True Martial Great Emperor of Myriad Realms

"His Heart Connects!"

Guo Fan's face remains unchanged.

This old monk seems to be talking, but every word seems to be exactly what he thinks.

No need to speak, there is an explanation.

Like the rumored Buddhist divine ability, His Heart Connects!

"Don't dare to be." The old monk folded his hands together, said with a smile:

"It's just a technique of meditation for many years and a little understanding of mind-to-heart communication, can't be considered His Heart Connects."

"Buddhism secret technique, the result of Zhen Xuan is wonderful." Guo Fan nodded, holding the handle of the magic knife in his hand, his complexion became dignified.

He can feel that under this magic knife, there is a huge fire rushing.

Its power is so powerful that just a little bit of mental perception can burn his mind, make his heart flames, and have to suppress it with the three-eyed Divine Idol.

If it breaks out...

His eyes flicker, and he stops his hands.

"Amitabha." The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said:

"There are tens of thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of people in the Pure Land. People who have married and established businesses have multiplied here for hundreds of years."

"If you pull out the magic knife, everyone will be robbed!"

While speaking, he lightly waved his robes, and the rocks on one side split to the sides immediately, exposing the world outside.

In the sky, Buddha's radiance is surging, and the energy is still surging.

Under the great formation of the Thousand Buddhas, countless people looked up. Among them were the elderly, children, and even couples hugging each other, all waiting for the chaos to pass, repeating peace.

Although they are far apart, they can be seen clearly with Guo Fan's eyesight.

He even saw the pale-faced Old Zhao Six, and the six Mo Family six women who were crunching together somewhere.

"Donor." The old monk said slowly:

"All things are born, the heart and Buddha turn on their own, what choice do you make?"

while speaking, The old monk's eyes gradually became serious, staring at Guo Fan, waiting for the answer.

He is very curious about the other party's choice.

This person is covered in murderous aura, the power of resentment is overwhelming, and his heart is like steel. He must be a killing people like scything flax.

But the strange thing is.

The old monk uses the secret technique to perceive, but he can perceive the peace and tranquility deep in the opponent's heart, not at all like a big villain.

On the contrary...

Living Buddha!

But how is it possible?

There are indeed allusions in the Buddhist scriptures.

Some monks killed themselves as Buddhas and attained Bodhi, but that was the reincarnation of Bodhisattva, who was born with great wisdom.

This person killed countless people and was covered in blood. Why is this also the case?

Is it true that the people he killed and the people who died because of him deserved to die?

This is absolutely impossible!

The old monk couldn't understand or see through, but he was even more curious about Guo Fan's choice.

He is unable to resist, but hopes that the other party can give a satisfactory answer.

"Peng!"

The loud noise sounded from outside, and then the sky flickered, and Ao Wudi, full of fierce intentions, had already rushed in.

The scene in front of him raised his eyebrows, he couldn't help but grinned:

"Boy, you can't use the chance to give you a chance. It's been so long, but it hasn't Pull the knife out!"

"Amitabha." The old monk looked sideways, his eyes flashed first, and his eyes revealed a strange color:

"Donor, you have deep roots in magic Why should you restrain yourself from cause and effect?"

"en?" His words were unclear, but Ao Wudi narrowed his eyes and glared at him:

"Old monk, you say What?"

"The donor." The old monk sighed and said:

"Everything is done, such as if dreams and visions in a bubble, such as dew and electricity, should be done If you look at it, you are too persistent."

"Who am I?"

"Who is me?"

"There is no solution to this question. , Why bother to worry about yourself, when you let it go, you can get free?"

"oh?" Ao Wudi raised his eyebrows, but he walked slowly towards the opponent regardless of the magic knife in the field:

"Old monk, then tell me, who am I?"

While speaking, he smiled grimly and slowly raised the knife in his hand, just like an executioner about to be executed.

"Well said, don't let this magic knife!"

"It's not good..."

He smiled yinly, violently. The Blade Intent instantly enveloped the audience, and the murderous intention fell if it had any substance.

"Amitabha." The old monk's complexion remained unchanged, his hands clasped together, and said:

"Who is the donor? How can I ask the old monk, the old monk has the final say, the donor again Why bother?"

"But the old monk knows that after taking the magic knife, the donor still cannot get the answer you want."

"The entanglement of cause and effect will get deeper and deeper. In the end, I can’t extricate myself."

Ao Wudi's eyes shrank, and a slight change appeared in his face:

"Really?"

"a monk doesn't Lie." The old monk shook his head:

"The magic knife is confusing and charming, and the donor wants to be clear. Isn't this holding a knife counterproductive?"

"This..." Ao Wudi Slowly nodded:

"It's a pity!"

"I'm very dissatisfied with your answer!"

The sound fell, and the blade light fell abruptly.

"Amitabha." The old monk sighed lightly. His voice was extremely slow, but it happened to be faster than the blade light.

At the same time, an invisible force emerged and quietly enveloped the audience, trapping all three of them.

Formation!

"Why bother the donor." The old monk drove Strength of Array and put great pressure on himself. The skin on his face was cracked and blood oozes, but his expression remained unchanged, and his voice was even more stable. .

"What is me?"

Both of his hands are combined, with a peaceful face, and said slowly:

"Mortals pretend to fake me and act presumptuously True, follow the industry, do not argue the truth, do not know the heart, love and glory, not fidelity, all should be parted, no coke."

"Outside the way, cling to God and me, ask for the law outside the heart. I don’t know the truth that all laws are empty and cause and effect are not empty. I blindly pursue the divine ability, go astray, harm others and ourselves, and cannot leave Six Paths of Samsara."

"Bodhisattva leaves me with the world, Consciously feel that he, self-interested and altruistic, cross him by oneself, and attain Bodhi."

"My Dharma is as true as a foreign object."

He is one of the eleventh rituals, and is proud of him. Invincible slowly bowed his head:

"The donor is alive Bodhisattva, Arhat, spirituality is free, can he not know the true or false? Doesn't tell the truth? It is just asking for trouble."

"Master, see you!" Guo Fan's face was solemn, his head slightly:

"Teached underneath!"

He was lost in reincarnation for several generations, but fortunately, the temperament tenacious, my heart is always insomnia.

But what is true? What is fake?

Is the ontology really the ontology?

After being possessed, who should I be?

In the past, I just forced down, or set up an anchor, to hold my heart, but now it is suddenly enlightened.

Now that the hands are put together, Sea of ​​Consciousness shines brightly.

What I look like is the expression of my free nature, not in foreign object, not in the skin, but in the true self, Buddhism calls it true, Taoism calls it the nature.

A kind of transparency and wisdom emerge, the eyebrows and soul are pulsating, and the soul in the body is actually begin to stir.

"Well said!" Ao Wudi is also lightly sighed:

"Unfortunately, I am not me, he is not him, grievances are hard to dissipate, resentment is hard to calm, things in the world are like this "

"Donor." Old monk hearing this Discoloration:

"There is infinite firepower in this place. Once the magic knife is pulled out, hundreds of thousands of people in the Pure Land will be robbed."

"Can't pull it!"

"Hundreds of thousands of people?" Ao Wudi sneered:

"has anything to do with me!"

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"hong long long..."

He tone barely fell, and the rock under his feet has exploded, and countless cracks spread all over the place.