[The first disaster, when you read the Great Sutra of Lingwei and the Dao Protection, a hazy figure gradually appeared in your mind. It was not clear and true, but it seemed to be engraved in your soul, unforgettable]

Chen Yi sat cross-legged, and his pupils gradually condensed, as if a circle of golden rings appeared.

The Bodhisattva’s fruit position has no specific shape, and the word “meaning” is more important.

As the panel prompt emerged, Chen Yi found that he was a little familiar with the blurred figure, as if he had seen it for a long time, and even used some of its power.

"So the Dharma Body of Thousand Arm Bodhisattva was born from this phantom?"

"The key to protecting the Tao is to protect the Tao."

Chen Yi was slightly clumsy and awkward to mobilize the six golden threads in his body. The threads were clearly swaying as light as a feather, but his soul seemed to carry countless mountains.

Just like a person with inconvenience in his hands and feet, his palms trembled like sieve, not to mention making subtle actions, such as weaving them into shapes.

But time can relieve all discomfort.

In front of Yaoshou, which was in units of disaster, six golden threads still wrapped the amber round beads in it.

Chen Yi kept in mind the true meaning of the phantom that he had just seen, and his movements were slow, allowing the golden silk to gradually penetrate and wrap the round beads.

But it is obvious that only six golden threads, even like the roughest bamboo weaving, could not be completely formed, and could only barely form a human shape with an upper body.

He suddenly accelerated the speed of influencing the lifespan of the demon.

Every thousand kalpas of life will make a golden thread appear in the body.

Until he had completely mastered this third-grade true scripture, Chen Yi also understood what golden silk was.

The righteous god is the incarnation of the order of the heavenly way. If a monk wants to imitate the other party, he must find the origin of the order of the great way from the vast power of the catastrophe.

And this thread of golden silk is a kind of order of the great way, and is called "the power of protecting the way" by Bodhi Buddhism.

Soon, the four thousand kalpas of demonic life were exhausted, and the four additional golden threads were extremely barely replenished the lower body of the bamboo weaving villain.

The amber beads slowly suspended, like the heart of this villain.

At the same time, Chen Yi's heart actually pulsed at the same frequency as the amber bead.

The golden silk is like bones, and light slurry flows, forming a thin film, like skin, covering the gaps on the golden man and covering the amber beads inside it.

At this point, a new prompt surged.

[Third Grade. The True Sutra of Lingwei and Protecting the Tao (Remember): Introduction]

The power of thousands of kalpas and ten golden threads finally gathered into a third-grade Bodhisattva fruit position.

But so far, Chen Yi has not been able to possess a title like the Thousand Arm Bodhisattva, because his Bodhisattva fruit position only has a prototype. Even if he has a vague idea in his mind, he does not have enough golden silk to build those magical characteristics.

To be honest, before seeing the light slurry pouring down, Chen Yi felt a little cold in his heart.

After all, just weaving a rough human-shaped frame requires ten golden threads. Could it be that the Bodhisattva’s 1,000 arms used the origin of golden threads?

Now it seems that this is not the case.

The other party may be stronger than himself, but there is absolutely no such a terrifying gap. Otherwise, the fruit position of the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva can be completed in just seven golden threads.

It's probably different manifestations of light and slurry.

"call."

Chen Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the remaining meridians on his knees moved without wind, turning the pages buzzingly.

He put his palms together.

Although he was wearing a plain ink shirt, a golden Buddha light quietly emerged from the outline of his whole person.

The golden lotus, which was originally in his body, used to carry amber beads, slowly emerged from the body and gathered again under his body in the form of flowing light.

Chen Yi opened his eyes again, and the golden ring on the edge of his pupil became more and more solid, and he looked very majestic.

He sat upright on the lotus platform and suddenly swept into the sky!

...

At the gate of the city where people come and go.

A young man dressed like a scholar walked in slowly, his appearance changing constantly, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the black dog he held in his hand.

The Thousand Arm Bodhisattva has not received any reply yet.

Finally, he couldn't help but step into the territory of the Divine Dynasty himself.

The bond left behind at that time allowed him to clearly feel that the Ming King of Subduing Dragons and Subduing Tigers was still alive.

Since you are alive, why not speak?

It is most likely that he is apostate.

Like the Daluo Immortal Lord and Bodhisattva, they do not pay much attention to any evidence, but pay more attention to doing things based on their hearts.

The reason why the Thousand Arm Bodhisattva did not use the golden thread to directly erase the life of the Ming King of Subduing Dragons and Subduing Tigers was because he also knew what the Ming King did when protecting the sutras.

The opponent's performance of overwhelming the same realm is even far superior to the Golden Toad Arhat of that year.

If the golden toad sits on the lotus platform and becomes the Bodhisattva, it is still a matter of whether it is willing to enter the world again and experience disasters.

By then, the Ming Dynasty King subduing dragons and subduing tigers will become the most promising person in Bodhi Buddhism.

With such a talented and beautiful jade, he is willing to give Chen Yi another chance to meet him. Anyway, as long as the chain is still in his palm, even if the country is vast and the world is vast, the other party will never be able to get rid of it.

It is just a matter of time to find this Ming King.

Thinking of this, the Thousand Arm Bodhisattva quietly walked into the crowd, with a calm expression. Only when he heard those unpleasant noises would he frowned in a slight way.

"It's not rumored that the Bodhi sect wanted to help the court quell the demon disaster. Why hasn't it been so long since I've been slow to hear?"

"Is it because of empty talk and white teeth, and he deceived the court?"

The casual discussions of the people were also the doubts in the hearts of the Demon-Slaying Si and others.

Xishan Prefecture Yamen.

Yang Mingli, carrying Feng Xi and a group of title-name generals, was in the main hall.

But this time, no one sat down.

Lord Yang, who has always been completely missed, guessed wrong this time.

So far, the entire twenty-seven prefectures of Danan Prefecture have not caused a single disaster.

I don’t know if the three evil monsters, who were famous, were killed by Nanyang General Yu Songfeng’s mansion, were killed directly and gave up this once-in-a-lifetime great opportunity.

"It's not your fault."

Even Feng Xi did not mean to blame the other party at this moment.

Because the actions of the demon clan are not consistent with common sense.

"Besides, as you said, with the strength of the Demon-Slaying Secret, even if you go out, it will not affect anything."

“…”

Yang Mingli stood with his hands behind his back, his dry lips twitching, and his voice was hoarse and unspeakable: "Even if it's a slight slight, it's better than sitting and waiting."

If the Three Immortals only lost a little to the Bodhi teaching, but because of their own mistakes in judgment, the court failed to participate, allowing the scriptures to step onto the land of China.

Then his surname is Yang, the sinner who deserves to die.

Perhaps like Yan Lanting, thinking less about everything and following the original intention will make it more in line with the laws of nature and more favored by the great way?

Upon hearing this, many generals with titles dared not speak out.

Lord Yan's serious injury was not healed, Lord Yang became more and more silent. Before the powerful people of the three religions really took action, his own general Zhennan deposed two of them.

Feng Xi sighed and stopped persuading her.

Since I chose to leave the will of fate, I can wait for the news now.

Everyone looked to the West in silence.

It seemed as if the next moment, there would be a large sedan chair with a ray of light, and would come under the support of the majestic arhat.

I don't know how long it took.

Feng Xi suddenly raised her eyebrows.

In this case, any slight change will cause a stir in everyone's hearts.

But what comes into sight is not the imagined rays of light, but a figure that comes in a mess.

The black-bearded man was the title-name general who guarded Songfeng Mansion.

After discovering that there was no evil disaster, he volunteered to inquire about the news, but he returned in less than half a day.

As a fourth-grade Taiyi Zhenxian, he was rarely unstable when he landed on the ground.

Such an abnormal scene made everyone feel nervous.

Even if the Arhats really came, everyone was ready in their hearts, so why did they lose their composure and look like this?

"Haci!Haci!"

The black-bearded man gasped hard, his eyes swept over his colleagues and bosses, and even his lips were trembling slightly, his face full of disbelief.
To be continued...