Outside the Demon-Subduing Array, in the hall, Monk Kongkong was chanting scriptures, and he tossed and turned, "Amitabha" and stood aside Wudou.

"No annoyance?"

"Master."

"Is it effective to worship Buddha every day?" Monk Kongkong pointed to the gilded Buddha statue in front of him.

Wudou looked up after hearing this.

"Master asks for peace of mind."

"Yes, I feel at ease." Monk Kongkong smiled.

After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen with Wudou to have dinner.

Before he knew it, monk Wusheng and Kongxu had entered the Buddha Demon Formation for ten days.

On this afternoon, the sunset is about to fall.

Without any signs, the entire temple suddenly shook a few times, and Jinding Mountain also trembled.

Monk Kongkong, who was chanting "Amitabha" in the hall, suddenly turned blood red in an instant, and the blood began to spread, and soon spread across half of his face. The Buddha statue in front of him emitted a faint Buddha light.

Monk Kongkong suddenly raised his head, wrapped his head around him, and stared at the Buddha statue with gritted teeth.

kill!

With a roar, a blood-colored mist was emitted.

Suddenly, his hands pressed on his shoulders, emitting a faint Buddha light.

"Master, calm down." But it was the monk Wudou who came behind him.

Reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Monk Kongkong was trembling all over, and his thin hands clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring some kind of intense pain.

ah!

He suddenly roared a long time, and a wave of air rushed around his body. The Wudou monk behind him was not affected at all, and he held his master firmly with his hands.

Under the Buddhist temple, in the Demon-Subduing Formation.

One of the legs of the Rakshasa king's corpse had been cut off, and Wusheng stood there, his eyes were concentrated, and a three-meter-high Dharma image behind him was shining with golden light.

In the sea of ​​consciousness,

The three-headed and six-armed Rakshasa king's Dharma image reappears.

"Come back!"

Wusheng waved his hand, and the Buddha's light broke through the void. The sun came from the sky, and the sea of ​​blood was instantly evaporated and fell thousands of feet.

The golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata is very high,

The six-armed Rakshasa king danced with six arms, and the blood sword and the demon sword all went into battle, attracting countless evil ghosts, Rakshasa.

Wusheng is still a pair of Buddha's palms.

Tathagata's Divine Palm,

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Buddhas and demons fight.

Outside the sea of ​​consciousness, blood mist enters the sea.

The light of the exquisite pagoda in Monk Kongxu's hand gradually converged, and he could only protect his body within one foot. No matter how far away was there, there was a heavy blood mist that looked like a substance.

The physical arhat in the formation, the Buddhist scriptures and mantras were completely covered by the blood mist, and the Buddha's light could not be seen.

The blood mist had already hit the edge of the formation and began to penetrate outward.

Outside Lanruo Temple, in the pagoda forest, there are Buddha lights dotted, and the incomplete formation is barely moving, just like an old man in his twilight years.

Wusheng, who was standing, suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes quickly retreated.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Dharma image of Rakshasa King was destroyed again.

"Get out of here quickly." Kongxu said in a glance.

The master and apprentice emerged from the formation as fast as possible.

Wusheng stopped outside the formation and began to use Buddhist mantras and the magic power of the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra to block these blood mists that were trying to benefit outside the formation. Monk Kongxu was also helping.

Outside the temple, there was a faint red color floating in the air, which was the blood mist floating out of the underground formation.

Within the order, Monk Kongkong finally suppressed his inner demons, but his eyes were still covered with blood.

Monk Wudou looked at the red floating outside the temple and his brows frowned slightly.

He knew very well about this sign, but it was a sign that the blood mist was about to rush out of the formation.

Could it be that the uncle and junior brother failed?

He wanted to go into the formation to take a look, but looked back at the master sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue and sighed slightly.

After one night, early the next morning,

The Wudou monk who had guarded his master for the whole night opened the window and found that the faint blood color outside had disappeared. The worry in his heart suddenly dropped.

Three days later, Monk Kongxu came out of Monk Kongkong's Zen Room alone and found Monk Wudou and Monk Kongkong.

"Junior brother, how?"

"Cut it."

"Okay!" Monk Kongkong laughed after hearing this.

"Why didn't you see Wusheng come out?"

"He is still practicing in the formation."

"It's been more than ten days, so you should be exhausted, right?" Monk Kongkong was a little worried after hearing this.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I think he is still very energetic and not tired at all. Moreover, he is just eliminating the overflowing blood mist outside the formation. If it is not in the formation, the risk is much smaller."

"That's good." Monk Kongkong was much relieved after hearing this.

Under the Zen Room,

Wusheng stretched out his hand, and his finger was a pen in the air, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the air. Buddhist mantras appeared at his fingertips, and then turned into flowing light and fell into the blood mist.

Buddha mantra. Locking demons.

The Buddha's light turned into a golden light, like a chain, blocking it in the air, like an iron chain crossing the river, one after another, blocking the blood mist that was trying to overflow.

Buddha mantra. Demon suppression.

This Buddhist mantra fell into the blood mist, and the originally surging nothingness seemed to be frozen and suppressed, and stopped there.

Buddha mantra, kill demons,

This magic spell is like a thousand swords, like countless fires, falling into the blood mist, cutting and burning it.

These three Buddhist mantras were learned from the great formation of demon subduing the demons. They were originally intended to suppress the body of the Rakshasa King. This time, they were just learning to deal with the blood mist.

Several magic spells took turns to fight, becoming more and more proficient.

After three days like this, Monk Kongxu was a little worried, so he went down to take a look. Seeing Wusheng casting the magic spell out of thin air, the man scored a few points a few days ago. After careful look, he came out of the Zen room without any slight devil.

Three days later, Wusheng came out of the ground, his expression was not at all haggard, his eyes were clear, and his divine light was restrained.

"How?" Monk Kongxu saw him coming out and asked.

“Great harvest.”

"It's good over there, the chicken your senior brother just stewed."

"Master, I'm so hungry after saying this." Wusheng smiled.

That night, the four monks gathered together again and said some trivial matters.

Life is not only about practice, refining demons, but also about eating, drinking and nonsense.

The next day, after practicing for half a day, Wusheng came to the outside of Lanruo Temple, looked at his small garden, and found that the trees and vegetables were planted inside were listless. He looked carefully and found that there was no shortage of water.

"The sun is too hot, but it's still a shortage of fertilizer. Why don't you tell me about it and come here to pee in the future. He's too angry, so don't water all these to death."

Wusheng looked at the yellow plum tree carefully. This was not an ordinary tree, but a spiritual fruit.

What's going on?

When he returned to the temple, he talked about this with his master.

"Maybe there was blood mist emitted from the formation, affecting them."

Wusheng thought about it carefully and felt that what the master said was reasonable.

"In this way, that spiritual fruit cannot be planted too close to our Lanruo Temple to avoid being affected."

“That’s good.”

The next day, Wusheng found the spirit monkey and chose another place with it, not far from Jinding Mountain. Then he moved the yellow plum tree and told the spirit monkey to come and take care of it if he had time.

Life in Lanruo Temple has returned to its usual shape.

But Wusheng would stay in the formation for three or five days a few days apart and melt the blood mist in it. This was also a kind of practice for him.

On this day, it started raining in the sky.

It was already late autumn, and the wind and rain were filled with coolness, and the entire mountain peak was filled with coldness.

In the afternoon, I came to Lanruo Temple alone in the wind and rain, but the Wuyingwei from Jiangning had already met Shen Lie a few days ago.

"Donor Shen?" When he saw him suddenly visiting, everyone was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!