Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

tens of thousands of years ago.

A brilliant genius appeared in Buddhism. Although he was still young, he was able to discuss Buddhist scriptures and doctrines with his elders.

"Pure Wisdom."

The elderly monk waved his hand to call him over, then touched his head and introduced him to the Buddha next to him.

"This is the messenger from the West."

There was a trace of piety and excitement on Jinghui's fair face. He did not expect that he would have the honor to see the envoy from the holy land. He was happy and excited.

The Buddha nodded modestly, with a holy and ethereal expression on his face: "You are Jinghui, work hard and don't waste your talent."

"Amitabha, I will keep your teachings in mind."

In the following days, Jinghui often sought Buddhist scriptures from the Buddha, and was always obsessed and unable to extricate himself.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. I have a question that has troubled me for a long time, but I still can't find the answer."

The Buddha nodded.

Jinghui hesitated, then became resolute, and asked with a look of curiosity: "I want to ask, what is Buddha?"

When the Buddha heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

What is Buddha?

There are many teachings of the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures.

But what exactly is Buddha? How many people can explain it clearly?

But he had answered this question no less than hundreds of times, and the man in front of him had asked him this question more than once.

The Buddha had a pious look on his face and was twirling the Buddhist beads in his hands.

"Buddha means enlightenment. All sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of Tathagata, but most of them have not comprehended it thoroughly and are disturbed by the troubles of the world."

"The Buddha is a person of great wisdom, great compassion and great power. He is the most respected among the immortals, also known as the Great Immortal or the Golden Immortal. A person who practices can become a Buddha after going through three immeasurable kalpas."

"The Buddha is a being that has escaped from the cycle of reincarnation and has gained a profound understanding of all things in the world."

When Jinghui heard this answer, which was the same as that of his other fellow disciples, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He felt that this shouldn't be the case.

Finally, Jinghui resolutely embarked on the journey to the West.

He died tragically for nine consecutive lives, until the tenth life when he remembered everything, fought his way to the West, and finally disappeared while seriously injured and dying, and there was no trace of him left in the world.

Now this name has once again come to the minds of those gods and Buddhas who have lived for tens of thousands of years, and they can't help but think of that battle.

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Chang Qing as if he saw his former self.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, I nearly died and had no choice but to escape to the human world and live on with my last breath. I never thought it would come in handy today."

He grinned: "The journey to the West is a complete joke. The so-called salvation of all living beings is just a hypocritical excuse for these people. Buddhas of the West, it's time to settle our accounts after so many years."

He said to Chang Qing: "I can only help you hold back one Golden Immortal, for the rest, you are on your own."

The tone was rather regretful.

Chang Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded, looking at Yu Zexun and the others: "I will lead them to the Severed Immortal Valley later, and I will leave this place to you."

"No, you alone are no match for so many people."

Chang Qing said calmly: "Even if you follow me, you can't help."

Several people remained silent. Chang Qing was telling the truth and they would only be a burden to her if they followed her.

The highest level among them is the human immortal realm.

For a celestial being to kill a human being is like killing a dog.

"Come back alive, I beg you, you must come back alive." Wan Chuyao cried.

The immortals and Buddhas from heaven came down to earth. Qingyin Bodhisattva and three celestial immortals entangled the white-haired old man, while the others set their sights on Changqing.

The Golden Immortal raised his hands, and fine silver rays appeared on his palms.

Boom boom! ! !

Chang Qing looked at the silver light that covered the sky and the earth. His blood-red eyes seemed as if there was someone sitting cross-legged. The red light and the silver light collided with each other, and the huge force blew away everyone around.

She led these people to the Severed Fairy Valley, preventing the battle from affecting those who were powerless.

Blood lotus appeared on Changqing's monk's robe, his face became even colder and more compassionate, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows seemed like the purest white snow in the world was stained with a little red.

"Mo Lian, prepare to die."

"Amitabha, everyone, please get on your way."

The two immortals, who had not yet reacted, had their limbs chopped off by Chang Qingxiang in an instant. They let out sharp screams, and the mountains and rivers shattered into pieces. The Jueduan Immortal Valley was instantly devastated and covered in ruins.

She killed so many people that her snow-white monk's robe was completely stained red, and the blood flowed heavily down her clothes.

And she just stepped on the corpses of gods and Buddhas.

She lowered her eyes slightly and shattered the Buddha's soul with one palm: "Good."

The people from the upper realm changed their expressions slightly, and they were frightened by the compassion between her brows, and put away their contempt in their hearts.

With two Golden Immortals around, Chang Qing felt extremely heavy in her heart. She was only in the early stage of Heavenly Immortal now, and it would be very difficult for her to fight against people of higher levels.

She was also injured after the fight.

Chang Qing sighed softly in his heart, and his bones made crackling sounds. Layers of thunder gathered in the sky and smashed down on his head the next second.

Jin Xian sneered: "You dare to survive in this situation? You are simply courting death."

shhhhh--

Six mercury needles shot out.

But the next second, the smile on his face disappeared visibly.

Chang Qing didn't care whether he would be struck by lightning or not. He coughed up blood and attacked the immortals and Buddhas like a madman. The Buddha's light and demonic energy gathered together. He suddenly raised his sleeves and shook his robe violently.

Three mercury needles were shaken away.

For the other three, she casually pointed at them, and a golden light shot out, and the immortal-level mercury needles melted instantly.

Chang Qing said coldly: "Next, it's my turn."

Her breath was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and she was even willing to suffer injuries in order to hurt the other party.

This madman.

This style of fighting frightened the immortals and Buddhas, who were forcibly dragged into the thunder tribulation to fight a bloody battle with Chang Qing. They immediately realized that if they didn't kill Chang Qing, they would be the ones to die.

Chang Qing's eyes were clear, as if the person with the deep blood on his body that could be seen through his bones was not himself. At the cost of his own life, he opened up a space and started the path to the fatal kill.

People only saw the mountains being leveled and the abyss being filled, and in a moment, the sea turned into mulberry fields.

They watched nervously, anxiously awaiting the final result. Most of them had no hope, if it weren't for a Golden Immortal being entangled by the white-haired old man.

Changqing was facing the twenty-six gods and Buddhas.

There has never been anyone in history who can defeat the strong by using the weak to survive in such a situation.

There was some regret in everyone's eyes. They wanted to get closer to take a look, but as soon as they reached the Severed Immortal Valley, they were blown away and could only wait in silence.

A monk covered in blood walked out with unsteady steps, his face as pale as a ghost. Suddenly, his body softened and he almost fell to the ground, then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Twenty-six top gods and Buddhas descended to the mortal world, but were finally annihilated.