The light above his head, the light in his body, and the light leaking from his eyes, mouth, nose and ears are the light of Mahayana Buddha, the light of saving sentient beings and destroying sentient beings.

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"People only know that there is true loss in false gain, but they do not know that there is true loss in true gain. They only know that there is true mistake in false gain, but they do not know that there is true mistake in true gain."

Without hesitation, he made his own judgment on the right and wrong of the Buddha, regardless of whether his actions were false or true. In his eyes, they were all true and wrong. After saying this sentence of Guan Yinzi's Taoist mantra reposted by Lao Tzu.

With a fierce roar, a giant roc broke through the air, and its wings flapped. It flew under Yi Tianxing's body, and the temperature in the underworld suddenly rose.

Yi Tianxing slowly fell into the large area of ​​pure heavenly fire, bathed under the Buddha's light, with a solemn expression, pointing to the sky with one hand and the other pointing to the ground.

There is no sky in this sky, only the barrier like a jade plate. The ground is covered with black ground, and the endless black soil. The wilderness is covered with hundreds of billions of corrupt corpses and white bones wandering souls are hiding from the increasingly prosperous Buddha light.

But he still pointed one hand at the sky and the other hand at the ground.

The jade wall in the sky suddenly flew away, and hundreds of millions of ghosts on the ground stopped escaping, looking back here tremblingly.

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Another sharp roar came out from Yi Zhu, who turned into the state of Benchu ​​Fire Phoenix. The raging sky fire ignited again, extremely bright red. He immediately compared the Buddha's light above his head, but could not be melted. The little guy was once the car of Tathagata. Qian Shi had never been willing to do so, but now he was burning with Yi Tianxing, but he was extremely excited.

Yi Tianxing smiled and watched the little guy turn into a bird again. He couldn't help but remember the hot life in the provincial capital university ten years ago, but today this bird is too fierce.

He closed his eyes, and the flames on his naked body were shattered. The fire of the father and son was burned from the beginning of the catastrophe, but they were not separated from his Dajia-Piao Tianwenxue. "What's more, if you and I don't move, I will be uneasy. When you move, the heaven and earth will be uneasy. Seeing that the Tathagata's thoughts five hundred years ago led to today's chaotic things. If you and I move again, I don't know what kind of response will be caused in hundreds or thousands of years."

Amitabha Buddha was silent, as if he was moved.

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The Grand Lord smiled slightly, moved his feet away from the corner of his radiant light beside him. The crutch in his hand suddenly suddenly floated into the air, and his body was floating to the side of Amitabha Buddha's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the scene in the distance in the underworld, and slowly said: "It's really surprising that Maitreya has such great courage in this life." Then a trace of disdain surged onto his face: "I have always respected Tathagata because of his wisdom. Unexpectedly, his last practice of Dharma was in line with the words I realized at the beginning."

"Governing the country with wisdom is the thief of the country; governing the heart with wisdom is the thief of the heart."

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Amitabha Buddha had no reaction at all. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Laojun, where are you at this time?"

It was obvious that the Supreme Laojun was next to him, but he wanted to ask the other party where he was.

"I am guarding the girl above." The Supreme Lord floated outside the light body of Amitabha Buddha, like a mayfly and free.

Amitabha smiled and said, "It turns out that the Buddha refining the fire and Laojun teaching the ice, which is natural."

The Grand Master laughed and shook his head: "The jade girl has nothing to do with me, and I have different ideas from the Tathagata. Since she is quiet and inaction, and she is silent at the end of the calamity, why should I do more? I guarded that girl and just looked at that girl. If the end of the calamity comes in hundreds of millions of years, why do you and I need to deliberately advance or delay it? You and I will still read the words, just look at it."

Amitabha Buddha seemed to have realized something, his face was calm and his head was slightly slight.

The Grand Lord stretched out a finger, raised it up, pointing at the distant two Buddhas collided. He said lightly: "Maitreya can't hold on anymore."

Yi Tianxing was indeed unable to hold on. The body of Mahakasyapa would never rot, but he could not stop the destruction of the Buddha's remaining light. The sky fire spread across his body, and with his thoughts, he turned into a six boy thief playing with Maitreya, covering his seven orifices, blocking all the Buddha's light in his body.

But in an instant, the Buddha's light accumulated to a critical point in his body.

Yi Tianxing, who was supported to be fat Maitreya, still smiled with his mouth split. A sense of sorrow appeared in his eyes. Of course, he was not so sad. Even if the dispersion returned to nirvana, in his current position, as long as his mind does not die, he will one day be able to achieve the right result. However, if he is stretched out by the Buddha's light, those dead lights escape into the underworld, and the wronged souls who have suffered for five hundred years in the underworld will never have the possibility of starting again.

Xiao Yizhu, who turned into a firebird, flew bravely under him, always maintaining the height of the space under the pressure of the Buddha's light, blocking the Buddha's light on the dark eyes. A plain color appeared on the firebird's forehead, which was in the form of a phoenix.

There were two cooing sounds in the bird's beak, cooing like a chicken, but it was filled with endless resentment.

Because it knew that Yi Tianxing could not accommodate the light of the Buddha's Dharma body, and he could not accommodate it himself. It had tried it many years ago, but was cut off from the caesarean section.

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Yi Tianxing closed his eyes, formed countless tricks on his hands and added them to him. At this time, it was extremely stupid to use the Buddha to print the Buddha's light.

Deep in my heart, I was burned by the fire of the beginning of the catastrophe, extremely painful, but extremely clear.

The Buddha's light expanded slowly and firmly in his spiritual consciousness. His power was uncontrollable and he would occupy his mind soon.

He flattened his mouth, muttered something, reached out to scratch the bird's son's furious head, and then clenched the fat flesh that was bulging like a woman on his chest, and once again devoted himself to fighting against Buddha Guang's work with wholehearted service to the people.

The Bodhicitta is about to dissipate, and naturally, at this final moment, there are always many memories that are rolling up and down in the human head, rushing like a page.

Yi Tianxing is no exception. Although he is all Maitreya, he knows that he can't hold on and that when he really wants to be reincarnated, he can't help but start to think about the things in this life.

The garbage mountain, the orange peel in the market, the slightly tide tobacco leaves, the fat residue that makes girls nauseate, the dirty, the dirt, the river, the county town, hostile, indifferent, and ignore.

That temple, the small thatched hut in the back, the slightly hard iron lotus, the bloody things that girls faint when they hear it, those filthy, those dirty, that river, that provincial capital, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting.

There is also the snow-capped mountain, the square Meiling, and the bookstore.

Survival in other places is actually easy, but boring. Instead, I think of the people in the world. Those people are really bitter. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is so injured. He is hungry and cannot eat, thirsty and cannot drink water. He is still alive. He is still dead. The blood monk on Meiling has become dry and thick. He finally wants to become a Buddha, but he is killed by Ye Xiang's middle finger. As for those who starve to death in Africa, those who are buried alive in the coal mine. Those who are chopped up their heads in the snow woods are missing their arms and legs when they are born.

It seems that living is indeed a very hard thing. Of course, Yi Tianxing also has sympathy for Maitreya. But...

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With a "bang!", he snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire burned, burning a illusion, muttering, "I just want to make a living. You instill this bastard's four-word mantra into me again and again, and I'm tired of hearing it."

The conflict between Tathagata and Maitreya about whether life is suffering or happiness is joyful before they could fully unfold, and Yi Tianxing was slapping his breath.

No matter whether your mother is happy or sad, it is not a bridal chamber at this time, and there is no big horse monkey in the room. Get out of here.

I just want to block your light. I don’t want to be plotted against by you for five hundred years. Now I will be your accomplice.

But I can't hold on anymore, and my stomach is good, just like I'm taking artificial beef oxalis and slurry after drinking.

It's going to explode, the underworld is going to be ruined, and everyone is going to be burping. Why haven't Ksitigarbha and Sister Yinyin come yet?

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In the air in the underworld, the fat Yi Maitreya looked like a smile but not a smile, and seemed to wake up but not awake. She sat on the firebird, swallowing the Buddha's light falling from her head, without opening her mouth, and a verse rang out without reason, falling into this vast and vast underworld, and in the hearts of sentient beings in the underworld, as if she wanted to soothe these suffering creatures before their death.

"Like a ray of light.

Wake up

It's also awake to the end,

The next moment.

I wake up like a dream.”

His verse of sadness, spring and autumn, was just finished when he heard a cry of oh from three directions in the underworld.

"Alas?"

"Alas!"

"Ah~~"

Some express surprise, some express joy, and some express confusion. The first aura comes from Amitabha Buddha and the Supreme Lord who are watching the world-destroying things with their hands. The third aura comes from Xiao Yi Zhu, who is under Yi Tianxing.

The second sigh of joy came from the depths of the white bones and rotten corpses, and I don’t know who it was.

Yi Tianxing had already fallen asleep at this time, abandoned the saints and wisdom, blocked all the spiritual consciousnesses of the earth, used all his energy and magical powers to resist and digest the light of the Buddha's destruction in his body.

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A black iron rod broke through the air and suddenly penetrated the square crystal wall above Yi Tianxing's head. He pulled a large piece of white and yellow robe that was very noble and pierced from the dark eye that was only the size of a needle eye!

With a loud "Cang!", the black stick pierced into the black soil in the underworld, and the tail of the stick moved slightly, making it extremely domineering.

The robe slowly covered Yi Tianxing's body, and in the wind of the Buddha's light, the tail of the clothes floated, and was magnificent.

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The Buddha light falling from above the head suddenly stopped!

It's like someone putting a plug again in the passage between the human world and the underworld.

Even the first born Maitreya is shaking under the Buddha's light. Even Amitabha Buddha dared not speak lightly. Who else can be the stone monkey that has been blocked for five hundred years?

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In the ruins of Guiyuan Temple, at the bottom of the shallow pit, a monkey wearing a yellow cassock was sitting there, bathing in the Buddha's light and humming a small song.

No one expected that after being imprisoned for five hundred years, the old monkey finally got out of the formation and left - but he came back at this time. He sat back under the Buddha's light, trembling all over his body, feeling uncomfortable, and his whole body was wet and sweat oozing out of his brown hair, and wet the cassock.

Why did he come back?

The old monkey didn't stand up. Jin Tong rolled his eyes, looked at the Buddha's light that covered him, and said sharply: "My family knows that since my family is blocking here, you, a rootless thing, will never be eliminated, and my family will have to never come out."

He slapped the land beside him, and the gravel of the entire ruins of Guiyuan Temple was shaken up, soaring into the air and killing a piece of it.
To be continued...