Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai - Chapter 702

Chapter 702: The Battle of the Three Realms

“Since you Shakyamuni said so, if the poor monk doesn’t perfect you, wouldn’t he lose his status?”

Tianlong guardian watched Sakyamuni and said calmly.

Shakyamuni was calm and composed, without the slightest mood swing on his face. For him, such scenes have been seen a lot.

He has seen even more magnificent scenes, he has seen the fighting of five saints.

Shakyamuni’s calm and calm appearance angered the Heavenly Dragon Guardian, but the latter took a sharp breath and suddenly opened his mouth to exhale a golden light. Where the golden light passes, all the rules of order are vanished…

The golden light penetrated the thunder sea and shot directly at Sakyamuni. The vast and majestic coercion made most of the guests in the Jinshan Temple pale.

However, seeing Sakyamuni’s expression calm, he waved his hand, and the majestic Buddha light enveloped him. It instantly turned into a huge bergamot, grabbed the golden light from him raging, and then smashed it away.

Tianlong protector was furious, “Sakyamuni, you are so bold.”

Shakyamuni smiled slightly, “It is ridiculous to say that the Guardian of the Heavenly Dragon is so ridiculous at this time.”

“Sakyamuni, don’t be too proud.”

The eyes of the Tianlong Dharma were stern and stern, “Today the poor monk comes with the decree of the Buddha, and will take you and Fahai back to the west and hand it over to the Buddha for disposal.”

Shakyamuni was not ashamed or angry, and calmly squeezed the Yin Jue, the thirty-three auspicious Buddha light behind his head rose to the sky, and the endless Buddha light diffused out of his body, dyeing the world and the earth into gold.

Guardian Tianlong felt this terrifying aura, his face changed slightly, and the eyes of the two monks on his left and right were filled with indescribable jealousy.

They thought that Shakyamuni and Fahai would be difficult to deal with, but they didn’t expect that Shakyamuni was so powerful.

However, the stronger Shakyamuni was, the more they couldn’t let it go.

Fahai in the Jinshan Temple has already threatened Western religion, and now with the addition of Sakyamuni, there is no force that can suppress the Jinshan Temple without the saints of heaven.

This is a scene that the two saints of the West did not want to see.

Because Fahai and Shakyamuni are both Buddhists, the stronger the Jinshan Temple, the more powerful the Western religion will be divided.

The introduction of Zhunti is extremely selfish at first, so how can it be willing?

Therefore, there is bound to be a battle between the Western religion and the Jinshan Pure Land developed by Fahai.

This battle cannot be avoided.

Even if Fahai was unwilling to conflict with the reference, Zhunti would not let him go.

This is not just a struggle for luck, but also about the dignity of the two heavenly saints.

The majesty of a saint cannot be desecrated.

In the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Protector, the lowering magic pestle burst out of tyrannical mana fluctuations, and the mysterious light intertwined soaring to the sky, tearing the Buddha light that enveloped the world. Shakyamuni’s body burst out with an aura of the world, and raised his hand to face the Heavenly Dragon Guardian with a palm blast.

The expression of Tianlong’s guardian changed drastically, and he quickly urged the power of the magic pestle.

Jiang Mo pestle wrapped a billion-dollar force on the huge bergamot, and the bergamot was suddenly torn apart.

Not surprisingly, this demon-casting pestle was blessed by a saint.

If it weren’t for this, how could it be possible to easily break Shakyamuni’s palm that contains monstrous majesty.

Seeing the crisis resolved, the Tianlong Protector sneered: “Sakyamuni, even if you are a powerful quasi-sage Dzogchen, how can you fight against the saints?”

Shakyamuni chuckled, “It is true that the power of the poor monk can’t compete with the saint, but is your Heavenly Dragon Protector a saint?”

“Sakyamuni, slandering the Buddha, the sin is unforgivable.” Tianlong hissed and roared.

“There is nothing wrong with the sin that you want to add.” Shakyamuni said calmly: “The poor monk fought with you, and the sentient beings of the Three Realms have testified, and the sentient beings have heard what you and I say. What about the poor monk? When slandering the saints, I ask you, Heavenly Dragon Guardian, to make it clear.”

When the Heavenly Dragon Guardian heard this, his face changed again.

Nowadays it is not taught in the West, but the Jinshan Pure Land developed by Fahai. They must not talk as loudly as they do in the Western religion. Once they attract the hatred of sentient beings, they will surely become sinners of the Western religion.

“Sakyamuni, don’t be silly in front of me. You are the Supreme Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Lingshan, but you have rebelled against the practice of Buddhism and joined the Jinshan Pure Land of Fahai. What is the difference between your behavior and the villain?”

The monk beside Tianlong protector pointed to Shakyamuni and shouted.

Shakyamuni sneered again and again, “Why did the poor monks come to this point? You know very well. Although the poor monks are the so-called supreme Buddhas, they are free? The poor monks are just the puppets of the Buddhas.”

“Sakyamuni, the Buddha taught you the Dharma, how can you slander it like this?”

“Why slander?” Shakyamuni said coldly: “If it is not for the Taoist ancestors, the saints cannot intervene in the mundane affairs of the Three Realms. The position of the supreme Buddha of ten thousand Buddhas is the turn of the poor monks to sit?”

The three guardians of Tianlong’s body trembled, and the killing intent in their eyes turned into essence.

Shakyamuni’s confession was not just a simple confession of his heart, but a real criticism of the saint of heaven.

Even though the sentient beings of the Three Realms dare not say anything, their belief in connecting Yin Zhunti will definitely be shaken.

The three guardians of Tianlong looked at each other, and they all saw the fierce killing intent in each other’s eyes.

Shakyamuni must die. If he does not die, the dark clouds lingering in the hearts of all beings will never disappear.

Thinking of this, the Tianlong guardian looked at the two monks on the left and right, gritted his teeth and said: “Follow me to shoot, and be sure to kill Shakyamuni. Otherwise, what he said just now will definitely bring extremes to the Western religion. Big impact.”

“Yes!”

The two monks nodded solemnly.

Before the words fell, the thunder sea that covered the pure land of Jinshan suddenly fell. The power of violent pours into the world, obliterating all vitality.

Shakyamuni pinched the seal and pushed it out, blocking the oppressive Lei Haisheng.

The endless thunder and lightning spewed out from the thunder sea, swallowing Sakyamuni in an instant.

When Shakyamuni was in danger, the light of ten thousand Buddhas burst out from his body, shooting the thunder sea hole full of holes.

Thousands of Buddha’s light slashed on the Tianlong guardians like a sword of wisdom, making them unhappy.

The Heavenly Dragon Guardian frantically urged the magical power of the descending magic pestle, and the descending magic pestle flew up and fell down toward Sakyamuni like a fright. Shakyamuni’s emotions did not fluctuate, but he urged the power of his body, wanting to follow the magic pestle that was blessed by the saint.

He once cultivated a six-foot golden body on the top of a snow-capped mountain. This magical power can stimulate the power of the physical body to the extreme.

The three Tianlong guardians saw that Sakyamuni actually wanted to use his body to harden the devil’s pestle blessed by the saint, and a playful color appeared on their faces.

Even though Zhangliu’s golden body is strong, it is idiotic to dream of wanting to accept the saint’s blessing of the devil pestle.