Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 114 Bloody Rain

The wind is surging, and the blood is raining.

If it is simply calling the wind and calling the rain, controlling the thunder, Chen Xian, who has the blood of the dragon clan and is a five-clawed dragon, there must be clouds following him, and the rain will help him. With a thought, he can go underground in a radius of more than ten miles There is no need to set up any dharma altar during a heavy rainstorm.But this time it was raining blood, and it was the Buddha's head that was drenched. If the altar was not arranged, the blood rain would not fall at all under the light of the Buddha.

When monks pray for rain, they need to write prayer prayers, appeal to the gods (wind god, thunder god, rain god), or invite their real bodies, or borrow their divine power to give thunder and lightning, wind and rain.Chen Xian himself can call the wind and call the rain, so he doesn't need to invite the gods, and what he did was bad, and it was too late to avoid the gods in the heaven, so how could he invite them here? It is the ubiquitous spirit of the wind, that is, the wind, everything has animism, as long as you communicate with your heart, you can give orders to it.

The wind that Chen Xian summoned was different from the wind in nature. This wind was shaped like a horse, with a blue light, from the top of the lonely cliff to the blood cloud on the Jinguang Temple.The gust of wind dragged the blood sprayed from the yellow leather gourd into the blood cloud, and the blood cloud was blown endlessly, and the blood dripping with resentment dripped directly on the body of the giant Buddha covering the Jinguang Temple.

"laugh……"

After all, it is the body of a fairy. Even if it is more than ten miles away from Jinguang Temple, Chen Xian can still hear the sound of blood raining on an invisible gas shield, like the sound of sulfuric acid corroding a steel plate.Because of the distance and the rain of blood, he no longer worried about being backlashed by the Buddha, so he opened his spiritual eyes to look at Jinguang Temple.

Human eyes recognize colors and judge objects based on the wavelength of visible light, and what they can see is limited (visible light is only a small part of the spectrum). People cannot hear or see sounds (low sound waves, ultrasonic waves, etc.), light (X-rays, ultraviolet rays, infrared rays, etc.), unless they have cultivated supernatural powers such as celestial ears and celestial eyes, or are gifted , like dogs and bats, has a well-developed sense of hearing.

The spiritual eye is also a supernatural power of the pupil technique. It is used to observe the world, and you can discover many things that are invisible to ordinary people, such as luck, blood energy, resentment, murderous aura, etc. that ordinary people cannot see but can feel. Believe it or not, the resentment is so high People, complaining about others, can be felt by a normal person, and they will not make friends with them; for example, spiritual light, divine light, holy light, Buddha light and other invisible but real lights, this also has a basis. When looking at pure gold Buddha statues, I only feel that it is majestic and solemn, and the light is dazzling, and the eyes of blind people will be three points bright (the former may be dazzled by gold, and the latter may be blinded by seeing money).

After casting his spiritual eyes, the world in Chen Xian's eyes immediately became colorful. Countless red flames appeared in the dark city of Jisai Kingdom. The big ones were as big as a palm and the small ones were like beans. Blood energy, there are three fires in the human body, which are the condensed blood energy (yang energy); when there is fire, there is smoke, and around these flames, there are gases of various colors floating up and down, most of them are white, a few are light red, and some Dark red and light yellow are mixed, but it is the luck of the people in the city, and the colors are naturally different according to their status...

The colorful and gorgeous colors couldn't attract Chen Xian's eyes, his glaucoma eyes that were shining blue in the dark night stared straight at the Jinguang Temple.

Seen from the outside, Chen Xian's glaucoma eyes reflected two golden Buddhas. Countless red and black gas as thin as silk threads and as dense as rain was constantly impacting on the big Buddhas, wiping away the golden light emitted by them.

The golden light emitted by the red and black gas hitting the Buddha is like a moth jumping towards the fire. It will never return, but it is crushed by the Buddha's light, turned into nothingness, and dissipated in Chen Xian's eyes.However, the red and black gas is not a moth, and the Buddha's light is not a fire. Moths can also provide fuel for the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously. The Buddha light colliding with it is like snow under the scorching sun, falling apart!The two are more like the fire in the furnace and the water in the iron pot, destined to dissolve each other, either the water will dry up or the fire will go out.

"This speed is a bit slow!" Chen Xian looked at it with his spiritual eyes for a while, and found that the speed of the Buddha's light disappearing was very slow, so he couldn't help frowning. He calculated that at the current speed, it might not take four or five hours. , Don't even think about wearing down the Buddha to the point where it is harmless to yourself.

Four or five hours does not seem to be long, but now it is not a Buddhist bigwig who wants to use this as a difficulty, to test the Buddhist scriptures and increase their missionary merits during the Westward Journey period. How can this relic be the treasure of Buddhism? How can I give myself four or five hours? Time to take treasures calmly,?After all, Xiniu Hezhou is the territory of Buddhism. Although the city god of the Sai State belongs to the heavenly court, he still has to hold his breath. I am afraid that when the blood cloud just enveloped the Jinguang Temple, he has already started making small reports. I am afraid that it will not take half an hour. There will be Buddhist masters to clean up themselves.

Chen Xian also had the idea of ​​arresting all the land, mountain gods, city gods, and Yin soldiers in the hundreds of miles around Jisai Kingdom to prevent them from leaking the news, but he gave up after thinking about it carefully.There are too many hair gods, and he is not the grandson monkey called Tiantianying and Didiling on the way to learn the scriptures. He knocks on the ground with a stick, and the land and mountain gods within a hundred miles will come out to greet him, so he is too lazy to catch them one by one.Of course, the main reason is that if there is a fish that slips through the net, wouldn't it be a waste of work?

"Looks like we need to work harder!" Chen Xian thought in his heart, and moved his hands quickly, picked up the wind word order flag again, and waved it several times, the summoned wind blew harder, crazier, Even sicker.

The wind blew the clouds, and the wind increased, making the blood cloud churning more cheerfully. Chen Xian picked up the cloud and waved the flag to fix the position of the blood cloud so that it would not be blown away by the strong wind.As the saying goes, the wind is heavy and the rain is urgent, and the strong wind carries the rain of blood, pouring it on the bald head of the Buddha like a pour.

After finishing these, Chen Xian picked up the yellow leather gourd with his left hand, held it in front of his chest, pinched his sword finger with his right hand, pointed at the gourd finger, chanted a few incantations, and shouted: "Big!"

Under the influence of hand formulas and mantras, the yellow leather gourd swelled more than ten times like a balloon being inflated.

"Go!" With a throw of his left hand, Chen Xian threw the yellow-skinned gourd onto the air duct in mid-air, and drew a semicircle with his sword finger in the air.

"Wow—"

The resentful blood in the gourd poured down like a waterfall, and a tenth of it was poured out in an instant, but it was all gone in a few breaths.

The fresh animal blood polluted by resentment melted into the blood cloud under the gust of wind...

(End of this chapter)