The Thousand Face Buddha looked at Wunian who fell from the sky, and his ferocious face was stunned for a moment. Maybe it did not expect that this monk would be so bold.

At the same time, the gold of Thousand-Handed Buddha could no longer support it and turned into a pool of golden water and melted.

But the gold and water sprinkled on the ground and directly penetrated into the land, disappearing in an instant without a trace.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha opened his golden fangs and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to catch the little monk who had fallen to the ground, but there was a blazing fire in his palm, which was enough to melt his body instantly.

"Did you know you are not its opponent, so you gave up struggling?" Wunian's actions were like this in Dapu's eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked at Wunian's monster that had been pounced on him like a moth to the fire.

For some reason, not only did he not get pleasure in his heart, but he felt a sense of reluctance arose.

Wu Nian was his junior brother before, and he now also has a junior brother, Qianjiancheng of Rakshasa Hall. When Da Pu thought of the ugly appearance and the lack of success or failure, he felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to go back to the past, and he wanted Wunian to be his stupid junior brother surrounded him, but he could no longer go back to all this.

They both probably died here tonight.

The true energy of the Great Perfection has been burned out by the immortal fire. This flame is not only extremely high temperature, but what is even more terrifying is that it can burn the true energy of the immortal cultivator.

In addition, he had given his essence and blood to the Thousand Face Buddha before, and now he is particularly fragile and he will never recover without ten days or half a month.

Wunian obviously realized this, and his condition is not much better than Dapu now.

That's why he chose this method, which is to fight with one's life and get it!

Wunian's blue and white cloth shoes gently stepped on the bottom-up palm. With the force of leaping, he flew forward and gently patted the chest of the Thousand-Faced Buddha.

This palm is plain and has no power at all, and seems to be just a palm that is usually swung out.

But this palm is absolutely extraordinary. He has used this palm to Luo Song and Huikong.

But they are different. They are human beings and just lose themselves. But this Thousand-faced Buddha is different. It is just a true form of an Arhat condensed by the Great Universe. How can you get lost without your own consciousness?

Da Pu stopped talking. He knew that the palm that Wunian waved was just the simplest Arhat Palm in Buddhism, and even a ten-year-old monk would do two moves.

And this palm technique was also passed to Wunian by Dapu himself, but now he used this palm to greet him.

The Thousand Face Buddha looked at the tiny Wunian and rushed towards him. Its slowly stretched out arms seemed to want to embrace him in his arms.

Wunian's weak and white son slowly and completely submerged into the sea of ​​fire, and there was no more movement.

Dapu held his breath and stretched his neck to see clearly what had been born. He suddenly realized that the Thousand-Faced Buddha was still moving. It was frozen in place, maintaining the posture of just embracing someone, as if he was touched by someone.

Suddenly, its huge shape

It trembled suddenly, and the fire on it rolled down like rock fragments. The originally ten feet tall was slowly shrinking and soon returned to its original appearance.

The flames dissipated, and the fires burning around slowly stopped raging.

The Thousand Face Buddha not only turned into its original size, but even the red and gold light became brighter. It was no longer the previous charming red, but the simple, solemn, luxurious and beautiful pure gold.!#Qi.iqix... The novel is better and faster

Wunian's palm completely changed the shape of the Thousand-Faced Buddha. His six arms began to shrink. They wailed in pain, but could not stop them from shrinking at all, and soon they returned to two normal arms.

All of this has returned to peace, and the Thousand-Faced Buddha no longer screams. His originally ferocious face has become kind, like a real Buddha statue.

"This!" Da Pu was stunned. He didn't expect that his Dharma image would become like this, but at this moment he clearly felt that it had no connection with him.

"I'm convinced, I'm completely convinced." Dapu smiled helplessly.

Wunian's holy voice of Thousand Buddhas was far beyond his expectations. He did not expect that he could even resolve the inner demons of his own Dharma image. Dapu never thought that he could do this and did not dare to think about it, but Wunian did it.

"It's just a pity...it's a pity." He sighed.

At this moment, he was even surprised by his reaction. He was not happy because of Wunian's death. On the contrary, he felt a faint feeling of loss in his heart.

"What a pity? Is it a pity that the Thousand-Faced Buddha you have practiced for so long, has it been ruined by me?" A familiar voice remembered in front of him, and it was still so crisp and gentle.

It just sounds particularly tired at this moment.

Wu Nian stood up from the haystack that had not yet burned. The white clothes on it had been burned to the ground, with only half of his cuffs remaining, revealing his white and tender arms.

He still smiled and folded his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name. His originally clean and white face was covered with ashes. Those who didn't know thought he had just crawled out of the coal pile.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha, who had returned to his original state, bowed deeply to Wu Nian, who was covered in coal ash, as if thanking him for leading him to the right path, and then turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared.

"You are not dead yet." A long-lost smile swept across the corner of Dapu's mouth. This is not ridicule, but a feeling of crying with joy.

"Have you disappointed? I haven't brought my senior brother back yet, how could I die like this!" Wu Nian bared his teeth, his snow-white silver teeth and his dark face seemed out of place.

"Is it really worth it for you to do this? You know, you almost died of life." Dapu's voice seemed to be blaming him.

"There is nothing worth it." Wu Nian shook his head, "Senior Brother, I said it. Only by doing my best can I not regret it. Even if you don't go back with me now, I will have no regrets."

Dapu was stunned. He looked at Wunian, who was less than ten feet away from him. His eyes were so clear as water, sincere and cut.

"so much

Years have passed, you are still so stupid!" Dapu sighed.

"But I can't go back."

"It is impossible to correct mistakes when you know your mistakes. The master will forgive you, and the Buddha will forgive you." Wu Nian continued.

"I understand everything you said. A thought of foolishness means Prajna is eliminated, and a thought of wisdom means Prajna is born. But I will never forgive myself." Dapu's voice became lower and lower.

He suddenly felt that the Buddhist scriptures he recited every night from his mouth seemed particularly ridiculous.

"Senior brother, do you know what I saw in my master's room that night?"

Dapu didn't answer, just listened quietly.

"Actually, you didn't kill the master. The master was not dead after you left that day." Wu Nian told a secret that shocked Dapu.

"The master was hit by the ghost fire poison of the ghost phoenix, and the poison gas had already hit his heart. You stabbed him in the cavity that day, but the master's final cause of death was actually because of poisoning. You also know that the ghost phoenix's fire poison has no medicine to solve, and this disaster will definitely be experienced by the master." Wu Nian said slowly.

"The master was not dead after you left that day. He tried his best to write a word on the table with his own blood."

"What word?" Dapu thought that his sword was the direct cause of Ziwu's death, but he didn't expect that he would have died soon.

"Restoration." Wu Nian said seriously, "The master did not say that you killed him, nor did he say that he was instigated by Faye. Everything is ultimately the word "Restoration".

Follow your heart, follow the circumstances, follow the circumstances, and follow the Buddhist practice.

"It is fate that he went to the bottom of the blue sky to get the holy Buddhist beads. It is fate that you rebel when he was poisoned. Now you and I can't live without the word "Fate"." Wu Nian's voice was very light, but it was loud and loud.

Dapu was stunned, he savored and chewed on this simple and complex word.

"What a good word!" He laughed with a cracked mouth. He hadn't laughed so happily for a long time.

"So I hope my senior brother can go back with me and we will rebuild the glory of Qianguang Temple."

"Create, is the glory of Qianguang Temple?" Dapu shook his head with a smile.

"The fate has not come." He whispered, and he answered him with the words of Wunian's teaching.

"I might as well tell you a secret, too." Dapu suddenly raised his voice.

"Actually, the reason I went to my master's bedroom that night was because he called me. He asked me to bring you the Holy Buddhist Beads. He originally went to the Blue Valley for you!" Dapu told a secret that Wu Nian didn't even know.

"I was jealous at that time. Why did he willingly want his own life for you? That was why he had an extremely terrifying idea that suddenly came to my mind. Perhaps this was what you called fate!"

It was Wu Nian's turn to be stunned. He really didn't know why the master suddenly went to the bottom of the blue sky valley and suddenly fought with the ghost phoenix. It turned out that everything was for him.

Dapu looked at Wunian's forehead, his heart was mixed, and he could see a red flame symbol on his forehead.

There is a shallow light.

That was the mark of the immortal fire. It had been completely integrated into Wunian's body and merged into one with him. This was also the true meaning he had not explored over the years.

Because he is not worthy of this supreme, pure and true flame!

"Senior Brother." Wu Nian called out again. Maybe they won't see each other again in the future, but his obsession or longing for so many years has finally come to an end tonight.

"Take care." Wu Nian bowed to Da Pu, turned around and walked towards the Tiandu City behind him.

He left with great care and thoughtlessness.

Dapu stood there, looking at Wunian's back and walking further and further away, a crystal tears fell quietly at the corner of his eyes.
Chapter completed!