Chapter 668 The Power of the Buddhist Kingdom

Chapter 668: The Power of the Buddha Country

Just like the fairy's mustard world, Buddhism also has the Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm.

The small world where Wu Qi and Ao Buzun are at this moment is the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of their hand. Cigarettes are floating, the breeze is flowing, the light of the relics shines in all directions, and the majesty of Buddhism is naturally contained in every inch of space. The big mountain in front of him was like a living giant beast. The pressure made Wu Qi frown for a while, and all his muscles and bones made a rattling sound under the pressure of the aura.

The Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm is different from the mustard world of immortals. Immortals with great connections and profound inheritance can also refine their own mustard world by chance. However, the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of Buddhism relies entirely on the power of believers' faith to condense. Every plant, tree, water and stone here is condensed by the pure power of faith. Without strong enough Buddhist power and without enough believers to provide the power of faith, it is impossible for a Buddhist cultivator to unite its own Buddhist kingdom.

Generally speaking, only a Bodhisattva with a strength equivalent to that of a Golden Immortal, and a Golden Bodhisattva with extremely profound cultivation among the Bodhisattvas, can condense the Buddha's kingdom. But the Monk Mingli I just saw outside is probably a top-notch golden Arhat. He is still far away from the realm of Bodhisattva. How could he be able to gather such a Buddhist kingdom?

Standing on a lotus and looking at the mountain in front of you, you can see at least 10 million believers walking around the mountain chanting Buddha's name! With Monk Mingli's little cultivation, how could he gather so many devout believers? There are ten million believers, not counting those who are practicing in the temple. This number is really terrifying.

In the Buddhist Kingdom of Buddhism, only devout believers can be introduced into the Buddhist Kingdom. Generally speaking, it is very good if there can be one devout believer who meets the conditions among ten thousand believers, and only one out of a hundred can be introduced. More than 10 million devout believers can gather here. It will take a long time for this Buddhist country to accumulate such a large number of believers.

Shaking his head, Wu Qi mumbled a few times in confusion.

Ao Buzun's eyes were shining. He looked greedily at the countless believers walking slowly on the mountain. He smiled softly and introduced the benefits of these believers to Wu Qi. These believers are actually people after death. After their physical bodies died, their souls came here after being guided by the master of the Buddhist kingdom, and were condensed into physical bodies by Buddhist magical powers. These bodies are an aggregation of pure energy and souls. Especially because they have been chanting scriptures for many years, their souls have been nourished to be extremely strong. If they are believers who have lived in the Buddhist kingdom for more than a thousand years, their soul power will be at least ordinary. More than a hundred times that of mortals.

When Ao Buzun was still a lewd dragon, seducing women from good families, there were those bold demonic immortals who specially attacked the Buddhist kingdom of Buddhist Bodhisattvas. Once they broke through the Buddhist kingdom, they would rob all the believers at a very fast speed. These believers with extremely powerful souls use them to refine various magic weapons, which are countless times more powerful than those made from the souls of ordinary mortals.

After listening to Ao Buzun’s introduction,

Wu Qi looked at Ao Buzun thoughtfully.

With his two front paws spread out from side to side, Ao Buzun narrowed his eyes and laughed strangely. He murmured in a low voice and told Wu Qi that these believers in the Buddhist kingdom were of great use. Even if Wu Qi had no use for them, he could still capture them and trade them. In Ao Buzun's memory, there are several trading markets secretly opened by demonic immortals. Buddhist believers are hot commodities in these markets. Taking ten thousand Buddhist believers as a unit, each unit of Buddhist believers is worth tens of millions. , can make an immortal rich overnight.

And here, there are at least 10 million Buddhist believers who have a long history but have no fighting ability!

Wu Qi's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the mountain ahead with bright eyes and suddenly sneered: "This monk is confused. Since he wants to send me here, no wonder I'm so rude, right?"

With a wild laugh, Wu Qi also thought of the use of these believers. Even if they were not traded, they would still be first-class sacrifices. Originally, Wu Qi had nothing to do with these believers, but since Monk Mingli openly invaded Wu Qi's territory and used the secret method of the Buddha's kingdom to capture Wu Qi, it is no wonder that Wu Qi was cruel to them.

Opening his mouth and taking a breath, a large amount of chaotic aura spurted out. The believers who were walking slowly around the mountain exclaimed at the same time. Their bodies flew up and followed the chaotic aura toward Wu Qi's mouth. Flying in.

Suddenly, from the large temple on the top of the mountain, a loud and high-pitched Buddha's call came, 'The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find shore'! The Buddha's name, carrying the powerful power of the Buddha, condensed into a bolt of thunder in the void and blasted into Wu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to knock him out. However, Wu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness was empty and boundless. His innate chaotic soul was hidden in the boundless sea of ​​consciousness, and protected by the forbidden divine flames. That Buddha's name was like a stone thrown into the sea, without splashing. The slightest ripple disappeared without a trace.

With a cold snort, Wu Qi casually made a seal and released it towards the temple. He chanted a thunder curse in his mouth, preparing to rain down thunder to level the temple. But as soon as the seals and spells were issued, Wu Qi screamed in surprise. The spells and seals he released were of no use at all. There was not even a trace of energy fluctuation, and there was no thunder at all as he imagined.

Ao Buzun let out a long sigh and explained to Wu Qi the mystery of the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.

The mustard world of the immortals has various extreme attributes according to their cultivation methods, such as seas of lava, ice and snow, clouds and thunder, boundless hurricanes, etc. But the Buddhist kingdom of Buddhist monks is all about virtue. There is no other power in their Buddhist kingdom. What fills the Buddhist kingdom is only the pure Buddhist power cultivated by Buddhist monks! How can an immortal practice Buddhist techniques? Therefore, after an immortal is imprisoned in the Buddhist kingdom, it will not take long for the immortal power in his body to be exhausted and he will become an object of slaughter.

It was as if Wu Qi had just recited a spell and wanted to release thunder to attack people, but there was no aura of heaven and earth for him to mobilize. Unless he expended his own mana, not a single spark would come out.

Wu Qi suddenly realized that this Buddhist country was quite interesting.

The era of the person who inherited the Sutra from Wuqi and Thieves began in ancient times and lasted for dozens of kalpas before ending abruptly. The records of Buddhism in the Sutra from Stealing are only limited to those ancient Buddhas who existed in ancient times. period. Therefore, under the bottomless abyss of Beiming, Wuqi was able to identify the remains of the ancient Buddha that the master of Miaoying Palace used to suppress the formation. But he was a bit vague about the various methods used by Buddhist monks.

The beauty of the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand was only truly understood by Wu Qi after listening to Ao Buzun's description.

With a cold snort, Wu Qi waved his hand, and just as he was about to mobilize the chaotic spiritual energy in his body to turn into thunder to attack the enemy, dense crowds of figures suddenly rushed out of the countless temples on the mountain. Among those who rushed towards Wuqi from Stepping on the Cloud, those in front were three hundred strong men wearing golden armor, several feet tall, and bearing a golden dragon head. Behind these three hundred dragon-headed men are more than a million mighty monks wearing cassocks of various colors and holding white jade Zen staffs.

These monks formed a neat square formation of 10,000 people. They chanted the name of the Buddha, "The Buddha with Many Treasures," and came towards Wuqi with a fierce look on his face. Especially the three hundred dragon-headed people in front of them. Wu Qi could tell at a glance that their own cultivation was only around the level of thirty-grade heavenly immortals. However, after being blessed by some unknown forces in the Buddhist kingdom, the auras exuding from their bodies were actually... Chasing the fifth-grade immortal.

Among the millions of monks, many of them have a level of cultivation equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm of those cultivating immortals, but with the blessing of that magical power, the aura on their bodies is actually the same as that of immortals. They were surrounded by Buddha's light, like Arhats made of pure gold, roaring and heading straight towards Wuqi.

In this way, there are three hundred high-level immortals and over one million immortals here!

Wu Qi and Ao Buzun's faces turned blue. Even though they were so bold, Ao Buzun was still at the Golden Immortal level. But Ao Buzun, who had just stepped into the Golden Immortal realm, could lend him ten courages. I don’t dare to fight against a million-level immortal being!

One million, even if Ao Buzun stood there to kill them, he would kill them with mercy; even if they let Ao Buzun devour them without any resistance, Ao Buzun's belly would be burst by these million monks.

Wu Qi hurriedly opened his chaotic eyes and looked at the dragon heads and great monks.

From every temple in the mountain, a magnificent golden beam of light rose into the sky and poured into the heads of these people. A golden halo rippled around these people, and their bodies formed a set of translucent golden armor that could only be seen by Wu Qi's Chaos Divine Eyes. These armors are several inches thick and are inlaid with countless golden ten-thousand-character Buddha seals and golden lotus flowers. On each lotus stands a Buddha. All the Buddhas have their hands in a seal on their chests, and a white light shines out from between their eyebrows, protecting them. Inhabited the bodies of these dragon-headed people and great monks.

It was this set of armor that attracted the blessing of some powerful beings, giving them strength far beyond their own realm.

Looking at these people coldly, Wu Qi pointed at the dragon-headed people and snorted: "These people look similar to Old Dragon King Wan Ying and the others. Could it be that they are also members of the dragon clan?"

Ao Buzun screamed in surprise, and his eyes suddenly shot out two very thin lights and looked at the dragon-headed people. Then Ao Buzun suddenly started to curse. From some elders of the Dragon Clan to the heads of some branches of the Dragon Clan, Ao Buzun greeted their whole family with all kinds of obscene words, and especially expressed his enthusiasm that he wanted to The earnest hope of developing some purely sexual relationships with their daughters and granddaughters.

"They are people from the Dragon Clan, but they abandoned the Dragon Clan's Dragon Transformation Sutra and other magical powers. What they practice are Buddhist magical powers!"

Ao Buzun was so angry that he trembled all over: "Those bastards who are not even wanted by our ancestors, they actually practice Buddhist magical powers!"

While he was talking, three hundred dragon-headed men had already rushed in front of Wu Qi. One of them raised a vajra and smashed it down on Wu Qi's head.

"All evil spirits and heretics who enter my Buddha land must bow their heads and take refuge!"

The three hundred dragon-headed men roared in unison, while Wu Qi instinctively punched the Vajra. Even with the blessing of Buddha's power, the auras of these dragon-headed people are only at the level of fifth-grade immortals, and Wu Qi has not yet taken them seriously.

There was a loud noise, and Wu Qi snorted and retreated sharply. The aura exuded by the dragon-headed man was only at the level of a fifth-grade heavenly immortal, but the power on his vajra was astonishingly great. Wu Qi felt as if ten thousand mountains had fallen from a high altitude. His wrist bones were broken and even his shoulders were dislocated by the shock.

Wu Qi was beaten and retreated sharply, but those dragon-headed men had already swooped up, and all the Vajra pestles smashed down on his head and face. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation at *** (******), ***. Your support is my biggest motivation.)