Chapter 416 Guanyin Bodhisattva

Mr. Qing San trembled all over, like sieve, and his face was like paper gold. The just blow was already the strongest blow he could break out, almost exhausting the potential and demon power in his body. The huge and strange bell sounded like a death bell and a funeral song. If it hadn't been for a strange yin and yang soul ball in his body protecting his soul, he would not have escaped the bell ring.

"Dead! This thief is bald to death! With a sound of depression, people's soul has never failed!" Suspended in the void, Mr. Qing Sanzi gritted his teeth and his eyes shot out a cold light.

Although he has incomparable confidence in the depressed bell in his hand, Moke has just understated the successive bells. Mr. Qing Sanzi is actually very panicked, because he himself knows that although the depressed bell is a spiritual treasure that has been passed down for a long time, it is not really invincible.

The sound of the bell is vast, mixed with a noisy cutting soul fluctuation, which makes people extremely palpitate and sweeping everywhere towards Moke. Mr. Qing's chest fluctuated violently and stared at it. At the same time, he jumped on the huge ship of countless void faults, and the four were also watching everything.

"Amitabha..."

In the face of all this, Moke was surprisingly calm at this moment. His mind merged with the golden light of infinite merit, feeling the purity, preciousness, piety, beauty and wish. He seemed to have also got a kind of sublimation. His hands folded, and suddenly the golden light all over his body rose!

This golden light is not a Buddha's light, but a bright, pure, crystal-like light, suddenly shot into Moke's body, and the next moment, it has collided with the vast and horrible sound of the depressed bell.

"Puff..."

It seemed that the rain hit the bananas, the wind blew the window lattice, and the low sound of poofing sounded. Then, the suddenly diffuse golden light actually destroyed the vast depressed bell, leaving only a vibrating ripple, radiating around the impact.

The strongest blow of the third son was wiped out!

"No!"

His eyes almost fell out, and Mr. Qing San couldn't believe the scene in front of him. His greatest dependence and pride, the bell of the famous depressed bell in the demon god cave, was so unbearable and was swept away by the golden light.

Moke was surrounded by golden light, like the birth of a god and Buddha, and the void under his feet. A bright golden lotus appeared, dragging his body. The next moment, like floating light and shadow, it has appeared in front of Mr. Qing San, grabbing the void!

"Better!"

A little empty, suddenly a three-life Buddha power shot out, intertwined and twisted, like a dragon snake wandering away. Under the stunned eyes of Mr. Qing San, a swdling sound directly wrapped around his body. Mr. Qingsan's lamp was dry, and he was naturally powerless to resist. He roared angrily, and then fell down like a wrapped big rice dumplings.

For all this, Moke didn't care at all and focused all his attention on the down-and-out bell.

At this moment, after he merged with the golden light of merit, he clearly felt endless pain, sadness, madness, ferocity, viciousness, and all kinds of evil thoughts lingering around the bell. These thoughts naturally came from the billions of ferocious roaring evil ghost. With endless compassion rising in his heart, Moke was a little enlightened by the Bodhisattva of Dizang in Buddhism.

"Amitabha..... No wonder the Bodhisattva of the King of Tibet said that if hell is not empty, he will not return to the Pure Land of Buddhism. Thinking about it, he must have seen the miserable posture of endless evil ghosts and ghosts in hell, so he has to sit on the 19th floor of hell and accompany him and vows to save the ghosts. Moke's thoughts rose in his heart, and his face showed admiration.

This idea was born and quickly abandoned by Moke. Now, the most important thing is to refine the depressed bell as soon as possible, save these fierce ghosts and evil spirits, so that they can get rid of their anger and be reincarnated again. As soon as his heart moved, the soul sitting under the bodhi tree moved, carrying the vast golden light of merit, turned into a golden glow all over the sky and integrated into the down-down bell.

"Squeaky..."

With the integration of merit and golden light, hundreds of millions of evil spirits and evil spirits screamed together, trembled, and seemed to be very painful. However, they showed a relieved look, which appeared from time to time on the clock, the size of rice, and worshipped Moke.

Carrying the vast golden light of merit, Moke's split quickly penetrated into the down-and-out bell. Finally, at its core, a dark altar was found, with an evil texture outlined on it, which seemed to suppress something, a kind of magic sound sweeping, painful, cruel, cunning, vicious, violent, sad, horrible order People's hair trembles.

If the sound of the depressed bell before is horrible, then the magic sound at this moment is the real horror, which contains a sense of heaven and earth, and the smell of demons in the demons. If Moko's soul split was not surrounded by the golden light of merit, at this moment, I'm afraid that it will collapse in an instant and be destroyed as invisible.

In this magic sound, there is a breath of cutting the soul and killing terror.

With compassion, charity, compassion and all kinds of good thoughts in his heart, Moke revealed a great compassionate temperament, which made people awe-inspily respected at a glance. At the same time, his soul split began to sing, and the appearance of every syllable character was full of golden light, containing the breath of merit and virtue.

"Nan Wu drinks, it's night. Nan Wu Aqiye. Mother-in-law, Emperor Lu. Bodhisattva. Mahasa Bhaya...”

Although Moke's soul split strength is still weak, it can be combined with the golden light of merit, which is simply huge and boundless. The scriptures spit out to his mouth one by one, such as clear gold and stone, exuding a breath of infinite compassion, more and more, floating in the depressed bells.

Finally, when the last scripture was sent out, the Buddha's voice and Zen sang like waves, and tens of millions of scriptures converged together, turning into a beautiful and graceful female Bodhisattva with a beautiful face, wearing a haloin and barefoot sitting on the lotus platform. This Bodhisattva held a jade bottle, inserted a bunch of emerald willow branches, smiled faintly, and seemed to concentrate. All kindness is like the mother of all sentient beings, giving people incomparable peace.

As long as you look at this female Bodhisattva sitting barefoot on the lotus platform, everyone will feel as comfortable as returning to their mother's arms and not afraid of any wind and rain.

This illusory image of Bodhisattva is the famous Guanyin Bodhisattva of Buddhism, and what Moko's soul has just chanted is the Great Compassion Mantra, also known as the Great Compassion Sutra. This scripture has a long and far-reaching status in Buddhism, which is more powerful than the Great Sanskrit Sutra, the Yanlin Sutra, the Dharmahua Sutra, etc., and the disciples of Buddhism who practice the Great Sorrow and Soul Sutra worship Guanyin Bodhisattva.

According to the ancient Buddhist classics, Guanyin Bodhisattva heard the great compassion spell and was immediately promoted from the original Bodhisattva to the Eight Earth Bodhisattva, achieving the eternal Bodhisattva position.