Chapter 111: Killing the Buddha's Son with a Knife
The rolling black spiritual energy spread outwards madly.
Some Buddhist disciples who didn't react in time were instantly enveloped by black fog.
Roars of pain erupted from the black fog, and they suddenly became extremely crazy, crying and laughing, as if they were immersed in their own illusions, showing all kinds of emotions.
At this moment, a calm voice came from Lingshan: "All Buddhist disciples, listen up! Recite the Heart Sutra to stop the black fog.
“If the black fog spreads, tens of thousands of people will die, and by then, there will be no Buddhist world anymore.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. My fellow disciples, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
At this moment, all the surviving Buddhist disciples around Lingshan heard this voice.
Some people even recognized that this was the voice of the Holy Buddha, the Grand Master!
But people have seven emotions and six desires, and they are afraid of death. Who can sacrifice themselves for others at this moment?
While everyone was still hesitating, the young monk Huike in the crowd began to recite the Heart Sutra by himself.
"Bodhisattva, relying on the Prajna Paramita, has no worries in his heart. Because he is free from worries, he has no fear. He is far away from delusions and dreams, and finally attains Nirvana..."
Then, regardless of the people around him trying to stop him, he put his hands together in front of his chest, his eyes firm and powerful, and walked towards the direction of the black fog.
Amid the sound of the scriptures, some people remained silent, some turned around, but more Buddhist disciples chose to follow him, reciting the scriptures and walking forward.
The black fog came, and the young monk Huike, who was walking in the front, was the first to be hit!
Just when everyone was worried, the black fog suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall, and no matter how it surged, it could not move forward even a single step.
However, Huike's power was too limited, and the black fog began to dissipate to both sides.
But suddenly, figures appeared one after another beside Huike, and the voices of reciting the Heart Sutra of Buddhism became more and more frequent and louder.
Gradually, the entire Buddhist world was filled with the sound of reciting the Heart Sutra.
Surrounded by numerous Buddhist disciples, the black spiritual mist at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, which looked like a sea of clouds, was completely trapped in place!
But just as all the Buddhist disciples were fighting against the ancient evil spirit, an uninvited guest arrived on the deserted 33rd floor of Lingshan Mountain.
I saw a man in a gray robe and with an ordinary appearance walking in the open space behind the main hall on the 33rd floor.
In the center of the clearing, there was a lush tree with thick branches, and between its branches, there were five golden fruits hanging.
The man walked to the tree, gently stroked the trunk, and murmured, "The blood of ten thousand people has been collected. Next is the Bodhi tree."
After saying this, his right hand suddenly twitched, and the bones and flesh instantly twisted and expanded, and hard keratin emerged on the surface of the skin.
In the blink of an eye, the human's right hand turned into a sickle that looked like a mantis's forelimb.
There was a loud bang, and the sword instantly hit the trunk of the Bodhi tree.
In just a few strokes, the sturdy Bodhi tree was cut in half and fell to the ground, and the Buddha nature in the tree was gradually fading away.
Just as the man was about to put away the Bodhi tree, he suddenly heard a noise behind him.
Turning around, I saw a black cat!
The black cat was covered in wounds, with its left front leg curled up due to a fracture. It stared at the man with vigilance, hesitating whether to go over.
The man looked at the black cat carefully and said in surprise, "I didn't expect there were creatures like you in the world. It's a pity that I can't devour you anymore, otherwise you wouldn't be so lucky."
After saying that, he glanced at the Bodhi tree on the ground and asked, "Are you here to look for Bodhi fruit?"
Then he picked five golden fruits from the fallen Bodhi tree branches and threw them at the feet of the black cat.
"You are really lucky. The Bodhi fruit is useless to me. I only need the trunk. If you had come a little later, I am afraid that the Buddha nature in these Bodhi fruits would have disappeared completely."
As the man spoke, he placed the bodhi tree trunk into his storage ring. Before leaving, he saw the black cat's suspicious look and smiled:
"If we don't leave now, I'm afraid the Buddhists will come soon."
Hearing this, the black cat no longer hesitated. It opened its mouth and ate the five Bodhi fruits on the ground. Then it turned into a black shadow and fled away at a high speed.
On the opposite side, the gray-robed man was no longer visible on the open ground.
Only a white hole of light remained, which gradually disappeared into the air.
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Outside Lingshan, when the Buddhist disciples saw hundreds or thousands of Buddhist disciples reciting the Heart Sutra and using their bodies to block the ancient evil spirits, they suddenly felt panic in their hearts.
A seed of ancient evil spirit quietly condensed in the palm of his hand, and he suddenly crushed it when Zhou Zhilu and others surrounded him.
The rich ancient evil spiritual energy instantly spread from the Buddha's body. Zhou Zhilu and the others naturally avoided this kind of thing as if it were a snake or scorpion, and retreated one after another.
And Fuzi and Shi Tian flew rapidly backwards under the influence of this ancient evil spiritual energy.
However, due to the influence of the ancient evil spirit, the expressions of both of them seemed a little ferocious, and they were obviously trying their best to control their sanity.
I only heard the Buddhist disciple shouting, "Nehru! Do you still keep your promise to the Southern Dynasty?!"
Upon hearing this, Nehru, a scholar from the Southern Dynasty who was blocked by the Xianling Sect, shouted, "Of course it counts! If you Buddhists want to come to our Southern Dynasty, we will protect you!"
The Buddhist disciples shouted, "Okay! We are willing..."
However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He turned around and saw that Zhou Zhilu had broken through the black fog and was swinging his knife at him.
Just before, when the Buddhist disciple used the ancient evil spirits to force everyone away, Zhou Zhilu suddenly realized that he no longer had the previous feeling of disgust and nausea towards these ancient evil spirits.
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