Chapter 517: Lotus Body, Unrivaled Grace
The Three Buddhas reappeared, although they were only the incarnations of Mara, but they still shocked Li Daoxuan.
Of the three Buddhas in front of us, the oldest should be Amitabha, who holds a green lamp in his hand, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the night sky, with a look of vicissitudes in his eyes.
Now, not to mention Buddha Shakyamuni, who points one hand to the sky and the other to the earth, symbolizing that I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and on earth.
The future Buddha, the big-bellied Maitreya, was wearing a yellow robe, holding a cloth bag, and smiling, but he made Li Daoxuan feel a little chilly.
Although they are just clones, they possess a hint of the real Buddha's aura, and each clone's strength exceeds the Yangshen realm, at least Li Daoxuan cannot see through it.
All of a sudden, Moro had three more helpers, and the situation seemed to be reversed.
But the lady in green remained calm and composed. She looked at the four people of Moro quietly and said, "Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven for defiling the ancient Buddha?"
Moro laughed loudly and said, "Heavenly punishment? If Tathagata were still alive, I would be a little afraid of him. Unfortunately, he is no longer here!"
This is also the reason why he dared to cultivate these three clones. Otherwise, if the gods and Buddhas were still alive and noticed that someone dared to impersonate their names to do evil, they would probably kill them with the "Tathagata Palm" immediately.
The lady in green shook her head and said, "If you don't know how to fear, you will bring about your own destruction."
Fairy light bloomed, lotus flowers swayed, and moonlight wrapped around her like a ribbon, as if she was covered with a layer of silver gauze.
With a light tap of her jade feet, the lady in green flew up into the sky and took the initiative to attack the four men led by Moro. Although there was only one person, she had an oppressive aura.
With both hands in the lotus seal, divine light shone forth, and the law of life and death revolved.
Bang!
The chests of the golden bodies of the past Buddha and the present Buddha suddenly became dented, shaped like a lotus. They were blasted dozens of feet away at the same time. The places that were hit showed a rotten color, as if they were eroded by time.
"Let's go together!"
The four Moro men surrounded Qingyi, ready to take him down quickly.
In the past, the Buddha blew gently, and the green flame floated out of the green lamp in his hand, which was neither hot nor cold, and was designed to burn people's souls. Even the protective fairy light could not stop it.
Now the Buddha slapped down with his palm, and the huge Buddha's hand smashed towards the Lady in Green, like a mountain pressing down on her head.
The Future Buddha threw the cloth bag in his hand, and the bag quickly grew larger, almost covering the sky and the sun, emitting infinite suction, trying to suck her in.
The Three Buddhas attacked at the same time, each displaying their magical powers. Although they were only clones, each one of them was an existence beyond the Yang God realm. Looking at the world, they were all extremely powerful, which made Li Daoxuan subconsciously sweat.
He was already prepared to use the Fantian Seal.
However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared.
Faced with the magical powers of the four mighty ones, Lady Green remained calm and allowed the flames of the green lamp to fall on her body without showing a trace of pain. Instead, the flame automatically went out after burning for a short time.
Lotus Dharmakaya, ignores all soul attacks!
In Investiture of the Gods, after Nezha cultivated the Lotus Dharma Body, his soul and body were united. He was not afraid of any spells or magic weapons that targeted the soul, and he achieved many remarkable feats through this.
It almost made those unorthodox people who are good at attacking souls doubt their lives.
The fire of the green lamp of the Buddha in the past could penetrate her protective fairy light, but it could not burn her lotus Dharma body.
Now the Buddha's palm print fell, and the lady in green made the treasure bottle seal with her hands. A shadow of the treasure bottle appeared faintly in the void, like the mutton-fat jade bottle in the hands of Guanyin, emitting infinite fairy light.
The palm print that came with such force was actually sucked directly into the Aquarius.
The cloth bag of the Future Buddha did have some effect, and it sucked the Lady in Green in. However, the next moment the cloth bag suddenly swelled up, like an inflating ball, and finally exploded with a bang.
The lady in green flew out of the bag, her three thousand black hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes as bright as the moon, chilling and piercing.
The most eye-catching thing is the six arms that appeared behind her, like the Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara, some holding the lotus seal, some holding the treasure bottle seal, some holding the Six Ding Divine Fire seal, the Flying Fairy seal, the Bright Moon seal, the Netherworld seal...
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...
With loud bangs, Moro and his three companions were constantly blown away by the fairy light, and scars frequently appeared on their bodies. Although they continued to display their magical powers and their golden bodies were full of blood and energy like the sea, they were still beaten badly and retreated step by step.
Moro roared and tried to reverse the situation, but an embroidered shoe stepped on his head and broke it into pieces.
"You can't kill me!!"
Moro roared, and his broken head gathered together again, recovering as before in an instant.
boom!
Infinite immortal light burst out and condensed in a slender jade hand, carrying a divine power as vast as the ocean, and slammed the body of the Demon Buddha directly into the sky.
Then the lady in green turned into a five-colored divine light, soared into the sky, and chased after Moruo.
Thousands of feet in the sky, she fought with Mara and the other four again. With her own strength and as a woman, she displayed her peerless charm and was extremely powerful. She overwhelmed the Three Buddhas and Mara, and broke their golden bodies into pieces, with Buddha's blood splattering everywhere.
That slender, white and delicate jade hand seemed to have become the most terrifying weapon in the world, forming all kinds of precious seals, carrying the light of flying immortals, resonating with heaven and earth, and sounding in harmony with the great way!
Shadows of immortals such as the dragon and the phoenix, the red bird, and the precious lotus emerged, illuminating the heavens.
Li Daoxuan was stunned.
Your Majesty...is she so fierce?
He thought of the several times he had flirted with the empress before, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
It’s great to be still alive!
breathe!
Violent fluctuations of spiritual energy emerged, like a whale sucking water.
The old Taoist priest was not paying attention to the battle, but closed his eyes at some point. He stood with a sword in his hand, and twenty-four thousand acupoints on his body glowed with light, floating like a sea of stars, devouring the surrounding spiritual energy and nourishing his dry flesh and blood.
This is the manifestation of practicing the "Huangting Ancient Scripture" to the fourth level. Twenty-four thousand "gods" are awakened in the body, the potential of the physical body is developed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is absorbed.
This is also the reason why the old Taoist priest could live to be 124 years old and still have such fighting power.
After an unknown amount of time, the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes. He had recovered a lot of strength. He stared at the battle in the sky with a heavy voice.
"The power of the Green-robed Lady is also limited, but Moruo has the flesh body of Maitreya, and his magic power is almost endless. This is the reason why he can be resurrected continuously."
After a pause, the old Taoist priest sighed and said, "It is said that Maitreya Buddha has practiced for 84,000 years, and his body contains great magical power. Fortunately, Huichan risked his life to prevent Moro from completely controlling his body, leaving him a glimmer of hope."
Hearing this, Li Daoxuan asked worriedly: "Master, what should we do?"
The Heaven said in a serious tone: "Moruo must be killed, and tonight is the only chance to kill him. After tonight, when he completely controls Maitreya's physical body, the world will face a catastrophe."
"Master, what about the seal? Is there any way to seal Moro?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Maybe, but I haven't thought of it yet, and I want to make it over with him tonight."
If he waits a few more years, he will be old and die. How can he avenge his wife?
"Master, take these two magical weapons, they might be useful to you!"
Li Daoxuan handed the Plague Bell and Fantian Seal to his master.
The old Taoist priest did not refuse and accepted it. He then looked at Li Daoxuan deeply and said, "Taichong, you go first. If Qingyi Niangniang and I lose, you will disband Longhu Mountain and hide away. If you don't become an immortal, don't ever think about revenge."
He wants to leave a seed for the world. If the human world falls into the devil's realm, Li Daoxuan will undoubtedly be the last hope. With his qualifications, he may be able to defeat Moro one day.
Boom!
Thunder roared, and the old Taoist priest stepped into the void and flew up into the sky. His body was surrounded by golden lightning, and even his hair seemed to be dyed gold. He was like the God of Thunder who had descended to earth with astonishing power.
He resolutely joined the battle and fought against Mara and the Three Buddhas together with the Green-Robed Lady.
The sea of clouds was surging, and the night sky of Luoyang suddenly lit up. Sometimes it was filled with fairy light, sometimes there were thunders, sometimes there were green lamps and Buddha shadows, and sometimes the devil's roar shook the sky!
Li Daoxuan did not listen to the old Taoist priest and leave, but opened his heavenly eyes and stared closely at the battle.
This was a battle that he could hardly intervene in. The only thing he could do was to temporarily lend the Plague Bell and Fantian Seal to the old Taoist priest.
The joy and pride of being promoted to the Yang God Realm vanished, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Clenching his fists, Li Daoxuan knew that he couldn't leave like this, because every time he had this thought, a huge panic would emerge.
Looking at the Green-robed Lady and the Old Heavenly Master who were still fighting fiercely with the four Moro men, Li Daoxuan had a vague premonition that if he ran away now, he might survive, but he would most likely regret it for the rest of his life.
He clenched his fists and thought hard.
Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has encountered countless powerful enemies and encountered countless dangerous situations, but he can always find a breakthrough point and turn the situation around in desperate situations.
Calm down, you must calm down!
Li Daoxuan thought for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.
There is no better way, it seems that I can only use the "backup plan", but why hasn't Xiaotian come back yet? Calculating the journey, it should be almost here.
Sure enough, before long, a black shadow flashed by and ran in front of Li Daoxuan.
Xiaotian was almost foaming at the mouth and panting with exhaustion. White smoke was coming out of his claws. He looked exhausted and his pupils were bloodshot. He had no idea how far he had run.
"Woof woof, Master... everything is ready over there..."
Li Daoxuan nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
This was the backup plan he prepared for Moro, and it was also the strongest fighting force he could currently muster—the Four Saints Formation located in Chang'an City!
A few days ago, in addition to writing letters to mobilize people, he also sent Xiaotian to Chang'an.
The main purpose was to let Xiaotian explain the situation in Luoyang to His Majesty, and then temporarily move the people out of Chang'an, leaving only an empty city.
In this way, Li Daoxuan can use his great magical power of moving stars and changing constellations to transfer Moro to Chang'an, and then fight him with the help of the Four Saints Formation!
This was his last resort, and he had to do it out of necessity.
Because although the Four Saints Formation is powerful, it consumes the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty. Killing a Yang God Realm cultivator like the Five Evil Elders is naturally easy, but facing a terrifying enemy like Moro, Li Daoxuan is not sure how much national fortune he will have to consume to kill him.
If killing Moro in the end resulted in the decline or even collapse of the Tang Dynasty, the price would be too high.
And now that he had witnessed Moro's repeated rebirth with his own eyes, Li Daoxuan was even more uncertain about this.
Even with the help of the Four Saints Formation, he should only be at the level of a queen, and still would not be able to completely kill Moro.
But it seemed... he had no better solution.
Li Daoxuan gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart. He was ready to use this last resort to gamble and bet that the Four Saints Formation could kill Moro!
Thinking of this, he opened his mouth, ready to convey his message to the old Taoist priest and the goddess, but a toad suddenly jumped out.
"Quack!"
The toad jumped in front of Li Daoxuan and spoke in human language, which turned out to be the voice of an old beggar.
"Kid, you can't do that!"
The old beggar's voice was very anxious.
"The Four Saints Formation can't kill him. Sending him to Chang'an is a dead end!"
…
In Luoyang city.
A slender figure was carrying a little monk with great effort. With every step she took, wisps of green smoke came out of her body, as if she was enduring the torture of being burned by fire.
Even so, she gritted her teeth, looked determined, and walked forward step by step with the little monk on her back.
"Xuanzang... hold on..."
"I'll take you to see a doctor..."
Every step Xiaotang took at this moment felt like thousands of needles piercing her bones, the kind that felt like they were burning.
The word "Buddha" on Xuanzang's palm was getting hotter and hotter. His heart had stopped bleeding, but he was still dying and could die at any time.
When falling from the air to the ground, Xiaotang used her body to hold him back, slowing down his falling speed and preventing him from being smashed to pieces.
At this moment, Xuanzang's body was as hot as fire, and he possessed some kind of magical power. To ghosts, he was like a burning furnace. Not to mention touching him, even getting close to him would make them feel like a thorn in their backs.
Xiaotang carried him on her back for a long time.
Gradually, blood blisters caused by the burns appeared on Xiaotang's originally fair skin. They were densely packed and kept bursting. Her pretty and lovely face became unrecognizable, as if it were a ghost.
Gradually she could no longer walk, her body lowered lower and lower, and finally she was even crawling on the ground with difficulty, her burnt nails filled with dirt.
After climbing for an unknown amount of time, her hand suddenly touched a piece of clothing.
Xiaotang tried hard to raise her head. Her pupils were almost burned blind and she could only barely make out a blurry figure, who seemed to be sitting cross-legged.
"Save...save Xuanzang..."
"Take him... to see a doctor..."
Xiaotang seemed to be begging, but her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she had swallowed charcoal, and her throat was almost burned.
The man sitting cross-legged had a look of compassion in his eyes and said, "Amitabha, I understand."
Hearing this, Xiaotang finally felt relieved. The obsession that had kept her going until now gradually dissipated. Her already charred body slowly cracked open, and then turned into ashes from head to toe.
"Little sugar... Little sugar..."
Xuanzang, who was in a coma, kept muttering Xiaotang's name.
She didn't say anything, just made a bubble blowing gesture.
Although her parents gave birth to her, they always wanted a boy to carry on the family line and often sighed. Later, she died of illness, and her parents just buried her in a mass grave. She became a wandering ghost, feeding on rotten leaves and mouse corpses.
In her short life, the happiest time was actually at the Daxingshan Temple in Chang'an.
At that time, she hid in the water tank every day, blowing bubbles and listening to Xuanzang's chattering. She thought that this little monk was so nagging and she really wanted to slap him and knock him out.
But after spending more time with him, she liked the little monk more and more.
He would bandage her wounds carefully, change her spring water every day, wrap the most delicious part of the vegetarian meal in white cloth and bring it to her, and stand in front of her when everyone called her a monster.
No one has ever cared about her so much...
The ashes floated up and danced in the wind, circling around Xuanzang again and again, and finally disappeared.
"Amitabha!"
Huichan used his one arm to help Xuanzang up, and suddenly found two lines of tears flowing from the corners of the little monk's eyes.
He sighed softly. As a disciple of Buddhism, the little monk should not have fallen in love with the female ghost. But in the face of such pure and beautiful emotions, who can say that they are wrong?
Suddenly, Huichan saw the word "Buddha" on the palm of Xuanzang's hand. He was shocked, as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning, and his palms were shaking.
"This is... the real Buddha!"
