I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years - Chapter 357

“Sure enough, it’s an old friend.”

Zhou Yi was surprised, as Mozi expected.

Then I thought about it, Ananda lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, during which he had not experienced a life-and-death crisis when he fought against the Blessed Taoist ancestor.

The six soul flags can slay the white lotus fruit, which is already the supreme slaying treasure, and the newborn Ananda is no longer the deity.

Zhou Yi laughed and said: “Ananda helped the poor road to establish the Netherworld Palace. If he still has time to enjoy it in the future, he died and died. After a while, I will meet and thank you in person.”

“Amitabha.”

Fahaikou proclaimed the Buddha, saying: “The White Lotus Evil Sutra is still circulating, or you can use its hands to cut off the roots to avoid disasters.”

Although Bailian Evil Buddha died and disappeared, the teachings and scriptures he created are still circulating. Countless believers read and read them day and night to contribute their aspirations. Over time, they will condense into the evil **** of incense.

“It should be.”

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: “While enjoying the white lotus merits, cause and effect, its sins should also be inherited. I believe that the Anandao Friends will be reasonable…”

Ananda came back from the dead, even if he was no longer the self, Zhou Yi was angry.

Now everything is focused on destroying the demon court. If Ananda can abandon the evil scriptures and completely break with the white lotus, it is not unacceptable.

The Zhouyi and Fahai discussed Dao for a few days, each of Buddhism and Dao Fa has been diligent, witnessing the coming of Dao.

Zhouyi took out the Nine-Rank Meritorious Lotus Platform and said: “Tomorrow, there must be a demon garden. It is not safe to rely on the Blessed One alone. This Lotus Platform is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. Congratulations to the master!”

Fahai didn’t decline, and he added the Nine-Rank Lotus Tower to his body, and said.

“The poor monk proves the Dao, sacrifices the blood of the demon, and promotes the power of the Dharma of Zhanye!”

“Very good!”

Zhouyi is one of the authors of the Sutra of Zhanye. The more widely spread the scriptures, the same will get a large amount of merit and luck.

Claiming to be poor, he also practiced Buddhism, compatible with Confucianism and Mohism.

…

The eighth day of the morning.

Many monks without invitations gathered outside the Zhanye Temple.

Or Dengyun, or Yuqi, or hidden in the dark.

Most of them invite friends to avoid encountering enemies and being watched by others.

The monks did not expel them, as long as they are not outside the evil spirits, do not forcefully enter the Zhanye Temple, and there are more people watching the ceremony, they can also use this to promote the Zhanye Buddhism.

A hundred miles away from Zhanye Temple, two figures were mixed among the believers.

One of them was a white-haired rickety old man who coughed violently from time to time, as if he was about to die. It was the demon of Jizhou.

The girl next to her with clean eyes, white teeth and red lips, a string of pale rosary beads in her hand, chanting words like Buddhist scriptures.

“This Karma Dharma is dedicated to preaching the killing of demons and demons, and it will inevitably invade Jizhou in the future.”

The demon slowly said: “The old man is aging and weak. It will not be able to manage these things in a short time. Madam Bai needs to make early plans.”

Mrs. Bai glanced at the Heavenly Demon and guessed how many lifespans the old immortal had left, as it was like this one hundred years ago.

Originally, it was submerged in Baiguling and was invited by the Heavenly Demon to serve as the vice-master of the Six Paths. As the demon is getting aging and has long been no matter what, Mrs. Bai really has the power of the leader.

Jizhou is a realm of resources, which is comparable to Baiguling, not to mention the Huangquan Holy Realm is comparable to a blessed land.

Mrs. Bai promised without hesitation that after coming to Jizhou, she would do her best to eradicate the old men under the command of the demon and put the disciples of Baiguling in a key position.

The demon had no objection to this, and only asked Mrs. Bai to see her as a demon and bless the inheritance of the six realms.

“Since my concubine is the master of Jizhou, I will never sit back and watch!”

“It’s so old and dead without regrets!”

The demon sighed. In just a few decades, things changed so fast that the real demon couldn’t see the future.

Originally, Jizhou Demon Dao was invading Dagan, and only one of the six paths, the White Lotus Sect, was able to make trouble in Dagan. Suddenly, there were more than one true immortal and true **** in Yunzhou.

The Six Devildoms did not say that they would continue to invade, but shrank in Jizhou, afraid to provoke a big deal.

After the destruction of the Qingqiu Demon Nation, the Heavenly Demon was afraid of going to the north, costing a great price to invite the true demon from Baiguling, and then barely breathed a sigh of relief, and could retreat in peace.

suddenly.

The sky demon saw the sky in the distance, and large black clouds floated.

How can dark clouds gather in the place where Buddhism is shrouded in great light and great freedom?

Buddhism light soared into the sky, and the Buddhist monks flew towards the dark clouds. They could only see clearly when they got close. They turned out to be war ships.

There is a connection between the towers and ships, and dozens of ships are floating in the sky, enough to cover the sky and the sun.

The ship in the middle building erected a large flag, hunting in the wind, and writing the word “Dried”.

“Amitabha!”

The high monk proclaimed the Buddha’s name and said: “It turns out to be a great messenger, please come with me!”

The eminent monk guided in the front, and the boat stopped ten miles away on the east side of the capital, like a continuous palace floating in the sky, attracting the envy and sourness of the audience.

“What do you say with an air, it’s a hundred times a thousand times worse than the sky! How proud it is now, in the future…”

“Speak carefully!”

Daoists quickly persuaded that no matter the heavenly demon court or the Dagan court, it was not an ordinary monk or sect that could provoke them.

The demon court was angry, and Beihai Xianzong disappeared.

Da Gan was angry, and the Qingqiu Demon Nation was destroyed.

The eyes of the demon gleamed with aura, looking at Du Si and Li Jing standing on the bow of the ship, with extraordinary auras, if there is a fairy relationship in the future, they may be promoted to a fairy buddha.

“Perhaps Dagan is really by luck, just two messengers have this kind of weather…”

When the demon was sighing, the heaven and earth changed again.

boom!

The clear sky and thunder were deafening.

I saw that the sky continued to twist until it opened a huge crack, and there were two huge bronze gates in the gap.

The giant door slowly opened, and the roar continued.

“Netherworld Palace Guimen Pass? What is this place, or supernatural power?”

“Just listen to the name, not the right way!”

“Yin Qi has almost condensed into substance, and it is incompatible with the Buddha’s light. It must be revenge!”

“…”

The appearance of the ghost gate has aroused countless discussions, but in the Buddha country, there must be an Arhat in secret, and there is no need to run away.

People with advanced spiritual practice don’t like to watch the excitement!

The heavenly demon is very knowledgeable, sensing the breath in the void and crevice, and muttered: “It seems to have come from across the boundary, is it the ghosts and gods of the underworld?”

“Not a ghost!”

Mrs. Bai said: “Those old ghosts are full of annoying incense.”

Rumbling–

The Guimen Pass has been opened, and a section of the ship’s bow is protruding from it, with a huge treasure wheel hanging above it, blooming with dazzling aura.

Dagan’s war ship is already exquisite and extraordinary, and one hundred ten feet long is also considered a giant, but compared with a thousand-foot tall ship, it is like a toy.

After the bow protruded, the hull stretched for a long time, majestic like a floating city.

Compared with the giant boat, the capital of Buddhism is actually a bit small.

“The King of Wheels?”

Some people recognize the text on the banner of the jujube, which seems to be the spiritual text of a very distant age, and it is complex and profound. It is said that the current formation prohibition is evolved from the spiritual text.

Everyone was horrified by the power of the giant boat and guessed the origin of the king of rotation.

“Amitabha!”

A loud and bright Buddha horn sounded, and then the golden lotus was scattered all over the sky, and the monks were seen ascending to the sky from the Zhanye Temple.

The golden lotus falls on the person, transforming into pure Buddha light, calming down and calming the mind.

“Poor monks without precepts, welcome the underworld from afar!”

The Ringless Arhat was flush with the giant boat, looking inside the cabin, countless Yin Soldiers and Ghosts stood solemnly, and the lowest aura was also a Ghost General.

“This king is here to watch the ceremony by the order of the mansion!”

Mozi appeared at the bow of the ship out of thin air, not the old farmer before, changed into a black robe, with extraordinary bearing.

Yan Chixiao was dressed in armor, with a fairy sword hanging from his waist, half a step behind Mozi.

The Ringless Arhat repeatedly confirmed that the old man in the mysterious robe in front of him was the one in the legend, and he hurriedly bowed to salute.

“I have seen senior! Please enter the monastery to rest. Zen Master Fahai will preach at noon.”

“no need.”

Mozi swept below blankly, stopped for a moment on the Daganlou boat, and then disappeared. Facing the respectful and respectful Arhat, he was so negligent.

The Ringless Arhat didn’t care, turned his head to look at Yan Chixiao, his hands clasped together: “The poor monk has long been in the name of the door god, Beihai Slaying the Demon God, should be a role model for the human race!”

Yan Chixiao asked, “Dare to ask the name of the master?”

“The poor monk has no precepts.”

“Look up for a long time!”

The two pretended to be polite, then turned around and went back to each house.

The voice of Luohan without Rings did not deliberately conceal it, and it clearly spread to everyone’s ears.

Today, people who come to the Buddha’s realm to observe rituals are scattered in many areas, almost including the human race’s orthodox sect. After they return, the name of the underworld will spread all over the world.

The demon’s gaze was dull, staring at the bow of the giant boat, even if it was empty.

Madam Bai discovered his strangeness and couldn’t help asking: “The Heavenly Demon Palace has a long history. Can fellow Taoists recognize the origin of the Lunatic King?”

“It should be a mistake.”

The demon shook his head and said, “How can that one subdue to others?”

“Who is it?”

Mrs. Bai’s immortal corpse enlightened and did not inherit the memory of her life. Since the immortal Buddha has not been seen in the world in recent years, she does not know much about its secrets.

“An existence like the Demon Ancestor, you can’t call it by name!”

After the demon said it, he turned into a light and left, making up his mind that he could not leave the Holy Realm of Huangquan until he died.

Madam Bai’s complexion changed slightly, no matter how she inherited the profound and mysterious, she didn’t dare to say that she was comparable to the demon ancestor, she suddenly regretted going out, and quickly turned into a escape.

Baiguling is desolate, but wins in stability!

…

Daganlou ship.

Du Si stood on the bow, looking at the huge boat in the distance.

“The prefecture, it’s not just been established for a few years, how come there is such an atmosphere?”

“The celestial means are beyond our ability to speculate.”

Li Jing couldn’t help feeling agitated, and in the future, he would build such a huge boat.

At this time.

There was a clamor, and only a dozen old white-haired men approached.

Headed by the great Mohist tycoon, Mo Yuan, holding a wood-plastic statue in his hand, gesticulating excitedly.

Du Si arched his hands and said, “Master Mo, what happened?”

The Mohist was not well-known in Dagan, but it was actually very important. They were all used by the court to make weapons and boats. The giant Mo Yuan was appointed as Taishi and ranked among the three men. In theory, his official position was one level higher than Du Si.

“Du Xiang, I’m going to see Grandpa Master.”

Mo Yuan respectfully supported the wood-plastic statue and said, “The Lunatic King of the Netherworld is the Patriarch of the Mo Family, Mo Sage!”

“Sage Mo! Is the Taishi sure that it is the one in the book?”

Du Si was horrified. The scholar chanted Ziyue every day, and if he really saw the “zi”, he was probably shocked and at a loss.

“That’s natural. Although the old man is old, he is not dim-eyed.”

Mo Yuan said: “The statue of the Patriarch is the inheritance of the Mo family. Only when the Mo Sage descends, will the induction be born.”

While talking, Mo Yuan and many of the Mohist masters were about to turn into escape and fly away.

It’s a deal!

Du Si waved his hand to cast a spell, but was immediately imprisoned by the space, stopping Mo Yuan and others.

“Master Mo is calm and restless, the auspicious time is coming, and you must not disturb Master Fahai’s proving. Saint Mo is in the underworld, and there is a deal between the court and the underworld, so I’m not afraid of not being able to find it!”

“Besides, it’s not good to interrupt Mo Sheng with such a sudden audience!”

Mo Yuan didn’t care who proclaimed the Dao, as long as he recognized his ancestors and returned to the ancestors, it was equal to the great patron of heaven, and the Lord was not afraid when he came. However, Du Si was reasonable. To see the patriarch, he must hand over the fasting and bathing ceremony.

“Du Xiang is right!”

Mo Yuan turned his head to discuss with many Mohist experts how to visit the patriarch.

Du Si breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called people to call the court to discuss countermeasures. If the Mo family disciples left Dagan and returned to Mo Sheng’s command, it would be a great loss for the court.

Li Jing looked transparent from the sidelines. After all, he had served as a commander for decades.

“Friend Du Dao, with your talents, you may not be able to prove a sage in the future. Now you are trapped in the commonplace and you can’t extricate yourself. Isn’t it because of a small loss?”

“What King Chu said, of course Du understands.”

Du Si Chuanyin replied: “At that time, Du was only a timid scholar, and he was able to understand it only when he met Mr. Zhou, so he can’t forget the teachings of Mr. Zhou at all times!”

Li Jing curiously asked, “What teaching?”

“For the peace of the world!”

Du Si’s voice was ethereal and extremely firm.

“Compared with that, what counts as a mere sage?”

…

Noon is approaching.

The statue of the world-zun in the Zhanye Temple burst out with dazzling light.

The light of the Buddha descended from the sky and the golden lotus rushed from the earth.

Seeing this, the monks in the temple looked crazy and kept shouting.

“Salute to the Lord!”

“Praise the Guangming Ancient Buddha!”

——Wait a moment and refresh it, I’m extremely sorry!

Mo Yuan said: “The statue of the Patriarch is the inheritance of the Mo family. Only when the Mo Sage descends, will the induction be born.”

While talking, Mo Yuan and many of the Mohist masters were about to turn into escape and fly away.

It’s a deal!

Du Si waved his hand to cast a spell, but was immediately imprisoned by the space, stopping Mo Yuan and others.

“Master Mo is calm and restless, the auspicious time is coming, and you must not disturb Master Fahai’s proving. Saint Mo is in the underworld, and there is a deal between the court and the underworld, so I’m not afraid of not being able to find it!”

“Besides, it’s not good to interrupt Mo Sheng with such a sudden audience!”

Mo Yuan didn’t care who proclaimed the Dao, as long as he recognized his ancestors and returned to the ancestors, it was equal to the great patron of heaven, and the Lord was not afraid when he came. However, Du Si was reasonable. To see the patriarch, he must hand over the fasting and bathing ceremony.

“Du Xiang is right!”

Mo Yuan turned his head to discuss with many Mohist masters~www.mtlnovel.com~ how to meet the patriarch.

Du Si breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called people to call the court to discuss countermeasures. If the Mo family disciples left Dagan and returned to Mo Sheng’s command, it would be a great loss for the court.

Li Jing looked transparent from the sidelines. After all, he had served as a commander for decades.

“Friend Du Dao, with your talents, you may not be able to prove a sage in the future. Now you are trapped in the commonplace and you can’t extricate yourself. Isn’t it because of a small loss?”

“What King Chu said, of course Du understands.”

Du Si Chuanyin replied: “At that time, Du was only a timid scholar, and he was able to understand it only when he met Mr. Zhou, so he can’t forget the teachings of Mr. Zhou at all times!”

Li Jing curiously asked, “What teaching?”

“For the peace of the world!”

Du Si’s voice was ethereal and extremely firm.

“Compared with that, what counts as a mere sage?”