Chapter 366： Garan Glass Buddha

Qianyuan Realm, Buddha Realm.

is a place called the Buddha Kingdom on earth by beings in the real world. The four ancient Buddhist temples are all standing in this domain. The Buddha's light is immeasurable, radiating hundreds of boundaries in all directions. Every inch of the land here faintly exudes the light of Buddha.

Antai, tranquility and peace are the main theme here.

"Amitabha!"

A monk wearing a white monk robe with a handsome face and an extraordinary face slowly walked through the bustling streets. With every step down, there are light spots under his feet that converge into a golden lotus. The light on his body is flowing, and the light of Buddha rises behind his head. .

The noisy streets suddenly became quiet under the light of the Buddha.

"Ah! This is the monk of the Holy Buddha Temple!"

"It's Master Mingjing, I've seen Master Mingjing!"

"Master Ming Jing!"

Everyone cast their respectful eyes and salutes to Mingjing. The people who live in this land, because of the many shelters of Buddhism, love and respect the Buddha, such as the natural Buddha of the Mingjing Master of the Shengfo Temple, who has been named since childhood. It spread.

Brightly smiled at the corners of his mouth, folded his hands together, and nodded in greeting to everyone, with a calm expression that made people feel like spring breeze.

The Buddhism in this world has a very good reputation, and there is no such bad reputation as the so-called poisoning of the common people. This is also related to the practice of Buddhism by the monks.

Buddhism monks can pass through the world safely, so why do they need to enclose the people and raise the people in order to support themselves?

As for gold and silver, these yellow and white things are not in the eyes of Buddhist monks. The treasures they seek are also irrelevant to the common people.

There are no conflicts of interest. Buddhist monks still have access to the world to save others. The practice of meritorious deeds will benefit these people without any harm. Naturally, they will be respected and loved by all living beings.

Today's Mingjing is no longer the little monk who is compassionate for sentient beings in the ancient world, but is helpless, but has grown into a famous Mingjing master who is famous far and wide, and has advanced Dharma!

Bright stepping, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, but for a moment, he moved away from the prosperous city, and came to the foot of the mysterious Mount Sumi.

At a glance, this mountain seems to be very large and very small. Changes in form, all with determination, it is the sacred mountain handed down by Buddhism since ancient times.

Holy Buddha Temple stands on this mountain.

Bright and clean eyes closed slightly, Buddha's light gleaming, his hand pinched the Xuan'ao Buddha seal and pointed it out. The void shrouded by the inexhaustible method suddenly rippled, and Mingjing immediately stepped into it.

"Little Master Ming Jing is back!"

"I have seen Master Ming Jing!"

Along the way, the younger monks of the Holy Buddha Temple have all respected Mingjing, and the peers they met are also happy to say hello. The popularity can be seen.

Farewell to the fellow monks, Mingjing returned to his courtyard, sat cross-legged behind closed doors, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

the mind then escaped into the spirit platform, the soul entangled in the center of the Shenhai, the white Buddha light lingered, the sound of the burning sound, the endless upright and holy meaning, filled the entire Shenhai space.

tick—

The inexplicable sound of water droplets sounded, and Mingjing suddenly rippled with waves of ripples, like a mirror surface of a disturbed pool.

A reflection of the "surface of water" slowly appeared under Mingjing, dark, evil, and the aura was completely opposite to the spirit of Mingjing, like the two sides of light and darkness.

"Mingjing Little Monk!"

"Molo!"

The light and shadow flowed, and the clear and pure Shenhai world suddenly turned upside down. The dark and evil reflection instantly turned into reality, while the clear and pure soul became an illusory reflection under the water.

"Hehe, I met you Mingjing, but I don't know if it is good luck or bad luck for this seat!"

Moro looked faint, his eyebrows reversed and the character "卍" was incomparably dark and deep, and the strange chains of black and white spread down from the body, closely connected with the clear reflection in the water.

In the ancient world, when he met the madman, he knew that he would not be able to escape. He had fought with the murderer a long time ago and suffered a terrible defeat!

After countless years, when he confronted the fierce again, and even felt a mortal crisis, he suddenly realized that fierce's rules and realm had far exceeded him, and he could be completely wiped out.

"Huh! Fierce, you can grow so fast, don't you rely on the power of the Jidao Bell?"

"It's really an ancient tool, it's really extraordinary!"

Moro remembered the unpleasant past, and his expression suddenly sank. He was bound to die that day, but it was a coincidence that there was a natural Buddha named Mingjing in the ancient world, which gave him the possibility of using forbidden techniques to steal his life.

Who is Tamara! ?

Dozens of times in and out of the mother river reincarnation, still a fierce man who is still innocent, it is not so easy to kill him!

But this Mingjing little monk also brought some surprises to him, so much so that he hasn't erased his spirit yet.

This Mingjing is actually the reincarnation of an eminent monk in the Holy Buddha Temple, the Garan Glazed Buddha-the previous life of Mingjing, a Buddha from the Eighth Devil's Tribulation Era.

"Unlucky!"

Moro's eyes drooped, looking at each other with the clear and illusory reflection through the water.

"Amitabha, Maura, no matter what plan you have, the little monk will not let you succeed."

Clear hands clasped together, his expression is calm and compassionate, his true self aura has awakened, although he was suppressed by Moro, it is not so easy to solve him completely.

"Little monk Mingjing, why are you so stubborn? Isn't the proposal of this seat bad? Wouldn't it be happy if you and I cooperate to achieve the body of the Demon Buddha? Breaking through the tenth realm is easy, even in the legendary eleventh realm. A glimpse of qualifications!"

Mentioned the eleventh realm, Moro's eyes boiled with the darkness of Buddha's eyes, with a fanatical expression on his face.

Why was he counted on the chessboard of the ancient world, and wasted tens of millions of years?

Isn’t it just for "Cang", one of the five-color sacred stones?

Yes, with Moro’s wisdom, when he was in the heart of the ancient world, he had already realized that he had been calculated.

can use "Cang" as a bait. In such an overall situation, Moro thinks that he has not lost injustice.

Moro is a person with great wisdom, great perseverance, and great ambition. With his talent, he only needs to proceed step by step. It is not difficult to break through to the tenth level, but his strength is more than that. In the ninth level, he is already in the ninth level. Peep at the eleventh realm in the legend.

Collecting the five-color sacred stone is the only definite way to reach the eleventh realm in many ages and endless years in this world.

There are many other ideas and temptations, but there is only a tiny chance of one in a billion. It is almost impossible to explore the eleventh realm.

The same goes for his latest performance "The Way of the Demon Buddha".

"The Way of the Demon Buddha? Humph, nonsense!"

The bright and illusory reflection shook his head slightly, revealing a trace of disdain that was rare, obviously amused by Moro's wishful thinking.

"Ami Wutian Buddha! Mingjing young monk, you are naturally incapable of comprehending the vision of this seat."

"How pedantic are you? What methods do you care about, ha ha, as long as you can break through the eleventh realm and solve the alien race, is it not easy to get it?"

"Aliens think so too, and those guys don't have so many worries. If this goes on, maybe they haven't found the five-color sacred stone, let the aliens go one step ahead!"

"Hey, you can imagine the end of the human race."

Clearly, eyes closed, hands clasped together, reciting the scriptures with a compassionate expression.

"Huh, boring!"

"Little monk Mingjing, this time I found a funny thing. This thing may be of great help to this seat."

While speaking, Moro turned his hand and took out a string of Buddhist beads. The bracelet of Buddhist beads was carved from white jade. There were twelve beads in total. The light was not visible, and it looked ordinary.

"Tianluo Space? Hey, it's really interesting!"

Bright and clean eyebrows trembled slightly, he naturally knew this string of beads, and the way to get them was very strange, as if the beads came to the door automatically Unfortunately, it was intercepted by Moro.

"This Tianluo space is very peculiar. It contains the power of dimensionality. After several years of careful prying, this thing seems to be the legendary ancient artifact, the world of dimensionality!"

Moro's eyes were shining, staring at the Buddha beads in his hand. After fighting the fierce ancient world, Moro suddenly became sober. Although he was arrogant, he also understood that he wanted to participate in the five-color sacred stone by his own strength. Fighting will undoubtedly become the cannon fodder of the high-level human, different, and demon tribes.

The matter of the ancient world is an example.

If you want to prove the Dao, you must have the power to protect the Dao first, and this is suspected to be the Tianluo space in the dimensional world of the true ancient artifact. If it is taken away, then he has the capital to truly participate in the five-color **** stone Contention.

"The most wonderful thing is that the master of this Tianluo Space doesn't seem to be very strong!"

"Hahaha, little monk Mingjing, do you think this is an opportunity God gave this seat? No! God is not qualified to interfere with the fate of this seat. This opportunity is won by yourself! Hahaha ..."

Moro looked up to the sky and laughed, setting off the endless light of Buddha, soaking the entire Shenhai space into pitch black.

"Amitabha..."

Mingjing whispered softly, a trace of worry flashed in his illusory eyes.

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