Chapter 1970 Elm, Wooden Fish (Part 2)
The ambition has not yet been realized.
A shocking catastrophe first swept through the three thousand worlds.
The catastrophe is unknown.
But from ordinary people to immortals and powerful beings, they are all implicated, and no one is spared!
Nature.
Leiyin Temple is no exception.
At that time, the traveling monk led the monks from Leiyin Temple to fight back and forth. Incited by the battle, they even used this to gain immortality in one fell swoop, but... they could not change the overall situation after all!
The war dragged on for a long time.
Three thousand worlds fell apart, trillions of creatures disappeared in the clouds, and all the monks in Leiyin Temple died in the battle. By the end of the war, only one walking monk was left.
And in his hands.
There was only one Bodhi seed left, and the wooden fish that still had no enlightenment.
In the dark void.
His monk's clothes were stained with blood, and a blood-red war spear was inserted into his chest. Under the raging power of the immortal power, the immortal substance in his body was about to be exhausted!
"Never thought about it."
"Before he dies, he will be plotted against by a young man."
Standing in nothingness.
He glanced at the war spear on his chest, shook his head and laughed, ignoring it.
"That's all."
With a slight change of mind, he forcibly condensed a ray of immortal Buddha's will, which fell into the Bodhi seed. He flicked the monk's clothes and sent it out.
"After all, I became a Buddha."
"We can't let the Leiyin inheritance be cut off. Whether we can find a successor depends on fate."
Finish this.
He looked at the wooden fish in his hand again, and said with a helpless smile: "You have such an elm-shaped head, why don't you have enlightenment? It's a pity, it's a pity. In another ten thousand years, you may be able to open your spiritual wisdom on your own. Now... …The poor monk has no time, and you have no time either.”
"I can't let your life come to this world in vain."
The thought changed.
He smiled again and said: "Today, the poor monk will forcibly violate his true intention to help you open up your spiritual wisdom and enjoy all kinds of blessings. If you have the opportunity, you can help the poor monk survive the sneak attack of the gods. You can also be considered as repaying this debt." It’s fate.”
The words fell.
He condensed the last immortal Buddha's will on his fingertips, pointed at the wooden fish seven times, and laughed: "Elm Knot, if you don't wake up now, when will you wait?"
A slight tremor.
Seven thumb-sized holes suddenly appeared on the wooden fish's body. Under the warmth of the immortal Buddha's will, a nascent spiritual wisdom sent out a childish thought.
"See Lord Buddha..."
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The traveling monk smiled with relief, "With my Buddha's will in you, if you practice diligently in the future, you can expect immortality in the future. I hope you will do your best and live up to the friendship between us!"
Say it.
He sat cross-legged in nothingness, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddha's name. His body turned into little bits of flying ashes, and he passed away.
Since then.
The world has lost Lord Leiyin Buddha and a stubborn and uncivilized wooden fish, but there has been a half-immortal monk.
The story ends abruptly here.
And these are all Yu Mu’s memories.
Within the realm of God.
Every word.
He will take a step forward.
At this moment, there are thousands of golden lotuses behind him. On each golden lotus, there is a shadow of an ancient Buddha sitting upright. The Buddhas are chanting Buddhist sutras, the sound of the Buddha fills the sky, and the sweet fragrance fills the divine realm.
One thought is a Buddha, one step is a lotus flower.
See this scene.
Gu Han and Yun Yi were silent, with complicated expressions on their faces.
"Walking Monk is the Lord Buddha of Leiyin Temple and the master of Bodhisattva. And Master, you..."
"good."
Yumu nodded, "I'm a poor monk, that's the wooden fish."
"turn out to be."
Gu Han smiled bitterly and said, "Master told me the answer as soon as he started."
Elm, wooden fish.
There is no distinction between you and me.
"I thought."
Yun Yi also sighed: "That walking monk is the master himself."
"Feel sorry."
Yumu apologized: "I let down the two donors."
“Nothing disappointing.”
Gu Han shook his head, "Who stipulates it? The protagonist in the story must be a young genius who is framed? He must get adventures and get revenge? He must have countless good fortunes and have beautiful women in his arms? Such a story may have ups and downs , but it lacks some novelty and surprise!”
"A blade of grass."
"a rock."
Yun Yi also said: "A wooden fish can also become the protagonist in a story!"
Until now.
Gu Han finally understood why Yu Mu had been clinging to the God Emperor since the beginning of the Era.
For commitment.
Also for revenge!
After all, he had gone through all kinds of hardships to create a ray of spiritual wisdom, but the first thing he saw in the world was the scene of his benefactor dying in front of him... No one could accept this kind of thing.
"actually."
Yumu suddenly said again: "If Lord Buddha could change to a more powerful magical weapon, maybe he would not be defeated in that battle. Or, if he did not use his last strength to help the poor monk forcefully open his spiritual wisdom, he should I can still survive for a long time, and maybe I can find a way to recover..."
"so."
"I can't let him down."
The words fell.
He turned his eyes, looked at the God Emperor again, clasped his hands, and said: "Donor, although the Buddha did not die at your hands back then, you plotted against him after all. I am willing to go to the Paradise of Paradise with the poor monk and say goodbye to him. apologize?"
"..."
The God Emperor said nothing.
If swearing could solve his current desperate situation, he could curse in a hundred and eighty ways.
pity.
Does not!
As thousands of golden lotuses bloomed, he was suppressed by the Buddha's will and couldn't even struggle. No matter how harshly he cursed, it couldn't save him!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A trace of madness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and the third eye, which had lost most of its brows, collapsed again!
Doing this would have serious consequences.
The lightest result would be to fall into an endless sleep of serious injuries and it would be difficult to recover!
But he couldn't care less!
Being seriously injured and sleeping is much better than going to paradise!
Boom!
The immortal power suddenly rose up, and the forced destruction of the third eye brought an immortal power that was much stronger than before!
Bang!
Bang!
...
The Buddha's will and power collided, the qi exploded, the lotus in the sky swayed, and the shadow of the Buddha on the lotus platform was also looming, as if it would be overturned.
A Buddhist chant sounded.
Elm took another step forward.
In an instant!
The Buddha seal on the God Emperor's forehead was shining brightly, and it turned into a lotus seed. The lotus seed took root and broke through the shell. In just a moment, it had grown into a fist-sized, holy white lotus!
Boom!
The divine power stagnated, and the feeling of weakness came again. The God Emperor was horrified!
At the same time.
The milky white human-shaped Buddha light transformed by the wooden fish disappeared in an instant!
On the spot.
A wooden fish appeared!
A wooden fish with a green-brown color, seven orifices, mottled and full of cracks, as if it would be completely broken at any time!
The God Emperor suddenly realized!
It turned out that the lotus was the seal, and the wooden fish was the body!
From the moment they met, Elm was plotting against him!
What a pity.
Now it's too late to understand.
The wooden fish knocked again.
The wooden fish wrapped in the lotus shadows and the phantom of the ancient Buddha came to him in an instant!
Boom!
Seven milky white Buddha fires rose from the seven holes of the wooden fish, and in an instant they spread to the God Emperor!
"Roar!!"
As if thrown into hot oil, the divine power of the God Emperor also burned up, and he roared in pain and struggled desperately, but it was not only useless, but the fire became bigger and bigger.
"Master!"
Gu Han and Yun Yi trembled in their hearts, and they couldn't bear to watch.
"It doesn't matter."
The voice of Elm came faintly, and he laughed at himself: "Before I met the Buddha, I was chopped down for firewood all day long, and I was used to it! It's ridiculous that I didn't understand at that time, why I chopped down the most trees among so many trees?"
"Now I understand."
"Elm is a cheap wood, cheap wood, the most resistant to burning."
Hearing this.
Gu Han and Yun Yi felt even worse.
"Alas..."
A sigh sounded.
As the fire grew, Yumu looked a little dazed, as if he could vaguely see a low mountain, where he once felt the most peaceful and secure.
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain."
"On the mountain, there was a temple."
"In the temple, there was a wandering monk, who had a bodhi seed and a wooden fish with an elm head..."
Mumbling to himself.
His voice became weaker and weaker, until finally, it was barely audible, leaving only a sentence full of relief, which echoed in the room for a long time.
"Lord Buddha."
"Yumu, you did it..."
