Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 535
Without so much time and energy, let Meng Xinghe examine himself here.

There are not so many reasons for things in this world.

When everything is pushed and becomes what it is in front of you, no matter what it is, you have to face it head on.

"That's really not like what you would say."

"This despicable and shameless energy is exactly like me." Meng Xinghe said.

In the billowing flames, thick black smoke is constantly sweeping, and the strong wind is still raging on this originally fertile land.

The massacres, as well as the resentment, unwillingness, curses and other emotions scattered in the air after the death of Fujitora and before the remnant souls were annihilated, were all accepted by Meng Xinghe without any hindrance.

Hmm... It's a pity that there are a few exceptionally powerful Fujitora remnants, they seem to know the role of Monk Sumi, so most of the resentment is contributed to Monk Sumi, so that Meng Xinghe's income reduced a lot.

As for why Meng Xinghe didn't directly capture those remnant souls to devour?

Of course it was because, just across from him, there was still Monk Xumi standing!

"I should have thought it was you! I didn't expect it to be true. Since you have drawn the knife...then you must die." Monk Xumi stared at Meng Xinghe and said.

Meng Xinghe's eyes flickered, and then he sighed and said: "Actually... Immortal Emperor Taihao is impossible to live now... You chose the wrong one."

Meng Xinghe revealed some inside information in a disguised form.

But... such a cryptic reminder was too cryptic, so Monk Xumi didn't understand it at all, and just took this sentence as a provocation.

"You still like to use your tongue so much!" Monk Xumi sighed.

In the next moment, he had already declared war without warning.

He didn't come to Meng Xinghe for a decisive battle, let alone to end the past.

His purpose is only one... to kill Meng Xinghe, and prevent him from drawing his sword to attack Immortal Emperor Taihao.

Let Immortal Emperor Taihao recover calmly.

Quietly, right at Meng Xinghe's heart, a golden lotus bloomed.

At the same time, a large number of Buddhist voices began to echo in his mind.

All his killings, all his sins, and all his karma in the past are all ignited at this moment.

The raging fire of karma burns from the heart, as if it wants to burn his soul, and even burns towards the main body through the connection between the avatar and the main body.

This is the subtlety of Buddhism.

It often occurs in a short time, without any accumulating power, starting action, or signs, and its effect is often on the individual's mind. As long as there is evil, guilt, sin, attachment, and obsession in the heart, it will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

And in this thousands of worlds, there are all living beings.

How many people can be confident and have a clear conscience?

Meng Xinghe's body was entangled with karma, and half of his body had already rotted in an instant.

He was not in a hurry.

In the entanglement of karma and fire, holding a seal of wisdom, in the appearance of a Buddha, is safe and comfortable.

The past crimes all dissipated in his heart.

Killing is to protect the way, and what you hold is right.

The Buddha is right, and the devil is also right.

My way is supreme, my way is upright!
The blazing fire of karma was instantly extinguished on Meng Xinghe's body.

The golden lotus in the heart, instead, turned into a blooming and lively red lotus that gathered a lot of karmic fire.

Meng Xinghe gestured towards his heart, and actually picked the red lotus out of his heart.

Holding a lotus flower in hand, turning the petals slightly.

As soon as he raised his hand to send it off, he flew towards Monk Xumi.

"Speaking of which, this is also the first real head-to-head confrontation between you and me."

"You gave me a Buddha lotus, then I will also give you a magic lotus."

"Let's see whether your Buddha nature is stronger, or my demon heart is deeper." Meng Xinghe opened his mouth and said.

The red lotus flew very slowly.

But Xu Mi couldn't hide.

The so-called subtlety of Buddhism lies in exchanging hearts for hearts.

Let one's own Buddha heart infect the opponent, so as to cast spells, it will appear subtle and miraculous.

If there is no Buddha heart, this Buddhist practice will be superficial, without showing subtlety or mystery, and it will not be much different from those third-rate techniques. At most, it will only have some natural attribute bonuses. Heretics have a certain deterrent effect.

Xumi was originally the genius of Buddhist practice in the Great Mituo Temple.

But his master took great pains to let him realize Zen.

It is to allow him to awaken the Buddha's mind and maximize the power of the Buddha's teachings.

And everything has two sides.

Pass the law with the heart, in a subtle way, deter the opponent, and defeat the enemy without fighting.

This is the strength of Buddhism.

If the Buddha's mind loses to the opponent's mind, or is overcome by the opponent.

It will lead to a strong backlash, and the impact of the soul will directly hit the Buddha's heart.

This is the weakness of Buddhism.

The so-called slap in the face, once enlightened, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the spot... This is actually a shortcut to practice.

It is also a shortcut for Buddhist monks.

And all those who take shortcuts will eventually have to face the problem of unstable foundation.

The karmic fire red lotus successfully merged into Xumi's heart.

There was no expression on his face.

In the eye sockets, the whites of the eyes are rapidly disappearing.

The bright eyes are now pitch black.

The monk's robe, which was originally only stained with ink, was quickly rendered black at this moment.

Suddenly, behind Xu Mi, a huge demon god appeared.

This demon god has eight faces and 32 arms, holding a total of [-] magical artifacts, such as pestle, copper bell, flower basket, sword, jade, vase, palace lantern, orb, etc. The rest of the arms hold different handprints, but they are not Buddhas. Family handprints, but evolved from the many handprints of Buddhism.

The demon god carries chaos all over his body, faintly swallowing the vastness of everything in this piece of heaven and earth, and seems to have the mighty power to collapse everything, destroy everything, and subvert everything.

Meng Xinghe felt terrified when he saw the appearance of this demon god.

This seems to be a kind of realm suppression derived from race.

"Xumi...he actually cultivated the magic face of a demon god?" In the fairyland of the brain, Lin Xi's body was also inexplicably horrified.

He, a serious demon, has never come into contact with the "concept" of Chaos Demon God, and is only working hard in this direction.

How come the monk Xumi has reached such a level that he has the appearance of a demon god?
"interesting!"

"It's really interesting!" Lin Xi smiled.

At the same time, the thoughts were synchronized with Meng Xinghe's high frequency, and the Buddhist truths that he had comprehended in the deep cold dream evolved one by one in Meng Xinghe's heart, and then turned into the seal in his hand, the Buddha's light on his body, and the Buddha's shadow behind him.

The Buddha's shadow is in the dark, but it shines brightly.

Stepping on the lotus platform, holding a tin staff.

To be patient and unmoved is like the earth, to be silent and deep like a secret treasure.

This is the Dharma image of Ksitigarbha among the four major Bodhisattvas in Buddhism.

In the hell, bloom the light of Buddha, and in the deepest place, the light that guides the goodness of the soul will never be extinguished.

It is suitable for Meng Xinghe to use.

The light of the Buddha and the Sha of the Demon God are constantly colliding and biting.

Like old enemies, across time, across time and space, meet again, incompatible with each other, not giving in to each other.

(End of this chapter)