Legend of the Great Saint

A crackling sound of metal almost smashed my knee. Li Qingshan glanced at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed Buddha's head with his hands and pulled it hard. "Up! ”

The thumb held Buddha's eyes hard, his hands released a round of shaking force, collided with Buddha's light, excited a strange sound, the big Buddha waved the golden Buddha palm and patted it on Li Qingshan's wrist.

The two carpals are broken at the same time.

Li Qingshan grabbed Buddha's head dead and never let go until his arm was broken. “This big Buddha is really tough, his body is stronger than King Chu's gold seal, and it is hard to destroy him if he fought alone, it is really hard to defeat him. ”

But unconsciously, that weak and vast Buddhism has much less impact on him. This is not due to the gap in shape. It seems that the bull demon is stubborn, better suited to confront the atmosphere of these “superiors" than the fierce fighting of the tiger demon. At a time when the heart of the tiger demon is still raging, the bull demon is stuck in mud and will never repent.

But he's not alone!

Sunset in the western mountains, the sun slanted, the moon white monk's robe floated, plated with a layer of golden red edge, a perfect pair of barefoot gently landed over the head of the Big Buddha.

“Buddha atonement.” Xiao An whispered, holding the Buddha's sword backwards, without hesitation, a sword stabbed down.

Bone white sword straight into the Buddha's head, unexpectedly smooth, until it did not reach the handle of the sword.

The powerful body of the Big Buddha suddenly subsided, a golden Buddha light emitted from the sword marks on the top of his head, and as soon as he turned his eyes, he turned into a ray of light. The white monk's robe floated violently and drowned in the vast light of the Buddha.

At this time, the Big Buddha always had no expression face, suddenly a strange expression appeared, as if a round of ripples, spread to the whole face, quickly disappeared, a pair of Buddha eyes looked up, although in the blind corner of sight, but clearly saw the existence of Xiao An.

Xiao 'an's face was not sad, his eyes burned with pale flames, but covered in golden Buddha light. For a time, the Buddha's demons seemed to be full of admiration for the Big Buddha, and he did not lack the determination to kill him.

The Big Buddha drowned his eyes and closed his hands ten times, restoring the colour of mercy and setting the sun behind him, overlapping with the halo behind him and glowing with the sun.

The fearless monk chanted the Buddha, whose face had been distorted by anger, and suddenly returned to peace and calm, deeply worshipping and falling to the ground. He said: "All things can be given, all kinds are worthless. If this great seal is made, the fearless one is named. ”

Without anger, the monk revealed a smile. It was not a cynical laugh, but a great joy from the heart. He threw his fat body into the ground. He remained steadfast: "Mercy, evil and goodness, all beings are equal and can become Buddha! ”

The Seven Treasures Monks, etc., all the monks worship deeply, piously recite the sense of life. Tens of thousands of voices are like Baichuan's return to the sea, blended into this infinite Buddhist law, far more haunting than Tianlong Zen.

The picture of Qingzhou in the hands of King Chu Liwang suddenly became desolate. Without that kind of repressive majesty, the laws of the world became pointless. All glory belonged to the Big Buddha.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, the Big Buddha with less than a hundred feet in his hand, as if it had grown tens of millions times bigger and broken through the world. Looking from the height of Moko's fame, it was even brighter than the sun. There was no need to wave, just his eyes could melt everything.

Even if you spend your whole life breaking and entering, you don't seem to be able to climb a Big Buddha's toe. Even if your knees are slapped, you still have a strong standing leg. There is a bending urge, which is not out of fear or awe of power. And it's like for the first time humans discovered the existence of the universe, realizing what they think of the whole world, but just a grain of dust hanging in the vast ocean of stars, with an indescribable sense of despair.

His knees trembled, his teeth clenched, his teeth crushed and his blood and fire poured through his mouth, and it was difficult to submerge this deep despair. This is greater hardship than being hunted down by the Dragon King of Mukhai, than being threatened by the Poor One. Any desperate situation encountered in life cannot be compared to this. Even if it is killed and fallen, it is only destroyed. At this moment, the will is shaking hard.

If you lose your mind at this time, it's all over, but how can you fight it? Everything in front of us can't even bear the word "enemy”. There is no place for Tiger Demon's warfare. The life of a tortoise is just a flash. Phoenix's high cleanliness appears inferior. There is only one thing that can be relied upon: no reason, no value, no meaning, obsession!

And a message rang in my heart: "Remember, do not bow your head to anyone because you were riding on my back! ”

So he doesn't kneel!

A moment later, the last ray of Buddha light disappeared into the sky, a crack leaned over the cheek of the big Buddha, and in a blink, thousands of cracks spread, the big Buddha's indestructible body broke and scattered, and the sun melted the horizon.

A short moment, as long as a century.

Li Qingshan still maintained his original posture. The cow's face was full of perseverance. He was in mud and his heart was in nine days!

The monks were supposed to worship the Big Buddha, when the Big Buddha dissipated, as if they were praying towards him.

Xiao An fluttered and opened his eyes. It was as if he had seen another figure between his obscurities. He blinked again before realizing that it was a delusion.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan straightened backwards, like the fall of a mountain peak, a blast, leaning on Big Foshan.

In the deep underground cave below, King Flying Locust suddenly stood up, his mouth split several petals, swallowed half the head of the farm master into his stomach, behind him the demon turned, smiling and talking to himself: “Kill once, kill twice always die! ”

“Aoyama!” Xiao An came to Li Qingshan's side.

“A bunch of junk!” The flying locust king sat down again and turned into a thumb-sized flying locust, heading deep into the ground.

“I'm fine. How are you?” Li Qingshan stretched out his limbs, breathed heavily, his torso slowly shrunk, and returned to normal. A little Buddhist character can suppress the mind, a divine rhyme can shake the will. What kind of monster is Niu Brother fighting over that distant nine days?

“Very good!” Xiao An smiled slightly. Not only did she get all the sherry left behind by the successive high monks of Tianlong Zen Court, she laid the foundation for her next practice, but at the end of the day, the Buddha sword gave her a harvest, not even smaller than the former, his right hand lifted, showed the Buddha sword to Li Qingshan, an extra strand of gold thread penetrated the sword body, and Li Qingshan suddenly felt the change.

“What a nasty sword, get away from me!” There is a glimmer of fear in the sound of the Blade Soul.

“That's incredible!” Xiao 'an's sincere words, half reverence, half joy, even Li Qingshan, a fellow demon, had some confusion about her mood.

The concubine floated to her, and before she could speak, a black cat jumped out of her arms and fell beside Li Qingshan and Xiao 'an. She was amazed: “Meow! Blackie! It's really you! ”