Bai Yutang was stunned for a moment before dispersing the immortal power in the soul into the meridians all over his body.

But the monk stretched out his palm, covered it on top of his head, chanting Buddhism in his mouth, and a golden Buddha power poured out from his palm, and then he threw himself from Baihui and rushed straight to the purple palace!

The next moment, Bai Yutang suddenly twitched all over and let out a burst of screams from his mouth!

It turned out that the golden spiritual power entered the purple palace and was raging everywhere. In an instant, it had wrapped his soul heavily, turning into countless flying blades, shattering it into pieces, and the purple palace was shaking.

With a "boom", the Yuanshen Zifu had been fried into powder...

The scream stopped abruptly, Bai Yutang suddenly spit out a large mouthful of black blood, and the whole person suddenly felt a sudden silence. The golden spiritual power destroyed the purple palace of Dantian and rushed towards the tendons around him, just like lava. Wherever he went, the immortal power disappeared and the meridians were broken step by step!

Bai Yutang had already collapsed on the ground, but as the fat monk recited Buddhism, he slowly stood up again, crossed his arms, his eyes gradually became confused, but followed the Buddha's voice, muttering something in a low voice, and the voice became louder and louder-

He actually recited the scriptures!

The fat monk had already retracted his palm and closed his chest. His mouth suddenly became faster. Bai Yutang couldn't keep up at first, but even after he recited it, he was already mature and he started chanting quickly.

The two Buddhist sounds are thick and the other is sharp and thin. They gradually merge together, and it seems that there is only one person!

After reciting the meal, Bai Yutang's black hair suddenly fell off, and she slid from her shoulders with a green jade hair crown, falling to the ground with a "splash".

The master and apprentice ignored him and still chanted the scriptures in a hurry. The Baiyutang Dantian Purple Mansion was destroyed. The breath had fallen straight from the top-grade Xuanxian, and it was like a mortal. At this time, it gradually recovered and finally stabilized in the early stage of the lower-grade immortal.

The fat monk suddenly closed his mouth. Bai Yutang was already bald, but he still recited it again. He opened his eyes with an unfulfilled look. His expression was no longer as flexible and jumpy as before, but he was a little dull and a solemn expression. He was neither happy nor angry:

"Amitabha, thank you for your enlightenment!"

The fat monk seemed quite satisfied and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The immortals looked at each other in shock. In just a moment, the Bai Yutang seemed to have become a different person!

Who can withstand such a method?

The fat monk turned around and took a black robes and a pair of straw shoes from the closet, and handed them to Yuanjue:

"My Buddha is compassionate and his practice is very different from that path. He must recite scriptures diligently, understand Buddhism, and allow himself to save others and attain the fruit. He can reshape his golden body, enjoy the incense of believers, and cultivate the power of faith."

Yuanjue bowed and took the black robe and hemp shoes, without avoiding others, so he took off the brocade robe that had seen before, changed into black robe, stepped on the black robe, and put it together:

"Master, how do you save yourself and others?"

The fat monk said solemnly:

"The so-called saving oneself, and being a teacher has helped you step into the threshold. After that, you need to diligently practice Buddhism, clear the world, eliminate the six desires, and eliminate the seven emotions. When the Dharma is perfect, you will naturally develop a Buddha's heart."

Hearing this, Yuanjue subconsciously touched his chest. Suddenly, he felt something strange, so he sank his spiritual consciousness into his eyes. He couldn't help but change his color in shock and said:

"Master, my heart... is gone?"

It turned out that although the purple palace of Dantian was gone, his heart was not flying. There was only a little golden in that place, and he was not dead yet?

"What should I keep the ordinary heart!"

The fat monk scolded, his voice slowed down, and pointed at the immortals in the hall and said:

"As for saving people, it is to save these people... These pagans are stubborn, disrespectful to Buddhism, greedy for lust and enjoy misfortune, kill more and fight for more, and should fall into the sea of ​​suffering, refine their skin and wash their souls... In the future, you will practice Buddhism with your brothers and brothers on the sea of ​​suffering and preach the Buddhist scriptures."

Yuanjue's eyebrows and eyes drooped, and said quietly:

"Yes, Master!"

The fat monk said again:

"If someone develops a trace of Buddha nature in the sea of ​​suffering, he will stop struggling and proclaim the Buddha's name. This is an opportunity, so he should save him ashore. As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

The master and apprentice talked happily, and did not avoid the immortals in the palace.

The fat monk seemed to have said it to them on purpose, and then said to Yuanjue:

"Every time one person is saved, the Buddha's heart will be true. When the Buddha's heart is consolidated and has been born in the Vajra position, you can ascend from the sea of ​​suffering, enter the Great Leiyin Temple to reshape the golden body, and enjoy the incense of all kinds!"

After a turn of the topic, he shouted to the immortals in the hall:

"You haven't woken up yet?"

All the immortals seem to understand but not understand. They only hear that if they do not surrender, they will fall into the sea of ​​suffering and suffer. Otherwise, there are many benefits.

Bai Yue, who was eavesdropping on the side, already understood:

It turns out that the blood river is a sea of ​​suffering!

The countless creatures that were suffering from the corruption were all "stubborn and disrespectful to Buddhism" and so on, which were captured by these bald donkeys but refused to enter the Buddhist sect!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt cold all over. The Buddhist hand was so vicious that he just stole people everywhere. Those who followed were like this white jade hall. Those who did not follow would eventually suffer like the skeleton, and then be pulled out of the sea of ​​suffering...

The ending is not the same?

All the immortals were silent and were all the leaders of the major sects in the heavenly realm. If they wanted to surrender, they would have been like the Baiyu Hall. How could they wait until now?

The fat monk sneered, and with his big sleeves, a wall turned into a mirror.

Suddenly a big river appeared from it. The river was extremely wide. It was bloody and stormy. There was no sight of the other shore. However, there was no water in the river. Only blood waves were flying, and there were shrill wails, floating in it, with many broken human figures floating...

The fat monk shouted coldly:

"That's how stubborn and unrespectful to me, I will end up!"

For a moment, a few more people were trembling and left the crowd. The rest of the faces were contemptuous. The Shushan hero even sneered. Bai Yue had already controlled the Sumeru mustard seeds and quietly landed on Wen Ying's shoulder. If one is not good, he would snatch people and run away!

But the fat monk was impatient and said in a deep voice:

"Since that's the case, I'll make you happy!"

He picked up the sack on his waist, and a strong suction suddenly emerged from the mouth of the bag. In an instant, the immortals who refused to surrender had been put into the bag. He followed the previous Bai Yutang's method and wanted to make the immortals who changed their minds...

In the sack.

The immortals were sealed and could not speak yet.

There seems to be a restriction in this bag. Once it falls into it, you will feel soft and soft bones all over your body, and you can't lift up any part of your immortal power. It's even difficult to even use the sound transmission technique.

The immortals were still scared, and suddenly a white shadow flashed, and a young man in white with a sword-browed eyebrows and a giant sword on his back appeared in the bag. When he saw him, Wen Ying looked happy.

Bai Yue felt soft and held his body hard and said:

"After Yang Guo, who was entrusted by the sect leader of Xuantian Sect, came to rescue Wen Ying and Feixue, the two fairies. Since you are unwilling to surrender to Buddhism, you will be in a short time to suffer in the sea of ​​suffering. Are you willing to leave together?"

The immortals looked at each other and dared not believe it.

How could a dignified Xuantian Sect send a low-grade true immortal to save people?

Besides, the fat monk is so powerful. Not to mention that the sack cannot be released, even if he goes out, can he really escape?

How did this person come in? It’s not an undercover agent?
Chapter completed!