There are always fairies plotting against me

She became more delicate and smooth, with a few strands of hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, and her tightly-drawn brows seemed to inadvertently reveal a beauty that seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Lu Jinan watched, and then heard Xiao Yinruo suddenly speak again -

"Jinan, don't breathe—."

Author: I still owe 28,000 words.

Chapter 239 "Jin'an, kiss me, kiss your Aunt Ruo..."

"Bodhicitta is the cause, great compassion is the root, skillful means is the ultimate—Thus have I heard—"

Fan Zhouxing, who was meditating in mid-air, was surrounded by Buddha's light. In the realm of the six realms of reincarnation, his robes swelled.

Written in Sanskrit.

On his chest, blood-colored Buddhist beads were spinning, dyeing the fine scriptures on them red. Then they dripped drop by drop, and finally dripped into the empty space between the beads and disappeared.

He tapped the wooden fish lightly with his right hand and twirled the Buddhist beads with his left hand.

The Buddha's light is flowing, and there is a faint wisp of incense, which is quiet and mysterious, making the Buddhist boat look like a hermit monk.

Fang Xiuqi, whose wound had stopped bleeding, listened to Fan Zhouxing reciting the "Great Sun Sutra Commentary" and looked at the golden body of the Dharma behind him that was becoming brighter and brighter.

'Not like the Buddhist boat trip—

Fang Xiuqi thought silently, not to mention that the Buddhist Hedao realm cannot condense the Dharmakaya Golden Body, even if it can, the Dharmakaya Golden Body is also a manifestation closely related to the Buddhist teachings and fields practiced by the monks.

Dharmakaya is oneself.

However, not only did Fan Zhouxing condense a Dharma body in the Hedao realm, but this Dharma body also seemed incompatible with him.

It's like, it's like————

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Fang Xiuqi's mind. The Dharma body that Fan Zhouxing was condensing was like the 'art of summoning gods' in the way of incense!

But in Buddhism, it is not called "inviting gods" but "worshiping Buddha".

Because according to Buddhist teachings, Buddha is the Great Enlightenment and God is the Unenlightened, so Buddhist monks cannot call on God.

Hence it is called 'worshiping Buddha'.

But having said that, it is actually the same principle as "inviting gods".

Looking at the Buddha's light and the floating green smoke around Fan Zhouxing, Fang Xiuqi became more and more certain that Fan Zhouxing was "worshiping Buddha". Only "worshiping Buddha" would make the Dharma body and oneself look similar, but there would also be a sense of incompatibility.

But—it was the first time that Fang Xiuqi had seen such a way of "worshiping Buddha".

The Buddhist method of "worshiping Buddha" that he was familiar with was different from the method of "worshiping Buddha" that Fan Zhouxing was doing in front of him.

The most important thing about "worshiping Buddha" is to open the altar, burn incense, and offer tributes.

There is no altar opened in the Fanzhou pilgrimage, no offering of tributes, only burning of incense, etc.

Fang Xiuqi looked back at the corpses scattered all over the ground, and his expression changed.

Could it be that those fresh qi and blood are the tribute offered by Fan Zhouxing?

But is this still called worshiping Buddha?

This is clearly a sacrifice!

Mount Xumi, Mount Lingshan, Mount Putuo - even the great Buddhas who have passed away, which one requires blood as an offering?

Fang Xiuqi had never heard of the existence of evil monks of the Great Buddha level in Buddhism!

"Bodhi's own nature gives rise to all dharmas. Through deep prajna, one sees all realities. Equal in all directions, reaching everywhere. Entering into the dust without being stained.

Out of the dust, without loss. Birth and death, gain and loss are along the way, and when you return to the treasure, all is empty and quiet———"

Listening to the Buddhist teachings recited by Fan Zhouxing and looking at the golden statue of the Dharma behind him, Fang Xiuqi gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk forward step by step despite his severely injured body.

He wanted to take a look and see which Buddha Fan Zhouxing was worshipping!

"Donor Fang." Fan Zhouxing stopped reciting at this point and said in a calm voice, "This group of demons has killed many of your disciples. Donor Fang, don't you want to take advantage of this opportunity to attack?"

Fang Xiuqi curled his lips and said, "Can we stop midway while 'worshiping Buddha'?"

Fan Zhouxing did not answer, but smiled slightly: "I have borrowed the righteous spirit of Donor Fang, and I hope Donor Fang will not cause any more trouble.

Fellow disciples, continue."

As he finished speaking, the twelve young monks around him stood up and walked towards the monk who was standing there unable to move and could use spiritual power.

In the crowd, Zhou Yuanfu looked at the young monk who was walking towards him with an uncertain expression. Killing more than a thousand people is not enough?

Which Buddha is this Buddhist disciple worshipping?

Now is not the time to worry about this!

Zhou Yuanfu looked at the approaching monk, his eyes flickering as he suddenly asked, "Fan Zhouxing, do you know who I am?"

Fan Zhouxing didn't respond. Zhou Yuanfu gritted his teeth and said directly, "Zhou Yuanfu!"

Fan Zhouxing kept beating the wooden fish at the same tempo as he opened his mouth and gave a single command: "Leave him here."

The twelve monks let Zhou Yuanfu go, and Zhou Yuanfu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was still standing there unable to move and could no longer escape the control of Buddhism, it was a good thing to keep his life. As long as he was still alive, there was a chance.

Fang Xiuqi looked at Zhou Yuanfu in surprise. What was this man's background?

Zhou Yuanfu?

How could an unheard-of guy save Fan Zhouxing's life?

Fang Xiuqi looked at Fan Zhouxing again in silence, watching the fresh blood and energy floating towards Fan Zhouxing, and clenched his hands slightly.

Using the righteous spirit in such a blood sacrifice is too much.

Fang Xiuqi clenched his hands and subconsciously took a step forward. The Buddha's light rippled and directly blew him away.

"Donor Fang, please don't do anything stupid."

Fan Zhouxing watched the Buddhist beads in front of him drip blood faster and faster, then he looked up in the direction of the Burial Buddha Valley, with a faint smile on his lips.

The sharp roar of a dragon suddenly resounded through the sky. The sound waves were like ocean waves, directly shattering the clouds in the sky, and the void seemed to have become a shattered mirror.

"Dragon roar? The dragons are coming here?!"

"How is that possible? How can the dragon race have the confidence to cross the barrier between the two realms and come here? Even if they dare to cross the barrier between the two realms, they certainly wouldn't dare to come here!"

"Yes, Sect Master Zheng is still here, and the Dragon Clan Imperial Court in the upper realm certainly wouldn't dare to act rashly, but where does the dragon roar come from?"

Around Jiuhua Mountain, not long after the aftermath of Xiao Yinruo's sword move disappeared, a dragon's roar rose into the sky again, but the cultivators in the Hedao realm did not know where the dragon's roar came from.

Zheng Dongliu turned his head to look in the direction of the immortal weapon Lingshan, and looked expressionlessly at the Dragon Saint Buddha, who had been stripped of his tendons and skin and was only breathing his last breath, opening his mouth and spewing dragon breath.

How can a dragon that could die at any time make such a loud roar?

Zheng Dongliu frowned slightly and was about to take a step forward to see what was going on when Shangguan Qi grabbed his arm and said, "Wait."

Zheng Dongliu turned around and glanced at his old friend: "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Qi was looking at the location of the immortal artifact Lingshan. The Dragon Saint Buddha had been stripped of his tendons and skin by Zheng Dongliu before, and there were also restrictions set up, so it could only maintain a length of less than a hundred feet.

But at this moment, the bloody hundred-foot-long dragon closed its eyes, opened its mouth, and after emitting a dragon roar, incomparably pure yang dragon power spewed out of its mouth - not on its own initiative, but as if it was forced to spew out this pure yang dragon breath.

Shangguan Qizheng made hand gestures, then took out a Bagua mirror and placed it in front of his eyes. Through the Bagua mirror, he saw the dragon breath of the Dragon Saint Buddha containing surging blood and energy, which invisibly dissipated into the void.

And this piece of void is exactly the Qinglian Secret Realm.

Not only that, there were Sanskrit words flowing on the hundred-foot-long dragon body of the Dragon Lord Buddha. He recognized at a glance that these were the contents of Indra's Buddhist Dharma, the "Mahavairocana Sutra Commentary".

Emperor Shitian?

"Ignore him, just keep an eye on the other Buddhas." Shangguan Qizheng said slowly, "Indra is taking action."

Zheng Dongliu took a step forward in silence and once again arrived at the courtyard on the top of Lingshan Mountain. Looking at the Great Infinite Buddha who was sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures, he said: "I feel like I've been used."

He was not being used by Buddhism, but by Indra.

Zheng Dongliu narrowed his eyes: "Where is Emperor Shitian?"

The Great Buddha, with a slightly swollen cheek, opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Dongliu: "It's no secret that you have a bad temper.

He took advantage of this, knowing you would be unable to contain yourself, and skinned and pulled out the tendons of the Dragon Saint Buddha, which actually helped him."

The Great Immeasurable Buddha smiled slightly and said, "Guess what he wants to do?"

Zheng Dongliu walked over to the Great Infinite Buddha and sat down without comment. "How many years has it been since Indra appeared?"

The Great Infinite Buddha looked at the rapidly fading Dragon-Holy Buddha and said, "He has always been there."

He sighed softly and said quietly: "Do you know why I didn't resist just now?"

Zheng Dongliu sneered: "This old man never likes to use his brain."

The Great Buddha said calmly: "I just want the Mahayana Sutra."

Between him and me, who is right and who is wrong?

Zheng Dongliu was about to speak when he suddenly stood up and looked towards the real sacred mountain north of Jiuhua City, where Buddha's light shot up into the sky.

He looked at Shangguan Qizhen, who took a step forward and headed towards Lingshan.

On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Pei Wanyu put away her textbook and looked towards Lingshan from afar. The sky was filled with golden light shrouded in Sanskrit.

"Great Sun Sutra Commentary——"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Indra has been in Lingshan all the time?"

But Zheng Dongliu had clearly searched it before and found nothing.

Why did Indra hide?

Inside the courtyard rooms at the back of Mount Lingshan, the Buddha of Wealth and Merit stared intently at the old monk sitting on the bed with his Zen staff resting across his legs. "Indra, what do you want to do?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the meditation room was directly shaken open by spiritual power. The Buddha of Wealth and Merit suddenly turned his head to look at the newcomer, his face changed: "Shangguan————."

Shangguan Qizheng ignored the Buddha of Wealth and Merit. He looked at the old monk on the bed with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "You are so old?"

Indra attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree for seven days and seven nights, and suddenly he was enlightened and entered the realm of gods. Now, it has only been five thousand years since he became an immortal.

But now, this great Buddha, who ranks second among the twenty Buddhas in Buddhism, looks so old that Shangguan Qizhen finds it unbelievable.

You should know that after Indra became a Buddha, his power was at its peak. Some people even said that he would be able to catch up with Zheng Dongliu in terms of strength one day.

But such a powerful hidden Buddha has now become an old man?

Shangguan Qi was looking at the aged Emperor Shitian and continued to ask, "What happened?"

Emperor Shitian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shangguan Qizheng: "Senior Shangguan."

Shangguan Qi was just stepping over the threshold when he raised his hand and flung the Buddha of Wealth and Merit out, stopping in front of Indra.

"Who did it?"

"This is my own choice." Emperor Shitian said in a low voice, clasping his hands together: "I know my heart."

He lowered his head, his voice as calm as ever: "I will not die. This is my way."

boom!

The Buddha's light was shining brightly. Shangguan Qi was squinting his eyes and looking at the scene in front of him. The golden light covering the entire Lingshan Mountain began to shrink, and endless Sanskrit poured into Indra's body.

Shangguan Qi was watching this scene, his expression did not change, but his Taoist method of 'knowing the subtle and knowing the obvious' was running extremely fast.

When the last Sanskrit words merged into Indra's body, Shangguan Qizheng also slowly stopped the operation of the Taoism.

He looked expressionlessly at Indra who was smiling on the bed.

"Senior Shangguan, have you figured out anything?" Indra's voice seemed to have aged a lot.

Shangguan Qizheng remained silent. Emperor Shitian raised his right hand and gently stroked the Zen staff on his leg. His voice became softer, "Reincarnation."

He grasped the base of the Zen staff and slowly pulled it out.

A strange look flashed in Shangguan Qizhen's eyes, because what Indra pulled out from the bottom of the Zen staff was a sword, a pitch-black dagger with blood beads at the connection between the hilt and the blade.

The key to the ancient underworld, the evidence of the underworld!

Looking at this soulless sword that could lead to the underworld, Shangguan Qizheng suddenly realized something, but still asked:

"You've never been to Hades?"

"No, but it's enough." Indra's voice was calm.