Chapter 1142 The Judge’s Pen, Change the World 5

Wuchen sat cross-legged on the ground, took off the beads from his wrist, and took another string of beads from his pocket and placed it in his hand.

He took off the plain monk robe again.

He was dressed in such a fashion that you couldn't tell. Only when he took it off did he realize that the inside of this inconspicuous monk's robe was covered with scriptures.

"I really owe you!"

What a madman!

He suddenly raised his hands, and the monk's robe turned upside down in the air and was draped around him.

The tiredness and laughter of the past all disappeared on the dust-free face. He sat cross-legged on the ground, performed the Buddha salute with one hand, and rolled the beads in his right hand, "My Buddha is compassionate and calls all living beings."

"All the suffering in the world is just clouds and smoke."

Wuchen's thin lips moved, he muttered words, and began to read the scriptures.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements. He sat on the ground, and there was no unnecessary color on his handsome face, which was all filled with compassion.

A faint Buddha's light emanated from around him, covering the entire formation and the young man who wrote calligraphy in it.

"boom!"

A loud thunder suddenly exploded in his ears. Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and saw a thunder coming in along the window, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and crashed down!

There was a solemn and cold look on Wuchen's face, he raised his right hand, and the Buddha beads showed extremely bright brilliance, forming a semicircle in front of Wuchen.

The young monk's pure white hands were hung with Buddhist beads. The round beads were spinning round and round, filling the sky with brilliance for a while.

The dazzling lightning struck the aura shield with a bang, but within a moment, the shield formed by the aura was crumbling, the lightning exploded, and the light shield shattered into pieces.

A strong wind arose.

The rain came in torrents.

The glass of the room they were in was shattered, and strong winds and heavy rain hit the room. The light tube crackled, struggled for a while, and exploded with a "pop", and the flying fragments fell to the ground.

Some of them were smashed together with the cups on the table and the murals on the wall. In the blink of an eye, the room was a mess.

Wuchen turned slightly to the side, and the fine piece of porcelain scratched his right cheek, leaving a thin blood mark, and blood beads seeped out from it.

The dark night made the young monk's eyes turn colder.

He raised his hand, wiped away the blood on his right cheek, and sat back indifferently.

At this moment, half of Yan Tao's words were written on the talisman paper.

The young man's thin lips were as red as blood, and his eyes were so pale that they were almost gone. The storm was raging all around, and her face was cold. She let her black hair be blown into a mess. She pressed the talisman paper with her left hand and started writing with difficulty with her right hand.

When the second thunder fell, Wuchen stood up expressionlessly, took a step forward, and chanted the sutra in his mouth without interruption. Most of the room was lit up.

The power of this thunder was even three points higher than before.

Wuchen looked at the top of the lightning light in the distance, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and waves of numbness and weakness came from his right hand.

What he cultivates is the Buddha of Merit and Virtue, saving people from suffering and overcoming three thousand hardships.

It is different from Shura Buddhist practice.

Shura Buddha is particular about killing the consequences of sin, and his skills are much better than his.

The Buddhist path he cultivated, there was really not much he could do in the face of the current disaster.

At this moment, it's just gritting one's teeth and holding on.

"boom!"

The lightning struck, Wuchen took off the monk's robe, threw the beads together, clasped his hands together and recited scriptures.

The beads were broken into fine pieces, and the monk's robe was burned to ashes.

However, this thunder has passed.

Wuchen covered his heart in pain and almost fainted from the pain: My magic weapon!