Chapter 652 Burial Array 12

Yemole narrowed his eyes and saw a line of scribbled words on the sword: the autumn equinox of Jiazi, Qin Yan gave Xiaozhu.

His heart trembled violently and finally figured it out. It's not the problem of the sword, but because of her!

This little girl is actually unkarmicable.

Buddha's subjugation of the demon is suppressed by karma. Anyone who commits evil karma will bow down, and the karma can be eliminated by chanting the scriptures day by day. But even so, Yemole can gather those karma and kill the man in an instant.

Unless the person is born good and does not commit any evil deeds.

Killing chickens is evil, chasing dogs is evil, men and women** are evil, and there is no reason to hurt people is evil...

Evil people are very rare. Only monks who grew up in temples produce such characters. This kind of person often has no power to bind chickens, but he can not be afraid of all kinds of Buddhist magic powers, have no career or obstacles. If he is more spiritual, he may be able to achieve positive results.

Xiaozhu is such a person. There is a good reason for every time she take action in Ebony Town. It is that others first make cause and effect, and then she clears it. The fruit she has cultivated in this life is only good, not evil.

If he is an ordinary monk, it's enough for Yemole to kill him with one palm, but Xiaozhu has practiced such a sharp swordsmanship. It was hard for Yemole to believe that such a master had not committed any evil deeds, but the facts were in front of him and he had to believe it.

If there is no magic power as a support, he is not even the opponent of the little girl in front of him.

Lost the Liupin lotus platform, the body protection Buddha light is useless, and even the gold body is broken by a sword feedback karma. Yemole was chased and cut by her for a while, and he was embarrassed.

Yamole used his magic power and ran far away in one breath, and then turned around to face the chasing girl. He pinched the seal repeatedly in his hand, and countless Buddha lights spread out, condensed into a scene like bliss in the west.

"Good! No evil and no karma, just go west to become a Buddha!"

In an instant, the Buddha's light shines, the treasure wheel flies, the white lotus blooms on all sides, the fragrance is fragrant, and the fairy sound is blem. Countless Luohan Bodhisattvas emerged from the void and sang in unison with very ancient spells. The lotus petals fluttered down and covered their heads and covered the straight bamboo.

The little bamboo man rushed like a strong wind and did not dodge. The white lotus petals were sprinkled on her, as if they were cut to pieces by the invisible blade. Where she passed, the arhats and bodhisattvas fell one after another, the treasure wheel exploded, and the Buddha's light faded.

The Yamole fingerprints are not finished yet. Xiaozhu has come to him and stabbed out with a sword, almost piercing his heart.

Yamole flashed back in a hurry, covering the wound on his left chest, gassing coldly and bursting a few swear words.

After a few steps, he once again escaped from the small bamboo sword with his magical power and turned around and shouted coldly, "Ignorant fool, how dare you disrespect me! Be grateful. With your dirty body, you will also see the pure land, bathe in my Buddha's holy grace, and enjoy eternal happiness..."

The little bamboo came.

Yemor's eyes suddenly opened wide.

In his eyes, nebulae flowed, countless small worlds were born and destroyed, and six reincarnations were running endlessly.

He stood upright, pointing to the sky and pointing to the ground, and his face returned to a solemn treasure again.

So what if there is no karma? What the poor monks see is the truth of this world.

How can you fight against the whole world with a vulgar body?

Let the poor monks die!

After a thought, the common people instantly became a pure land, and there was no room for a trace of filth. The Sanskrit sound is blem, and the auspicious clouds are curling. Countless Buddha figures appear from the clouds, with different postures and seals, presenting different expressions such as compassion, tranquility, aminess, fierceness, majesty, anger, etc., all of which are solemn and infinite.

The Buddhas come to the world, and the world of bliss erodes the world.

Xiaozhu's body was frozen in mid-air, and the bamboo sword had been handed to Yemole's throat, but he could not enter another half an inch.

In this "Swallowing Buddha Kingdom", the power in her body solidified in an instant, and no matter how she struggled, it was futile. The light and clear Buddha light shines through the empty world. Even if she is the best person, she can't bear the pure light emitted by these tens of millions of Buddhas.

There is a gap between heaven and man.

Jemorus sat in the middle of the Buddhas and sang loudly: "But all the fate is like a Buddha. Once you think about it, you will get the same. In Buddha does not increase, in the world does not decrease, in the birth is not dirty, in the Buddha is not pure, in the Buddha does not live, in the birth is not immortal..."

Xiaozhu stared at the hypocritical face of the Buddha close at hand, and tears flowed down.

Buddha devoured reality, and everyone was shrouded in it and could not move. Even the heavenly masters like Hao Chenang and Ge Xinglie were stunned to find that their feelings with the road were isolated by this Buddha country.

The wheel in the void rotates, one after another, singing a funeral song for the living with supreme compassion.

Yamole stretched out his hand and pointed to the bamboo sword, and the body of the sword was immediately broken. Another dark finger raised and pointed at the eyebrows of the little bamboo floating in mid-air.

The finger approached, and the door of Huangquan opened. The world in Xiaozhu's eyes was swallowed up by the underworld, and countless fierce ghosts described as withered came from behind, with a breath of soul and death, with a sad voice. She tried to widen her eyes, but her eyes were about to crack, but she couldn't stop herself from being sent to the underworld step by step. A drop of tears sliding from her face also solidified for a long time, and the last moment of her life seemed so long.

Suddenly, there is a sword spirit.

The white smoke is looming, and the silhouette is looming. The jade cold smoke is holding a sword, and the jade face is awe-inspiring, like a wide cold fairy.

Dark incense invades the body, and the sword is as gorgeous as the moon.

Jemor frowned, and a golden wheel appeared in his palm to block the light and amazing sword. He retreated slightly, glanced at the figure under the tender green silk shirt, and his doubts were suddenly untied.

It turned out to be the way of broken jade. No wonder with her false strength, she can travel through the Buddha country.

This sword has consumed her 20 years of life, and the poor monk can easily block it as soon as he lifts his palm.

How many twenty years do mortals have?

What's more, Shouyuan is not as good as a sword. She can hold on for three breaths at most.

Yuhan's face was bloodless, biting his lips and eyebrows, and another sword came out.

Three feet of clear light like the wind brushing the moon, gently sweeping from the Buddha's front, and Yemole retreated.

With his cultivation, he didn't need to be so modest. If he took the initiative to attack, he might be able to beat Yu Hanyan down with three punches and two feet. But he was afraid of the legendary move that could shake the innocent sword with strength, and did not want to have twists and turns, so he would rather be patient.

When the monk withdrew from this step, his right eyelid suddenly trembled involuntarily, and his heart felt inappropriate. In the deep pit smashed by his "great light", a silent breath gradually woke up.

Isn't that young man dead yet?

However, even if you don't die, there should not be much gas left, and it should not be feared under the imprisonment of the poor monks and Buddha country.