Journey to the West: My Disciples Are Too Arrogant

Ksitigarbha once made a big wish, and also wanted to create this kind of splendor.

In the prosperous age of brilliance, I want to develop this rare auspiciousness. "However, is this really good?"

"Right? Wrong?

"I gave everything for my Buddha, but in the end a Buddha mistaken me."

Beside Jizogan, suddenly there was such a voice.

Jizogan suddenly turned around

It was an old monk, who looked small and shriveled, but seemed huge

He looked down, the sky above his head, manifested on Mount Yixumi, sad

Heaven is merciful, as if he had been sitting there cross-legged and waiting for the Tibetan cadre to look at it seriously, but found that the old monk had already

Dissipated, the scene of heaven and earth suddenly changed for it! 【

Emperor Amitabha made a great promise to purify the bulls and set foot on the road to ascend to immortality, but was interrupted at the most critical moment]

The bulls are wailing.

Ksitigarbha woke up in horror, turned around and looked around, the original Buddhist Jingshi, who was so peaceful, didn't know when the war broke out.

endless blood

screaming

One after another, the Buddhas here have sacrificed everything for Emperor Amitabha, but they are still useless.

Countless temples are crumbling.

The bronze plaque inscribed with the Daleiyin Temple came from outside the sky, carrying the vast and endless Buddha light, hit the road to sanctification, and settled on the body of Emperor Amitabha.

Where the blood is dripping, there is the blood of bulls and the blood of Amitabha, shocking

[Buddhists do not want Amitabha to become immortal alone, this is just a means for them to strengthen Buddhism]

【The time has come to lower the thunder】

The sound of thunder echoed in this shattered and barren bloody desert.

One after another, the heavenly punishment fell from the sky, and the thin old man stepped down from the road to sanctification, opened his arms, and used his spine to protect the entire western desert!

Thunder splattered, blood splattered, the old man recited the Buddha's name, looking at the broken earth, his face full of kindness and guilt.

"Do not!!"

"Amitabha

The ancient emperor dissipated

Foyle is like the sea, falling from the sky!

"How could this be so!!" Kizang Gan's eyes suddenly surged with anger, he roared, his whole body Buddhist

Mighty, want to shoot, want to catch something, save something

But in the end, he was powerless to stop everything

All I can do is watch everything go crazy!

Looking at the tenth of the Guanglao Buddha, countless believers mourned all over the place [In the land of hundreds of millions of Buddhas, there will be no more Buddha, hundreds of millions of souls have perished, and since this day, there will be no more Amitabha and no Amitabha.

The believers of the emperor, the entire West Ten, returned to death. 】

[There is no Buddha country in the hundreds of millions of miles]

[There is no light, no chanting, and no peace] [This place becomes a dead place! Purify the body hell, the soul that dare not dare

Thoughts are floating]

[Purdus the bulls, converted to Buddhism, but was calculated by Buddhism in the end]

【If you can do it again】

[May the emperor still convert to Buddhism?]

【Still still wishing this?】

A grand voice with shocking power! The blood and fire burned, and the demon pestle was cast by the former emperor Amitabha.

Wuzhibao is now entangled with endless resentment and stained with the blood of the emperor! It turned into a red angry lion, roaring, shattering the sky

The universe is full of blood, and it is desperately soaring to the sky, trying to kill all Buddhas!

【Are you saving yourself, or saving the world?】

[Is it venting, or is it atonement?] Waiting until these words fall, the surrounding scenes finally return to

calm.

The golden pestle, stained with blood, fell on the palm of the Tibetan dry hand

Kazha firmly grasped the pestle of subduing demons, and the earth was dry and the earth was dry between the eyes, endlessly.

Anger rolls!