Honghuang: I took the oath to be the strongest Buddha

Chapter 161

“Red Cloud succeeded in creating Sanskrit.

My brother’s idea really worked. ”

Zhun Ti lowered his head and looked at the three thousand words shining with Buddha light floating in Mount Meru.

These words are similar to the text of the Great Avenue.

All made the immortal gods confused and unable to understand.

Even, the Sanskrit made by Red Cloud is more abstract and zigzagging than the Taoist text, like an earthworm climbing a maze.

“When Red Cloud makes words, he won’t drink too much osmanthus fairy brew.”

Rumble!

The robbery thunder had already fallen, and three thousand Sanskrit words emitted Buddha light, carrying the robbery thunder hard.

As the thunder continued to fall, the light of the Buddha in the three thousand Sanskrit languages became deeper and deeper.

The robbery cloud contracted, condensed into the last robbery thunder, thick and thousands of zhang, and fell with a boom.

The three thousand Sanskrit texts are tightly packed together, connected end to end, and form a Sanskrit lotus platform.

Rumble!

The thunder of the thousand zhang robbery slammed into the text lotus platform, the thunder pattern flashed, and the lotus platform shrank rapidly.

Although smaller, the Buddha light emitted by the Sanskrit lotus platform is more refined and brilliant.

Thunder is refining the Sanskrit lotus platform.

Eventually, the thunder disappeared, and Sanskrit became a palm-sized, jade-like lotus platform.

At first glance, I thought it was a real lotus platform.

The clouds retreated, and Xuanhuang merit fell in the air.

“How can the West have Xuanhuang merit?”

“Red Cloud again.”

“Red Cloud Makes Words? This is clearly the stealing demon master Kunpeng. ”

“Damn Red Cloud, my newly created words are almost ready, and he took the lead.”

“What the hell is the word made by Red Cloud?”

“Heavenly Dao, can you open your eyes and take a look, don’t mess with Xuanhuang merit.”

Xuanhuang merit falls, half divided into two, falls into the body of the red cloud and the Sanskrit.

Hong Yun cultivated a little more.

However, it is still far from sanctification.

Sanskrit absorbs the merits of Xuanhuang in the form of a lotus platform and becomes a successful Lingbao, which is also the spiritual treasure of luck in Buddhism.

Xihe, Changxi, Maitreya and others also flew down the Great Thunder Temple to celebrate the red clouds.

Zhun Ti smiled and said, “Hongyun created Sanskrit and has great merit to my Buddhist sect.

In the future, we need to call Hong Yun a Buddhist teacher. ”

“Buddha?” Hongyun waved his hand again and again, “Don’t dare to behave, it’s better to call me Hongyun.” ”

Changxi was amused and giggled.

“Meet the Buddhist Master.”

Maitreya and Da Shizhi followed suit, and gave the name of Red Cloud “Buddha Master” to be confirmed.

Hongyun’s originally happy face turned into bitter melon.

“This is also too deliberate, as soon as I heard the name, I knew that I was stealing Kunpeng.”

Everyone was amused by Hongyun’s pompous expression.

He smiled and asked, “How far away is it from sanctification?” ”

Hong Yun shook his head, “I still can’t sense the opportunity, it’s far from it.” ”

Sanctification, how hard.

“Don’t worry, once or twice it can’t be done, let’s gather less and accumulate more, gather sand into a tower, there will always be a perfect time.”

Everyone said and laughed and flew back to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Red Cloud passed three thousand Sanskrit words to everyone.

Seeing Sanskrit, although everyone is a fairy god, they all feel numb in their scalps.

Changxi pouted, “Sister, this word is even more difficult to recognize than Daowen.” ”

Xi He didn’t control his emotions well, and nodded: “Yes, it’s so difficult to know, and I don’t know how Red Cloud was created.” ”

“He stole ten altars of osmanthus fairy brew a few days ago.” Changxi sued.

“No wonder.” Xi He suddenly realized.

“I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense, don’t blame me.”

Hongyun heard the conversation between Changxi and Xihe, and hurriedly denied it three times.

“I occasionally feel that the words created are like this, and it has nothing to do with spirit wine.”

“You are inspired when you are drunk.” Introduce Hongyun to a divine help.

“How do you know… No, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense…”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Sanskrit is difficult to understand, but everyone is a fairy god, and it is not very easy to understand.

Introduction, Xihe, Changxi are also joking.

However, he is really worried about the Terrans at the foot of Mount Meru, as well as the creatures of the West.

Such Sanskrit is too unfriendly to them.

After a moment of talking and laughing, Maitreya, the Great Trend Zhi Zhi

Everyone retreated and stopped Red Cloud, who was about to leave.

Hong Yun asked strangely what was going on with the introduction, but the lead did not answer and sat quietly.

His mind fell into the system and he saw a new task coming out of the system.

[Task 4: The prefecture is present. The Houtu sense that the desolate creatures have no place to return after death, and are looking for a way to save them. Help Houtu establish prefectures and perfect the six reincarnations. 】

“This mission… Houtu should be incarnated as a prefecture. ”

After using the divine foot power, the mind left the west, and instantly came to the vicinity of the sea of blood, looking for the figure of the back soil.

After Dijiang brought back Pangu Mixed Yuan Gong from Mount Meru, the ancestors and witches were overjoyed to practice.

Houtu had no intention of practicing Pangu Mixed Yuan Gong, and walked out of Buzhou Mountain in a daze, wandering around indifferently.

Before the Lich War, the Wu Clan lost half of it.

The tribes in Houtu suffered heavier losses, and the Great Witch Houyi was also killed by Taiyi, and the corpse did not survive.

I don’t know when, for some reason, Houtu suddenly developed a dislike for war.

After walking out of Buzhou Mountain, she often saw lonely souls and grudges wandering in the dark corners of the flood wilderness.

I often hear the crying of ghosts in the middle of the night.

There are also fights between ghosts and things.

The fierce god is vicious, and the powerful ghost king will drive and eat away at the weak, newborn remnant soul.

I wonder how many of these remnant souls are witches?

And how many were killed by the witch clan?

In addition to disgust, Houtu also gave birth to sympathy for them.

The terrain is kun, and the gentleman carries things with great virtue.

Houtu, as the ancestor of the earth, suddenly woke up to her mission at a certain moment.

She wants to find a harbor for these lonely souls and grudges to live in.

Just, how to do it?

Thinking about this problem, Houtu unknowingly made a big bend on the flood and walked back to the western part of the Buzhou Mountain.

Not far to the northwest, is the Sea of Blood.

The sea of blood is the dirtiest place in the flood wilderness, and it has always attracted ghosts.

The closer to the sea of blood, the more ghosts Houtu encountered, and the stronger the strength became.

She kept dispersing the sneaking ghosts and walked southwest without a goal.

I don’t know how long she walked, she heard a Sanskrit sound in the distance.

“Buddha Yin? Who will chant here? ”

Because of the Pangu Mixed Yuan Gong, the twelve ancestors and witches were very concerned about the introduction, and when Houtu heard it, he knew that the “Pure Land Past Life Sutra” was recited in the distance.

She followed the sound curiously, and soon saw a gentle Buddha light in the distance.

In the light of the Buddha sits a red-haired god Buddha.

“Red Cloud Daoist!”

Red Cloud recited the scriptures, confused.

He didn’t know why he suddenly threw him near the lair of the River Styx, and let himself recite the Pure Land Sutra here.

Do you want to let yourself cross the grievances here?

Hong Yun was sad.

The resentful souls near the sea of blood are no better than elsewhere, not only are there more in number, but their strength is also extremely strong.

Some resentful souls retained their memories before death, continued to cultivate, and became ghost immortals and ghost saints.

Just as he was strange, Hong Yun heard Houtu’s exclamation.

Hong Yun was also strange and greeted Houtu.

“It turned out to be the Houtuzu Wu, why are you here?”