I have a book of ghosts and gods

Episode 296

"Boom!"

Rushan Baoyin smashed down on the head, Baizhang King Kong Ming raised his hands as if he was supporting the sky.

Amidst the loud noise, Baizhang Vajra King Ming was knocked down from the air by Bao Yin.

The huge Vajra King's feet crushed many houses.

A cry came from under his feet.

Taizhang King Kongming bent his knees and bent over, his hands struggling to bear the mountain-like seal.

His body shape was shaken by the pressure, and he became shorter and shorter little by little.

Feet sink deep into the ground.

Between her feet, Shenxiu also kept her hands on the sky.

A handsome face flushed red.

The whole body's bones creaked and creaked.

Buddhism is very good at body training, and even has the method of golden body.

With his cultivation base, even if a mountain really fell down, he might not be able to hold it up.

But Fang Baoyin made him feel overwhelmed.

But Shenxiu is still struggling.

Even if the seven orifices were crushed, blood gushed out, leaving palpitating bloodstains on his face.

Just not far away, there happened to be a family that was brushed by the falling Baizhang Vajra King Ming, and the house was crushed and collapsed.

The cry of a child came from inside.

"Hahahaha!"

Under the golden-clothed god, there was a burst of laughter: "Little monk, although you have not yet reached the third rank with your cultivation, it is not so strong that you can't even take a blow from the old man."

"Why don't you run away and fight the old man again!"

Shenxiu turned her head with great difficulty, making crackling sounds.

Baizhang Vajra King Ming also moved with his movements.

Looking towards the house where the cry came from.

"Amitabha……"

Shenxiu squeezed out each word with difficulty and determination.

The blood in the eyes continued to overflow, like blood tears.

"All the causes and consequences of all crimes belong to this little monk..."

"Not guilty... Da, Brahma..."

"puff!"

Shenxiu's skin, which is as shiny as precious jade, split open suddenly, and shot out bloody arrows.

The figure slowly lifted up again.

"Ok?"

"The Holy Seal of the Great Brahma, the Seal of Sacrifice?"

The golden-clothed god lowered his golden eyes.

Although she was unparalleled in luxury and majestic, she was extremely cold and could not see a trace of humanity.

There was a trace of a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect there to be a bald donkey who has cultivated such useless supernatural powers of fake compassion and fake compassion."

"Sure enough, it's the style of Dafan Temple."

"The old man wants to see today, do you want your own morality, or save the lives of those ants."

As the words fell, the golden-clothed deity made seals with both hands, and recited the mantra in his mouth: "Jiantian Dongxuan, hold the emperor's bell in your hand, guard me ninefold, and ward off corpses for thousands of miles."

The mantra resounded in the sky and the earth over and over again, as if thousands of gods were chanting in unison.

A big golden clock slowly emerged from the void.

The golden-clothed god reached out his big hand and held the big bell in his hand.

"Jun Tian Jiu Zuo."

The god knocked on his fingers, and the bell rang.

High above the sky, the wind is raging and the clouds are rolling.

Everyone in the city felt that the ground under their feet seemed to shake violently.

Many people can't afford the slightest fear.

Because they seemed to be shaken by the sound of the bell, and even their souls were shaken away, their minds were in a trance, and it was difficult to possess them.

"boom!"

Shenxiu only felt that the pressure on her head increased several times, and she couldn't resist anymore, she bent her feet and knelt down on one knee.

The hard ground was cracked and cracked.

Baizhang Vajra King Ming also knelt down at the same time.

When the knee was more than ten feet away from the ground, it barely stopped and did not smash the house below.

At this time, Shenxiu had turned into a blood man, and Baizhang King Kongming also showed countless cracks like colored glass.

But his expression did not change, compassion, guilt, firmness...

Muttering incessantly:

"Body is, Bodhi tree..."

"The heart is like... the bright mirror platform..."

"Often...wipe frequently..."

"Don't, make...provoke, dust, dust..."

"Dafan Temple really lives up to its reputation."

The voice sounded again: "Qu Qu, a disciple of the younger generation, has such a way."

"The old man wants to see how much you can stand."

After all, the golden-clothed god was about to knock the bell again.

In the chaotic county town, in a corner of an alley, a beggar curled up in it, snoring faintly.

He was actually sound asleep.

Even letting the surrounding howl and shouting, and all the ghosts rampant, it is difficult to affect him in the slightest.

When the god in gold was about to ring the bell again, the beggar turned over, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked up to the sky.

"Dafan Temple?"

The beggar turned a blind eye to the golden-clothed god, and only looked at the Baizhang Vajra King, who was about to be broken into pieces, with extremely complicated expressions in his cloudy eyes.

Sadness, joy, anger, hatred, resentment... all kinds of things, I can't tell the truth, or they have both.

"A group of old bald donkeys, who have practiced hard for thousands of years, have cultivated to the point of a dog's ass, and are no better than a junior..."

Turning his gaze, he saw that the god in gold was about to ring the bell again, and let out a soft snort.

"Humph."

"Noisy."

The voice was extremely small, but it happened to reach everyone's ears.

"Ok?"

The golden-clothed god paused slightly, lowered his golden eyes, as if he wanted to find out who dared to blaspheme the gods.

"Om—!"

All the people in the city suddenly heard a very strange sound, like light shining through the darkness, instantly sweeping away their worries, sorrows, fears, angers and other emotions.

Accompanied by a strange sound, a huge Buddha appeared in the sky.

Sitting upright in the void, with one hand in a fist seal and the other raised up facing outward, it is majestic and majestic.

The whole body is like a cast of gold, wearing a golden cassock, behind him is a golden building with seven treasures fluttering, a full moon hangs behind his head, surrounded by Qingyun, shining brightly, illuminating all directions.

Hundreds of ghosts running rampant in the city were illuminated by the Buddha's light, and immediately let out bursts of miserable howls.

Like snow meeting the scorching sun, it melts little by little.

"This is……"

Don't talk about others.

Even Lao Qian's eyes widened when he saw this Buddha.

The others were even more speechless.

Many people have subconsciously bowed their knees to worship the Buddha.

What is a little strange is that this Buddha is certainly very solemn.

But the face of the Buddha is half frowning, which is frightening.

Half of them are compassionate and sympathetic, revealing all kinds of intolerance.

Since the appearance of the Buddha, monk Shenxiu, who had already reached his limit, immediately lost his pressure.

But he stared blankly at the Buddha, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Nine King Kong Association... Samaya Association..."

"The Vajra Pillar Tathagata..."

Blood welled up in Shenxiu's eyes, but what was more surprising was surprise.

He muttered in his mouth: "The little monk has not failed the Great Brahman, and the Great Brahman has not failed all sentient beings..."

In the air, the solemn Buddha slowly pushed out with one hand and pressed down.

Under this bergamot's hand, the golden-clothed deity of more than a hundred feet is like a tiny ant.

The bergamot is still high in the sky, and the golden-clothed god has already let out screams.

Strands of golden smoke scattered in all directions.

The body of the god became illusory and thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a moment, it disappeared like smoke.

The figure of an old man screamed and fell from the sky.

Those who had been watching this side anxiously were all pleasantly surprised.

Qian Taishao was also relieved, he withdrew his mind, and was about to fight the enemy wholeheartedly.

"boom!"

Just heard another loud noise shaking the entire Wujun City.

"Suppressing demon stone!"

"The town demon stone is broken!"

In the Sujing Division, many demon patrolling guards and sword bearers shouted in horror.

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