Tathagata Must Be Defeated

The light fell on the ground, the sky was falling, the light was flowing, and the heavens and the earth were peaceful.

A young monk stood in the center, and the whole body shrouded the holy light. There seemed to be a Buddha's light beating in the scorpion, emitting a sacred voice.

The creatures in the city saw his light far away, and there was an impulse to fall to the ground.

"Who is that?"

“Most of them are immortals.”

"Then he and the benefactor must know."

Everyone said, they were infected by the peaceful atmosphere of the monks.

In the front, Sun Wukong frowned, and he was very familiar with the monks in front of him.

Not only him, Zhenyuan Daxian is also very familiar.

"Golden elders."

The eyes of Zhenyuan Daxian almost fell: "How come you are here?"

The monks standing in front of their eyes are exactly the same as the golden scorpion.

"Amitabha."

However, the monks put their hands together and said: "Barren is not a golden scorpion."

"You really are not."

Said Sun Wukong.

This sultry breath is far stronger and sharper than the golden scorpion.

The eyes of Sun Wukong’s eyes are seen in a vast Buddha light, vague and inconspicuous.

Sun Wu has some vigilance in the hollow: "Who are you? Why do you appear in this appearance?"

"I am without me, no name, no name."

The monk replied: "The ones you see are the gestures of the avenue."

He did not deliberately change into a golden scorpion, but his own practice of Buddhism made Sun Wukong and Zhenyuan Daxian see the posture they were suitable to see.

"You all have a relationship with the Buddha."

The monk said: "The white sages let me destroy you, maybe another."

"White sage?"

Sun Wukong flashed a light in his eyes.

"Destroy us?"

And Zhenyuan Daxian is laughing: "You become the appearance of this, is it to kill us?"

"No, too."

The monk replied: "I appeared as two familiar people, and that means that the two can be more."

What he has to destroy is the obsession of Sun Wukong.

If you obey your mind, you will be truly eliminated.

If the obsession is not eliminated, even if the body is destroyed, the magical power of the Monkey King will not end there.

The monk took out a mirror, and a green smog vacated from it. For a time, the world changed, and the scenes in front of Zhenyuan Daxian and Sun Wukong disappeared.

A temple appeared in the front.

"Please come in and sit down."

The monk opened the door and said.

Sun Wukong frowned: "You tell me first, who is the white man?"

"White sage?"

The monk nodded: "He is my master, the new emperor of heaven."

Sun Wukong’s thoughts flashed and he judged that the monks had the value of dialogue and walked toward the temple.

Zhenyuan Daxian called to Sun Wukong: "Xiandi, don't you think this temple is strange?"

"Our soul is pulled into the mirror by him."

Sun Wukong entered the temple and said: "It is just a blind eye, no need to worry."

Zhenyuan Daxian then walked in with confidence behind him.

The two sat in the temple, and the monks gave them tea, and they asked them.

"When did the Van Gogh Heaven Court have a new Emperor?"

Zhenyuan Daxian opened his mouth and asked.

This is very different from their perception so far.

"A thousand years ago, the white sages got the vanity."

The monk replied: "The sages have been repaired since childhood and have been ravaged. It is the only person in heaven who is a fairy."

"For tens of thousands of years, the Sayādaw has rebuilt six reincarnations and saved the number of souls in the heavens. So far, the order of more than a dozen stars has been restored."

He expounded the story of the white sage, the white sage appeared after the catastrophe, the merits were infinite, and he was succeeded to the celestial emperor thousands of years ago.

Every star palace he governs is a peaceful one.

"The Sayādaw saves a world and needs a thousand years. Every time you succeed, you have to manage the millennium."

The monk finally said: "With another 10,000 years, the sage can come here to save the people here."

He told Sun Wukong that there is a white sage in the Van Gogh heaven. This star palace will be saved sooner or later, and there is no need for them.

Zhenyuan Daxian heart suddenly felt a bit unhappy.

"That Nanming is really not reliable."

He thought to himself: "They didn't say there are immortals here."

Sun Wukong was slightly frowning and asked the monk: "How does the White Lord save the people?"

"This……"

The monk hesitated a bit and knew that this was a bad question.

Asking Sun Wukong is the core.

After thinking about it for a while, if you want to make Sun Wukong, they can't avoid this problem.

“The place where the Sayādaw passes is bliss everywhere.”

The monk replied.

Sun Wukong suddenly understood.

Not only him, Zhenyuan Daxian also understood.

"It turned out that everyone should be a monk."

Daxian sneered: "What kind of rescue is it going to use?"

The practice of the White Supreme, they saw it in the Three Realms.

What has been seen, Zhenyuan Daxian and Sun Wukong will not recognize.

"The two are not safe."

The monks did not panic and said: "To save the Van Gogh heaven, this is the only way. The white sages and the sages have an appointment. If it is a blissful world, the creatures stay within the Star Palace, and there will be no catastrophe in the future. ""

"Nothing to talk about!"

Zhenyuan Daxian stood up and waved a ray of light, and it was not so intense, but the space was turbulent and broken.

Zhenyuan Daxian took Sun Wukong and got out of the mirror world.

The three returned to the outside.

The monks looked at the two and sighed: "If so, I can only force it!"

"You dare to say it!"

Zhenyuan Daxian sneered.

He recovered some Xianli and wanted to test it out.

The next moment, he shot.

"Look at me."

Zhenyuan Daxian explored his right hand and grew bigger in the air, covering the sky and concealing it.

Sun Wukong flashed a different light in his eyes.

Zhenyuan Daxian actually learned the Buddha's trick, and it was not a simple imitation.

He thundered out with a big hand, and there was a gust of wind around the monks, shrouded him, and sucked into the hands of Zhenyuan Daxian.

In addition to the Buddha's tricks, Zhenyuan Daxian also added his own characteristics - he put the power of the sleeves into it.

Sun Wukong looked at this scene very freshly. I didn't expect Zhenyuan Daxian to create such an interesting spell.

However, the town of Yuan Yuan, the singer, did not waver.

He raised his hand and hit back with a palm. It was also a cover-up day. The golden light was smashed and banged, and it was hit with the giant palm of Zhenyuan Daxian.

Zhenyuan Daxian quickly retracted his hand and changed his water to wash it.

"It's really uncomfortable, this trick is not for me!"

As he spoke, he waved his voice.

Every time the whisk is turned, it becomes bigger, and soon it becomes a few feet long, surrounded by a large piece of lightning and creaking.

For a time, the dust in the hands of Zhenyuan Daxian was shining, and the bright people were going to smash.

Sun Wukong who saw this scene could not help but doubt.

Zhenyuan Daxian usually meditates and practices, and it is really a matter of restoring the fairy tales.