crossing with green hills

"When the young master goes out, I will definitely cut you into pieces and die a terrible death!"

"Stop reading! Shut up!"

"Please! Stop reading!"

"Forgive me!"

……

Qiao Ling'er's clamoring voice became weaker and weaker, and her attitude became more and more softened. Baptized by the Buddha's voice, she was constantly changing.

With the passage of time, the ferocious and terrifying face gradually became peaceful and serene. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands folded and a smile on his mouth.

Like a bodhisattva who is merciful to all souls and saves the world.

Tick!

Tick!

……

The golden liquid dripped continuously from Qiao Linger's body, one drop after another, at first it was like a drizzle, and then it gradually became violent and violent, turning into an unstoppable torrential rain.

Qiao Ling'er is like a wax figure meeting an open fire, or like a snowman meeting a scorching sun, melting rapidly.

The strange thing is that he doesn't seem to feel the slightest pain, but keeps laughing instead.

The faster his body melted, the brighter his smile was, even with a bit of inexplicable weirdness.

Seeing this, Bodhi's mother blushed with excitement. When all the Buddhas were chanting Amitabha, only he was still singing that extremely mysterious ancient ballad.

As Qiao Ling'er melted faster and faster, the chanting voice became more sharp and urgent.

The legs have completely melted into liquid gold.

The voice of Bodhi Buddha's chant involuntarily increased.

The body below the neck completely melted.

The voice of Bodhi Buddha's chant became shrill and piercing.

His hands gradually melted, leaving only Qiao Ling'er's head lying in the golden liquid, smiling silently.

Finally, finally all melted.

And Bodhi Buddha's voice was so sharp that it turned into a piercing scream.

This is a sign that the sound is fast to the extreme.

As Qiao Ling'er's body completely turned into a puddle of golden water, the shrill voice of Bodhi Buddha reached its peak, and then gradually became gentler.

Gradually become inaudible.

The entire hall was extremely quiet for a while.

Dingling!

……

The Buddhist wind chime rang again, breaking the silence of the palace, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and stormy waves.

The voice of Bodhi Buddha resounded again. In this palace blessed by the law of space, it seemed extremely desolate and far away, with an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

It seems to follow the long river of time, flowing from the ancient years.

"Nanwu Bubu Geography, Cherry Dolly, and most of them!"

"Nanwu Bubu Geography, Cherry Dolly, and most of them!"

"Nanwu Bubu Geography, Cherry Dolly, and most of them!"

……

Inside the main hall, Bodhi Buddha's mother kept thinking, and the golden liquid on the altar gradually changed, and golden particles floated out of it, gathering more and more, gradually converging into a human-shaped outline.

With the last golden particle floating out.

brush!

On the altar, a golden light suddenly burst out, and the sky filled with Buddha light turned into a lotus flower and fell down, and the figure of the Tathagata Buddha suddenly appeared.

"Ami……!"

The Buddha's name that often hangs on his lips was halfway through, when Tathagata suddenly stopped talking, Qiao Ling'er's memory was gradually known to him, and he glanced at Amitabha Buddha lying peacefully in the golden lotus.

There was a flash of light in Tathagata's eyes, and he felt the mysterious fluctuations that were so weak that he could almost hide his own spiritual thoughts when he chanted the Buddha's name just now. Thinking about the connection between the Buddha's name and the Buddha in front of him, his entire face was gloomy down.

If it was in the past, if he hadn't become a Hunyuan True Immortal, he would never have sensed the key.

But now he is in the same room with the former founder of Buddhism, so close, how can he fail to perceive the mysterious connection between the Buddha's name and this one.

One sound of Amitabha is to separate a faint trace of luck and one's own thought power.

A wisp may not be scary!

The terrible thing is that a word of Amitabha is just a wisp!

A Buddhist being, when he is happy, he likes to say Amitabha; when he is angry, he is used to saying Amitabha;

……

One sentence today, one sentence tomorrow, one sentence at sunrise, one sentence at sunset, one sentence at the moment before, and maybe another sentence at a later date.

……

And the Buddhist souls spread all over the three realms, from ordinary beings, to practitioners who have not attained the Bhikshu (Ni) status, to Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Venerables, Arhats, holy monks, Buddhist disciples, and Bhikshus who have successfully embarked on the Buddhist path. There are hundreds of millions.

In addition, since the fall of Amitabha Buddha, the Amitabha Buddha that can be recited in ancient times until now is simply terrifying, and the scalp is numb, and I can't imagine it.

Glancing at the golden body of Amitabha Buddha, I can feel the strong scent of incense, the power of Buddhist thoughts and luck in it.

Tathagata's complexion became even darker, and he looked at Bodhi Buddha's mother, and couldn't help sneering.

"For Amitabha Buddha, the mother of the Buddha really took great pains to plan so far-reaching and fooled the entire Buddhist sect for so long!"

"Amitabha! The Buddhist gate was created by my brother, and it is only right to help him return to his resurrection!"

"Mother Buddha, do you really think that the poor monk will be arrested without a fight, let you down, and the years of hard work will be turned into running water, and all will be used as a wedding dress for Amitabha Buddha?"