Chapter 64: There Is a Sky Beyond the Sky
Sanskrit sound into a dream, a kind of Buddhist sound art.
Similar to the meditation mantra.
When Sanskrit is recited in a dream, it benefits oneself and harms the enemy, and spares the heart and mind.
Those who are weak in cultivation will be shocked by the sound power, and the seven orifices will bleed to death, but... Buddha and universal beings, literally do not say death, there is a saying of "falling into a dream"; stronger practitioners will also be disturbed to the point of insanity. Clear, dizzy, and unable to respond to the enemy.
not to mention……
This is a kind of collective chanting.
Powerful, beyond phenomena.
Luzhou is only in the middle stage of condensing knowledge, and it is impossible to stop it.
hum.
buzzing...
The feeling of dense flies buzzing suddenly swept the entire altar.
Lu Zhou raised his arm, and instinctively came up with the countermeasures in his mind...trying to mobilize.
At the same time, he turned to look at Xiaoyuaner and Jiang Aijian.
Jiang Aijian actually disappeared?
Intuition told Lu Zhou that Jiang Aijian had a hand. It's a pity that his attention was on the field just now, and he didn't pay attention to Jiang Aijian.
Xiao Yuan'er frowned slightly, pouting her lips and stomping her feet angrily! Nothing else works!
This……
The character of pure heart and no distracting thoughts reflects the advantages.
In addition, her cultivation is also in the divine court realm, so the initial stage of Sanskrit has little effect on her.
hum-
buzzing————
The sound waves of Sanskrit entering the dream became bigger, rolling from a distance like ocean waves.
Lu Zhou raised his old big hand.
Staring at the mid-term estimate will only be able to top here...
Turn your palms over and hold the prop card.
One move killed Kong Xuan of Dakong Temple, the monks were headless, and the Sanskrit sound broke itself.
But the problem is...
This will expose him to the public eye.
It is impossible to talk about taking Zhaoyue away from the eyes of so many people.
Indulge for a moment.
Lu Zhou flipped his hand and the item card disappeared.
Spot the opportunity, use impeccable, and avoid the edge first.
His old face still looked calm.
The huge hum continued to resound, disturbing the mind.
In the middle of the condensed consciousness, I already felt that I was reaching the limit.
"Ouch... Ouch... I have a headache from these bald donkeys!" A young cultivator next to him covered his head and scolded, fell to the ground and kept rolling.
"Hey... old, old man, you, how are you all right?"
Yes, why is the old man alright?
Lu Zhou glanced left and right, his face was ugly and his face was full of sweat.
The buzzing sound was even louder, several times louder than before.
Lu Zhou suddenly felt an impact coming towards him.
This is the greatest effect of Sanskrit into a dream.
He saw a lot of people with low cultivation, spewing blood up to the sky, and of course Qikong died of blood.
A feeling of scorching heat came from the Dantian Qi in Luzhou.
buzzing...
"Because of his understanding of his mind, we know that there is no difference in the minds of all beings in the three thousand great thousand worlds, just like one world."
"Because of the unobstructed divine ear, wisdom and supernatural powers, in all territories, all sounds, if you want to hear or not, you can freely be free."
"Because of the knowledge of the Dharma, he is able to speak the unobstructed Dharma door well, spread the Dharma cloud, pour down the Dharma rain, and use the wonderful sounds to enlighten and enlighten, so as to get rid of purity."
"..."
Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't hear the buzzing Sanskrit sound of falling into a dream.
Instead, it echoed the contents of the heavenly book!
The Herringbone Scroll of the Three Books of Heaven!
After the scorching heat in the Dantian Qi Sea disappeared, it was a faint coolness.
From the dantian to the abdomen, to the chest cavity, through the heart to the brain.
Lu Zhou is very awake now.
The sound of Sanskrit falling into a dream appeared again.
He looked left and right, and most of the practitioners were already lying on the ground, excruciating pain.
Other practitioners could only barely stand, unable to move.
The monks around the altar closed their eyes, put their hands together, and continued to speed up their chanting.
Only the four-leaf golden lotus Dharma body floating in the middle of the square stands proudly above.
Xiao Yuan'er also sat on the ground, nothing serious, just feeling irritable.
Zhaoyue simply fainted.
.
The three heads of the Demon Temple Sect, the master of the Four-leaf Golden Lotus Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm, looked at the cassock on the monk Kong Xuan.
The golden light keeps folded.
"Golden body of Luohan!" Seeing that Duan Xing was still insisting, Kong Xuan increased the radiance of the golden body.
Arhat golden body, double? !
"Bald donkey, this is what you call purifying sentient beings! Hahahaha... What a big joke!"
Duan Xing used the four-leaf dharma body to attack Luohan Jin's body.
Boom!
Forcibly hit!
The violent vibration shook the entire altar square together.
It was as if the entire space was distorted.
Duan Xingdao was hidden, and the images formed by one after another dharma body flickered around.
The practitioners who were still awake looked at the four-leaf dharma body in horror.
There are four double images in the golden body of Luohan!
Under the blessing of four golden lights!
The sound power of Sanskrit into a dream has been maximized!
At the same time, under the uniform chanting of many monks, it opened vigorously.
boom!
Duan Xing's four-leaf dharma body disappeared.
The whole person flew out and landed in the square where the Demon Shazong was.
Boom!
Duan Xing raised his hand to point acupuncture points, controlled the injury caused by Yin Gong, and stared sharply at Kong Xuan who was showing great power in the field!
"Bald donkey! So strong?!"
With one hand on the ground, his face turned hideous, he wanted to move, but he couldn't. The shocking effect of Sanskrit's dream radiated to the entire altar!
Kong Xuan's eyes were clear and bright, and his body was suspended with golden light.
What is he doing?
Why not stop, he has already won!
At this time.
Not far behind the old monk Kongxuan, a deep voice sounded unaffected by the sound of Sanskrit falling into a dream.
"enough."
Kong Xuan was startled.
Who else is against it?
He controlled the golden body and slowly turned around.
He saw an old man walking towards the altar with ease.
No hurry, no arrogance.
Lu Zhou caressed his beard indifferently and said, "Buddhism has always claimed to not kill... Today, we have issued a ban on killing. Was it instructed by Kong Yuan, the abbot of Dakong Temple, or was it your own intention?"
"...Donor, you...you, why are you all right?"
The monk Rao Shi Kongxuan was full of confidence and knowledge, and was amazed by the gentleness of the old man in front of him.
Dozens of monks, plus the Sanskrit sound of his Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm, would not be affected at all for no reason.
Lu Zhou said indifferently: "The old man's words."
"Old donor, you also want to stop the old man?" Kong Xuan's eyes widened, he felt that this old guy was not easy to deal with.
Lu Zhou shook his head.
He let out a sigh softly: "Stubborn!"
He raised his hand slowly.
The moment he raised his hand.
Kong Xuan's golden body of Luohan skyrocketed with golden light again... Four ways changed to eight...
The golden figure of Luohan flashed onto Lu Zhou in an instant.
boom! boom!
A golden figure of the Vice-Buddha with a height of ten feet and a width of thirty feet appeared on Lu Zhou's body, blocking all the eight Arhats!
It's like grandpa blocking grandson!
"Buddhist monk!"
"It's actually a Buddhist monk!"
A conscious person sees this scene, and his eyes are full of disbelief. The golden body of Luohan, who had previously felt powerful, suddenly became weak and unbearable.
This golden body... is too big!
Lu Zhou lightly flicked his sleeves.
A tiny handprint passed through the golden body and floated towards Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan was stunned, watching the handprint fly over!
Give up the golden body of Arhat and keep retreating!
Touch the ground with your feet, bang bang, rubble sputtering, and retreat like lightning!
A fatal blow, and you will die.
Can you dodge?
PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket and say that I am water. I am really dissatisfied. There are only a few altars around this time. Others spend hundreds of thousands of words in a scroll. I am a newcomer and my level is too limited, sorry. Well, I try to code as many words as possible. it's the only way. Free chapters are thousands of words long.