cloudy day

Chapter 1194
After the demon king Bo Xun was eliminated, the Buddha's light from the body of the golden Buddha also gradually dissipated...

Under our surprised gazes, the Golden Buddha slowly returned to sit cross-legged on the lotus platform suppressing the bottomless pit. His eyes that had been opened angrily just now were also slowly closing, turning into two points open and eight points closed. .

The state of the Golden Buddha returned to peace and tranquility. Under the dazzling light, the Golden Buddha put his palms together and began to recite unintelligible Sanskrit scriptures.

Sections of scriptures were passed on to our ears, and suddenly I felt a lot lighter all over my body. At the same time, a bean-sized raindrop suddenly fell from the sky.

The strange thing is that the sky is clear and clear, not to mention cumulonimbus clouds, and there are not many floating clouds. How could it suddenly rain?
Moreover, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Under the bright sunlight, the raindrops looked crystal clear and shone with a golden light.

What is surprising is that when the raindrops hit us, we gradually felt that the exhaustion of our bodies was swept away, and even the injuries and exhausted strength from the battle just now slowly recovered.

What surprised me even more was that the rain not only restored those of us who were alive, but also brought back those who died!

I was shocked to see that the Shaolin monks who had already died in the pool of blood slowly stood up one by one, and the fatal wounds they suffered were gradually healing!
Xingchi and Master Xingjue, who had run out of fuel to resist the demon king Bo Xun, also came back to life. The two of them stood up in a trance, looking at the incredible scene around them with confused faces.

"Brother Changsheng, I... aren't we dreaming? How did they come back alive..." Huang Shisan pinched his thigh, and cried out in pain.

I shook my head with a wry smile, and said to Huang Shisan: "San Shisan, maybe we should kowtow to the Buddha to apologize, we cursed a lot just now..."

Huang Shisan nodded again and again, knelt down in front of the golden Buddha, kowtowed and said with a smile: "Buddha, you have a lot of adults, so please forgive me for your rude words just now. In fact, I didn't provoke you just now, maybe Buddha you just now It won't show up in a while..."

Huang Shisan and I knelt down in front of the [-]-meter-tall golden Buddha to apologize, but Shakyamuni Buddha ignored us and still sat cross-legged on the lotus platform and recited scriptures.

At this time, almost all the sacrificed people came back to life, and the strange sun rain gradually became smaller.But what is strange is that Master Mingjing, who died with a broken arm, did not come back to life. His body is still lying in a pool of blood in front of the golden Buddha, and the blood from the broken arm has not yet solidified...

All of our eyes gradually fell on Master Mingjing, but Master Mingjing didn't come back to life for a long time. All of us present knelt down in front of the golden Buddha, and kowtowed to pray to Shakyamuni The Buddha revived Master Mingjing.

But when our foreheads were all red, the golden Buddha was still reciting scriptures in a low voice, and the golden light on his body was getting dimmer, as if he was about to turn back into that cold idol.

And just when everyone lost their minds, they saw the last ray of Buddha's light on the body of the Golden Buddha slowly falling on the body of Master Mingjing.

After that, the sun and rain stopped, and the chanting sound of the golden Buddha stopped abruptly, and it turned back into a statue again.

But Master Mingjing, who fell in front of the golden Buddha, changed. I saw his pale and ashen face turn red, and soon he slowly opened his eyes, and got up from the ground in a daze!

When everyone saw Master Mingjing come back from the dead, they were very happy and cheered. The only pity was that Master Mingjing's left arm, which was severed by the iron hook, could not recover.

For a moment, the courtyard that was originally shrouded in death was filled with warmth and joy. Wan Zhengqi walked to Director Zhao of the Northwest Branch, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Old Zhao, do you have any smoke?"

"Huh? I thought you were going to care about your old comrades, but at this juncture, the first thing you want to do is to smoke?" Zhao Jianhua said, and really took out two cigarettes from his pocket, and gave them to himself and Wan Zheng Qi clicked, and the two old friends looked at each other and smiled.

Taoist Master Chen Yangshan also pulled the sleeve of his senior brother Gu Yanggan, and shouted happily: "Brother, we are not dead, haha..."

But Gu Yangqian shook his head with a smile and said: "Yang Shan, you are a big man, as a Taoist disciple, can't you be more reserved?"

The two masters Xingchi and Xingjue also supported Master Mingjing with the monks of Shaolin Temple. Seeing the abbot revived from the dead, almost every Buddhist disciple shed tears of joy.

The few of us were very moved and happy when we saw it. When I looked back, I accidentally found that the corpse demon standing in the corner also showed a warm smile...

(End of this chapter)