Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 351 Patriarch Bodhi!

As soon as he entered the body of Chang Er Ding Guangxian.

But I saw a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, exuding the golden light of Buddhism.

Moreover, each golden leaf is engraved with a swastika, which is mysterious and mysterious.

Countless thick branches and roots penetrated into the flesh and blood, greedily and crazily devouring the long-eared Dingguang Immortal's Yuan Qi.

Around the big tree, the fairy sword flew vertically and horizontally, and the fire dragon roared and bit.

But still can't shake this towering tree half a point.

Bodhidharma clasped his palms together, his eyes closed slightly, the Buddha light pervaded his body, and he stood barefoot in the void, just like the World-Honored One, with a relic necklace coiling around its top.

In front of this towering tree, his thin body seemed very small.

However, the sandalwood Buddha light emanating from his body is enough to compete with the saint's relic.

"Amitabha!"

Dharma suddenly opened his eyes.

Like King Kong glaring.

From the depths of the eyes, two blazing golden lights shot out like raging flames.

"Everyone, this calamity can only be resolved with the Dharma, and your supernatural powers will only intensify the devouring of Huanxi Buddha's Yuan Qi by relics!"

Bodhidharma said, "Stop!"

Although his voice was not loud, it spread.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the others could hear it clearly.

"It can only be resolved with Buddhism?"

The immortals couldn't help but frowned.

But soon, he figured out the key.

Perhaps, Zhunti had already predicted that if Chang Er Ding Guangxian really wanted to leak the secrets of the past, then the target of the leaks must be the old people like the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Once the relic retaliates, the person who helps the Chang-Eared Dingguang Immortal must also be the old man of Jiejiao.

Therefore, Zhunti deliberately set up this saint relic.

As long as he comes into contact with Taoist supernatural powers, it will be like adding fuel to the fire, and the sacred tree of relics will speed up the devouring of the vitality in the body of Chang-eared Dingguang Immortal.

more than this.

Zhun had secretly instructed Buddhist disciples above Bodhisattva status in advance that if the long-eared Dingguang Immortal was bitten by the relic, he would definitely not be able to rescue him.

It's just that he didn't expect that after thousands of years, there would be such an outlier as Bodhidharma in Buddhism.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the others are all advanced generations, and when Bodhidharma reminded them, they immediately reacted.

"stop!"

One command.

All the immortals stopped.

What's more, Bodhidharma helped them refine the Six Soul Banner before, which is absolutely trustworthy.

all of a sudden.

The flying sword and fire dragon in Chang-eared Dingguang Immortal's body disappeared all of a sudden.

Bodhidharma looked at the sacred tree of relics again.

As expected.

The sacred tree of relics immediately stopped its crazy growth.

However, he is still constantly sucking the Yuan Qi in Chang'er Dingguangxian's body.

If it is allowed to continue, Chang-Eared Dingguang Immortal will disappear in a short time, and the Taoism of thousands of years will be destroyed in one day.

"Just to prevent people from telling the truth back then, they tortured people to this point, why bother?"

Dharma sighed involuntarily.

There was a little compassion and pity in the eyes.

Not finished.

Wisps of golden Buddha light continuously flowed from Bodhidharma's body.

Like a trickle, it converged to the sky above the sacred tree of relics.

Not long after.

The bright golden Buddha light all over the sky suddenly turned into a huge swastika Buddha seal, with a golden glow shining all over the sky.

"Give me town!"

Bodhidharma looked down and drank in a low voice.

It was as if thunder suddenly resounded.

The swastika Buddha seal was suppressed.

"boom!"

The sacred tree of relics, which was originally mighty towering, kept shrinking under the suppression of the golden light Buddha seal.

And those roots, branches and vines that penetrated into Chang'er Dingguangxian's flesh and blood also quickly retreated.

It was about half a cup of tea time.

The sacred tree finally disappeared, and turned into a relic again, but it was only the size of a thumb, floating in the air, but filled with a daunting and powerful aura.

If it had been an ordinary deity and Buddha, he would have been overwhelmed by the coercion of this saint at this time, and would bow down to worship.

However, Bodhidharma just glanced indifferently.

"Amitabha!"

Turning around, he wanted to leave Chang-eared Dingguangxian's body.

Just at this time.

Shirley trembled slightly.

Suddenly.

A huge phantom that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun was projected from above the relic.

"Monk, walk slowly!"

The sound is resounding and shocking.

Bodhidharma condensed his body and turned his head, but saw that phantom was dressed in a black robe, embroidered with eight trigrams, with a childlike face and white hair, with an immortal demeanor, he looked like a Taoist immortal.

But its body is surrounded by exquisite relics, set off by pearls in necklaces, and it is clear that it has a deep connection with Buddhism.

Waiting for Bodhidharma to figure out the origin of the other party.

Then the other party asked again: "Who are you? You can destroy my sacred tree of relics!"

There was a hint of surprise in the voice.

If you want to suppress the sacred tree of relics, you need the power of Buddhism above the level of Bodhisattva.

But the problem is.

But how dare all Buddhist disciples, especially those who have already attained the Bodhisattva status, dare to do anything to the saint's relic.

To know.

It is a crime of disrespect to attack the saint relic!

Even the World Honored One of Lingshan must reincarnate in Nirvana and practice hard for ten lives to pay for his sins.

"Who are you?"

Dharma didn't answer, but asked back.

"As a Buddhist disciple, don't you even know me?"

Paused.

The voice sounded again.

It seems that countless eminent monks are praising in unison, and it is also like a fairy bell coming from the depths of the void.

"The Dajue Golden Immortal has no defiled appearance, and Bodhi, the Patriarch of the Wonderful Aspect of the West!

Unborn, immortal, three or three lines, full of energy, full of gods, and myriads of compassion!
Emptiness and stillness change naturally, just like the nature of nature!

The solemn body with the same longevity as the sky, the Great Master of Mingxin who has gone through many calamities! "

heard.

Bodhidharma's chest trembled: "Bodhi Patriarch?!"

In Journey to the West, Patriarch Bodhi is a well-known figure.

As one of the three religions, he can understand all schools of thought.

Whether it is a Taoist who invites immortals to help Luan, seeks good luck and avoids evil, or a Buddhist who reads scriptures, recites Buddha, and meditates, all of them are proficient.

Moreover, within a short period of three years, he taught a disciple with such great powers as Monkey King.

Of course, the reason why Monkey King is so powerful is also related to his own talent.

Other than that.

Patriarch Bodhi has another identity.

That is the good corpse left by the sage Zhunti to suppress the heavens.

There is no doubt about its strength.

Unexpectedly, this mighty figure would be shocked this time.

A look of astonishment flashed across his face.

Bodhidharma folded his palms together and said, "Little Monk Bodhidharma, I have met Patriarch Bodhi!"

"Dharma?"

Patriarch Bodhi pondered for a while, "Could it be that I've been closed in the Three-star Cave of Xieyue for too long, and I don't know that such a young genius has emerged from my Buddhist gate?"

talking room.

Already using the eye of wisdom to observe the heavens.

But in an instant, he already understood Bodhidharma's deeds.

"It turns out that he is a disciple of Mahasthizhi... It has not been half a year since he entered my Buddhist school, and he became a Bodhisattva from an ordinary person, and he also cultivated a sandalwood dharma body... Such a talent has never been seen in ancient times!"

Patriarch Bodhi secretly marveled.

He originally thought that Sun Wukong, his disciple, would be able to cultivate such abilities within three years, which is already an extraordinary talent.

But unexpectedly.

In Buddhism, there is such a young genius.

"It's a pity..."

(End of this chapter)