"whew!"
Guo Yi’s eyebrows moved to close his eyes. Huo Ran kept coming to him with his eyes open, and his aura was like the tide. Huo Ran receded and became peaceful and docile again.
The four Xianhe rivers in Xianmen are intertwined with each other, and the gods are radiant like four big dragons washing out large waves and shaking like Hong Zhong.
Guo Yi dropped a punch from the sky and bombarded the ground. A huge force carried four Xianhe rivers. Suddenly, he rushed out of his fist and made a hole in the ground. The whole Mount Pu shook violently.
Full strength finally got the vent from the body, and immediately Guo Yi felt particularly comfortable. The whole person seemed to get a sublimation, not only physically but also mentally.
"The fourth river of Dharma Lord is not the fifth river of Dharma Lord"
There is also a fairy river occupied by a false Buddha lamp, which has been immersed in the fairy road. This fairy river is as motionless as if its roots are not controlled by Guo Yi. There is a stream that tells Guo Yi that he also owns this fairy river.
Although he has risen three small realms in a row, Guo Yi is not surprised at all. His body has already reached the strength and toughness of the Dharma Lord and Xianmen, far exceeding that of ordinary people. He can break one after another if he has enough aura.
With the increase of strength, Guo Yi feels that his current combat power is ten times higher than that of the previous one. Even if it is not good for the ghost crow’s strength, he can compete with the master of the Sixth River.
Now Guo Yi’s strength can be compared with Lin Xianer and Su E, and he will never be beaten as before.
Although it has been greatly improved, Guo Yi is not arrogant and impetuous. The whole person seems to have matured a lot. He respectfully worships the Buddha in the clouds. "Thank you for your guidance."
The Buddha nodded with a smile. "Have you found that person?"
Guo Yi nodded firmly and said, "My brother already has the answer in his heart. Her brother will never become a monk. Please ask the Buddha to take the false Buddha lamp from his brother!"
Guo Yi’s eyes have never been firmer, but who is that?
The Buddha shook his head after listening to Guo Yi’s words, and then his deep eyes looked in the direction of the horizon as if waiting for something.
Guo Yi’s eyebrows are wrinkly, and he feels that the Buddha’s lamp in Xianmen is shaking again. Even Xianhe is choppy, as if he were going to rush out of his body.
Guo Yi naturally knew that the Buddha did not cast spells on him, but the false Buddha lamp shook itself. This happened once, and that was when he fell to the cliff.
Is it?
"Boom!"
Guo Yi felt that a howling wind swept through behind him, and a peak thousands of meters high actually broke through the clouds and flew from a distance, and then suspended Guo Yi’s head. This peak is the falling peak!
At the same time, an ancient lamp of ancient pottery clay rushed out of Guo Yi’s body, carrying a gurgling golden fairy river, which slowly rose and then suspended the cliff.
A hundred thousand words of Buddha with blood on the cliff also bloomed with dazzling brilliance, reflecting the whole day with blood for thousands of years. The sound of Buddha coming out of the words of Buddha on the cliff is like reading 100 thousand different scriptures to explain 100 thousand kinds of Buddha’s meaning
A force from nowhere slowly pulled Guo Yi’s body up and then rose to the same position as the false Buddha lamp.
The false Buddha’s lamp is suspended, and Guo Yi’s head and feet step on the rolling golden Xianhe River. The whole person seems to be given something, and he will never move again, just like a stone sculpture.
In the distance, the Buddha’s mouth kept reading the Buddha’s name and the Buddha’s words on the cliff, trying to overlap. His face smiled at Guo Yidao with a meaningful smile. "The master of falling into the heart needs to give a dedicated Buddha, not an ascetic."
Guo Yi’s eyes were puzzled, but he couldn’t speak. He felt as if there were scrolls of ancient scriptures in his ears, and he seemed to want to explode him.
The Buddha of Heaven saw Guo Yi’s eyes puzzled and smiled. "The master of falling into the heart is a wounded person’s blood and refining the Buddha. She has already cut off the dust shield, and she has made six detached five lines to see through the four elephants, which has made the false Buddha and left this ancient cliff as the last legacy of her life. If you feel like it, you can get into the door; If people have feelings, they can achieve the true Buddha. "
When the Buddha sees Guo Yi’s eyes, he wants Guo Yi to think through his heart. Once he thinks through his heart, he can accept the master’s acceptance.
I don’t know how many years and how much wind and rain my menstruation has suffered, but it doesn’t damage my face at all. The Buddha’s handwriting is also immortal, but at this time, the cliff has cracked a series of gaps, from the ground to the top and then scattered.
A crack keeps getting denser, and a big peak becomes more fragile, just like a light touch will melt the rubble.
"Howls …"
The great movement has alarmed many monks in the Bodhi Temple to come here. These monks were shocked when they saw that the suspended sky was about to break down and the falling heart peak and the falling heart cliff were shining Buddha. They knew that when the falling heart cliff broke down, the Buddha was born.
When these monks saw the Buddha sitting in the clouds, they all knelt down and showed respect in their eyes.
"Boom!"
After all, the falling heart peak is still broken, and a lot of broken stones fall from the sky, turning a stone into a hill, while the original writing of the Buddha on the falling heart cliff is still suspended in the air, like a hanging scripture, bursting into bloody brilliance.
Each word of Buddha is like an old monk explaining Buddhism, but 100,000 words of Buddha explain 100,000 different Buddhist meanings. These Buddhist meanings are the essence of these Buddhist words, which have made the Buddhist practitioners meditate and meditate all their lives.
Not to mention the monks in the Bodhi Temple, one by one, their eyes are closed, their ears are stretched out, and these abstruse Buddhist words are forcibly remembered, even if Toya is coming to continue his research for the time being.
At this time, Guo Yi’s closest to the 100,000-word Buddha seems to have 100,000 ancient buddhas. He explained Buddhism and many things were forced into his mind. Even the monk Jia Ye, who was buried in the heavenly sword, rushed out to realize the true meaning of the Buddha’s word.
Chapter 327 Blood of the True Buddha
I’m afraid no one in the ancient mysterious realm can answer this question. The realm of the real Buddha is as high as that of the immortal, even the six masters are French enterprises.
Even a word left by the real Buddha is enough for Buddhists to study all their lives. Even a great sage like Tianfo is absorbed in understanding the true meaning of 100,000 Buddha words at this time. If he can understand even one word, he may make further progress in one hundred days.
However, the Buddhist words in these 100,000 Buddha characters soon stopped one after another, and the original words were connected into a scripture to melt 100,000 drops of bright red blood.
These 100,000 Buddha words were written in the blood of the fallen master. Now the true meaning of the Buddha words has got into Guo Yi’s mind, and the Buddha words have naturally returned to nature and become blood again.
These 100,000 drops of blood are true Buddha’s blood and immortal’s blood. Generally, every drop has unpredictable power. Even a big world can’t compare with a drop of blood.
100,000 drops of blood rolled down from the sky like dew in the morning, and then all of them fell into the false Buddha lamp, turning the bright red lamp oil into a sea of bright blood.
Although the lamp oil is bloody, it is not disgusting at all, but it gives people a feeling of holiness, just like before a real Buddha, people can’t help but want to worship it
The false Buddha lamp is very common, but when 100 thousand drops of blood fall into the Buddha lamp, it glows with strange colors
The former Buddha lamp is like a mummy without water. Now, after the blood is mixed into it, the clay has turned into a magical mud, and the mud lamps have all turned into magic lamps. The blood on the surface of the Buddha lamp has outlined 100,000 lines like human blood. I don’t know when the Buddha lamp was printed, so that a dead thing suddenly glowed with spirituality.
Although the Buddha lantern woman is also a beautiful girl, Guo Yi can’t afford to blaspheme at all. She has deep respect in her heart, and it is only natural to bow down to her.
"Amitabha big chance! Oh, my God, it’s really a real Buddha. It’s incredible that an ancient Xuanyu actually produced a real Buddha. If you go out at this time, it will definitely disturb the whole space. "Jia Ye ancient Buddha could not help but exclaim after seeing the female Buddha mark of the ancient lamp.
At this time, the false Buddha lamp has been taken by Guo Yi, and a feeling of flesh and blood suddenly floats in my heart, as if this Buddha lamp had grown out of Guo Yi’s body.
Although the Buddha lamp already has lamp oil, it has not been lit, because every time it is lit, it will consume a drop of blood lamp oil. However, once the lamp oil is used up by the master of falling heart, the Buddha lamp cannot be lit again. Even though there are 100,000 drops of blood, Guo Yi still dare not light it at will. After all, the blood value of the real Buddha is so amazing that a drop of Guo Yi will feel distressed for three days.
Even the ancient Buddha in Jia Ye gulped at the sight of the bloody lamp oil and cried, "There are actually 100,000 drops of real Buddha’s blood, which is so scary. This is comparable to the fairy blood treasure. I have seen someone get a drop of fairy blood and destroy several big worlds. If you have 100,000 drops here, I don’t know how much turmoil it will cause."
The eyes of the ancient Buddha in Jia Ye are staring at the false Buddha lamp, not only him, but also the Buddhist monks in the temples and the Buddha in the spiritual valley.
The true Buddha’s blood is too precious, but it is a taboo treasure. Even if the Dharma Master is touched by a drop of true Buddha’s blood, it will vanish in an instant, and there are also false Buddha lanterns, so that the master can refine the treasure himself before releasing it, otherwise even the top instruments will be penetrated by the true Buddha’s blood.
If these people want to get the real Buddha’s blood, they must snatch it together with the false Buddha’s lamp, but one day no one in the Buddhist temple dares to take it away.
Besides, the false Buddha’s lamp is the master of falling heart, which has branded Guo Yi’s face with a trace of mark. But the master of falling heart has become a real Buddha, even though she is no longer in the ancient mysterious world, no one dares to start work on a real Buddha disciple if she wants a wisp of spirit.
"Amitabha, the poor monk decided to seriously mix with the Buddha from now on." The old monk Jia Ye suddenly sighed at this time.
Guo Yi put the false Buddha lamp into the Xianhe River again and then took back the Xianmen. "I will believe you, an old bald donkey, that you will be the first to run away in case of danger."
"It’s different now, Buddha. Your old man’s house is a true Buddha disciple with a Buddha behind him. Even if you burst the cloud nine, no one will dare to leave you behind, even if you are among the cattle of the Wild Five Emperors. The true Buddha’s brother is high enough to be the predecessor of these arrogant old guys. Haha!" Monks in Jia Ye don’t know what they are happy about. They are not like a generation of eminent monks, but like an exiled prisoner who is about to be liberated.
Guo Yigen doesn’t know what this old guy Jia Ye said. Guo Yi, a barren five emperors, has never heard of this number.
