Look In the Mirror Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Swastika Heart Gang

"Swastika Heart Gang".

It turns out that all the turmoil originated from this secret method.

Legend has it that the ancestor of Minghe established himself with blood, entered the Tao with killing, and comprehended the secret technique "Blood Dropping Sutra".

A drop of blood can perform various forms of life.

From the way of killing to the way of life.

Playing the role of hundreds of millions of creatures in the sea of blood.

Later, when the Buddha came here, he watched the Sutra of Dropping Blood by chance.

I felt that this secret method was profound and unpredictable, so I retreated for seven hundred years, and realized a unique skill from it, which is "Swastika Heart Gang".

Purify your heart with supreme compassion.

From no-self to only-self.

Known as: Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

Later, when the Buddha Nirvana, he turned his own heart into eight treasures and bestowed them on the eight dragons.

Eight treasures can certainly suppress the luck of the world, but more importantly, when these eight treasures are activated by someone, they can turn into shadows again, revealing the "Swastika Heart Gang Sutra".

As long as I practice this sutra, there will be no one in the three realms who can disturb my mind, and the road will surely be smooth from now on.

The Blood Dragon King doesn't care about the existence of this world at all, his real intention is this "Swastika Heart Gang Sutra".

Li Chen pouted, a sanctimonious thing.

Put all the things on it into the bag first, and then throw its body directly into the greedy toad rosary, which should be able to give the blood-winged black mosquito a full meal.

Finally, Li Chen held up the Ding Haizhu in mid-air. Once the Blood Dragon King died, the Ding Haizhu would naturally belong to Li Chen.

Closer observation shows that there is a layer of fluorescence on the surface of the beads, and an ocean in the middle, which is currently turbulent.

The eight supreme treasures are different from the magic treasures. There is no way to drive them, but they have the ability to control water.

Wow~

Suddenly heard the sound of water breaking not far away, Li Chen knew it was the blood sea chasing soldiers.

Where did he dare to hesitate, he summoned the ascetic nuclear boat and galloped towards the other side with a single thought.

Blood Sea Secret Beyond.

Sasheng Temple, Daxiong Hall.

In the middle is a formation made of small blood flags, and above the formation is a dim light.

Before the light group is an incense burner, in which a stick of high incense is burning, and the smoke curls up, which seems to reach people's wishes directly.

The three elders of the prison temple, Obscure, Huiming, and Huique, sat quietly in front of the stove.

Behind them stood the heads of the five Buddhist monasteries, as well as the disciples of each monastery.

Chan Master Ji Mie of Sanbao Chanyuan sighed: "I still remember that the eighth generation of us entered the secret realm but failed to make it because of the loss of the big ship. It's a pity."

Master Jiyong of Yixin Chanyuan clasped his hands together: "Everything has predestined relationship..."

Ji Mie rolled his eyes, there was no common language.

On the contrary, Zen Master Jiyun from Shuangcheng Temple smiled and said: "Brother, he looks more like a monk than a monk from Leiyin Temple."

"You have forgotten that none of the predecessors of the fifth and sixth generations survived.

Until the seventh generation, only four masters and uncles survived. "

Lonely Zen Master said softly: "Perhaps our eighth generation did not go to sea, and it is a blessing among misfortunes."

"Oh, I don't know how much I can come back this time..."

As soon as this remark came out, all the leaders looked tense, and even Zen Master Ji Mie, who hated homework the most, began to chant scriptures silently.

At this moment, a figure flashed out of the red light group in the center of the hall.

The disciple's face was stained with blood, and he was in a mess, but he was full of energy. The most important thing was that there were big bags and small bags around his waist.

"Break!"

After a short period of dizziness, the disciple suddenly heard someone calling his name, and his vision gradually recovered.

hurriedly ran in front of Ji Ran, clasped his palms together and saluted: "Greetings, master, my disciple is back."

Ji Ran didn't care about the dirt on his body, so he hurriedly stood up and asked, "Where are the other brothers?"

"They're all behind."

As soon as the words fell, figures flashed out of the red light group one after another.

They all seemed to be separated. Although their bodies were dirty, everyone returned with a full load and a smile on their faces.

This trip is not a small harvest.

In exchange for success points, it would be worth three years of effort.

"Master!"

There are about 400 disciples who entered the blood sea secret realm.

Half of them remained on this shore, and did not board the ship.

So they were the first to come out.

After about a stick of incense, fewer and fewer disciples came out.

"Is there anyone behind?"

The last disciple looked blankly at the monks in front of him.

"Return to Master Uncle, there is no one on the shore."

"Has the brother who went to sea come back?"

Zen Master Jiran continued to question.

The disciple's eyes wandered, and he was obviously hesitant: "That...disciple didn't see the shadow of the big boat when he came out."

Bang~Bang~Bang...

Lonely Chan Master couldn't calm down, so he simply began to knock on the wooden fish in front of him.

Waiting is suffering and fear.

After all, there are lessons learned from the past. Whether someone can come back is still a matter of opinion.

Jiran counted the disciples who came back, and there are more than 150 disciples, which is already more than the number of previous generations.

He is the head of the Four Noble Temple, and the number of disciples in the Four Noble Temple is the largest. Among the more than one hundred people who came back this time, a small half are disciples who sat down by themselves.

Relatively speaking, he is the most relaxed of the five chief seats.

As for the most nervous one, it must be the Lonely Zen Master.

MD, it took ten years to recruit two people, what if...

Don't dare to think, dare not think.

Bang~Bang~Bang...

In the entire hall, only the sound of wooden fish with abnormal rhythm remained.

"Change the incense, ring the bell~"

The obscure Zen master above suddenly broke the silence of the hall.

It turned out that there was only a small stick of high-quality incense in the incense burner, which was only **** high.

The monks behind him left the court and generation, one for incense and one for ringing the bell.

jingle~jingle~jingle~

After shaking three times in a row, it stopped automatically.

After about three or four breaths, the piercing bell in Li Dai's hand shook slightly.

jingling~

Li Dai was overjoyed immediately: "There are echoes, there are echoes, they are all still alive, they are all still alive."

The monks behind him were also very relieved, but their hearts became more and more nervous.

The opening and closing of the secret realm requires a certain amount of resources.

The lonely monk was beating the wooden fish while looking at the red light cluster in mid-air.

The color of the light group has become dimmer than before.

Judging from this situation, the enchantment gate can last until the sun sets at most.

It was less than four hours at this time.

On the blood shadow ship, all the monks are still waiting.

Parting just sensed the vibration of the piercing bell.

It took about a few breaths and shook three times, which was considered a response.

Farewell put down the bell and looked into the distance.

The blood moon is in the sky, black clouds are whimpering, and thousands of miles of waves are endless.

The waves are like countless hands, pushing the big boat to ride the wind and waves. Compared with the past, the speed has increased by at least five times, which can be regarded as a thousand miles a day.

"Is that the shore?"

Suddenly, a disciple on the deck pointed to the front.

Sure enough, the waves were ups and downs, and a white line went from near to far, and finally hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Parting and squinting, it really is this shore.

Immediately looking back, the scarlet sky, the deep red sea, and the red world seemed so strange.

Youyou retracted his gaze, and it was falling on a white figure on the deck, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart: Junior brother, you must catch up.

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