At the border of Jizhou.

The public opinions of hundreds of millions of people gathered together and turned into a divine whip to kill the rebellious people. Taking advantage of the fate of the world, it hit the heads of the team of Buddhist scripture seekers in the blink of an eye.

Crack!

A peerless whip sound echoed throughout the nine heavens and ten places.

At this scream, the gods and gods were shaken, their hearts were frightened, and countless eyes were cast on the border of Jizhou.

This moment.

The four guardians of Shiva were under the fate of the world, their strength was limited and their magic power was weak. Just being hit by the residual power made them dizzy and their spirits almost collapsed.

The four guardians were so dizzy that they did not realize that at the moment when the whip of public opinion came, the Buddha's light bathed in Sakyamuni's body started to burn like a flame.

A Buddhist dharma image appeared, shining in all directions of the world. There were Buddhas chanting scriptures, flying gods dancing happily, Sanskrit sounds curling incessantly, and strange fragrances hitting them.

The nine-ring tin staff in Sakyamuni's hand turned into a nine-section fairy vine, and a giant shield was woven into it to protect Sakyamuni.

The wish-fulfilling beads, Mani beads, dust-free beads, and wind-fixing beads on the brocade cassock on his body all radiated thousands of rays of light; the red agate, luminous pearls, and relics suddenly showed the splendor of the Buddha thousands of miles away.

The endless Buddha's light shrouds the person who is seeking scriptures, and must be protected within it.

Sakyamuni stood in the Buddha's light. Against the background of the Buddha's light, he looked majestic and sacred. He looked calm and said without any trace of panic: "I am the Buddha who protects me. How could a poor monk be harmed by your treacherous tricks?"

"The poor monk has a firm heart towards the Buddha and does not care about life or death. How can he be afraid of the methods of the king?"

Since the disaster in Jizhou, Sakyamuni has been firm that all the disasters he encounters on the way to seek scriptures are all arranged by Zi Shou.

He doesn't understand the affairs of immortals and gods. When he sees the human race's temple, he just sees it as a giant immortal ship. When he sees the public opinion coming by luck, he sees it as a subjugation.

Since these are the methods of the human king, they must be evil, unfree methods, and rebellious actions that violate Buddhist principles.

How could Sakyamuni show his timidity in front of a human king as a Buddhist scholar with a firm heart?

He clasped his hands together, looked directly at the public opinion and turned it into a divine whip and said: "Amitabha, Buddha bless you!"

Snap!

The giant shield transformed from the fairy vine was beaten to pieces with a whip.

The Buddha's light reflected in the cassock was shattered by a whip.

The expression on Sakyamuni's face didn't even have time to change to shock before he was already struck by the divine whip.

In this flash of lightning, the light of Sakyamuni's body-protecting Buddha was burning brightly, and the Buddhist dharma image behind him had an angry look on his face, and he whipped his hands towards the god of public opinion.

However.

This is the human world.

It's not Lingshan.

Buddha cannot protect Sakyamuni.

After Sakyamuni's death, his Buddhist image was shattered by the divine whip of public opinion, and his firm heart toward the Buddha was even torn apart.

The next moment.

A dark shadow in the destiny of the world broke through the last layer of low-light protection around Sakyamuni and penetrated into Sakyamuni's Buddha heart.

However, Sakyamuni, who did not understand anything about immortals and gods, was completely unaware of all these changes.

He only felt that the endless light in front of him dissipated, and the whole world dimmed.

The light of the Buddha has faded, and the whip of public opinion has also disappeared.

For a while.

The only light in the nine heavens and ten earths is the human temple above the destiny of the world.

Sakyamuni lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that there was no injury or pain, so he showed a smile and said: "Amitabha, as long as the poor monk is firm in his heart towards the Buddha, then the Buddha will protect the poor monk."

"How can a mere king's methods be compared to a poor monk's in front of the Buddha?"

He raised his head proudly and looked towards the human temple, as if he wanted to vent the grievances he had suffered in Jizhou.

However.

When Sakyamuni looked up towards the human temple, he saw only darkness.

Heaven and earth disappear, and everything dissolves.

When Sakyamuni came back to his senses, he found that he was already in a void of chaos.

A cold voice sounded in his ears, like a sharp knife, splitting open his Buddha heart, saying:

"Buddha bless you? If Buddha bless you, why were you guillotined in Jizhou?"

"If the Buddha blesses you, why did you go from being a member of the Kushan royal family to a wandering scholar?"

"If the Buddha blesses you, why do you need to go to Lingshan Mountain to save all living beings? If the Buddha can't even save you, how can he save all living beings?"

When Shakya heard this voice, he was suddenly startled and his eyes went straight.

He knows this voice.

Because he hears this sound every day!

This is his own voice.

This voice made Sakyamuni feel a sense of inexplicable fear, as if that voice would say something treacherous.

So Sakyamuni quickly put his hands together, chanted the name of the Buddha, and then said loudly: "Who are you, evil spirit? Did the king of men send you here? Do you think that by pretending to be the voice of a poor monk, you can shake the poor monk's heart towards the Buddha?"

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The cold voice laughed disdainfully and said: "I am you, can you deceive the world, deceive the Buddha, and deceive yourself?"

"If you don't have any doubts or resentment towards Buddha in your heart, why would I be there?"

Sakyamuni's eyes widened in shock. He looked around, but saw only darkness. He quickly denied it and said, "I'm not, I didn't. Don't slander the poor monk's innocence on the basis of nothing!"

"The poor monk devoted himself to the Buddha, experienced the cause and effect of this life, and cultivated the Buddha's fate in the next life. Everything the poor monk experienced was just a test given by the Buddha to the poor monk. How could the poor monk have any resentment? He would not have any doubts about the Buddha.

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The cold voice laughed even more wildly and said: "You used to teach the Three Vehicles in Yixia School. Every time you would choose a day with the worst weather. When you went to the podium, you would also scatter nails on the stairs.

Carrying a brazier on his back."

"After you take the stage, you will go without drinking for three days and without eating for seven days. After suffering all kinds of hardships, you will start lecturing to the students in the audience."

"Why is this?"

Sakyamuni's Buddha heart trembled again and again. He gritted his teeth and said: "The poor monk did this just because the world is a purgatory, a furnace, and a sea of ​​suffering, full of endless suffering. Only by crossing the sea of ​​suffering can we reach the other side."

Shakya could not see anything in this dark chaos, but at this moment he could clearly feel a cold gaze looking directly at him.

Under this gaze, he felt unprecedented fear.

Because this look tore through his layers of disguise.

The cold voice sneered: "The reason why you did that is just because you are jealous of the world."

"You were originally from the Kushan royal family, and you grew up in fine clothing and fine food. However, the Great Shang destroyed the Kushan Kingdom, turning you from a noble royal family to a commoner."

"You hate the Great Shang, but you know that all this happened because the Kushans listened to the words of the gods and attacked the Great Shang, which led to the destruction of the country. You know that all this is the fault of the Kushan Empire. You can't find an argument with the Great Shang, and you don't dare to argue with the Great Shang.

The gods vent their anger."

"So you can only hope for an afterlife, where you can live a life like a human being again."

"However, you have seen the beauty of the world, which is beyond all your imagination, so you can only use self-abuse to eliminate your yearning and deceive yourself about the sufferings in the world."

At the words of this voice, Sakyamuni felt that his whole body was cold, as if a thousand-year-old ice was pouring into his body from the top of his head, and even his soul was frozen with it.

He couldn't help shouting hysterically: "Yao Xie, your nonsense can't shake the poor monk's heart to worship the Buddha. You can't deceive the poor monk."

The cold voice just smiled with disdain, and then continued:

"Suffering in the world, evil in the world, becoming a Buddha in the next life, escaping the sea of ​​suffering, and reaching the other shore are all just self-deception. If the Buddha has really escaped the sea of ​​suffering, why does he still make trouble in the world?"

"If the Buddha has really reached the other shore, why do you want to instigate the Kushan Kingdom to go to war with the merchants?"

"Sakyamuni, the Three Vehicle Dharma you practice is just a way to deceive yourself, others, heaven, earth, and all sentient beings. You know it better than anyone else, but you just don't want to admit it!"

Sakyamuni was full of fear at this moment. Everything he had ever thought about had become an ax to chop into his Buddha heart. He held on to the last trace of his heart toward the Buddha and said with difficulty every word:

"No matter who you are, even if you kill the poor monk, you can't shake the light of my Buddha! The Buddha said that in the great bright world, all living beings have the Buddha's image, and evil cannot prevail over the good. Don't even think about spoiling the poor monk's heart towards the Buddha."

The cold voice roared and the whole chaos and darkness laughed wildly, and a black lotus appeared in front of Sakyamuni.

The entire chaotic world in front of Sakyamuni at this moment was as dark as ink, but when the pitch-black lotus appeared, he still saw it at a glance.

The black lotus is darker than the darkness, with the aura of annihilation entangled on it. The twelve lotus terraces overlap each other, and each lotus petal seems to be the size of the heaven and the earth, but it seems to be only between the palms of the hands.

Countless densely packed Dao seal characters flowed on the lotus petals, writing one dark "devil" after another.

And inside these magic words, there are countless Dao seal characters embedded in them.

In this way, one layer is layered one layer after another, and the Dao seal script is layered one after another.

Endless!
To be continued...