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Chapter 918 Compared with Laojun, the wisdom of the poor is really too shallow

On the southern foot of Yudujin Mountain, a sea of ​​fire was burning.

In the center of the sea of ​​flames, a palace lantern appeared and disappeared from time to time, ups and downs.A heart-shaped flame burns quietly in the center of the palace lantern. The flame stops evenly, sometimes blue, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes purple, and the colors are crystal clear and changeable.

"Pozhi, Vimazhitara..."

A tall monk with a gentle face, who looked very similar to the statue of Buddha, was making qigongs with both hands, driving a vajra suspended in the air, shining with purple, gold and red auspicious lights, and said anxiously.

"Leave quickly!"

Amidst the monk's voice, countless golden flowers appeared out of thin air from the auspicious light, and then scattered and fell, making a bang and explosion sound, blasting a path in the sea of ​​flames.

"Why bother running around?"

At this moment, a joking voice came from the other side of the sea of ​​flames.

"He is already dying, wouldn't it be better to open his eyes before dying?"

Following the voice, I saw the body of a handsome Taoist priest in white standing on the other side of the sea of ​​flames had slowly floated up, bowing to the palace lantern in the sea of ​​flames.

"I invite the Taishang Patriarch Bajing Palace Lantern to lead the fire!"

As soon as the words fell, the flame of the palace lantern floating in the sea of ​​flames suddenly trembled, and then burst out a flower that looked like wishful thinking, emitting strange lights of five colors.

The next moment, the Ruyi-shaped flower fell off the flame of the palace lantern and began to grow rapidly. In less than two breaths, the Ruyi flower was already as high as Zhang Xu, and the sea of ​​fire around it was driven by the flower. , The fire suddenly rose.

"Come on, hold him, let him talk to the emperor, lightly hold Mu Qi, hold him, ah, dumb!"

After seeing this miraculous scene, Pimalaksha did not dare to be careless, and immediately held the mantra to strengthen the power of the vajra in his hand, and then the auspicious light emanating from the vajra in his hand increased instantly, and the golden vajra that appeared The flowers became more and more dense, blocking all the surging sea of ​​flames outside.

At this moment, I saw that Ruyi Lantern Flower, which had swelled to the limit, exploded in an instant, and scattered into sparks of various colors, shining brightly, flying from the sea of ​​flames.

boom!
As soon as these sparks collided with the golden flowers emanating from the vajra sacrificed by Pema Racha, there was a loud explosion sound, and there was a flash of light in an instant, and the sparks scattered by the explosion transformed into Blossoming five-color flames are flying up and down, like waves rolling, endless.

In less than a breath, the sea of ​​flames that had been blown away by the vajra was blocked again, and this time there were even hundreds of millions of five-color spiritual flames mixed in the sea of ​​flames. Luo Cha and the others were crushed in the sea of ​​flames.

"Hahaha……"

After seeing the scene in front of him, the Taoist priest in white immediately let out a triumphant laugh.

"Great monk Pimalakha, have you seen the true meaning of my Taoism, that one life is two, two is three, and three is all things?"

"..."

Regarding the words of the white-clothed Taoist priest, Pimala Cha, who has become a Buddha, has no time to answer at all, because all his energy has been concentrated on maintaining the situation in front of him.

Although it seems that only some five-color flames have been added to the sea of ​​fire around him now, which is not much different from before, but in fact, compared with the current five-color flames, the crimson common fire before is almost the same. It can be counted.

"Come on, hold him, let him talk to the emperor, lightly hold Mu Qi, hold him, ah, dumb!"

Holding the vajra in both hands, Bimalasha chanted the mantra over and over again, and the mana in his body was poured into the vajra in wave after wave, maintaining the three-color auspicious light in his hand. By my side, let the golden flowers gushing out from the auspicious light confront the surrounding five-color spiritual flames.

"such a pity!"

Looking at the Pimala Cha who was still holding a vajra pestle in the sea of ​​flames, Kong Qing, a Taoist priest in white, sighed slightly.

"Pindao's strength is still too weak, so he can only urge out one lantern flower of the Bajing Palace Lantern. If there is one more flower, or even release the Tushihuo directly... the pindao just now can send him to blissful rebirth! "

Having said that, Kong Qing shook his head helplessly.

"Fortunately, Pindao predicted that a lantern flower might not be able to deal with the opponent, so he made several preparations..."

As he said that, Kong Qing's fingers had already landed on the brocade bundle outside the Taoist crown on his head.

"Great monk Bimala Cha, Pindao will let you, a fake Tathagata, see the real light of the rising sun today!"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Pimala Cha couldn't help but glanced at him strangely, only to see the other's finger hooking on the top of his head, and the next moment, a glaring light burst out from the top of the other's head, In an instant, his eyes were blinded.

Bimalasha closed his eyes, feeling a little annoyed.

"Damn it! The old monk is careless..."

Pimalakha took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"After hearing his words, the old monk should have thought of his magic weapon... But fortunately, the old monk is now urging the power of the vajra to protect him. Protect yourself! And it is said that his magic weapon has a certain range. If it is not enough, the old monk can urge the vajra and rush out quickly, but..."

Bimalakka sighed silently in his heart.

"...If this happens, these Shuras will all be buried in the sea of ​​flames, and the other Shuras will be fine. Pozhi and Vimazhitara are the Kings of Shura that the old monk spent his painstaking efforts to cultivate. They just died in the sea of ​​fire. It’s such a pity here.”

Thinking of this, Pimalakha, who was planning to quickly rush out of the sea of ​​flames, suddenly hesitated again.

"Why don't the old monk wait a little longer, maybe this Qingwei flame won't last long?"

Of course Kong Qing didn't know what Bimo Luocha was thinking, but after flashing out the golden rosy crown, shaking Bimo Luocha so much that he couldn't open his eyes, he observed the other party for a few seconds and found that Bimo Luocha didn't intend to abandon those things. After Shura planned to leave, he immediately took out what looked like a statue of a horse from his arms with a smile, and handed it to the little milk cat on his shoulder.

"Little guy, it's still the old rules for a while, don't worry about the red ones, just kick the poor ones."

The little milk cat raised its head and gave Kong Qing a white look, then stood up, hugged the statue of a horse that looked bigger than it with its two short legs, and replied impatiently.

"Ow!"

"Hey hey hey..."

After hearing the little milk cat agree, Kong Qing gave a smirk, and then took out four bullets and a revolver from his sleeve.

Click!

After pressing three black and one red bullets into the gun chamber, Kong Qing raised the revolver in his hand without hesitation, and shot himself, and then saw a pitch-black bullet shoot out from the muzzle, It hit his chest with a bang, and a cloud of black mist exploded from the place where the gun hit, and then enveloped Kong Qing.

"It's actually black again...strange! There's a 20.00% chance of five. Why can't Pindao hit it so many times?"

Kong Qing tilted his head speechlessly, rubbing his head against the kitten.

"Little guy, do it!"

Snapped!
Before the words were finished, I saw the little milk cat swung its paws, and the front legs of the horse statue directly slapped Kong Qing's face.

Swish!
The moment the leg of the horse statue kicked Kong Qing, I saw a red light flashing on Kong Qing who was still shrouded in black mist, and the whole person suddenly became radiant.

"Hey hey... Good luck, good luck! But little guy, do you have to kick so hard every time?"

The little milk cat gave Kong Qing a blank look, and replied with disdain.

"Ow!"

"What, you said that the key effect of kicking is obvious... Is there such a thing? Forget it, the poor believer!"

As he spoke, Kong Qing rubbed his face that was hit by the horse statue with his hands, tilted his head to look at the vajra still holding the vajra in the light of the golden crown, with a serious face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Great monk, Pindao is lucky now, let's gamble on your luck!"

As he said that, Kong Qing clicked, and stuffed another black bullet into the revolver, and then aimed at Pimalo fork standing in the sea of ​​flames.

boom!
A black bullet was fired directly, and instantly hit the body of Pemborakha, and a layer of black mist rose up and covered his body.

"OK! It's bad luck... Sure enough, this gun has to be used like this."

As he spoke, Kong Qing casually stuffed the revolver and the horse statue into the demon refining pot, then turned his hands around, and took out a cute, ugly robot in green clothes, only about ten centimeters in length.

"Before Pindao, I was still wondering how this thing could be used in battle, but I didn't expect... It seems that compared with the old gentleman, Pindao's wisdom is still too shallow!"

As he said that, Kong Qing casually took out a ten-cent coin from his bosom, and planned to stuff it into the hole on the back of the little robot, but when all the money was placed by the entrance, Kong Qing stopped suddenly.

"Hmm! The opposite party is facing bad luck, so it seems that Pindao can do something else..."

As he said that, Kong Qing's divine sense penetrated into the demon refining pot again, and after rummaging through it, he found a gold brick, stuffed it into the paw of the little milk cat on his shoulder, and whispered mysteriously Said.

"Little guy, you will take the gold brick and go to the monk's side to wait for orders. If he falls down, you will put a brick on the back of his head!"

"..."

The little milk cat silently raised its head and looked at Kong Qing.

How could this stupid human being be so talented at playing tricks?

"Go, little one!"

Seeing that the little milk cat didn't move, Kong Qing raised his hand again and stroked its head.

"Remember, don't give Pindao face, you must be ruthless, it's best to hit him with a brick and give him a concussion... Pindao will mobilize the Eight Views Palace Lantern to help you move!"

(End of this chapter)