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Volume 1: Pagoda Chapter 169: The Mantra of Killing

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    He Wu raised his chest and raised his head when he heard the words: "Why don't you dare? As long as I can give birth to the spiritual root of Buddha's light, cleanse the marrow and build a golden body, I am not afraid of any more hardships!"

    "Okay!" Prajna said and said to Zhixing: "Send him to the Sutra Pavilion and bring up the Killing Scroll for him to see!"[]

    Zhi Xing sang "Hey", and immediately rolled up his sleeves. Everything around He Wu changed. In a blink of an eye, he was in a castle in the sky, and everything around him was filled with mist and swallows.

    "What kind of magical power is this?" He Wu looked surprised. He had seen many Shukuchi Techniques and teleportation techniques, but it was rare to see someone phantom like this.

    "This is called the Maitreya world." Zhixing smiled slightly: "When you can cultivate the Buddha's light spiritual root in the future, and then cultivate to a certain level, you will be able to do it." After speaking, he pointed forward: "Follow me!"

    He Wu followed him into the castle in the air. Once inside, he saw many bookshelves lined up around him, with volumes of scriptures placed on them.

    Zhixing led him to the center and pointed to the futon on the ground. He Wu understood and crossed his body. Zhixing clasped his hands together and chanted. Suddenly, golden light began to appear around the futon, and then these golden lights intertwined and entwined in front of He Wu.  After a moment, a stone tablet that seemed to be insubstantial appeared in front of He Wu's eyes.

    "Read this scroll of killing animals slowly. If you can understand the basics within three months, you can continue to practice. If you don't have any clue, this path is not suitable for you!" After Zhixing finished speaking, he rushed behind He Wu.  Little Hualien smiled, turned one palm, and a string of red beads was delivered to her.

    Little Hualien tilted her head and picked up the beads. In an instant, the long beads began to shrink. In an instant, they were only the size of three fingers, but they fit perfectly on Little Hualien's wrist. At this time, Little Hualien dozed off and directly  He lay on He Wu's lap and went to sleep.

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    "Don't worry, her reborn body is too fragile. The beads in my string are all the spirits of heaven and earth. It can just warm her body and let her sleep well for three months. You can also take advantage of this.  Let¡¯s take a chance and see if there¡¯s any luck?¡± After saying that, he said Amitabh to He Wu, and the whole person disappeared.

    Seeing this, He Wu stretched out his hand to touch the little flower lotus, then raised his head to look at the phantom stone tablet. At this glance, there were only two words on the stone tablet, killing, and there was no extra word. Even when he probed with his spiritual sense, he could see that  There was no slight change; but He Wu chose to close his eyes. When the word "kill" was very clear in his mind, he opened his eyes again and started to stare at these two words and read them carefully.

    This sight made him stare for three days. After three days, he finally discovered the little secret of these two characters, that is, every stroke of these two characters has many densely packed tadpoles.  It was composed of tadpole essays, but he didn¡¯t recognize any of them.

    He Wu was immediately a little annoyed by this discovery, but he was not easily discouraged, so he continued to stare.

    After looking at it for fifteen days, he realized that these tadpole writings actually looked like some hand gestures, so he stretched out his hands and began to imitate the gestures. The result was that this gesture was incredible, and he felt an inexplicable suction force rushing towards him.  Attacked, and a dragon roar sounded from the depths of the sea of ??consciousness!

    In an instant, the violent energy in the blood of the ancestral dragon surged out, followed by the ancient evil energy belonging to Yongzhu in the body. The two auras mixed and filled He Wu's body, and his eyes suddenly turned red.  , the skin around him quickly strengthened, and after a few sounds of cloth crumbling, He Wu looked like a ragged man, but at this moment, when he looked at the phantom stone tablet with his red eyes, what he saw was a  A very strange font rushed out from the stone tablet and rushed into his head!

    He Wu's sea of ??consciousness immediately began to hurt. He almost instinctively mobilized the beast soul in his body to resist, but the strange thing was that the beast soul seemed to be suppressed and did nothing, while the various essences and blood he collected in his body began to  Gather into a group.

    The endless sea of ??consciousness at the lower level of the dual sea of ??consciousness stirred up huge waves. The red souls shivered in fear as if they had encountered a ghost. And from the bottom of this endless sea of ??consciousness, word by word appeared, and all the souls began to worry about this.  The words gather together to make them clearer and clearer.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away and the upper sea of ??consciousness, the fake Zhongding Sea of ????Consciousness, filled in the floating sky with words, but only after the golden light flickered, the words were not visible at all.

    Slowly, in the endless sea of ??consciousness, the complicated characters that He Wu did not recognize became clearer and clearer, and the long scroll on the upper level began to reverse.

    He Wu¡¯s body couldn¡¯t help but tremble. At this moment, he could hardly do anything except endure the pain and look inside, as if his whole body was out of his control.

    Slowly, the scroll stopped turning, and then turned into a drop of golden water and dripped onto the word in the endless sea of ??consciousness. Suddenly the whole word seemed to be covered with a golden body, shining with brilliance, and He Wu only felt a burning heat in his body.  The power suddenly burst out, and in the next breath, the stone tablet shattered, and he fell on his back.He fell to the ground, becoming unconscious, and on his chest exposed by his tattered clothes, a word exactly like the one in the sea of ??consciousness appeared.

    Just when He Wu was unconscious, Prajna, who was sitting in meditation, opened his eyes. He looked at the golden light projected into the room, smiled, and looked at the two people around him.

    Zhixing smiled slightly: "It seems that junior brother has not only realized it, but also mastered it."

    Prajna nodded: "It seems like it's really a chance."

    But the long-browed Zhihai beside him shook his head: "No, my disciple feels that the calamity in his body is too heavy. Today he has learned the Buddhist mantra of killing. If his mind is not strong in the future, I am afraid he will become a demon. At that time,  became our sin.¡±

    Prajna pondered and then said: "There is some truth in what Zhihai said. Zhixing, please take him out and go to the Swamp of Resentment to stabilize his mind."

    "Host, is it a bit too much for him?"

    "He can activate the entire Killing Mantra within two months. I guess his willpower must not be too bad. Otherwise, if he cannot control the ferocity in his body, he will just sacrifice the Killing Scroll; so go there and give it a try.  If the mantra can have a trace of Buddha's light and take root, haha, this will be the greatest blessing of our Buddhism!"

    When Zhixing heard the words, he responded, and then his figure gradually disappeared. Zhihai turned his head and looked at Prajna: "Master, you said that if he becomes successful, it will be the greatest blessing of Buddhism. I don't understand."

    Prajna smiled faintly, stretched out his finger and drew in the void. After a moment, the light and shadow of a golden lotus appeared.

    Zhihai narrowed his eyes: "Is this the reason?"

    Prajna nodded, raised his hand and swept away, the golden lotus disappeared, and Zhihai clasped his hands together: "It turns out that he is a person who resists calamity! How good! I hope he can succeed!"
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