To this end, the eminent monk Yifa personally wrote a treatise on the Dhamma, admonishing the world to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, recite the sutras and righteousness often, and never commit crimes or crimes, or else they will fall into the eight cold hells after death and suffer unbearably. Word.

"...from the heart. All kinds of dharmas. From the law, all kinds of hearts...[3]"

The Buddhist beads in the hands of the monks twisted like a torrential rain, and their lips moved. Although they were still trying to remain calm, the sound of chanting sutras was already trembling.

The "Eight Cold Hells" written by the eminent monk Yifa is far away in the wild, 90,000 miles away from the world. No one in this world knows the geometry of the desolate cold, but what you see and hear in front of your eyes is clearly alive, the eight cold hells on earth!

The Buddhist Sanskrit sound and the mournful screams of the refugees were linked together. The disciples of Shanhaige were walking on the city wall with swords in hand, and they kept swinging their swords.

There are Buddhist disciples here, and the ghosts and ghosts of the refugees who have just died have been purified and suppressed, and there are no signs of immediate corpses. But the corpses that crawled out of the soil took the opportunity to hide among the living, and when they approached the city wall, they immediately threw themselves at the monks who were chanting scriptures.

"Wherever it fits. The mind is there. The mind has no body. There is nothing to fit. If there is no body [4]... ah!!!"

A young monk who was chanting scriptures was caught off guard, and was thrown in the face by the corpse that jumped out of the chest and abdomen of the refugee. With a scream, he was caught by the neck and fell backwards.

As soon as he fell, the section of the city wall he was guarding immediately burst into black gas, and the corpse that was squeezed to the extreme in the middle of the human ladder immediately lifted up and exploded from the inside out. The refugee who had just climbed the city wall only had time to shout, "Don't drag me!", and three or four cold and stiff hands grabbed them into their flesh like hooks and dragged them down.

Flesh and blood flew, screaming everywhere.

"...not right."

A beautiful, young monk in white robes stood on the glazed spire of the white jade boat in the golden building, and while a beam of Buddha light fell, he quickly scanned the entire chaotic Beicheng area.

The white-robed monk's legal name is Qingtan.

In terms of seniority, Qing Tan was regarded as the nephew of the monk Budu.

He is the new Buddhist son selected by the Buddhist sect not long ago.

Compared with the Buddhist monk Budu, who was known all over the world with the name of "three crossings and three crossings" when he was young, and who later became bloody and white with bones, the Qingtan Buddha seemed a little underwhelming. Although his cultivation is high, he has not done anything amazing so far... You must know that when the monk Budu was about his age, he was ordered by the Buddha to go to Qingzhou, personally experienced the Candle South Great Calamity, and participated in the flooding. Continent Incident.

This time, a catastrophe is imminent in Xizhou, and Qingtan asked himself to lead a group of Buddhist disciples, along with Shanhaige Baozhou, to assist Monk Budu in guarding Meicheng. First, it is to "transcend people in troubled times" by practicing the Buddhist scriptures, and secondly, there is some thought of not wanting to be inferior to the previous Buddha.

Sweeping the chaotic scene below, Qingtan Buddha's gaze turned to the miasma fog blocked by the light curtain.

In the thick and thick black miasma, many overlapping ghosts and monsters can be seen vaguely. They hide their figures by the miasma fog, and they don't seem to be in a hurry to wait. At the head was an indistinct golem. Qing Tan stared at the golem, and his brows jumped.

Four sides, human body, snake tail.

This image is not too unfamiliar to people with high status in Xianmen!

Before the dark night, controlling the totem corresponding to the Kong Sangbai clan has always been a daily homework for Xianmen disciples. Among them, Fuxuan's family totem is the four-faced snake tail statue. As the current Buddhist son, Qing Tan knows a little more - the Fuxuan family inherits the god Bi A.

Obviously, He was one of the twenty or thirty streamers who escaped from Cloud City City twelve years ago.

The god Biah was once the god of chariots.

According to the records of the Buddhist secret volumes, his four sides correspond to four incarnations, one is joy, the other is sadness, the third is hatred, and the fourth is anger.

Seemingly aware of Qingtan Buddha's peeping, Bi A, who was in a black miasma with a snake tail, suddenly stood up. Raise your arms to grab something in the dark. He was originally still, and his body was half hidden and half visible. It seemed to be the same as when he was a god in the cloud. At this time, when he made a move, the bones were exposed under his arms, and his rotten heart was visible.

——It is clear that he is already a demon!

Qing Tan Buddha was startled.

The next moment, a long // gun was thrown by Bi Ah.

In the panic, Qing Tan only had time to hold the Bodhi Mingjing Zi on his wrist, the spear had penetrated the light wall set by the white jade boat in the golden building, and came with a terrifying coldness that broke through the air.

The sound of the wind was compressed to the extreme, and only a little popping sound remained. Qingtan Buddha only felt that his bones were frozen by a severe cold. Even if he was still awake, his fingers even touched Mingjingzi, and he couldn't make the slightest response... Twelve years later, the gods of the past who stepped back into the world gave this fledgling Buddhist a lesson of near destruction.

——Not everyone is qualified to face the original gods!

The pupils shrunk to almost two small dots.

Qingtan Fozi watched helplessly as the tip of the spear zoomed in and approached. The previous point was not inferior to Uncle Purdue, but the arrogance of being born twelve years later was gone.

At the time, Uncle Purdue was the main force against the God of Bingge, but he couldn't even stop Bi A, who had fallen into the desert and turned into a demon, with a single shot!

Frightened, regretful, unwilling...

Before all the miscellaneous thoughts passed by, I heard a "poof" sound of spitting bones coming from beside me.

A chicken bone with clean meat rubbed Qing Tan Buddha's cheek and flew out to meet the long spear thrown by Bi Ah. The tip of the gun collided with the chicken thigh bone, and with the collision point as the center, a circle of invisible gas explosion ripples exploded, with a sound like muffled thunder. Immediately afterwards, one shot and one bone, each collapsed backwards, spun, and retreated the same way.

Snapped.

Monk Budu picked up a saucer, stood it upright, and the chicken thigh bone that flew back was in the center of the saucer.

"...hu...hu." Qingtan Buddha staggered back two steps, his body was steaming with white air, and he was sweating profusely in this extremely cold Xizhou ice season. At that moment, he really thought he was going to die. Taking a breath, Qingtan Buddha held Ming Jingzi tightly and stood up straight.