Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 411 Communication
The lunatic left, walking very quickly, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye. The figure in white didn't chase after him, but turned around and left, because he knew that the lunatic would come to the monk statue again the next day.

And this figure in white is none other than Luo Jiuxuan.

The beheaded Luo Jiuxuan was just a virtual body that he condensed with extreme immortal power, just to hide it from everyone, and then he could communicate with this lunatic quietly.

This lunatic is not an ordinary person. Whether the Red Lotus Sect and the Tianfeng Sect can be completely destroyed, the lunatic is also the key.

Yin and Yang alternate, the sun and the moon meet.

The next day, Luo Jiuxuan walked to the monk statue with his hands behind his back, and just as he expected, the lunatic was also there.

"I am haunted by the devil all day long, and I am hunted down by her day and night. I beg the eminent monk to show the boundless Dharma and suppress this big devil."

The lunatic bowed and kowtowed again, but the monk statue remained silent as usual.

Luo Jiuxuan walked up to him, shook his head slightly, and said: "At the peak of the monk statue, he could barely seal the big demon, but now he has transformed himself into a sculpture, with all six senses sealed, no matter how much you worship him, you won't be able to hear it, what's the matter?" Manifesting the Dharma?"

The lunatic glanced at Luo Jiuxuan, his cloudy eyes flickered for a moment, and he obviously recognized Luo Jiuxuan. Although he was crazy, he was not without memory. He had been in Luofeng City for many years, and he was the first There are people willing to take the initiative to talk to him.

The brilliance in his eyes rose only for a short moment, then dimmed again, and he became dazed again. After being dazed for a while, his face suddenly changed: "Don't come here, don't kill me, don't kill me! "

Amidst the screams of panic, the lunatic seemed to see the demon head killing him again, and ran away staggeringly.

Another day passed, Luo Jiuxuan still came to the monk statue, and the lunatic was still there.

"When you are possessed by a magic elephant, everything in front of you is false. Only by straightening your body, mind and spirit, and keeping your mind unshakable, can you get out of the magic elephant, keep awe-inspiring spirit, and all demons will naturally disperse. Worshiping Buddha is not only a comfort to your soul , is of no use."

Luo Jiuxuan talked with the lunatic with his hands behind his back, but the lunatic shook his head and said nothing, obviously not believing it, then the golem in his mind manifested again, he was affected by the golem again, and ran away crazily.

On another day, when the sky was just getting hazy, the mist hadn't dissipated, and the morning dew was everywhere, Luo Jiuxuan saw the lunatic again in front of the monk's statue, and he said directly: "Your heart is like a rock, it will not be transformed by ten thousand kalpas, and ten thousand dharmas will not be invaded. Be firm, no fear can get close to you, why do you need to pray to Buddha to help you eliminate fear?"

"You have worshiped the Buddha here for so many years, so it can be seen that he manifested the Dharma once?"

"And if you were really hunted down by the devil day and night, how could you have survived to this day?"

"You have been living in illusion and illusion, aren't you tired?"

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Time flies, day after day, Luo Jiuxuan has been communicating with the lunatic these days, just to use words to bring the lunatic back to normal, so that he will no longer be troubled by the devil, and also to let him dispel the idea of ​​worshiping Buddha.

At the beginning, the lunatic was reluctant to communicate with him too much, because he had been expecting the monk image to reveal the Dharma to save him. Luo Jiuxuan's remarks were to overthrow his thinking, and of course he would not agree.

But it wasn't until half a month later that his stubborn thoughts were finally shaken, the influence of the golem on him was lessened, and his mind became a little bit normal.

He looked blankly at the image of the monk. In his impression, he vaguely remembered that this was an eminent monk who truly possessed boundless Dharma, saved all living beings, eliminated demons and defended the Way, was compassionate to the world, and took the peace of the world as his own responsibility to save the world from the sea of ​​suffering. There will be more suffering in the world.

But he has worshiped for so many years, and has been hunted down by the devil for so many years. Why doesn't this eminent monk save himself?

Is it true that, as the person in front of me said, worshiping Buddha is of no use other than bringing comfort to one's own soul?
(End of this chapter)