??????????????????????????????????The blood-red monks sat cross-legged on the spot, surrounded Han Sanqian, arranged in the positions of the eighteen Arhats, and poured out scriptures.
Streams of red scripture words floated out from their mouths, and then hit the shadow outside the flag one by one, and quickly penetrated the shadow and directly penetrated into Han Sanqian's body.
Han Sanqian suddenly felt dizzy, and the whole world was distorted and overturned.
That magical sound made me feel sleepy in this environment.
Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian's consciousness began to blur.
This is the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Flag.
The eighteen blood-red monks around are the eighteen protectors of the Demon Sect, the eighteen blood monks.
"Integrating blood refining, divine refining, and physical refining into one, even the most powerful people will experience physical and mental torture and the backlash of inner demons in the banner. Han Sanqian, let me see where you are going today!" Wang Huan When he saw Han Sanqian's situation, he burst into laughter.
Han Sanqian didn't know how long he was confused. Then, all the painful memories came to his mind. The painful things that Han Sanqian remembered deeply were constantly recalled in Han Sanqian's mind. The faces that had bullied him kept flashing in Han Sanqian's mind with smiles on them.
Su Yingxia's grievance, Han Nian's lonely and helpless crying when he was imprisoned by Futian, all of which kept stimulating Han Sanqian, making Han Sanqian's mood reach a low point, and at the same time, it brought him Anger and sadness.
At this moment, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a big Buddha.
The Buddha's light is dazzling, his body is mighty, his golden light is shining, and he is full of righteousness.
"Are you here?" Buddha chuckled slightly.
"Are you a Buddha? Where am I?" Han Sanqian frowned slightly.
"The predestined ones come by themselves, and there is no need to ask about anything. If you don't help people, how can you be a Buddha?" The Buddha chuckled: "It's just a grain of confusion in this dusty world, you and I are all the same."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and a huge lotus cloud appeared in front of Han Sanqian. The cloud was transparent, and you could see all kinds of things in the world. Some people were crying, some were laughing, some were rich and oily, and some were on the verge of starving to death. Wandering, some people sit back and relax, while others are filled with worries.
"Look at the various conditions in this world, which are extremely desolate, and all living beings are suffering. How is it the same as you? As long as you are born as a human being, you will have the three fires of greed. These three fires poison the human heart, so it makes people sink into reincarnation. Thousands of things are the root of evil, causing all sentient beings to suffer, and causing thousands of sorrows. That is why you have the kind of pain just now."
"If you want to forget the pain, you must learn to let go. If you persist, you will only become more nervous and more painful. The difference between gods and humans is that gods have let go, but humans have not. If you want to become a god, You have to learn to let go, you know?"
Han Sanqian frowned slightly and did not answer. He was just thinking about where this place was.
"You are here, do you want to leave here?" Buddha said softly.
Han Sanqian cannot deny it.
"You are trapped in this banner precisely because you have three fires, but you have divine roots. You and I are destined, so I will help you get out of this demonic banner." Buddha said softly.
"This is the demon flag created by the demon. The demon was the inner demon of the Buddha. He took the Buddha's all kinds of suffering and transformed into a body. He also used the Buddha's all kinds of evil to create the banner, and then used the Buddha's filth to transform into ten The eight demon monks echo each other and create troubles for the demons. They are very powerful. Simply, the Buddha found a way to break the flags and let me save the destined people." Buddha said.
Han Sanqian nodded and said with slight respect: "Then how can we break the flag?"
"Devils, banners and monster monks are all the evil of the Buddha. If you want to despise these, you must learn the goodness of the Buddha. You must learn to let go, let go of people, let go of things, let go of your heart, let go of everything in the world, and follow my Buddha's teachings." After the Buddha finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. At this time, the Sanskrit sound sounded, and the sound was pleasing to the ears, making Han Sanqian suddenly feel a sublime feeling.
Without thinking too much, Han Sanqian closed his eyes slightly, followed the Buddha's teachings with his heart, listened to the Buddha's voice, and slowly fell into concentration.
And the periphery at this time.
Han Sanqian sat down slowly, and at the same time, he also put down all his guard.
"This idiot, he really thought that the Buddha was saving him." Ye Gucheng sneered coldly.
Wang Xuuzhi smiled evilly: "If you practice Buddhism, you might become a god. Don't say that."
"You can practice Buddhism, but you have to go to the West first." Ye Gucheng sneered.
Wang Suzhi laughed: "Then we'll send him to the West for a while."
After saying that, Wang Huzhi smiled at the eighteen blood monks. The blood monks understood and said:The frequency is also faster, Sanskrit fonts are spoken faster from the mouth, and they fly towards the banner one by one.
At this time, Han Sanqian was feeling the universal illumination of Buddha's light in the flag, and his heart felt very at ease.
"The power of the Heavenly Demon Banner cannot be underestimated. Do we want to help?"
In the world of Bafang, another voice floated in the sky.
"He can walk out of your trial tower, why should you be afraid that he can't walk out of a demon flag?"
"makes sense."
"Everything has its own destiny, just let it go. He wants to become the strongest, how can he not go through a lot of hard work?"
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s a blessing or a curse for him to meet you.¡± Another voice said with a bitter smile.
"It depends on his own destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, in the world of Bahuang, Han Sanqian began to feel more and more the mystery of Buddhism as he entered samadhi. He was like a big fish that had been dry for a long time and suddenly came to the vast water. Except for Apart from traveling to his heart's content, Han Sanqian couldn't find any other way to enjoy himself.
Outside the banner, the Eighteen Blood Monks continued to sit in formation, while Wang Xuzhi had already led several of his men to the outside of the banner. The group of people now had a black glove on their hands.
"Damn it, this kid has done so much harm to our Medicine God Pavilion. The battle at Baguio Palace almost ruined the reputation of our Medicine God Pavilion. As an elder of the Medicine God Pavilion, it would be a waste of our lives not to avenge this revenge." An old man drank lightly, and then concentrated his energy on his right hand wearing a black glove, and slapped Han Sanqian who was meditating in the banner with his palm.
boom! ! !
The palm hit his back, and there was a huge muffled sound. It was obvious that the old man almost used all his strength. Even though Han Sanqian was protected by the immortal mysterious armor, Han Sanqian still couldn't help but let Han Sanqian's body hurt when he was defenseless. His body was severely injured, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
But at this time, Han Sanqian not only did not feel any pain, but also showed no resistance. Instead, he had a faint smile on his lips.
"A little waste dares to be above me. Didn't you say you want to settle things with me? I will satisfy you and settle things with you now." Ye Gucheng smiled coldly and also poured energy into the gloves. He aimed his right hand at Han Sanqian's chest and slapped it down again.
The blood at the corner of Han Sanqian's mouth couldn't help but flow faster.
Immediately afterwards, the people next to Wang Suzhi faced Han Sanqian one after another, just like the people before, they kept hitting Han Sanqian.
"The strange thing is that the blood at the corner of Han Sanqian's mouth is like a stream of blood, but he is still smiling.
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