I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 225

Feng Xu Yufeng.

Traveling towards the sea and dusk Cangwu.

Fairies should be like this.

Zhou Yi turned into a light and flew in the sky.

He didn't ride the sacred bull or controlled the God Shuttle, only used the sword to escape, and left Luozhou in a moment.

An hour later, he passed through the 100,000 mountains and entered the territory of the Demon Kingdom of Jizhou.

The magical power of the earth evil is blessed by the wind, the ordinary sword escape method, and the speed is comparable to the top escape magical power. .

Under the rule of the magic road, Jizhou has a very different style and appearance from Yunzhou. The city walls are generally thick and old, the buildings in the city are blue-grey, and the mansions are like small forts.

The overall feeling of the building is ancient, depressing, and dangerous.

The evil spirit is rising in the city, and it seems that there are restrictions and restrictions on the formation, making it difficult for the evil spirit to spread in all directions.

Under the erosion of evil spirits, ordinary people don't have a long life span, and those who are strong and healthy are brave and fierce.

The common customs under the control of the Demon Dao Sect were screened right from birth, and those with poor physique didn't even have the qualifications to live.

Just a moment after Zhou Yi passed the city, he saw several gang fights and fights. The demonic monks in the lead drove the skeleton evil spirits and became murderous, even swallowing his own people.

Boom!

A demon thunder fell from the sky, and smashed the monks who were killing them into ashes.

The two groups of people suddenly turned into birds and beasts, thinking that the old demon was provoked by the fighting and noisy, and if they escaped, they might be refined into magical weapons.

"The monks who survived in this environment only talked about the life-and-death fighting method, far surpassing those of the same rank. It's no wonder that Su Yu could escape from the first-rank siege."

As soon as Zhou Yi entered Jizhou, he would still attack and kill evil spirits. After that, he saw too much, and he could only respect local customs.

Another half day.

Toward the direction of the induction of the demon illustration book, the escape light diagonally crosses the territory of Jizhou, as the distance approaches, the induction of the position of the mother of white lotus becomes more and more accurate.

Zhouyi looked down from the cloud, surrounded by thousands of miles of cascading mountains and ridges, and in the middle was the plain of the land of Daqian.

The humane atmosphere on the plains is exuberant, so it should be a small country of human race.

Lowering the light, I saw temples on the plain, which can be called ten temples in one village and ten temples in one county. Buddhism is more prosperous than Bodhi County.

"Buddha country on earth?"

Zhou Yi's body shape changed into a yellow-clothed old monk in a flash, and the magical power of Huang Ting Dao Jing was changed, which was comparable to the purest Dharma.

Flying all the way, seeing golden light shining from a distance, dazzling people's eyes.

It was only after flying closer that the entire city was shaped like a huge temple, built with colored glaze and painted with gold paint on the walls. The sunlight shining on, reflected infinite brilliance.

The believers who entered the city were full of pious expressions, and bowed their heads in three steps, aiming at the Great Buddha Temple in the middle of the city.

Zhou Yi dropped the head of the cloud and entered through the city gate.

"Meet the master!"

"Amitabha."

Zhouyi put his hands together in return.

After entering the city, I found out that all around were monks.

The traffickers are pawns, and they are the monks who lead the carts and sell the pulp.

Zhou Yi walked towards the center of the city, and met several officials in monk clothes, talking about where the drought occurred, what should be done to pray for rain, where the disease spreads, and the altar must be opened for treatment.

"This is the real Buddha Kingdom on earth!"

When the monks in the city encountered Zhouyi, they bowed down and gave salutes, honoring them as masters and monks.

The relics temporarily condensed by Huang Ting's mana are pure and pure in the breath of Buddhism, and they have the double concealment of sun-shielding magical powers and standing upright.

Zhou Yi followed his breath to the Great Buddha Temple in the middle of the city.

As the name suggests, a golden Buddha with a height of more than ten feet sits on a lotus platform with compassion on his face, overlooking all beings.

There is a grand puja in front of the temple. There are two gorgeous high platforms on the left and right, and two monks are sitting and debating the scriptures.

On the left is a young monk, his lips are like danzhu, his skin is like fat, and he is not as handsome as a mortal.

On the right is an old monk with a sad face, three feet of eyebrows drooping, and a pale golden complexion, sitting cross-legged on a high platform like an arhat came to the world.

The believers came from all directions, and after worshiping the Golden Buddha, they gathered around the high platform with a fanatical expression.

The old monk seems to have a far-reaching reputation, and many believers chanted the titles such as the long-brow **** monk and the master of wisdom on the mountain. On the contrary, the young monk was silent and unfamiliar, and no one paid attention to it.

"Really fate, hundreds of thousands of miles away, I actually met Master Fahai!"

Zhou Yi suddenly became interested, and Madame Bailian couldn't run away anyway, so she sat cross-legged on the ground to listen to the debate on the stage.

The young monk was Fahai, but with a new skin, the spirit of the spirit did not change in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Miao Shan said that the killing Arhat found the immortal lotus root and recast the body of Fahai. He had never thought it would be so handsome.

The two on the stage kept talking, refuting each other with one word.

When expounding Buddhism, the Buddha's light is induced, and golden lotus blossoms from the sky to the ground, manifesting various visions.

The old monk was able to speak calmly in the early days, but after a while, his voice was rushed, and after a while his face was flushed.

"Amitabha! If you don't cross by yourself, how can you talk about crossing sentient beings. Masters are young, if you don't increase the Dharma first, otherwise crossing people will just be vain..."

"The Master's words are wrong! To cross people is to cross yourself, to cross all the people in the world, and naturally become a Buddha!"

Fahai said: "The Guizong only talks about transcending oneself, not for sentient beings, for being small-minded, and greatly useless!"

The old monk could not argue for the scriptures, he was anxious at first, and said angrily: "The master said that the Buddhist teachings of this temple are useless?"

Fahai nodded and said, "The Hinayana Buddhism cannot cross sentient beings or become Buddhas. What use is it for?"

"Does the Master say..."

The old monk Gao Xuan said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! The poor monk has committed an aversion, and he must face the wall to reflect on it for ten days. Brother Zhijue is invited to come on stage for the time being!"

"Goodness!"

Fahai said: "The mage still has medicine to save. It is better to worship the poor monk, listen to the scriptures every day, and practice the supreme Dharma!"

The old monk swallowed his anger. The opponent came from the legendary Buddha realm. He was young and suspected of bullying the younger generation in his hands-on fighting.

Soon after the old monk stepped down, a gray-clothed monk soon came up, covered in dust and dirt on his feet, as if he had just emerged from the ground.

"Poor monk, Zhijue, is personally comprehending the hard work of the farmers and the people, and the hard-won food. The wizard will only talk about people here, maybe distinguish the grains?"

"This statement is very bad. The poor monk can hardly distinguish the grains, but he can use the law to spread the rain and protect the soil and water."

Fahai said: "The mage has no magic power, but he is stuck on an acre of land. It seems that he feels the hard work of the farmers, but in fact he only cares about his own practice~www.mtlnovel.com~ can't bear to be born by the common people."

"I wonder how many people can be relieved of the famine with the food grown by the Master?"

After a few words, the gray-clothed monk at the top was speechless. He would cast spells and rain when he saw a drought, but he couldn't say it now.

The person who crossed is still the root of oneself, and the monk in gray had to swallow the bitter water.

"The rice field of the poor monk has not been irrigated. Let me put it down for the time being today. Please come and argue with the mage..."

Later.

Every monk is like a marquee, constantly coming up and down.

If you argue with Fahai more than ten or eight sentences, you will lose the battle if you have less than three or five sentences, and you will find a reason to change your monk to the stage.

Those who come from the Fahai Sea will not refuse, their tongues blooming with lotus flowers, they will respond to the grieving faces of the monks of the Great Buddha Temple.

The expressions in the audience gradually became distressed. Who would want a foreign monk to show off in front of the Big Buddha Temple.

Chapter end