Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

A red light appeared in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, and he could clearly see that there was a mysterious power from the distant and invisible sky, projected on the body of the Eighteen Arhats, blessing them, and greatly increased their strength.

"Is this the true essence of the formation? Is the energy from the distant heavens and the outer heavens transmitting power, or is the law of heaven itself borrowed by humans?" Zhu Houzhao murmured to himself. .

At this moment, Mingchan's body was shining brightly, and he looked at Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness, please advise!"

In the purple air, the soft sword of Ziwei in Zhu Houzhao's hand was unsheathed.

The gorgeous purple soft sword exudes a dazzling purple light, reflecting on Zhu Houzhao's face.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao looked extremely noble, like the emperor Ziwei in the sky, banished to the world.

"Put down the slaughtering knife and become a Buddha on the ground..." Ming Chan's breath was connected with the other seventeen Arhats.

They formed eighteen Arhat formations, with eight people standing on the bottom floor, six people standing on the second floor, three people standing on the third floor, and Ming Chan was standing on the fourth floor at the top.

In the void, a gorgeous golden Buddha statue began to emit a gleaming light.

"Buddha?" Zhu Houzhao held the crape myrtle soft sword, and the wind slowly condensed under his feet, holding him up in the sky, facing the gorgeous golden Buddha, "Imperial power is supreme! Even a Buddha. In front of this prince, you have to obey !"

Chapter 0372 Six-character Great Ming spell, re-crossing the sea of ​​bitterness

From the mouth of the golden Buddha condensed in the great formation of the Eighteen Arhats, the six-character Sanskrit sounds are uttered, Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, and Hum.

Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, and Hum are the six-character Great Bright Mantras.

When reciting 'Om', the suffering of all beings in the heavens can be relieved; when reciting 'Ma', the suffering of all beings in the Asura way can be relieved; when reciting 'Ni', the suffering of human beings can be relieved; reciting 'Pa' When reciting 'Mi', it can eliminate the suffering of hungry ghosts; when reciting 'Hu', it can reduce the suffering of all beings in the hell realm.

The six-character Great Bright Mantra can save all living beings and transform demons. Under this mantra, all living beings in the six realms forget their sorrows, but hate them, lighten the mundane world, and have the six roots.

Under the Six-character Great Ming Mantra, I don’t know how many people who are full of hatred let go of their obsessions and fight.

"His Royal Highness, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore..." Ming Chan was shrouded in Buddha light. At this moment, he seemed to have crossed the mundane and truly transformed into the dragon-subduing Arhat above the nine heavens. His majesty was too majestic.

Zhu Houzhao sneered: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless? The prince has already gone ashore. Turning back, there is only an endless sea of ​​bitterness. Could it be that you will let me re-enter the sea of ​​bitterness?"

"The mortal world is vain, the red dust is fleeting, love and hatred are infatuated, all are water moon mirror flowers, a thousand years at a glance..." Ming Chan looked at Zhu Houzhao and spoke Sanskrit, "Your Highness still doesn't understand, when will you wait?"

After saying a word, Ming Chan was shocked for a while, the golden light of the eighteen Arhats flourished, and in the eyes of the golden Buddha in the sky, a dazzling golden light shot out and disappeared into Zhu Houzhao's eyes.

Spiritual attack!

The Eighteen Arhats Great Formation is the supreme guardian formation of Buddhism. It can attack the enemy to win, protect one's own body, act on the opponent's body, and infiltrate the opponent's spirit.

This time, in the face of the unfathomable His Royal Highness, Ming Chan finally chose to strike first, using the Buddhist fascination with golden light and Sanskrit to influence Zhu Houzhao and wait for an opportunity to strike down the enemy.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao was shocked, and he only felt that everything around him was changing rapidly. The mountains were gone, the people were gone, the Ziwei soft sword in his hand was gone, and even his body was getting smaller.

He seems to have returned to the mother's body, holding the Yuan and returning to one, keeping a breath of innate energy, and sharing the same breath with all things.

Zhu Houzhao closed his eyes involuntarily, and when he opened them again, he had appeared in a narrow alley, and a group of fourteen or fifteen year old boys rushed towards him.

"Haha, look! It's that guy without a father, come and see!"

"I heard that he stole something yesterday! Fortunately, he was caught by his uncle. Hehe, such a bad guy should be locked up."

"It's this bastard, come on, beat him to death!"

"beat him!"

In many books, all good adjectives are willing to give the word 'child', but Zhu Houzhao knows that if children are really ugly, they will not be inferior to adults at all.

The hearts of adults are ugly, but most of them will hide, and if the hearts of children are black, they will release them without reservation.

A stone was thrown at Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao wanted to shatter his martial arts, but found that all his true energy seemed to have disappeared. He wanted to dodge, but found that all the memories of martial arts in his mind had disappeared. Not a point left.

The stone hit his forehead, and a large lump suddenly swelled up on his forehead, causing a burning pain.

"What's the matter!" Zhu Houzhao's face changed slightly, and he looked down at himself, only to see that he was wearing a worn-out little leather jacket, his hands and feet became bony, and there were scars all over his body.

Before Zhu Houzhao could react, he was already pinned down by a child, and then the other children jumped on him, and his fists fell on him like raindrops.

"Kill the thief! Kill him!"

"Tell you to steal!"

"This kind of person should be put in jail!"

"Beat him to death!"

Zhu Houzhao wanted to use his power to break free, but he couldn't remember anything. Everything in the Ming Empire, whether it was people, events, or martial arts secrets, seemed to be just a dream of Nanke, and he couldn't be psychedelic.

There was only one thought left in his mind: "admit your mistake".

"People come to this world to atone for their sins. The sufferings you have suffered in this life are all because of the sins you did in your previous life. You can endure the sufferings of this life peacefully and atone for your sins, and in the next life, you will be able to obtain bliss."

"This life is bitter, and the past lives are sins?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes slowly became dull, "Let go of everything?"

The rain-like fists are still falling, but Zhu Houzhao's eyes are tangled.

lay down?Repair the afterlife?

Zhu Houzhao's eyes suddenly became cold: "The past life is not mine, and the next life is not me. Why do I have to suffer all the hardships to atone for the sins of the past life? To seek blessings for the future life? I only hope that this life is worthy of the world and my parents."

"Grievance and hatred, flaws will be repaid, just seeking happiness in this life, who cares if he suffers robbery in eternity?"

"Fuck me!" Zhu Houzhao still didn't have a trace of true energy in his body, but he resisted!

He no longer protected his head with his hands reflexively, he let the opponent's fist fall on his own head, however, he also punched.