Chapter 1114: Black Sea of Bitterness
The statue has a solemn look, a smile on his lips, and a seal on each of his left and right hands, which are the preaching seal and the flower-picking seal, which are quite famous hand seals in Buddhism.
One seal preaches, the tongue blooms golden lotus, the mouth is eloquent, and flowers rise everywhere.
One seal picks up a flower, picks up a flower and smiles, laughs at the world, and looks down on the prosperity.
There is nothing wrong with everything, except the face of this Bodhisattva statue. After Xiao Chen saw it clearly, he was left with only a sneer. This face is not the face of Manjusri Bodhisattva at all.
It is the face of the blood monk Zhuang Zhenghe. Xiao Chen has a good memory and has a deep impression of this casual cultivator who chased him away in the wasteland of Tianxu.
Good strategy, using the broad foundation that Xiao Leiyin Temple had laid, To directly absorb the power of faith for his own use.
Xiao Chen lightly tapped, and his body flew to the beam, looking down. He slowly opened the eyes of the cave, and saw that many believers who bowed their heads in worship would emit an invisible green energy after each bow.
Like moths to a flame, they flew densely towards the golden statue.
The smile at the corner of the statue's mouth became more and more evil in Xiao Chen's eyes, like a monster that eats human brains.
Thinking, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and sucked, and a wisp of green energy was caught in his hand, which was full of the power of faith.
He opened his mouth and sucked, and he felt refreshed, and his whole body was so comfortable that the bones were about to soften.
In his mind, at the same time, There were many voices, some praying for children, some praying for safety, and some praying for health, all of which were the wishes of some believers.
Closing his eyes to digest the power of faith, Xiao Chen thought to himself that the power of faith could not be directly transformed into cultivation, and a secret method was needed.
Just as he was about to close the Eye of the Cave Heaven, Xiao Chen suddenly noticed something strange. There was a black sea of suffering behind the golden statue.
For every drop of faith power absorbed, a drop of black bitter water fell into it.
After standing there for a moment, Xiao Chen suddenly realized and a trace of anger appeared on his face. They were removing all the information of the wishes in the power of faith, leaving only the purest power of faith.
Faith is mutual. I believe in you, worship you, burn incense and pray to Buddha. You have to listen to my prayers. Not to mention satisfying everyone's prayers, but also choosing the more urgent ones and satisfying one or two.
But now this group of people treat the prayers of ordinary people as garbage and impurities and throw them away, leaving only the power of faith that is useful to them.
They do robbery, plunder unilaterally, brainwash people, but exist in a high-sounding and righteous manner.
Looking at those devout believers, who are still pouring in, Xiao Chen feels a little sad and ironic when he thinks about it.
Close the Eye of the Cave Heaven, all the strange phenomena disappear, and the scene in front of him becomes a solemn hall filled with incense and people. Solemn and solemn.
It can be confirmed that the person behind the Black Flame Island is Zhuang Zhenghe, otherwise there wouldn't be statues of him all over the mountain temples.
Now we need to figure out another question, why did the Blood Monk send people to keep an eye on Tianxing Island.
After getting ready, Xiao Chen flew out silently, heading in the direction of Black Flame City. There is the Mingjue Temple, the largest temple in the entire Black Flame Island, where the incense is even more prosperous, and the number of pilgrims is more than a hundred times more than here.
The towering city wall came into view, and the city gate was heavily guarded by bald warriors wearing monk robes. On the city wall, Xiao Chen felt that there were at least two master-level martial saints guarding.
With Xiao Chen, who concealed his cultivation level with Guiyuan Jue, entered the city smoothly. After asking around, he found out the location of Mingjue Temple.
The grandeur and splendor of the temple was a bit shocking. After walking up thousands of steps and following the flow of people, Xiao Chen entered Mingjue Temple. This time, in the main hall, the statue in the center was not the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva, but the golden statue of Amitabha Buddha.
The eight great Bodhisattvas on the left and right, the thirty-two Mingwangs on both sides, and the statues of 108 Arhats, some with fierce expressions, were erected in various places in the temple for people to worship.
Of course, these are not real Buddha statues, but fake Buddhas with different appearances.
Xiao Chen could imagine without opening his eyes of the cave that the power of faith here was How rich.
The Amitabha statue in the central hall can be seen with naked eyes with faint circles of Buddha light, which makes it look more solemn and makes people worship and respect it.
Xiao Chen's heart sank when he saw this scene. The blood monk Zhuang Zhenghe is not the leader of this mysterious Buddhist force.
The real leader should be the real body of Amitabha standing in the center. Zhuang Zhenghe is just one of the eight great bodhisattvas under him.
"Donor, since you have entered Mingjue Temple, why are you standing outside the treasure hall and not moving forward."
In the hall, an old monk with a solemn appearance came and walked towards Xiao Chen with a kind face.
Xiao Chen took a look and was shocked. The strength of this old monk is not good. Not simple.
He already has the strength of a minor quasi-emperor, with thousands of circles of Buddha light on his body, and a golden sea of suffering behind him. Standing in the palace, Xiao Chen felt unfathomable.
When he came here, Xiao Chen had already realized that this force was not simple, and did not think of alarming the enemy. He said calmly: "Nothing, I just heard from my friends that the Buddhist sect on Black Flame Island is rising, so I came to join in the fun. I was shocked by the Buddha statues in the palace and was a little stunned."
The old monk smiled and said: "No, I think the donor is too murderous and sinful, so he dare not face the Western Buddhas. In fact, as long as you take a step forward, you can turn back and wash away all your sins."
Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows and said pointedly: "If I take this step, I'm afraid I'll have to go back. [,!] I won't be able to finish."
There is another mystery in the main hall here. Xiao Chen is not unwary and will not enter rashly.
The old monk pointed to the many mortals who were kneeling and worshiping the Buddha statue in the main hall, and said: "Donor, why do you say this? Don't you see that these believers all have peaceful faces?"
Xiao Chen said calmly: "What does it have to do with me? I have never thought about killing myself."
The old monk's smile did not diminish and he said: "It seems that the donor has a lot of troubles in his mind. Why don't you go into the hall and have a detailed talk with me? Maybe I can give you some pointers."
Xiao Chen remained calm and replied calmly: "Let's go some other time. I'm a little tired today."
After saying goodbye, the old monk said goodbye to Amitabha without trying to persuade him to stay, and then watched Xiao Chen leave.
When Xiao Chen walked away, the smile on the old monk's face immediately disappeared. He summoned a young monk and said in a deep voice: "Send someone to keep an eye on him and inform Manjushri Bodhisattva that Xiao Chen, the Blue Dragon King, is here."
After leaving the main hall, Xiao Chen walked faster and faster, knowing that his identity was exposed and the old monk saw it.
The water on Black Flame Island is much deeper than imagined. It would be a bit reckless for him to step into this island hastily.
After walking out of the city gate, Xiao Chen took off into the air and flew quickly towards the outside of the island. On this Black Flame Island, he always felt a bit weird and didn't have much sense of security.
When he was about to leave the island, a large swath of Buddha's light suddenly appeared in front of him, filling the entire sky. The endless sound of Buddha's voice resounded in all directions, all of which were the sound of chanting sutras and preaching.
The clouds were surging, and a huge Buddha statue blocked Xiao Chen's path, but it was the golden body of Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Blocking the front, like a mountain, Xiao Chen looked as small as an ant.
"Almsgiver Xiao, we meet again." The huge Dharma image spoke with a loud, booming voice. Every syllable can shock people's hearts and go straight to the bottom of their hearts.
Xiao Chen said with a smile: "Zhuang Zhenghe, I haven't seen you for two or three years. You don't want to be a blood monk, but you come to sit up as a Bodhisattva. You really ascended to heaven in one step, which is surprising."
Zhuang Zhenghe smiled and said: "No matter what, it can't be compared to Xiao Chen's benefactor. At a young age, he became famous all over Kunlun. The name of Qinglong King is now spread throughout the ocean world."
Xiao Chen didn't want to talk nonsense and said bluntly: "The past grudges between you and me are just a trivial matter. Tell me the truth about the purpose of sending people to my Tianxing Island."
Dharma Xiang opened his mouth and solemnly said: "Of course, open the altar, spread the teachings of my Buddha, save all living beings from the purgatory of food and sex, and take refuge in my Buddha."
Xiao Chen said coldly: "It seems that this grudge really cannot be resolved."
The Buddha smiled and said: "No, my Buddha is compassionate. As long as you have the heart to worship the Buddha, this Bodhisattva can personally save you and make you my Buddha's Dharma Protector Vajra."
Xiao Chen didn't want to fight with this person here on Heiyan Island, so he didn't want to say much, so he flashed his body and prepared to rush over.
Zhuang Zhenghe sneered, showing the Bodhisattva Dharma, with a sinister smile on his solemn face: "I won't look for you, you will come to your door yourself. If you want to leave now, it's too late!"
The mountain-like Dharma image was photographed with one palm, and the statues of Manjushri Bodhisattva spread across the entire Black Flame Island, streams of pure power of faith flowed out, rushing towards the Dharma image in the void.
Behind this Dharma image, circles of Buddha's light shined in circles, with various colors and colorful glazes, and the power instantly reached the state of Dzogchen Quasi-Emperor.
The huge palm fell, leaving Xiao Chen with nowhere to hide. With a slap of the palm, Xiao Chen was pushed back and smashed into a mountain peak with a bang.
boom!
Among the rubble on the mountain peak, Xiao Chen condensed the green dragon armor and shot it out. He looked at the Dharma in the sky, thoughtfully.
The power of the law of heaven in this palm was extremely powerful. In his heart, Xiao Chen compared it with a Dzogchen quasi-emperor he had come into contact with. However, in terms of the power of the law of heaven, it was completely comparable.
But in terms of refinement, it was far behind the powerful man from the East China Sea Dragon Palace next to Leng Shaofan.
If the strong man from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea hits him with a true palm, he will lose half of his ability, and he will not be able to escape if he is hit by another palm.
The Dharma image in front of me is just superficial and adequate, but the accuracy is far from enough.
Thinking about it, this should be a drawback of using the power of faith to practice. Otherwise, this kind of progress would be too unnatural.
Zhuang Zhenghe's current cultivation level is ridiculously higher than his own, but his true combat power may not be much better than his.
Stretching his shins, a banging sound came from within his body, and the lines engraved on the Qinglong armor shone brightly. Xiao Chen said lightly: "Zhuang Zhenghe, you are really naive to think that you can stop me like this." a little."