Chapter 49 Fighting

"There is no good and silent moon sound king Buddha!" Yemole looked at Hao Chenguang and proclaimed the Buddha with his right hand. It seemed that the sudden attack just now was just an illusion. "The little benefactor really has a deep wisdom. He should serve the Buddha with the poor monks and escape from the world and avoid the suffering of life, illness and death."

Haochen said lightly, "You monk have repeatedly violated the precepts. You are really a scum of Buddhism. How can you be so arrogant? What's more, your 'finger' just now has planted cause and effect between you and me, and I'm afraid it will have to be washed away with blood.

He said these words calmly, with a white light all over his body, and strode in the direction of Yemole. Yemole suddenly felt the cold murderous spirit approaching his body. At present, he did not dare to neglect it. His left and right hands connected the seals, and the golden Buddha light leaked from his palms. It rippled out in circles and weaved into a superimposed network. It is a circle of demons supported by profound Buddhism. The fierce force contained in it is enough to crush gold and iron into powder. If the demon evil barrier dares to invade, it will fall into the end of extinction and doom.

However, Hao Chenang did not stop and slowly stepped into the Voldemort Circle. The protective light around his body is getting brighter and brighter, making the outline of his body hazy and difficult to distinguish. Circles of Buddha light spread over, and as soon as they touched his protective white light, it melted like snowflakes thrown into the charcoal fire, and could not exert any power at all. As he walked forward, the light of the demon was cracked in a circle, and the distance with Yemor was quickly narrowed. Yemole knew that something was wrong and took a deep breath. The words in his mouth turned into a sharp Sanskrit song. The Buddha's light surged on his body. In an instant, he seemed to turn into a giant Buddha and raised his huge golden palm and hit Hao Chen's head.

If this palm is smashed, I'm afraid that even people and the ground will be smashed into a deep pit.

But Hao Chenang did not dodge, raised his right palm and greeted the golden Buddha's palm.

Qin Yan's eyes widened and stared at the place where the palms intersect, waiting for the earth-shaking loud noise.

At this time, suddenly a hand grabbed his sleeve from behind and hurriedly shouted, "Go quickly, stand here looking for death!" But it's Lin Muyao. I don't know where she came from such a strong force, which made Qin Yan stand unsteadily and retreated repeatedly.

At this time, Yemole's Buddha's palm collided with the power of Haochen's cave and mysterious power. In a moment, the whole Qingweiju shook, and the fierce aftershocks of the impact spread to all sides, and the tables, chairs and brick walls turned into dust powder, forming a vacuum area. The wind rushed up the steps and rushed towards the heroes. The heroes from all walks of life quickly used their magic power, but saw the sword light spells emerge one after another, and it took a long time to completely block the wind. However, the people on the other side of the wall were not so lucky. After the courtyard wall was blown out, even several people were involved in the wind, and even the most primitive particles were decomposed before they could make a scream.

Eliminate all Buddha's light and understand the mysterious power of all things. How can ordinary people resist the overlapping power of these two?

The people who stood a little behind watched the people in front of them turn into powder by the strange wind. Fortunately, they might still leave half of their hands and feet. They were immediately shocked and hated that their parents for having two legs and turned around and ran out desperately.

Lin Muyao took Qin Yan and ran all the way to the lobby door and came to Mu Chengxue. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, threw Qin Yan's arm fiercely and glared at him: "Aren't you going to bring tea? Where did you go?" Do you think that a cheap life is not worth much money, and you can do it for it?

"No..." I'm just going to see the bustle. There's no need to go online like this!

Then he heard Mu Chengxue say, "Mr. Qin, Yao'er also cares about you. Without a sword, it's dangerous for you to stand so close.

Oh, Miss Mu, are you awake? Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw that Mu Chengxue's pink cheeks were still red, but his eyes were much more sober. The two of them looked at each other, and Mu Chengxue smiled at him. This pure and flawless smile made Qin Yan feel a little guilty. Miss Mu, if you know that your close friend and the Mr. Qin in front of you are uniting to play tricks on your feelings, can you still laugh so happily? Alas, I don't really want to deceive such a kind and pure girl like you!'

Qin Yan quickly dodged Mu Chengxue's eyes and looked down, but the waves in his heart did not stop because of this. Is it too despicable for me to beg like this? But the way of heaven is so cruel, noble and despicable, so it should be omnisical! Just like my brother Yan is indifferent, he is a good man who dares to love and hate, but he is addicted to the gentle countryside of women, and from then on, he has no relationship with the road...

At this time, the change in the situation under the field once again attracted his mind, and he could no longer care about his guilt.

Nayamole held the Buddha's rite and stood upright. The majestic Buddha light radiated wantonly from him and overflowed the whole audience, pouring down to the ground like a sudden rain, with countless ripples. As he chanted the spells loudly in his mouth, the golden Buddha's light became stronger and stronger, turning into a sticky red color that could not be erased, and charming flowers condensed from the ripples on the surface of the water. It was a blood-red mandala flower, and it was also a hell red lotus condensed by Yemole's lifelong karma, which bloomed in the magic rain.

"With the flowers on the other side, eliminate the cause and effect of other karma, and cross you to the west!"

With this loud shout, the strong wind blew through Qianye Qianlian, and the power of the fire of the red lotus industry stirred along with the wind, and countless waves piled up and rushed to Haochen. In the song of the curse of Bliss, the world turned red, and Hao Chen's figure is just a trivial strange color in the stormy waves, and it is about to overturn in the waves.

But that is the insignificant point, but it shows a shocking power in the waves of red lotus. Countless flames bloomed and burst beside him, releasing enough force to burn the river and boil the sea, but it has never been able to shake it at all. Hao Chenguang just stood quietly, symbolizing the white light of Dong Xuangong that seemed to be shaky under the urging of the red lotus, and then casually eliminated the pressure from all sides.

In the deepest part of the waves, Yemole shouted loudly: "Birth, old, illness, death, resentment meeting, love parting, five yin is blazing, I can't ask for it... Why do you suffer, if you don't want to go back!"

Every time he said a sentence, the power of the red lotus was even more fierce. When the word "return" was exited, the whole earth fell into a lasting trembling, and the walls on the steps began to peel off cobweb-like cracks. If it goes on like this, unless Hao Chenyan is defeated soon, the inner courtyard of Qingweiju will be the first to destroy in this battle.

At this time, Yemorra no longer had the scene of a high monk, but more like a demon from hell. In the huge magic flame, Hao Chen's figure was still clear, but the people watching the battle could not withstand the pressure and avoided it one after another.

The wall cracked, the wooden pillars collapsed, the broken tiles flew down, and the rumble sound pierced the eard. Qin Yan felt that he was in a doomsday scene like a crack between heaven and earth. He retreated into the hall with the stream of people and looked at the trembling beams above his head, and his heart was really bottomless. It doesn't seem to be very safe in the lobby. I'd better find a place to slip away... His wrist was suddenly pulled. Lin Muyao's voice sounded in his ear, and it sounded a little trembling: "What is this monk... Why didn't my father take action yet?" She turned her head to look at Mu Chengxue and reluctantly smiled, "Xueer, your Mr. Hao seems to be unable to stand it."

Mu Chengxue bit his lower lip and shook his head and said, "No."

Lin Muyao opened her mouth and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a Buddha's name ringing from the crowd in front of her: "Amitabha-"

Unlike Yemole's arrogant proclamation, the voice of saying this Buddha's name sounds extremely old, lack of breath, and has no power at all, as if it comes from the mouth of a dying old man. However, strangely, just after this Buddha's name, the sky collapsed and the earth-like scene suddenly returned to calm, and the red lotus industry fire that occupied the field of vision seemed to be expelled by an invisible force and disappeared without a trace.

The crowd retreated to both sides, revealing the figures of the people among them.

It was a dry and thin old monk, whose face was full of ravines made by years. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked down the steps trembling step by step and came to the scene of the two fighting.

He looked at Hao Chenang meaningfully and nodded: "Lord Hao, please retreat."

"Yes!" Hao Chenyan saluted respectfully and retreated.

Yamole stared deeply at the old monk in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Old monk, what's your beginning?"

The old monk turned his face and saluted him: "Lao Li Ciyun Temple Wuye, I have met Taoist friends."

"It turned out to be the elder Wuye, and the poor monk was polite!" Yemole returned with a salute, with a cold light in his eyes. "Why did the elderly stop the poor monk competing with the vast donor? If you are worried that the donor will make a mistake, you can exchange the scriptures. The elder intervened so horizontally that it was very difficult for the poor monk to do it!"

"Amitabha!" The old monk Wuye proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his eyebrows were full of compassion, "Taoist friends have come to each other. The divine power of external things, this is also the way of sorrow. Buddha once said, 'I am the right and wrong, and the human, all sentient beings, and the longevity are right and wrong. Why? Away from all the Buddhas.' Taoist friends have deep wisdom roots, but they are obsessed with foreign things and are deeply immersed in magical power. Lao Na can't bear to see Taoist friends deviate from the way of our Buddha's mercy. He specially came to persuade them one or two, hoping that Taoist friends can accept them.

Yemole grinned, and his eyes were full of coldness: "What does the elder mean that magical things are obstacles, and they can't achieve positive results if they are trapped in it? The poor monk is very curious. I don't know what the elder's Dharma cultivation has reached. The poor monk would like to see if the elders can resist the means of the poor monks if they don't use magic power!"