Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 302 Hold Sen Luo in the Palm, Hold Hell on the Shoulder!
Eighteen levels of hell, across the sky.

Carrying the power of hell that is terrifying and incomparable, together with the ten halls of Yama, they suppressed Bodhidharma.

Moreover, Bodhidharma is still trapped in the soul-locking array of the ten halls of purgatory, and there is no way to escape.

at the same time.

In the void, King Qin Guang's dull and cold voice sounded: "Dharma, let your supernatural powers and magic power be boundless, today this king will let you never be reborn forever!"

In fact, he also knew in his heart that in order to stop Bodhidharma, he had caused a catastrophe.

Maybe the Great Emperor Fengdu brought the five ghost emperors here to kill them.

But no matter what, Bodhidharma must be captured this time.

It is best to suppress and kill it on the spot to avoid future troubles forever.

After all, Bodhidharma's many behaviors outside have already aroused the dissatisfaction of Lingshan Buddhism.

If Yama of the Ten Palaces can remove this thorn in the eyes of Buddhism this time, even if he cannot get rid of the crime, he can still be punished lightly.

"I can't be reborn forever?"

Bodhidharma smiled slightly, and said sarcastically, "As the head of the Ten Temples of Yama, but you don't know that this era has changed long ago. Not only can you give birth to another child, but you can also give birth to two children. You are really ignorant!"

"Death is imminent, what are you still talking about?"

Hearing this, King Qin Guang frowned, puzzled.

Damo ignored it even more.

His eyes flickered, and he flicked his sleeves lightly.

The Yin fire of the three calamities that originally lingered all over the body disappeared in an instant like smoke.

It's as easy as waving your hand to brush away the smoke in front of you.

Witness this.

The face of Yan Luo in the ten palaces sank again.

Unexpectedly, the three evil fires that ordinary gods and Buddhas feared to avoid, in front of Bodhidharma, disappeared like clouds and mist with a wave of their hands.

I couldn't help but feel a little doubtful and worried: "With these methods of our Ten Temple Yama, can Bodhidharma really be prevented from turning over forever?"

If it was normal, the ordinary Arhat Bodhisattva would not have so many worries.

But the Dharma in front of him has obviously surpassed the realm of Bodhisattva fruit status by a long time.

Almost comparable to the Buddha!

Do not!
Perhaps, the many Buddhas on Lingshan may not be comparable to Bodhidharma!

But that's all.

In addition to doing our best, as for whether we can suppress Bodhidharma, we can only resign ourselves to fate.

Just at this time.

"Boom!"

The ten halls of Yama and the eighteen levels of hell, under the gaze of Yama of the ten halls, have already descended from the sky and fell down.

The void is shattered, and the hurricane is raging.

It's like the sky is collapsing.

The power is amazing!

Looking up at the top of his head, Bodhidharma's expression remained calm.

But in the depths of the eyes, there was a flash of sharpness.

"Amitabha!"

Buddha's light all over his body, gushing out.

Majestic mana emerged.

Bodhidharma suddenly raised his hand, and the magic power of Buddha's light condensed in his palm.

A gigantic swastika Buddha seal formed from the palm of Bodhidharma's left hand.

next moment.

He has gently supported the ten halls of Yan Luo.

And the other palm, using the same technique, caught the suppressed eighteen levels of hell almost at the same time.

even.

During this process, Bodhidharma's figure did not shake.

The Ten Halls of Yama and the Eighteen Hells are held in Bodhidharma's hands, like toys, and he can play with them at will.

At this scene, Shidian Yama was stunned.

With a face full of shock, he cried out: "How is this possible?!"

Especially King Qin Guang, whose distorted face was filled with an expression of disbelief.

To know.

This is Yama's last trump card!

Unexpectedly, in front of Bodhidharma, he was still so vulnerable.

At this moment.

Bodhidharma rests his palm on the Senluo Hell, and his body is full of Buddha's light, which is unpredictable.

Glancing around, Bodhidharma said coldly: "If there is any other way, just use it!"

However, Yama of the Ten Palaces looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally had nothing to do.

"Since this is the case, why don't you quickly withdraw the magic circle, when will you wait?"

Bodhidharma shouted again.

His sound reminded Qin Guangwang.

King Qin Guang forcibly cheered himself up, and shouted loudly: "Damn, as long as this monk is still trapped in the battle, we are not considered a loser!"

Hearing this, the other nine Yamas all smiled wryly.

Even the Great Hall of Yama and the Eighteenth Floor of Hell can't suppress Bodhidharma, let alone the Soul Locking Formation of the Ten Halls of Purgatory!

"Big brother..."

The Metropolitan King originally wanted to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, King Qin Guang interrupted him sharply: "Shut up!"

"Stay where you are!"

King Qin Guang shouted, "With the power of my ten halls of hell, I will be able to trap Bodhidharma!"

Glancing at King Qin Guang coldly, Bodhidharma shook his head: "At this point, why don't you admit defeat?"

It's over.

Hold the Senluo Hall with your palms, and hold the [-]th floor of hell on your shoulders!

Dharma stepped forward.

boom!
with a loud bang.

The sky was shaken, and the nether world was cracked!
A vast and terrifying golden mana erupted from Bodhidharma like a volcano.

Suddenly it turned into a golden dragon.

Amidst the roar that shook the sky, he charged fiercely towards King Qin Guang.

The Soul Locking Formation of the Ten Halls of Purgatory, as the name suggests, requires the concerted efforts of the Ten Halls of Yama.

Once one of them is injured, the formation will be broken immediately.

Seeing the golden dragon wriggling its huge and unparalleled figure and rushing towards him with supreme power, King Qin Guang couldn't help but turn pale in shock.

Hastily put his hand in front of his body.

The rolling mana immediately condensed into a light barrier.

however.

The mana barrier has just manifested, blocking in front of him.

There was a clicking sound.

All of a sudden, it was smashed into pieces by the ten thousand zhang golden dragon.

"No!"

A shrill and desperate scream resounded through the void.

Qin Guangwang had already been sent flying out.

Boom!

The soul-locking array was forcibly broken.

The other nine Yamas were also backlashed by the magic circle, their faces turned pale, and they vomited blood, and fell to the ground one after another.

Looking at Bodhidharma again, his whole body is bathed in a golden Buddha light, majestic and inviolable.

But he still had a calm and calm expression, not surprised by favor or humiliation.

Looking down at King Yama and others on the ground, Bodhidharma couldn't help but sighed, "The poor monk originally didn't want to be someone else's pawn, but why did you force me to make a move?"

The voice did not fall.

Several golden lights flew from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, a hearty laugh sounded: "Holy Monk Bodhidharma, long time no see!"

"The poor monk welcomes Emperor Fengdu!"

Dharma folded his hands and bowed.

It's over.

When the golden light landed, it was indeed Emperor Fengdu.

Behind Emperor Fengdu, there were also ten golden-armored ghost generals, and Shen Tu was among them.

In Shen Tu's hand, he was holding the dying King Qin Guang.

Like carrying a chicken.

Emperor Fengdu smiled at Bodhidharma and nodded.

But without saying a word, he suddenly waved his sleeves.

boom!
The Ten Temples of Yama and the Eighteen Levels of Hell in Bodhidharma's hands immediately flew out and returned to their respective positions.

Seeing this, Bodhidharma remained calm on the surface, but secretly nodded in his heart: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the Great Emperor Fengdu, with supernatural powers and extraordinary powers. Compared with him, Yama of the Ten Temples is too weak!"

At this moment.

Emperor Fengdu looked around with a gloomy expression, and shouted: "King Qin Guang, you, as Yama of the ten palaces, are supposed to maintain the order of the underworld, but now you have created such a situation, causing chaos in the nether world, countless ghosts fleeing, and causing a catastrophe. Will you be found guilty?"

"Know... guilty!"

King Qin Guang was dying, and said weakly, "But please ask Emperor Fengdu to enlighten me. If Damo hadn't broken into the underworld, we wouldn't have made such a commotion... [-]. A slap is a slap, but it can't be slapped... "

Not finished.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Although the strength was not heavy, it directly forced King Qin Guang into a slap.

"Emperor Fengdu, you..."

After flicking his palms a few times, Emperor Fengdu said calmly, "Didn't you just say that a slap can't make a sound? Did you hear the slap just now?"

Listen to his tone.

As long as King Qin Guang dared to say "no ring" or "didn't hear", he would be slapped several times.

Under serious injury, Qin Guangwang had no choice but to swallow his anger: "It's ringing!"

"Is it a slap?"

"Yes!"

"Then why did you say just now that you can't slap a slap?"

"Yes, I was wrong!"

(End of this chapter)