Miro Blue Scroll

"not too good?"

Miro was a little curious, seeing this, several celestial beings brought Miro to another lotus pond. At this moment, lotus flowers of various colors were blooming in the pond, red, white, blue, and purple, all of which were colorful, exuding a delicate fragrance. It lifts the spirits.

Mira knew at a glance that this was the incense offering method of Gandharvas. They used lotus flowers as the incense burner and the idea of ​​salvation as the fragrance, in order to redeem Shura Dzongkaba in the center.

At this moment, the head of Daxue Mountain was surrounded by demon fires, which burned most of his body, starting from the left shoulder, obliquely to the right abdomen, bloody and bloody, all the internal organs and bones were exposed, and the five internal organs were clearly visible The six internal organs continued to twitch under the burning of the magic fire.

Zongkaba sat upright on a nasturtium, carrying it silently. A ray of Buddha's light emerged from the sky, protecting himself from top to bottom, and entangled with the magic fire from bottom to top.

But the magic fire was strange and seemed to have spirituality. Sparks flew out continuously, passed through the fragrance prepared by the gandharvas, and landed on Tsongkaba's intact body, trying to swallow the Buddha's light and erode the flesh.

Zong Kaba, who heard the voice, opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Miro, there was an obvious look of panic on his face.

With this fear, a hole suddenly appeared in the calm state, and the magic fire below immediately surged up, burning the flesh and blood under his chest with a hissing sound.

"In this world, someone can hurt you to such an extent?"

Mi Luo, who was surprised by the power of the magic fire, opened his mouth and stretched out his hand to touch it. There was nectar hanging down, turning into a silent water mist and surrounding the lotus, restraining the rolling of the magic fire, allowing Zongkaba to stabilize his mind and maintain the Buddha's light.

After the injury was a little better, Zongkaba raised his head and looked at Mi Luo with a sad smile: "Let the Taoist laugh! Although this world of reincarnation is built by my Daxue Mountain, the core inside is not something we can control, just like this day. There are boundless blessings in the world, there are all phenomena in the world of mortals, and there is also a never-ending battle in the Tao of Asura."

"Over the years, my competitive spirit has become stronger and stronger day by day, making the Asura Way stronger and stronger. A few days ago, I even condensed an Asura King. I am not his opponent. If it weren't for his early supernatural powers, he has no relationship with the six realms. Supernatural powers, I've been burned to ashes right now."

Speaking of this, Zongkaba showed a somewhat bitter expression: "In the past few days, I have been burned by the fire of demons, but I have come up with a way to understand the inheritance of Miao Bodhi."

Hearing this, Mi Luo asked curiously, "I don't know what kind of magic method it is?"

"I am immortal for half my life now. I live in the magic fire of the Asura king and the Buddha's light that I have practiced for hundreds of years. If I die in the samadhi, the relics left behind must contain the way of the Buddha and demons. You are using it to stimulate the Bodhisattva. It is hoped that it will be passed on.”

As he said that, Zongkaba stared at Miluo and said, "The poor monk only asks that after the Taoist obtains the inheritance, he can leave a share for Daxueshan..."

Zongkaba didn't finish his sentence, but Miluo shook his head and said: "You don't need to do this, the inheritance of the wonderful bodhi is not indispensable to me, it is better to watch you die for the inheritance. Help me!"

As Mi Luo spoke, he summoned the nectar purification bottle, tilted it towards Zongkaba, streams of clean water flowed out, and continuously washed away the magic fire.

The magic fire was enraged in an instant, sparks danced around, turning into snakes and entwining towards Miro, and the flame itself turned into a flame light building covering Zongkaba's body, with countless magic fires entangled and entangled inside, burning Eat the remaining flesh.

Mi Luo also showed anger: "How dare you be arrogant with mere supernatural powers?"

As he said, the nectar continued to hang down, repairing Zongkaba's body from top to bottom, and at the same time, the black and yellow jade wat and the golden seal of Qiankun appeared in his hands. Gently shake, the two qi of Xuanhuang and Huang turned and crushed the magic fire.

"Useless!"

Zongkaba shook his head and said, "Although this demon fire originated from King Asura, its root is the anger and injustice in my heart. I have never let go of it, and I can't get rid of it every day. How can I let go?"

"Whether you can put it down, I don't know, but the great monk asked me to watch you die, I can't do it."

As he said that, Mi Luo continued to take out many spiritual objects and vitality from Miaoyoujing to repair Zongkaba's body.

After repeating this for seven days, he managed to suppress a bit of the magic fire, but as Zong Kaba said, the last bit of magic fire was still entwined around his body, and he couldn't pull it out.

"As I said, it's just useless work, but that's fine. I've recovered most of the Dharma now. If I'm in extinction, the relics I get are more likely to be passed on." Zongkaba tried to persuade Miluo.

"If Miao Bodhi's inheritance has to be obtained by someone's sacrifice, then what is recorded in it must not be Buddhism, but magic! Besides, although the magic fire on your body is interesting, it can't trouble me!"

As Mi Luo spoke, he soared into the sky, and the treasure scroll opened in his mind, and the next second, the white bull appeared under Mi Luo's body again.

He sat cross-legged on the back of a white bull, and a round of Buddha's light appeared behind his head. There are eight gods, nagas, yakshas, ​​gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mahoragas in total. Celestial beings emerged one by one, surrounding Mi Luo and sending out bursts of praise.

In the void, pure and flawless lotus flowers with different colors and textures like glass are naturally born. The lotus petals are layered on top of each other, and the flowers bloom and fall.

In the Dao of Heaven and Humanity, many heavenly beings were inspired, and they rose into the air one after another, saluting towards Mi Luo's direction.

The strands of wish power gathered together and turned into dots of gilded light mixed in the petals of the nasturtium, dancing in the air, confusing people's eyes.

The golden streamers outlined by the wish force fell into the glazed petals, refracting a streak of seven-color clouds like auroras, which is too magnificent to describe, showing a kind of beauty beyond the ordinary.

But all those who saw this scene had only a faint sense of purity in their hearts.

This is the foundation that Mira prepared for himself, and it is also the core of the aspects of Buddhism and Taoism.

The meaning of purity is hidden in the unceasingly fluctuating brilliant rays of light, and between the movement and stillness, a brand new name appears in the treasure scroll.

【Buddhism and Taoism · Seventh Grade Celestial Master Mira】

This is one of the manifestations of Mira's contribution to teaching and transforming the heavens and humans, and it is also Mira's own exploration of Buddhism and Taoism.

Accompanied by this layer of name, an illusory Buddha phantom also emerged behind Mira, covering the void with the meaning of purity in the dark, and the natural magic emerged.

Under the illusory image of the Buddha, the demon fire on Tsongkapa's body was completely extinguished, and these acts of redemption were also transformed into energy, reflected by the precious mirror, recorded by the precious scroll, and strengthened the foundation of the illusory image of the Buddha.

"What Buddha is this?"

Hearing Zongkaba's question, Miluo thought for a moment: "The teacher of heaven and man is one of the ten names of the Buddha. I use purity as the foundation to interpret nature with wonderful changes. Therefore, this Buddha can be called the pure and natural Tathagata. Of course Because this phantom itself is the side of my Dharma image, a more correct name should be the image of the Pure and Tranquil Tathagata."

As Mira's words fell, the phantom of the Buddha behind him was completely solidified, and in an instant, the boundless and pure glass Buddha light rose.

Zongkaba raised his eyes and looked, and there was no way of heaven and humanity, and there was a vast expanse of bright and clear glazed brilliance all around.

"Amitabha, good! Good! What a pure and natural Tathagata, what a peaceful Tathagata!"

After the words fell, Zongkaba's body burst into immeasurable Buddha light and dispersed, leaving an illusory bodhi seed floating in the Buddha light.