Chapter 260： Fang Xin pays wrongly (2/2)

Both sides of the confrontation noticed the head of the Buddha and looked over.

The human form on the fallen angel's back was agitated, and he waved his arm and conveyed a thought to the head of the Buddha: ”Grandpa, dear grandpa, your grandson is here.”

The Buddha's head was slightly drawn, and he ignored him, and took the golden light to the opposite side of the demon soul. The golden light was in sharp contrast with the layers of black and red colors.

”Forgetting the dust is long, people die like lights, there is no reincarnation in the world, no matter what has happened, it has passed. Why should we be obsessed?” Buddha head folded his hands and said, ”Let it go.”

The demon ghost ghost did not speak. He stared indifferently at the head of the Buddha, representing the red anger that continued.

The vague human form professing to be his grandson conveyed another thought: ”Grandpa, don't talk nonsense to him, alas ... recite the Buddhist scriptures and exceed him.”

The head of the Buddha felt reasonable and recited the sutra: ”Amitabha, the Dharma is infinite ...”

Between heaven and earth, another sound was like the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu.

The Buddha's head became one, two, three, three, and six ... At last, eighteen golden bodies were differentiated. Some pedal dragons, some ride white tigers, some raise their hands to the sky, and some sit solemnly.

Ideas: Eighteen Arhats!

Both Taoism and Buddhism have their own gates for observing ideas, which is a method of spiritual cultivation. Observation ideas cannot be quickly formed, but only by water grinding. Ordinary monks contemplate for ten years, and it is rare to be able to conceive one of the eighteen Lohan in the sea of ​​knowledge. But the Buddha's head could not think of the eighteen Luohan in such a spirit.

The eighteen arhats are a manifestation of the spiritual power of the Buddha's head, and they also have very powerful fighting power.

There are eighteen as powerful as me, and I ask if you are afraid.

Eighteen golden body lords rushed towards the demon road, and were drowned in the thick clouds of black and red fog. The clouds representing anger and fear were constantly flowing, and sometimes golden light penetrated through the clouds.

The fallen angel fluttered her wings and wanted to help, but the fuzzy figure behind her quickly stopped: ”Mother, don't go, don't go, you are badly injured, then fight again, let the old bald donkey on the head go into battle. ”

The thigh of the world's first pole is not hug.

After a while, the lion roar of the Buddha's head came from the surging cloud of fog: ”Dharma is boundless, do you understand the donor now?”

The black and red clouds exploded, and the demon's face collapsed, and the dissipation disappeared.

The two emotions, black and red, returned to the colorful army. The two rebels saw their generals slaughtered and immediately abandoned the dark. Li Xianyu felt that the whole man was light and relieved.

Eighteen Lohanes were combined into one old and thin Buddha head.

Li Xianyu rode over to his mother, and was so grateful that his face was so drenched: ”My father is better than my grandfather. Thank you Grandpa for saving my life.”

The Buddha's head looked at him lightly, it was really hard for him to make a vague face, and he made a grateful expression ~ ~ Li Xianyu's spiritual cultivation is far from touching his own sea, let alone Speaking of realizing his own image, such a vague human form still relies on the fusion with the fallen angel.

”Grandpa, is the ghost's remnant gone?”

”Where to come from, where to go.” The Buddha shook his head: ”Even a ray of residual soul cannot be solved with three fists and two feet.”

The demon road is so strong ...

Li Xianyu was apprehensive, and at the same time he was a bit resentful because of love. He had several experiences watching memories, and he had an inexplicable affection for Yaodao.

I treat you as an old iron, but you want to take me away.

Fang Xin paid wrongly, alas, the scumbag forgot.

”Is there a way to demonize the remnants of the demon Tao?” Li Xianyu asked, remembering that he had no honorable title and was busy remedying: ”Grandpa.”

The head of the buddha seemed to be alone for decades, and Leng Buding had an extra grandson, which was pained by his grandfather's cry.

”Forcibly dissolving, it will take some time, unless he can solve his obsession, but that is almost impossible ...” The Buddha's head stopped suddenly.

”The master knows what is the resentment of the demon Tao?” Li Xianyu said positively, this time he was skinless, but his solemn expression (although his face was blurred).

”How old is it?” The head of the Buddha sighed.

Man dies like a lamp, and there is no reincarnation in the world.

So the word ”dead debt is clear” is the accepted truth in the blood community. Li Wuyi had been dying for quite a long time. After Wushuang War Spirit declared himself dead, the blood community hadn't found Li Xianyu for twenty years. If it was not for the opening of the Pantheon, Li Xianyu would not be the target of criticism.

No matter it is debt or debt collection, dead, everything is empty.

”Master, please tell me.” Li Xianyu folded his hands, his tone was serious: ”Do you know Tai Su and forgetfulness?”

Perhaps the truth he wanted to know was in the head of the Buddha.