"It is the death of the predecessors under the punishment of heaven, and the freedom is also greatly sad!"

Listening to the middle-aged monk, Ye Qingyan's forehead was exposed. He took a step forward and arched his hand and said in a condensed voice, "I'm only here for the Buddha's sacrifice. I hope my predecessors can be successful!"

Buddha's relith, the great emperor's Taoist fruit, and the creation against the sky. If it can be obtained, it will definitely be of great benefit to his own body. Naturally, Ye Qingyan is not willing to let go.

"Not bad!" Li Tian stepped out, his clothes flew, his momentum flew, and his eyes were extremely hot: "Buddha's reli, the spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, Li Tian is also looking forward to it!"

"Emperor Reli, I'm going to make a deal today!" Zihao, the prince of Tianyang, is arrogant and unparalleled, with slightly narrowed eyes, shining and sneering.

"Buddha's Reli!" Longxiao stood like a peerless sword, and his horrible sword went straight to the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Amitabha!" The flames from Buddhism are not inferior to anything. They pinch the seal with their right hand, recite the Buddha's name, and bloom in their eyes.

"Buddha said that sometimes there must be life, and there is no time to force it in life. If there is a cause and a result, fate will be yours. After all, it is yours, and no one can take it away; if it is not yours, it can't be forced!"

The middle-aged monk smiled: "The poor monk has already dissipated in the world. At this moment, it is only the last trace of remnants that have not been completely extinguished. When the Taoist fruit appears in the world, that is, when the poor monks completely disappear!"

The monk's tone was calm and casual. He stared at everyone, his eyes were deep and soft, and there was a kind of open-mindedness that looked down on everything.

"Old man, if you want to die, what's the matter?" An extremely burly monster young man shouted coldly, sharply oppressively, and his tone was extremely arrogant: "Hurry up and hand over the Buddha's relics, otherwise I don't mind taking action in person to send you back to the west as soon as possible and fulfill your wish to become a Buddha!"

As soon as the monster youth said this, the atmosphere suddenly condensed, and a cold murder flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes in an instant.

This is a saint of the human race. He had great ambitions before his death and courage after his death. Even if he has died for thousands of years, he should not be underestimated!

Those who dare to blasphize will die!

"Green Snake, pay attention to your tone, otherwise Ye doesn't mind cleaning up the garbage!" The light of ice and fire in Ye Qingyan's eyes turned, and the momentum around him rose sharply. His eyes narrowed and he said coldly.

"What, dare you threaten my monster family! Boy, you are looking for death!" The bully man turned into a black tiger took a step forward, with fierce eyes and roared at Ye Qingyan repeatedly.

"If it is not my family, its heart will be different!"

The middle-aged monk didn't care about the threat of the green snake. He said indifferently: "Buddha said that all sentient beings are equal. Although he has no disgust for different poor monks, he doesn't like it!"

"You are qualified to compete, but I'm afraid the result will disappoint you!" The middle-aged monk's eyes swept over ten monsters and spirit beasts, and a strange color flashed and said with a faint smile.

Everyone has different looks, and their eyes are full of light, and obviously they have plans in their hearts.

"Eighteen Reli, present!"

The middle-aged monk no longer paid attention to the crowd, and his hands were like flowers and butterflies, moving one after another in the void. Eighteen golden light flashed balls, instantly emerging around the middle-aged monk...