The Buddha's light scattered and shattered, falling on the world like the morning sun. The expressions of many believers who had been chanting the Buddha's name feverishly solidified little by little. The divine light of great trust and expectation on their faces suddenly disappeared, and

The four Bodhisattvas looked at this scene and sighed.

You guys——

It is the Buddha who I trust after all.

Or law?

Is it just that powerful and boundless statue that you worship?

So what you worship is the Buddha’s Dharma that makes people awaken, or is it just the simple power?

Even if there is no Dharma and is just a pure evil force, will it be revered by you like a Buddha?

Maitreya Bodhisattva, however, could not laugh. The other Bodhisattvas all sighed in unison, with complicated expressions and remained silent.

Lu Chunyang patted Li Zhai on the shoulder, smiled and sighed: "How? I haven't lied before?"

"The green bull has emerged, and the purple energy is flowing continuously. It is impossible to lose..."

Li Zhai nodded. He raised his head and looked at the highest point of the towering Star-Zhaing Tower in the distance. He calmed down and walked away with his sword. Before that, the fate of the world collided with each other.

The atmosphere was stalemate, like a huge spiraling vortex, swallowing everything in the world into it.

But now, this circling and stalemate is finally coming to an end. The situation has collapsed. His cavalry has already surrounded the Star-Zhaing Tower. In fact, no matter what the outcome of the discussion, he will not give up easily.

They will all make one final effort.

Human Emperor Li Hui looked at the collapse of the Buddhist dharma outside, and his expression slowly solidified. For a moment, he couldn't even feel the slightest fear. There was only one feeling deep in his heart, as if he was stepping on the clouds of nothingness.

Unrealistic feeling, have you failed? How could you have failed?

How can this be?!

The sound of armor-clad cavalry guards quickly ascending the steps could be heard outside, and the sound of the armor clashing was heard. Everything was like a dream.

After one month on the throne, it was already the end.

Could it be that--

Am I really wrong?

He turned sideways and looked at the scenery below the Star Reaching Tower. It was really too high here, so high that he could no longer see the people below clearly. But at this moment, he could hear the cheers carried by the wind. At this moment, people's hearts...

It has almost turned into something that can be seen and observed with the naked eye.

He murmured: "Am I really wrong..."

boom!!!

The door of the Star-Zhaing Tower, which was completed by skilled craftsmen, was directly knocked open, and the armored and hard-edged cavalry rushed in. The cold light shone in the eyes, and the maids screamed in surprise. The Emperor Li Hui looked at

Thinking of all this, he held up the sword, finally sighed and loosened his fingers.

The newly forged sword with a strong sense of humanity fell to the ground, and Li Hui sighed:

"You win."

"Just arrest me, don't hurt innocent people."

……………………

Great changes have taken place in the world, and at the center of all the changes, the Taoist priest's robes are hanging down, holding the eight-view palace lantern, and walking forward step by step. The old monk is in the dark, his face is pale, he is sitting here with his hands clasped, and he is coughing blood from the corner of his mouth.

Mo, with a compassionate and helpless look on his face, looked at the Taoist who was walking towards him step by step.

"Master Taishang Xuanwei..."

"It's really, ahem, awesome."

He looked at the young Taoist, sighed sincerely, and said gently: "At such a young age, to be able to reach this point, even though it was driven by the general trend, it exceeded the expectations of the poor monk. However, Taoist Master should

You know, this poor monk was defeated by the world, not by Your Excellency."

"My Buddha, the Bodhi Tree, was born from the beginning of the world. It is also extremely ancient, extremely powerful, and extremely mysterious."

"My seventeenth line of Buddhism is also the blue thread of my predecessors. Step by step, I finally caught a glimpse of the subtle magic and finally achieved it. Why can't we prosper? Why can't we have believers? Why can't we belong to the human world? Why?

, People in this world can’t believe in my Buddha?”

"Master Dao, can you explain it to me?"

"Or do you want to kill the poor monk?"

The old monk's expression was extremely peaceful, and he said gently: "Do you know that the Buddhist forces in this capital are far more than what you have seen with your own eyes? There are also countless undercurrents lurking underneath. You won today, but

It doesn’t mean you can win tomorrow, and just because you win tomorrow, it doesn’t mean you will win every time in the future.”

"Among the many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas of the 17 lines of Buddhism, there may not be shadows of certain beings in this heaven."

"This poor monk is just one of three incarnations here. If you kill me, it will be of no use to the great cause."

"Why don't you make a deal with me?"

The old monk had a gentle expression and compassionate eyes, and he clasped his hands together and said:

"You and I both seek transcendence in our practice, but among those who are transcendent, except for the three pure Taoist ancestors, who else can achieve it? I can open up the Dharma of the Buddhas and let the Taoist master practice it. With his talents, for thousands of years

Inside, you can sit on the lotus platform."

"We practice Buddhism and Taoism together. In the Buddha's Dharma, we are a Buddha and enjoy boundless purity. In the Tao, we are a deity and we have the highest freedom. By cultivating both Buddhism and Taoism, we can achieve transcendence. How about that?"

"Killing me will do you no good, but it will do great harm."

His mouth is calm and his words are sincere.

The Supreme Being does nothing and knows that the flow of all things is part of the Tao. He will not be angry or happy because of it. He is calm. His true disciples should naturally have such a magnanimity. If he speaks like this, he may survive and stay.

Get a useful body and tell all the information to the Buddhas.

The Taoist walked over, holding the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in one hand.

Take your time.

He raised his left hand, with long white fingers, and gently brushed it on the monk's head.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The old monk turned his head on his neck several times, and finally clasped his hands together and faced the world.

The head looked at the world behind him, with a look of compassion in his eyes.

In an instant, the breath was cut off.

Just before his death, he absolutely refused to believe that how could the disciples of the Supreme Being suddenly unleash such thunderous murderous intent? How could the disciples of the Supreme Being be like the disciples of the Supreme Purity, killing to break the disaster?

The Taoist stood here, with his hands in front of him, the sleeves of his wide robe hanging down, and his hair tied with a wooden hairpin. He held the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in his hand, the purple flame burning in the lamp. Listening to the cheers coming from behind, he looked up and saw countless

The flow and change of luck, and the cause and effect, countless people's death disasters have disappeared, and the luck of humanity in the world has gradually risen since its fall.

It is foreseeable that in the future, there will no longer be temples that occupy land and money, there will be no monks who are not engaged in production, and there will be no people who want to use the luck of the world as material, so that the world can gradually improve under the flow of this luck.

When you are prosperous, you will have someone to support you when you are old, and you will be able to educate your children. People will live longer and their lives will become better.

The monk was facing the human world, with his face turned away from the common people, his eyes lifeless, while the Taoist stood beside him, listening to the prosperous sounds of the human world, lowering his eyes calmly, and said in a calm tone:

"The noble life of immortality."

"Immeasurable man."

The corners of Lao Qingniu's eyes twitched.

This, which school of immortality is this?

what happened?!

Why does the second master look like he was raised by Fu Xi? But at this moment, the young Taoist seemed to notice something. His expression moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the monk's body. He saw the Nawu Emperor's treasured pillar.

The body of Ni Sheng Guang Buddha gradually dissipated and turned into clear Buddha light. He took the posture of Nirvana and turned into immeasurable Buddha light rising up.

The Buddha's light gathered together and transformed into the image of the monk, with his hands clasped together, his expression pure, and his face kind.

Soon the Buddha's light will rise into the sky and return to the Western Heaven.

The Taoist swept the sleeves of his robe, and the sleeves of his robe suddenly grew larger. He mentally sketched the inner world and the world, and used the inner scene to stir up the outside world. In an instant, the sleeves of his robe seemed to be infinitely huge, as if a world had been opened up, and it turned out to be directly

The Buddha's light was covered, and the next moment, the immeasurable Buddha's light was directly introduced into Qi Wuzhuo's inner world!

The old monk screamed and disappeared. His white and slender palms slowly stretched out toward the front.

The Buddha's light dispersed, and the relic fell into Qi Wuhuo's palm. Immediately, all the Buddha's light suddenly dispersed. It was as warm as jade and seemed to be a treasure. It had a faint Buddhist charm. The young Taoist pinched the Buddha's hand with his fingers.

Relic's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, streaks of light appeared in the sky and flew towards this side.

Old Qing Niu swayed, transformed into a human form, and caught all the streams of light on behalf of the young Taoist. He glanced at it, and immediately showed more respect than before. He slightly arched his hands and said: "Second Master, this is

Greetings from the four Buddhist Bodhisattvas: Guanyin Bodhisattva, Maitreya Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva."

"There are also Lu Chunyang's posts."

"We all want to meet you, Second Master. It seems we want to talk about the follow-up to the dispute between Buddhism and Buddhism."
To be continued...