Chapter 835 Pulling Out the Buddha Bone

Her throat seemed to be on fire, and her dizziness was severe. Fenghuang suddenly remembered a sentence she saw when she didn't know what love was.

That's what it says.

"No matter how many roads I have walked hand in hand with you, how much I have touched you, and how many crazy things I have done for you, after we parted, when you mentioned it, it was still calm, and the person whose eyes were red without saying a word is me. you."

Maybe love is a game.

Whoever gets serious first loses.

Fenghuang smiled, and stood there alone, taking a long time to recover.

The gods and fairies in the distance are still talking and laughing, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the scenery in every place is beautiful and charming.

Fenghuang saw the witch who had just become a god again, then smiled, walked back to Buddhism step by step without saying a word.

Above the third heaven, nothing has changed.

The little monk ran over and asked where Fenghuang had gone, chattering along the way.

There was no time to make Fenghuang sad, and the matter of emptying the sea of ​​blood could not be delayed.

The little monk followed her with a low voice: "My lord, His Holiness has already looked for you twice, asking when you plan to go to hell."

Fenghuang stretched out his hand to pour water on Bodhi, without the slightest pause in his movements: "Go after pouring the water."

"Also, Dijun sent someone to bring you your favorite osmanthus cake, and said he wanted to ask you what kind of vegetarian meal you would like to eat at night." The little monk struggled to hold up the water: "Dijun probably doesn't know yet. Are you going to hell, my lord?"

Fenghuang didn't answer his question, just squatted under the bodhi tree, pouring water quietly, with a calm expression on his face.

The little monk almost suspected that Master Fenghuang hadn't heard what he said at all.

Just when the little monk was about to say it again, Fenghuang opened his mouth in a low voice, "I won't eat."

What do you mean by not eating? Are you not going anymore?

The little monk was full of doubts. Before he could react, Fenghuang stood up and casually tied up his waist-length black hair. The scimitar, reflecting her cassock and battle robe, was in full swing.

The phoenix is ​​undoubtedly beautiful, with long hair hanging down on the ground like a waterfall, and snow-white clothes blooming in all directions, like a water lily that has bloomed for thousands of years, with water-like grace flowing under the eyes, the most beautiful face in the world.

Such a face shouldn't be owned by a Buddhist or Daoist, because it's too ostentatious and unassuming.

However, Phoenix is ​​such an existence, even if she is badly injured, she will never lose the scimitar in her hand, just like she never knows how to bend her straight back.

The sea of ​​blood is eight thousand feet long in hell, and the rotten flesh emits a stench. The monsters roar in the sea of ​​blood, not afraid of the approach of the Buddha's light.

Surrounded by ghosts, the phoenix stood in the air, with the huge and gorgeous scimitar flapping in the strong wind.

Even so, those evil spirits who like to take advantage of loopholes also smell something wrong with her.

"Hahaha, such a faint Buddha's light also wants to clear the sea of ​​blood?"

"Buddha, Dao and Phoenix are nothing more than that!"

The ghosts sneered, the stench from the sea of ​​blood came from all directions, and the ghosts rushed towards the phoenix layer by layer.

"Buddhas and Taoists pay most attention to the cleanliness of the six senses. How can you empty the sea of ​​blood even if you are moved by the undead phoenix!"

"Today is your death day!"

The fierce ghost wrapped itself around Fenghuang's leg, faintly wanting to invade her exorcism shell.

The faint Buddha light was swallowed up bit by bit.

Just when Li Gui wanted to open his mouth and bite Phoenix's throat.

Fenghuang suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the scimitar in his hand pierced his left shoulder all at once.

Phoenix blood, like the fire of the Nine Heavens, can wipe out all sins!

The evil spirits stared in astonishment, watching the man standing on the sky, stepping on the churning sea of ​​blood, reaching out and slowly pulling out a bloody phoenix bone from his body, and then turning it into his hand The knife, white as jade fingers stained with golden blood.

The next second, she leaned forward and nailed the evil spirit into the sea of ​​blood with one blow!

Amidst the loud noise of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, countless evil spirits were sucked into the ground in an instant before they could show their heads!

"She, she even pulled out her own Buddha bone!" The evil spirits screamed!

The tsunami caused by the earthquake covered the sky and the sun, and the evil spirits screamed and wanted to turn around and flee.

The phoenix, however, was unknown, dripping with blood, with five fingers splitting apart, cutting through the wind and waves like ten thousand years of ice, and blasting the top evil spirits into a spectacular bloody flower stretching thousands of miles in the air!

She held the bent bone, and blood dripped down her fingertips. The golden Buddha light emanating from the phoenix bone suddenly split nine heavens and ten earths like a sharp sword, completely covering the four evil ways under the boundless Buddha voice.

From now on, there will be no sea of ​​blood in hell!

After finishing the slaughter, Fenghuang retracted the scimitar, supported his shoulder with his right hand, and walked back to the Buddhist path step by step.

The little monk had never seen Fenghuang in such a state of embarrassment, and every time she went out to battle she returned victorious.

But this time, even her hair was stained with blood, as if she would fall if she took one more step.

However, she always smiled faintly, and her figure was straight.

Those who are too bloody are not allowed to enter the Daxiong Palace.

Therefore, Phoenix can only stay outside the house.

Under the Bodhi tree is nothing but the best place.

Only there, no one would despise her as a sinner.

Fenghuang was leaning against the tree wearily, the pain from the blowing of the Buddha's bones made her let out a long breath.

"Wushuang, it's okay, it won't hurt soon."

Yes, it won't hurt any more soon.

Phoenix closed her eyes. On the top of the thirty-three heavens, she was like a bird tired of returning to her nest. She closed her eyes and slept for a whole afternoon.

Covered in blood, she refused to be accepted by Buddhism.

She can only heal herself in the most ineffective way in this way.

The blood from the shoulder overflowed again and again, even a phoenix knows what pain is.

That day, the wind that Bodhi shook out was warm.

Bodhi, who was stained with blood, learned a feeling that he had never had before.

That feeling is called distress.

The Buddha Qi on Fenghuang's body was getting lower and lower, so low that he was almost worried.

However, he can only be a Bodhi plant and watch everything happen quietly.

Later, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, the true Buddha became one.

In the heavy snow, Bodhi bowed down the nine thousand steps step by step.

Buddha asked Bodhi: "What wish do you want to make?"

He turned into a human being, and only said one sentence: "I want to keep her healthy and healthy for a lifetime, without any worries for a hundred years."

Empty the sea of ​​blood is the greatest joy of the Six Paths.

The emptying this time is different from the last time Dijun went to hell.

Within five hundred years, there will be no more evil spirits in the sea of ​​blood.

Buddhism and Taoism, of course, must set up a banquet to celebrate.

To celebrate the merits and virtues of saving sentient beings, it is even more important to celebrate that Buddhism and Taoism have surpassed the Tao of Heaven this time.

After Dijun heard the news, his first reaction was to frown: "Phoenix went to the sea of ​​blood?"