Chapter 2545 You Finish Your Performance and I Take the Stage

"Amitabha..." Ci Mei did not show any weakness, and used the lion's roar to proclaim the Buddha's name, "There is no love in life, no worries in death. I, the Buddha, turn my heart to heaven. Today I will cleanse my Jiangchao Temple, and tomorrow I will destroy your Duanmu family. !”

"Hahaha, let's just wait and see!!!" The arrogant voice laughed and flew away like a whirlwind.

"Duanmu Family?" Jingcheng trembled slightly and exclaimed in surprise, "How come a first-class Confucian cultivator family shows up now? Is this... is this the head of the Duanmu Family?"

"It's not Duanmu Tianzhi!" Ci Mei's face turned pale as she whispered, "Duanmu Lianheng is the disciple of the Duanmu family who has the best chance of entering the realm of literary saint."

"Literary Saint?" Jingcheng didn't know what to say. He looked at the embarrassed monks and believers around him and whispered, "Where are these believers praying for blessings?"

"Persuade them to leave!" Ci Mei also made up her mind at this time, "They can only force me here. They are determined."

"But..." Jingcheng smiled bitterly, "Disciple heard that Buddhist believers from all nine states in the Hidden Immortal Continent are also coming towards Jiang Chao Temple. How can we stop it? Even these believers... I don't think so. I can persuade him to leave!"

"If they don't leave..." Ci Mei bit her lip and lowered her voice, "Then... there will be a battle between immortals and Buddhas!"

"Keng..." As soon as Ci Mei's voice fell, a shocking sword cry sounded from the opposite side where Duanmu Lianheng flew away, which could not help but cover up Ci Mei's words. Even the chants of ten thousand monks and the sound of wooden fish bells were annihilated. Tens of thousands of believers couldn't help covering their ears with their hands, with a look of pain on their faces.

Ci Mei looked up in shock, only to see a huge sword on the horizon flashing with extremely dazzling sword brilliance like a flying fairy from the sky. It rolled up with an almost unparalleled power and fell towards the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva beside him. The slightest thunderbolt in the sound of the sword also shook the sky.

"Woooooooo..." As the sword light appeared, dozens of powerful wills suddenly appeared around Jiang Chaoling. As soon as these wills were born. Immediately powerful winds and clouds rolled up, hurricanes swirled, and all consciousness flew in all directions...

"Ah..." Ci Mei was shocked, not only by the shocking sword, but also by the consciousness hidden around her, needless to say. It must be the consciousness of those strong Confucian cultivators, and it must be the work of the strong people who pay attention to Jiang Chaoguan. I haven't noticed it for so long. Although I don't know if they can know who killed Shan, but... But what I just said...

But Ci Mei no longer had time to think too much. The style of the sword was truly dazzling, and the fierce flames of the sword were truly arrogant. Everyone felt a sense of awe and fear in their hearts, as if they were ants under the light of the sword!

"Amitabha..." Ci Mei was surprised and had perseverance in her eyes.

The Buddha's light appeared under his feet, and Buddha clouds emerged all over his body, flying up into the sky with Ci Mei. The Buddha clouds are rolling, the Buddha's light is shining, and Ci Mei's golden body of Dharma is getting bigger and bigger. A huge lotus inspired more compassion than before, and headed towards the sword light!

"Master..." Jingcheng next to him was shocked. With his cultivation level, he could see that Ci Mei was no match for this sword light. This time, Ci Mei had no other choice but to fall into reincarnation.

"Amitabha..." Ci Mei's Buddha light was suppressed by the sword light and was almost annihilated, but just when he was about to die generously. Another Buddha's name resounded throughout the sky. This Buddha's name was unusually compassionate. When listening to human ears, unspeakable vicissitudes of life immediately arise in the heart, and then in the sky above Ci Mei. Thousands of flowers bloom, and under each flower there is a heavenly dragon supporting it. On the side of each flower there is a goddess dancing, and inside each flower there are countless Buddhist sutras chanted! Waves of thought power emerged from the void, surrounding these flowers and enveloping the entire Changsheng Town.

Seeing such a vision, Ci Mei's face lit up with joy, "Boom, boom..." The sword light suddenly came down, and thousands of flowers were annihilated, just like thousands of small worlds disappearing. But in the shock of the Buddha, all the sentient beings were born again, and thousands of flowers were poured out by the heavenly dragons!

"Buzz..." The sword light flourished and disappeared into the flowers in a few breaths. The light above the sword light turned into thousands of tiny bodies, and the body spit out sword light again, blowing away the Tianlong under the flowers. Kill!

"Roar..." A huge roar of dragons suddenly came out from the flowers again, and nine dragon shapes rushed out, instantly transforming into a thousand-foot-long dragon body and pounced on the flying sword with teeth and claws!

"Boom..." Countless broken fireflies flew around, and a heavy impact spread in all directions. However, the entire Changsheng Town was protected by the flowers, so there was no damage during the death of the flowers.

In the explosion, a square flying sword was revealed. This flying sword looked ordinary, but the shocking majesty of the almost edgeless flying sword was really frightening. Under the flying sword, the Nine Dragons also disappeared, and a Nine Dragons tin staff flashed with precious light. The precious light swayed slightly, as if full of compassion, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Amitabha..." The faint Buddha's name shook the sky, and a bright and unusually bright Buddha cloud emerged from where the tin staff came from before, and slowly flew over. Before the Buddha cloud could approach, a faint voice sneered, "The new arrival in the Buddha Kingdom Manjushri Bodhisattva has actually come to our Hidden Immortal Continent. How lucky we are to be in Hidden Immortal Continent! Since it is Manjushri Bodhisattva who has come, I will give you a face. Let’s see how your Leiyin Temple handles things here! I will come again and kill your golden Buddha statue with my sword!”

After the words were spoken, the long sword turned into a rainbow and flew away upside down. Where the sound came from, there was a misty white cloud and there was no trace of the person coming.

"Amitabha, thank you!" The sword left, the Bodhisattva came, and a faint voice came out of the Buddha's light. Where the Buddha cloud dissipated, a Manjusri Bodhisattva rode a green lion and stepped into the air, with a green lotus in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. His face was as solemn as a boy.

Watching the Buddha's light behind Manjusri Bodhisattva's head flowing into a mirror, and countless powers of faith surging like the mighty rivers and lakes, Cimei felt a stabbing pain in his heart for no reason. He knew in his heart that even if Cihui was only in the Mingtu realm before he attained the fruit, as long as he attained the fruit, Cihui, as a Bodhisattva, could use the Buddha's fruit behind his head to call on the Buddha's light and the power of faith of hundreds of millions of believers, even if the power of thought accumulated in the previous life could be used in this life. This is the true magical power of the Bodhisattva who has attained the fruit.

Cimei did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly prostrated in the air, chanting the Buddha's name, saying: "Disciple Cimei greets Manjusri Bodhisattva..."

"Get up..." Manjusri Bodhisattva came down from the blue lion, waved his hand, and the nine-dragon tin staff fell into his hand, turning into an ordinary one.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" Cimei stood up and whispered, "Disciple had sent a Buddhist certificate to Leiyin Temple before coming to Jiangchao Temple from Hanling Temple. Disciple did not expect the Bodhisattva to come to Changsheng Town so soon. I wonder what Buddhist decree my Buddha Tathagata has?"

"This..." Manjusri Bodhisattva had a trace of embarrassment on his face, and then said frankly, "I came here in accordance with the Buddhist decree of my Buddha, but this Buddhist decree has nothing to do with Changsheng Town! I just saw that the situation in Jiangchao Temple was critical, and I couldn't bear to see the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva being robbed, so I took action..."

"Ah??" Cimei was stunned, looking at Manjusri Bodhisattva in disbelief. He really didn't understand why the Bodhisattva, who would not leave Leiyin Temple unless there was something important, would leave Leiyin Temple and suddenly come to the Tibetan Immortal Continent? Could it be that there are more important things in the world today than the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva in Changsheng Town, or more important things than the battle between immortals and Buddhas?

There are many things that Cimei doesn't know!

In the southwest of the Tibetan Immortal Continent, near the East China Sea, a huge storm has just hit the gloomy sky. The sky seems to be trampled by thousands of black horses. Between the layers of clouds, the dazzling sunlight passes through the gaps and shines on the roaring waves on the coast of the East China Sea.

The waves are like flowers, each one is gorgeous. In the surging sea of ​​flowers, a large wooden strip that looks like a boat but not a boat breaks through the waves. There are two people standing on the wood. The one in front is a young monk, about seventeen or eighteen years old. The monk has red lips and white teeth, which is indescribably handsome, but the bald head and the moon-white monk's robe show the monk's temperament incomparably extraordinary! Handsome is not only about appearance, but also a pair of bright eyes that are brighter than the stars in the night sky, and these starry eyes reveal an incomparable compassion and unspeakable vicissitudes.

Looking behind the monk, a hunchbacked boatman was rowing weakly with a worn-out oar in his hand. The boatman was wearing a straw hat and occasionally looked up at the monk's back, but there was always confusion in the boatman's eyes.

Behind the wood they sat on, there were scattered wood chips, ropes, cloth and other things for several miles, as if a huge ship had just been in distress in the waves.

Not long after, the big wooden plank approached the shore, and the monk jumped off the wood and stood steadily in the water on the shore, then turned around and whispered: "Amitabha, boatman, I will help you get off the boat!"

The boatman threw away the oar and walked over not too quickly. The monk carefully helped the boatman and helped him to the shore. Then he clasped his hands together respectfully and said, "Thank you, my dear. If you hadn't sent me off, I would have been buried in the belly of the fish like everyone else."

"You're welcome!" The boatman waved his hand, his voice a little high-pitched, "I just don't know why you, the little monk, don't practice well in the Pure Land, and travel thousands of miles from the Pure Land to the Tibetan Immortal Continent? What are your plans for the future?"

"You are wrong!" The monk laughed, "As long as you have Buddha in your heart, you can practice anywhere! Whether it is the Pure Land or the Tibetan Immortal Continent. The place I want to go is Changsheng Town. Your ship has been damaged. I wonder what your plans are? It's a pity that I am penniless and can't help you. Otherwise... please go to Changsheng Town with me, maybe I can ask the temples in Changsheng Town to help you." (To be continued)