After saying this, he twisted the body slightly, and the believer died. He was thrown off the cliff and turned into a pool of flesh.
Below, bones piled up like mountains and surrounded by ferocious beasts. I have long been accustomed to such scenes.
More than a thousand Buddhists have lost their lives in this attempt.
This was because he had to channel his true Qi into each one and use secret techniques to check, which delayed the progress.
If it could be verified on a large scale, countless people would have died.
After all, there are many people who are not afraid of death and want to go to the Western Paradise.
"Master Huiwu, the Dagan coalition has arrived at the foot of the mountain. Buddhism in Central China is in imminent danger. Aren't you prepared to take charge of the situation?"
Huogong Toudao, who was standing by, saw his actions and reminded him, but found that the man in front of him did not look anxious at all, and did not seem to care about the life and death of Buddhists.
Master Hui Wu said lightly: "The Buddha is in our hearts. The Buddhist sect in the Central Plains has a calamity in its destiny. If we can overcome it, then it will naturally be the Buddha's merit.
If you cannot make it through, it is naturally the Buddha's will. This is a destiny that cannot be stopped. It has nothing to do with me anymore."
The hard-working monk cursed inwardly, thinking that the monk was very cruel. Although his words sounded high-sounding, wasn't he actually just afraid of death?
But he didn't care. His goal was to find the location of Rama's body. "So what should we do now? Leave this place? Otherwise, we won't be able to leave later."
"Yes." Master Huiwu has no nostalgia for Buddhism. Staying here is just to deceive many Buddhists.
Even within Buddhism, there are almost no monks who know of his existence.
"Leaving this place, seeing through the mundane world, and searching for the right person in the marketplace is also a way of spiritual practice."
"Okay." The hard-working monk stared at the man in front of him, thinking that since you are leaving, you must take Rama's body with you.
I have been here with Master Huiwu for about a month, and I have hardly seen him absorbing the life breath of Rama's body.
Master Huiwu put his hands together and bowed lightly to the clay Buddha. The clay Buddha collapsed instantly and was nothing but some mud.
Then Master Huiwu walked outside, stepping on the air as if it were flat ground, without carrying anything.
The hard-working monk was even more confused. Where was Rama's body?
It was not easy to ask, so I could only follow this person and leave.
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