On the Buddha statue above his head, a huge golden snake emerged from the crack in the void, as if it came from Jiuyou and from the outer realm. This golden snake was like the king of this group of golden snakes. The crack that the huge golden snake emerged from was shining with lightning. The deep part of the crack seemed to be dark red magma flames burning, and wind blew out from inside.

The golden snake circled down and directly wrapped around the Buddha statue. If it was a monster, it would not be able to get close to the Buddha statue. If it was a Dharma, the Buddha statue would not touch all the Dharma. But the Buddha statue was entangled by the golden snake, and the golden snake opened its mouth and bit it on the Buddha statue. The Buddha statue, which was like a golden body, was bitten directly.

The monk was reciting unknown scriptures and singing in a series of Buddhist scriptures, but he could not disperse the golden snake. The golden snake bit the Buddha statue one by one, and there were many small snakes wrapped around the monk's body. The little snakes bit the golden light from the monk's body in one mouthful and drilled towards him. When they moved, cracks in the void appeared.

The monk's eyes changed from solemnity to a hint of surprise, and then became suspicious, and finally a hint of fear appeared.

"Demon Snake."

There was bloodshot in the monk's eyes at some point, and the Buddha light around him decreased little by little, and even the Buddha statues above his head began to become incomplete. ♂

The monk glanced at Jin Xiangdi deeply, then turned around strangely, and disappeared like a reflection in the water.

"He ran away!" The woman in purple next to her said in surprise: "Your spell actually scared him away."

"Who is he?" Jin Xiangdi asked.

"I don't know, he is the most mysterious person in Lingshan, named Jin Chanzi, but no one knows where his Buddhist temple is. He often goes in and out of the major Buddhist temples, but no one knows where he comes from."'

Jin Xiangdi shook his head. He didn't care who he was, and hurriedly went to support Zhitong. However, Zhitong seemed to be in a state of confusion. He didn't know what he was whispering and kept muttering, but it made people unable to hear clearly, as if he was dreaming.

"Senior Brother,..." Jin Xiangdi shouted in a low voice, but Zhitong was indifferent.

"Senior Brother."

"Who are you? Who is your senior brother?"

The golden elephant's eyes were filled with shock.

...

There was a golden light in the Buddhist temple, but after entering, there was blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters.

From the outside, this is a Buddhist temple, but from the inside, it is still a temple.

There was a man sitting in the clouds, his eyes closed, facing the scorching sun.

When Muzha entered the Buddhist temple of Samantabhadra, he took off the blue mask from his face.

His eyes saw the Samantabhadra sitting in the clouds at a glance.

He approached step by step, and the world was changing. The scorching sun quickly shrank, turning into a colorful aperture covering the top of Samantabhadra's head. The white clouds under him turned into a white lotus platform, and the green mountains and waters turned into mural decorations in the Buddhist temple.

Muzha walked in the empty hall, came to the front of the Samantabhadra, stared, then knelt down, saluted, and shouted: "Disciple Muzha pays homage to Master."

Venerable Samantabhadra opened his eyes, looked at the young man in black-brown robe who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly: "I abandoned the Tao and entered the teachings, and I am no longer your master. If I see you again, I don't have to perform this great gift again."

But Muzha stood up after bowing three times and said, "It's not about worshiping you, but about the kindness of teaching in the past."

"You came with a murderous aura. Are you trying to kill the master in your heart and prove the way in your heart?" asked Venerable Samantabhadra.

Muzha is not handsome. Among these three realms, he looks ordinary, has a reputation not as good as his younger brother, and his supernatural powers are even worse than that of the True Lord. During the Battle of the Gods, his qualifications were not good among the gods, so his cultivation level was not outstanding and his performance was naturally not impressive. Many times, he was executing orders, but he was not on the list of Gods, but he became an insignificant person. Even if his master abandoned the Tao and entered the lecture, he never told him any more.

He always remembered so many times when he asked him if he knew why the Samantabhadra true man in front of him did this and whether he had any expressions in his daily life, but he could not answer at all.

And over the years, when he came, he would add the brother of the third prince or the second prince of the Tota Heavenly King. He had been listening to such a title for too long.

He is his name, like a sapling that grew hard among a big tree. After so many years, he finally had to explore the big trees that conceal the sun and stretch out his own leaves to the sky.

"My murderous aura is not for others, but for myself, and I am the self of the Pujing." Muzha said.

"Then where do you come from today?" said Samantabhadra.

At this time, the inspiration outside the Buddhist temple was churning, and Muzha knew what was going on, but Venerable Samantabhadra seemed to have not seen it at all.

"Did the eunuch Taoist and the Shi Shi think of your only disciple?" Muzha asked.

Samantabhadra smiled and said, "I can't even care about my own way."

He answered very directly without any hesitation at all.

"Then does this disciple have any weight in your heart?" Muzha asked.

"Equal all beings." said Samantabhadra.

"Okay, I understand." Mu Zha turned around and left.

But the eyes of Samantabhadra, glory emerged, and said, "Lingshan is a pure land. You come with murderous aura. Once you come, you should wash away all the wind and frost."

"Venice, is this going to save me?" Muzha said.

"The Buddha has a destined person to live with. Since you have entered Lingshan today, the Tao is in Lingshan." said Venerable Samantabhadra.

But Muzha did not turn his head and went straight toward the door of the Buddha Hall. He could not see the scene outside clearly from the door of the Buddha Hall for some time, and took a step forward. When he stepped over, the void changed. After seeing clearly, he found that he was facing the Venerable Samantabhadra. If someone looked at him here, he would find that he walked out of the door and walked back from the void.

Muzha was just slightly stunned. The sword on his waist had been unsheathed, and a lonely light ran out from his waist. His body was floating in the void. The sword flew and directly towards the neck of the Samantabhadra.

His sword was not earth-shaking, but it only had a kind of simplicity that made people feel that he could do whatever he wanted.

The sword light exudes a strange beauty in its simplicity.

His sword has not been revealed in front of people for hundreds of years. When it is unsheathed today, although it is not earth-shaking, it has a nearly Tao-like charm.

Venerable Samantabhadra was once one of the twelve golden immortals and was famous, but after abandoning the Tao and entering the teachings, he had never left Lingshan. No one knew what magic he had achieved and what magical powers he had.

Although Taoism has many supernatural powers, Buddhism is not weak at all. It is said that three thousand wonderful methods are in hand and one palm transforms into the Buddha's kingdom.

I saw Venerable Samantabhadra stretching out a hand, and the palm turned into a colorful light, expanding infinitely, and the light shone in circles, covering Muzha. From a distance, Muzha was like an ant, and the palm turned into a colorful sky and earth.

This is the Buddha's kingdom in the palm.

It is said that the highest state of mind is transformed into the Buddha's world. It is said that this Lingshan was transformed by the Buddha's thoughts back then. It is just that the divine thought needs to be attached, so that little divine thought is attached to Yinshan and turned into Lingshan.

Muzha's eyes were neither sad nor happy. Another sword on his waist was unsheathed again. The two swords spread out like wings, as if they were spreading their wings, facing the colorful world without any fear.

Just as he was about to be submerged by the colorful light, the two swords in his hand hovered, and a snow-white sword blade storm flew out, spreading a hole in the circles of colorful Buddha lights like Taoist rhyme.

A blade swept across the world like a storm, sweeping wildly towards the body of Samantabhadra.

The void was cut into a few traces by the sword blade, and countless Buddha lights were annihilated.

If the Buddhist temple is like a world, then the storm of the two swords transformed into sweeps this world without a dead corner.

Muzha, a person who is ignored in the world, was terrifying and frightened when facing his master's sword hundreds of years later. Today, how many people dare to face this sword storm without being careful.

Venerable Samantabhadra could not, his eyes were full of surprise.
Chapter completed!