Chapter 102: The Mighty Heavenly Dragon Vows To Bury All The Buddhas!

After practicing my mind in the sea of ​​suffering for thirty years, no one will know how powerful Fahai is now. But now, everything is revealed.

Among the ten thousand Buddhas, only the true Buddha of Buddhism and the power of the real Buddhas can be condensed. Now, only seven breaths have been completely suppressed!

Looking at the ten thousand Buddha Dharma images that were being suppressed by the mighty heavenly dragon's true power and disappearing inch by inch, a look of nostalgia flashed across Fa Hai's old eyes.

That year, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, he was a disciple of the Buddha. His Dharma was so profound that no demon was his enemy wherever he went!

But she is a strange monster, a kind-hearted monster.

"Monsters can also save people?" This was the first sentence he said to her.

"Little monk, why can't monsters save people?" She smiled, her smile was genuine, but it was not sarcasm, but a rhetorical question.

"Since a demon is a demon, it behaves evilly and does the opposite, and it must be a conspiracy to save people!" He was resolute, but for some unknown reason, he did not take action.

"Hehe, little monk, if that's the case, why don't you do it?" She was still smiling, not dodging or hiding, as if she was not afraid of the monk's Dharma.

"When you show off your cruelty, the monk will take action~" the young monk said after being silent for a while.

"Then just wait~" She left, as light as a cloud.

The little monk followed her. He wanted to see what conspiracy she had.

"Snake demon, you are rescuing people again. What is your conspiracy?"

"Why must there be a conspiracy?"

"Because you are a demon, and demons can only harm people!"

She smiled and said nothing, but her face was a little pale unconsciously, and she didn't know why.

She was moving forward, and he just followed. Then, a strange scene appeared in the world. A young monk followed a beautiful woman in her prime all day long.

Someone said that the monk moved his ordinary heart.

Some people speculated that the woman was a demon. How could an ordinary person be so beautiful? However, for some unknown reason, the monk did not slay the demon.

Day by day passed, and in a flash, it was forty-seven days.

On this day, the little monk chose to take action, not to conquer the demon, but to prevent her from continuing to save people.

"Your vitality has been damaged and all your centuries-old cultivation has been dissipated. If you continue to save people, you will die!"

"Wouldn't it be better if I died, in line with your desire to conquer demons, little monk?"

"No, the monk has determined that you are a good demon, and demons also have good and evil qualities."

Unexpectedly, when she heard this sentence, she laughed. There was no gentleness at all, but endless ridicule.

"There are good demons, but there are no good monks.

"Little monk, you have a kind heart, why do you want to be a monk?"

This is the first time he has seen her mood change so much. She is usually gentle to others.

"You are prejudiced against monks!" The young monk also made a funny face.

"Haha..." She smiled coldly again, stretched out her jade hand and pointed at the sentient beings in the distance.

"Little monk, do you know who they are?"

The young monk was silent for a moment: "All living beings in the sea of ​​suffering."

"Yes, that's wrong! They are just ordinary people. Do you know who made them fall into misery?"

"The monk doesn't know!" The young monk did not hide his ignorance.

"It's you, you monks!"

The young monk was not angry, but looked puzzled: "Why did the donor say that? They have suffered all the vicissitudes of life, what does it have to do with the monk?"

She waved her hand again and pointed at the desolate land: "Do you know what this is?"

"land."

"Wrong, it's a wasteland!"

"Do you know why this place became a wasteland?"

The young monk was silent: "I don't know, monk."

"Half a year later, an evil thing appeared here, causing harm to everyone. Mortals couldn't fight it. The only way to do it was to invite a Buddhist master to subjugate the demon."

Hearing this, the young monk nodded and subdued demons, which was his duty as a Buddhist.

Unexpectedly, when the little monk nodded, she laughed repeatedly.

"Do you know what the final result will be?"

Before the young monk could ask any questions, she continued.

"The monk is also unable to defeat the evil thing.

Only by inviting higher-level Buddhist experts can it be possible to subjugate the demon.

The people here are naturally very nervous after hearing this.

The monk goes to invite the eminent monk.

Who knows how long it will take, and this period of time , who knows how many people will die?"

"All sentient beings begged and begged, and finally, the Buddhist disciple couldn't help the begging of all sentient beings, so he spoke. He could condense his own Buddhist power into the true Buddhist talisman, which has the effect of temporarily driving away evil things."

"But the Buddhist monk's power is limited, and he can only give birth to more than a hundred of them, which can be given to those who are destined to do so."

At this point, she paused.

"Little monk, you might as well take a guess, what kind of person is a destined person?"

The young monk was silent. He was a disciple of the Buddha, so he was naturally not stupid. In this case, there were few people and many talismans, so what could be given must be some special things, such as...noble people~

"Come to think of it, you can imagine that, yes, those more than a hundred Buddha's true talismans were given to some people who were destined (money).

If you can't get the money, you will not be destined to be a Buddha.

That's it.

Countless people have had their life savings wiped out in one fell swoop."

"But, you think this is the end? No, this is just the beginning."

"As the monk left, the evil things that had lost their blockers began to act viciously.

Countless people were killed day and night.

At this time, the Buddhist True Talisman became the only thing that could save lives.

But, the True Talisman It was limited, so in order to get the real talisman, I started to pay a higher price to buy it.

"Ten taels, twenty taels, thirty taels, one hundred taels, two hundred taels, even five hundred taels..."

"An interesting thing happened.

Originally there were only a hundred talismans.

After the price increase, they couldn't buy them all.

There were always people who could come up with new talismans and continue to sell them.

At the beginning, there were only a hundred talismans.

Later, there were But there are more than ten thousand."

"However, this is not important, but it is a good thing. Many people saw the opportunity to survive, so they went bankrupt and sold their ancestral property. They even wanted to get a true talisman at all costs, because it was a chance to survive."

"In the end, these thousands of miles of fertile land will turn into wasteland. Young monk, do you know now who these lands belong to?"

The young monk fell into silence for a long time. He is a disciple of the Buddha and has no shortage of wisdom. He has also realized the superior spiritual power of his mind. It is precisely with the help of his mind that the monk easily knows that she is not lying. Therefore, he is silence.

After a long silence, he spoke: "Demons are divided into good and evil, and monks are also divided into good and bad. He is a bad monk! But not all monks are bad monks!"

She was laughing again, as if all the malice in her heart had turned into a sneer at the Buddha. That kind of smile made the monk uncomfortable, and she obviously shouldn't have this kind of smile.

"The matter is not over yet.

Tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and incense from thousands of families here belong to Buddhism, but the so-called great Buddhist master has not yet arrived.

There is no shortage of practitioners in this world, so one day, a practitioner I discovered an evil thing here, and this evil thing was no match for even the Buddhist disciples, but it was easily defeated by this monk who had only been practicing for a few years."

"Reputation is the most important thing for a cultivator. Even the evil beings who were no match for Buddhist masters were killed by themselves. Therefore, after the cultivator returned, he publicized it and made a name for himself.

"Three months later, the cultivator's sect was inexplicably found to have possessed a monster. Overnight, it became known to all the cultivators in the world. As a major sect of righteousness, Buddhism naturally leads by example and kills demons."

"So, the sect was destroyed and everyone was killed.

Only the cultivator who once killed monsters is still alive, but his life is worse than death.

Young monk, you might as well go and take a look.

At the foot of FaLun Temple, that Use your telepathy to take a good look at the beggar who has lost both his legs and hands!"

The little monk left, leaving only a Buddhist bead before leaving without any other words. He wanted to see, use his own eyes to see through the truth, and use his own Buddha's heart to understand everything.

A month later, the two reunited again.

At this time, the monk was no longer the same monk. His originally gentle and impurity-free face had a look of sadness, while she, with a pale complexion and weak breathing, looked like she was on the verge of death.

Noticing the sad look on the young monk's face, she smiled instead, just like the first time they met, very gentle and pure.

The young monk looked at her quietly and smiled.

His Buddha mind was very confused and it was difficult to calm down.

With his pace, how could he only go to one Falun Temple in one month? It was because he had seen so much that he The more I became more and more distressed, the more puzzled I became.

Originally, there were so many filthy places in Buddhism.

There are Buddhist temples where the rich are full of oil, but the people at their feet are piled with corpses, and Yi Zi eats each other.

There is a Buddhist temple where Buddhist scriptures are recited during the day, but thousands of women are imprisoned for pleasure at night.

Some Buddhist temples even secretly manipulate evil spirits to harm people. Without fear, how can anyone devoutly believe in me, the Buddha!

He had seen too many such things within a month. Although it was not said that every Buddhist temple was like this, seven or eight times out of ten could be said to be sensational.

The young monk's Buddhist mind was in chaos, and his Buddhist outlook collapsed. The young monk fell into an unprecedented confusion. This problem was hundreds of times more difficult than the most difficult-to-understand classics.

She was still laughing, smiling, and a touch of scarlet blood appeared on her lips.

The expression of the little monk who was originally in a trance changed, and he took a step forward, ready to heal her with his pure Buddha power.

However, she refused.

"No need, little monk, I understand the extent of my injury and my time is almost up."

The young monk was silent. He was proficient in many Buddhist magical powers, but he couldn't tell that she was already dying. Moreover, the injury was very familiar to the young monk. It was Foli's pure Buddhist magical power.

"Little monk, do you know why I hate monks so much?"

The young monk shook his head. This was why he was a little curious. Although Buddhism today was indeed corrupt, it seemed to have little connection with her. Where did this hatred come from?

He could see the hatred in her heart, a hatred that he was completely unable to understand.

"Little monk, do you know the real horror of Buddhism?"

"Monk, you don't know? Please ask the donor to clarify."

"Haha, as a monk, you may have never paid attention to some issues. Let me ask you, do monks eat?"

"Of course, three meals a day are all vegetarian."

"Then let me ask you, where does the monk's three meals a day come from? Can the monk grow vegetables?"

There was silence for a moment, and then the young monk shook his head.

"Does a monk need pills or spiritual materials to practice martial arts?"

"Nature requires it."

"Then let me ask you again, have you ever seen a monk refining elixirs? Have you ever seen a monk grow medicine?"

Silence, silence again.

"Does the monk need weapons?"

"Does the monk need some clothes?"

Questions were asked one after another, and all the young monk could do was shake his head.

Finally, she asked her last question: "So, little monk, can you tell me where the monks who only eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long come from?"

"High-ranking officials still need to take care of their own property, how can Buddhism always get something for nothing?"

"Giving alms from all the families? Is it possible? Today's Buddhism, as the largest force in the world, has completely surpassed Taoism. Even the gods in the sky want to see the faces of the Buddhas in your Lingshan Mountain. How can such a force get anything from charity? ?"

"Little monk, let me tell you again, thousands of years ago, there were

There are seven thousand-year-old families, four holy places, and twelve first-class sects. At that time, it was called a prosperous age of spiritual practice. But a thousand years ago, all the thousand-year-old families were destroyed, and there was only one holy place left, the first-class sect.

There are only two or three of them, and they are also on the verge of extinction, and in exchange for these, Buddhism is now prosperous and prosperous!"

"This is why Buddhism never refines elixirs, but has an almost inexhaustible supply of elixirs; never grows medicine, but never lacks medicinal materials; never refines weapons, but never lacks magical weapons

, all you need to do is to change the appearance of those things, and they will become your Buddhist treasures. "

At this point, she stopped, not because she wanted to make a fuss, but because she coughed heavily. The little monk's eyesight was not bad, and he could clearly see the fragments of internal organs.

The serious injury was so serious that it was completely hopeless. For some reason, the young monk's eyes became dim.

"Little monk, now let me answer the original question, why do I hate Buddhism so much."

"I was just an ordinary snake demon, but by chance, I got an opportunity. It was an opportunity, a burden, and even more painful."

"I don't know why, but I can listen to sounds, not sounds in the normal sense, and I can hear all the sounds in the world, a weed, a dead tree,

Even a handful of sand and gravel, but what is heard most is the sound of this world. "

"This world is crying, this world is crying~"

"Do you know why this is?"

The little monk shook his head.

"Because, this world is going to die~"

The little monk's expression fluctuated violently.

"Little monk, if a monster harms someone, it may harm dozens or hundreds of people; if a treacherous official harms someone, it may harm more than ten thousand people; if a fool harms one person, it may harm millions.

There are thousands of people, but Buddhism has harmed hundreds of generations, and harmed the entire world!"

"Buddhism requires all living beings to give alms, but it never gives to all living beings. Buddhist disciples do not engage in production, but only absorb and obtain. As Buddhism grows stronger, the resources it needs

There are more and more, and the whole world can no longer bear them, so what will happen?"

This time, the little monk fell into silence for a long, long time. His face kept changing, including confusion, pain, and many other expressions that should not have appeared on his face.

Her face became paler and paler, but her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Little monk, you are thinking, you are in pain, I did not misjudge you, you are different from those hard-hearted monks.

"Little monk, do you know why I called you back when I was about to die?"

The little monk raised his head and looked at her doubtfully.

At this moment, the snake demon emitted light, a light that had never been seen before, dazzling and gentle.

"Little monk, you keep asking me why I keep saving people. In fact, I do have a purpose. I have incredible luck, but if you peek into the corner of destiny, you can see some things that will happen in the future.

When things happen, the people I can save are often people who are helpful to this world. However, their help has always been limited. Only in you, I saw some

Maybe. "

"Little monk, I know you have always doubted what I said, so use your eyes to see for yourself, see the future of this world, and see the truth of everything.

"

The snake demon burned with pure white flames, and then rushed towards the young monk. Then, countless pictures appeared in his mind.

One day, two days, three days...

The little monk stood so quietly all the time. The snake demon burned itself completely so that the little monk could witness the past and present and have a glimpse of destiny.

Seven days later, 983, the little monk opened his eyes again. In his hand, a milky-white demon pill appeared. This was the result of the pure skill of the snake demon for thousands of years, but there was no trace of it.

The demonic nature is still surrounded by a little golden light, which is...the light of merit.

"Little monk, this is my last thing. If you are willing to bear the mission that I am carrying, then take me with you to witness and complete it! If you are not willing, please take me

Buried under Qingcheng Mountain...

"Goodbye, little monk~~"

The milky white demon elixir in his hand was constantly emitting a faint light, making the little monk feel as if he was surrounded by warmth.

The monk held the demon pill and came to Qingcheng Mountain. He sat there and quietly looked at the world and the sentient beings sinking into the sea of ​​suffering at his feet.

For seventeen consecutive days, the wind and rain did not move, and the sun and moon were unobstructed!

Until that day, the young monk's mind sublimated and connected with a certain existence. That existence called itself: the heaven of this world!

"I used to think that demons harm people, but I don't want the so-called demons to really harm people!"

"I thought that by eradicating all chaos in the world, I would be able to restore peace to the world, but I didn't expect that the source of all disasters was actually always around me."

The little monk suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky and the stars in the sky.

"Monk, I know what to do~"

The little monk smiled brightly, brighter than ever before.

From that day on, the young monk returned to Jinshan Temple. Within a year, the young monk cultivated the Arhat Path and Fruit, which shocked the entire Buddhist sect!

Another year later, the little monk measured the world with his bare feet. He was king of the world and the hearts of the people.

Later, I struggled through the sea of ​​suffering for thirty years, until today!

The past is like smoke, passing away.

Fahai, who had transformed into a withered old monk, looked at the almost obliterated image of the Buddha below, his expression neither happy nor sad, and he was calm and unfazed.

Suddenly, the sky cracked open, and Buddhist sages who looked like the sun descended on the sea of ​​suffering. Each one of them looked at the old monk below with cold eyes.

"Fa Hai, you actually took action against my Buddhist image. You have completely gone into evil ways. Today, I will completely clean up the door!"

Ignoring the Buddhist sage above who was as powerful as the sun, the old monk took out something at the next moment, which was a milky-white demon pill. Even after thirty years,

Still no change at all.

The old monk took the demon pill and slowly pushed it into his chest.

"Donor Bai, old monk, I have lived up to your trust back then!"

"Today, I invite the donor and the poor monk to work together to complete the mission that you and I jointly bear."

Thousand-year demon pills are rare in the world, and this one is even more meritorious. The power of such a thousand-year demon pill can be imagined. As soon as it enters the body, it instantly turns into billowing energy, instantly replenishing energy.

It satisfied all the old monk's shortcomings in the past thirty years.

In an instant, the old monk, who had been eroded and tortured to the point of being reduced to a human form, his broken body faded away, and was replaced by the same magnificent and radiant Buddhist disciple.

!

At the same time, the True Dragon Tyrant Pattern formed by practicing the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Technique was also undergoing an astonishing transformation. The golden dragon body was instantly covered with pitch black. However, it was clearly

It's black, but there's no evil aura at all, and it's full of ultimate majesty and domineering!

"Today, we will bury him!"

"Roar!!!!"

The high-pitched dragon roar resounded throughout the sky!

At the same time, in Lingshan Mountain and the Great Thunder Sound Temple, the expressions of all the Buddhas in the heavens changed and they all looked towards the direction of the Sea of ​​Suffering.

"This is someone who has made great ambitions!"

"Destroy the Buddha, someone wants to destroy the Buddha!"

"The sea of ​​suffering is the sea of ​​dharma. How dare he, a mere Buddhist, make a great wish to destroy the Buddha!"

"Kill! These people who blaspheme the Buddha will never be forgiven! Kill! Kill! Kill!".