Chapter 14 The Bodhi Tree Under the Past

Chapter 14 The Past under the Bodhi Tree

"Da Jiaye drinks thousands of hands." In an instant, the power of a thousand hands was opened behind the Venerable Jiaye, and the illusion of thousands of hands overlapped, but the condensation was indeed only a dozen of them. Thousands of hands held the glory, and the Buddha wanted to take off the sunlight in the sky, and the magic weapon to defeat demons kept dancing on the thousand hands.

Under the sky, the power of demons is everywhere, the void is full of waves, and there is brilliance everywhere. Jia Ye means to drink light, thousands of hands are glorious, and the demons are eliminated.

Boom.

Wherever the sound wave goes, the stone and wood are all powder, turning into nothingness. The magic charms the divine voice makes the gods and Buddha tremble, hurt people invisibility, and kill people in phaselessness. This is the power of sound.

The light is everywhere, and the sound is pervasive. Da Jiaye's hand is facing the demon demon demon sound. Almost in the blink of an eye, the aftershocks of each other are the destruction of the surroundings, and the deep pits tell the tragedy of the battle.

Da Jiaye drank light with thousands of hands to give the heavenly demon charm and divine sound instantly touched, and then, the silence was terrible, and the horrible spiritual power fluctuated in an instant, and a mushroom cloud exploded in an instant. The thousand pressed Buddha hands disappeared, and the sound waves that swept away also disappeared.

The radius is hundreds of feet, and the armor is not left.

"Drink, drink..." Xia Shaofeng gasped. If it hadn't been for the master's timely reminder to escape as soon as possible, he would have been buried under the aftershock. In addition to meeting the ghost fire and the ghost door in the mass grave that day, it is today.

Looking at the battleground a few miles away, Xia Shaofeng still had a lingering fear. The power of the great Jiaye drinking light of thousands of hands and the demon charm was too strong. Compared with the power and degree of the battle between the ghost fire and the ghost gate that day, the aftershocks alone are comparable to the battle that day.

When I think of the skills he studied, the power seems to be a little different. Xia Shaofeng has always wanted to verify the power of his strength and skills, but he has never had a chance. Today, he finally encountered a battle, but the realm of the battle far exceeded himself. He only had to escape for his life, and he thought about it for a while. I couldn't help sighing.

"Do you think the power of the master's seven treasures is not as good as the two skills of Tianmo Sui Shenyin and Da Jiaye Heart Sutra?" The old snake seemed to see through Xia Shaofeng's thoughts and said quietly.

"Disciples dare not." Xia Shaofeng thought his master was angry and said quickly.

"If you think about it, just say it. Why do you cover it up?"

"The fox demon and the monk are both seven or eight layers of foundation, and even the cultivation of the realm of golden elixir, and you can refine your qi. There are so many realms between them. Of course, the skills under your hands are different. Forget it, I don't want to say that when the time is ripe, you will definitely know that the master is tired and go back to practice first." After the old snake said something, he hid into the jade pendant. No matter how Xia Shaofeng shouted, there was no response.

Xia Shaofeng looked bitter at this time, because he knew that his master was angry with him. Looking at the wolf scene in front of him, Xia Shaofeng suddenly remembered.

The monk seems to be still there.

He patted his head and hurried to the place where he fought. The open space, which was originally full of rocks, was flattened at this time. A big pit with a depth of a foot shows the intensity of the battle just now.

Scanning around, Xia Shaofeng found the monk who was half lying on one side. The statue of Jiaye Buddha had just now disappeared. The monk's face was extremely pale, and the broken monk's clothes were full of blood stains, and several places had been pierced by sharp stones.

"Master, are you all right?" Xia Shaofeng hurried up. Fortunately, he brought some healing drugs on his body and hurriedly took them to the monk, and then used his spiritual power to put a silver needle into the monk's body to force out the blood in his body.

"Thank you for your help, but the donor should leave quickly. The demon fox is still around." The monk's face looked much better after the treatment of Xia Shaofeng. But then he said to Xia Shaofeng in a hurry that the monk's cultivation was so much higher than that of Xia Shaofeng's. On that day, he could see Xia Shaofeng's real cultivation at a glance, and the cultivation of practicing qi was difficult to resist for a moment in front of the demon fox.

"Do you want to go? It's too late!" The voice of the red fox sounded in the distance. He only heard the sound of the broken stone. The red fox flew out of the stone on one side awkwardly. The big red figure was still beautiful. Although it was a little embarrassed, the demon fox still had some spare strength. How could he let go of the opportunity to kill the monk of Luoyun Temple like this? After thinking about it, it is to stimulate the only remaining spiritual power.

The big red satin was waved out again and down. The two red satin danced with two sharp swords to kill Xia Shaofeng. The sword cut through the sky and came to them almost in the blink of an eye. The cold breath comes, and the murderous intention can be clearly felt.

The seven rotten bone palms, Xia Shaofeng, no matter how much, all the spiritual power that runs is to clap a palm. There are bursts of black gas around Xia Shaofeng, and the fishy smell between the palms is continuous. The black fog condenses in the air and turns into a ten-foot-sized black fog palm to slap the two sharp swords.

In fact, Xia Shaofeng has thought about all his skills when the sharp sword flew. The eight-yuan and six-shaincarnation formula has been used for too long to be used before the arrival of the flying sword. However, the seven wrong acupuncture points, seven broken palms, and seven broken blood palms have little effect on the demon fox. In desperation, he can only use the seven rotten bones. Palm.

The soaring black gas and the huge palm of the bloody smell immediately met the sharp sword.

Boom.

When the sharp sword touches the black fog palm, the surface of the spiritual power is quickly corroded, and then it emits a fishy smell. The seven rotten bone palms are very powerful. The red fox looked at the dark palms fighting with his flying sword, and his face was constantly changing. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"You are lucky, the old bald donkey. Next time you are nosy, I will kill you." The red fox seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries in the fight with the monk just now. Seeing that Xia Shaofeng's cultivation was good, he didn't want to be more entangled, so he turned into a streamer and disappeared.

After seeing the demon fox leave, Xia Shaofeng opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood. Even if the red fox was seriously injured, it was difficult for him to resist. The fierce breath of the sword still hurt himself. After all, he was too different from the other party. Looking at the red fox leaving, Xia Shaofeng felt a little incredible. Then he took a big breath of air and pressed down the injury in his body.

Xia Shaofeng didn't say much. After running the eight-yuan and six-year-old reincarnation formula to restore his spiritual power, he helped the monk to leave here quickly. Xia Shaofeng can't protect when the red fox will turn back to the other two of them.

Not long after Xia Shaofeng left, the red fox appeared here again.

"The teenager just used it seems to be very similar to the seven rotten bone palms in the Seven Treasures recorded in the Heavenly Demon Charm Book. When the injury is healed, he will definitely check it out. If it is really the Seven Treasures, then the other party must have a way. The red fox muttered to himself and then left.

On the top of the mountain, the temple reflected in the green trees, the apricot yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray ridge, and the green towering ancient trees are all bathed in the rose-red morning glow, which looks solemn.

Luoyun Temple is quite effective, and it is also quite famous in the square city. If it is normal, at this time, cigarettes are lingering, and an endless stream of worshippers rush here.

But now, it is indeed deserted. In the yard, there are only one or two sata sitting on the fallen leaves in the yard, and two people are sitting on the side of the stone table under the bodhi tree.

One is Xia Shaofeng, and the other is Master Fahua, the host of Luoyun Temple.

"I especially remember the situation when your father went to Luoyun Temple with you in his arms." Although the sama on Master Fahua's body is old, it exudes the breath of Buddhism. Under the white eyebrows are a pair of eyes that tolerate all sentient beings.

"It will be the anniversary of my parents' death in a few days. I hope the master can help me." Xia Shaofeng said that the master opposite was one of Xia Shaofeng's most admired people so far.

Buddhism is profound and compassionate. It is everyone's evaluation of Master Fahua, and it is also Xia Shaofeng's evaluation of the master. When he was a Master Fahua, Xia Shaofeng had a feeling of facing the towering mountains.

"The poor monk must try his best. I heard from the elder that Xia Shizhu seems to have evil skills. I don't know if this is possible?" Fa Hua closed his eyes slightly and asked softly. The corners of his mouth still rose slightly, which made people feel very comfortable and want to be close.

"What Shao Feng has is the method of cultivation, not the method of evil." Xia Shaofeng said with a smile.

"There is no distinction between good and evil, and the difference is only the heart used. A good heart is good, and a bad heart is evil. Xia Shaofeng continued.

"The Xia Shizhu, like your father in those years, is quite wise. At that time, your father held you in his arms and discussed your name with the poor monk under this bodhi tree." Fa Hua smiled, and his eyes seemed to see through the decades and return to the secluded years.

Under the incense of Luoyun Temple, a young man held a baby in his arms, and the man's handsome face was full of the joy of a new father.

After waiting for a long time, the man finally waited for the opportunity to meet with Master Fahua, the host of Luoyun Temple, alone. The man wanted the master to name his child.

"Master, don't laugh. Although many people say that the name is just a symbol, I believe that a person's name will indicate this person's voice." The young man said.

"Ha ha, you're right. They're right, too."

"Why?"

"You believe it, so he will achieve it."

"Xia Qian." Master Fahua said, "As long as you believe, your child will interpret his name with his life."

"Master, you thought of the name of the dog."

"Chu"

The streamer goes by, 17 years in a flash, and things are different.

Master Fahua looked at the person in front of him and sighed unsearchablely.

"Lord Xia Shi, go down and have a rest first. Let's go to the Buddhist hall after bathing and changing clothes tomorrow morning." Master Fahua swept the bodhi leaves on the stone table and said gently.