Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 107: The Power of All Living Things (×) The Power of the Cheat (√)

Pushing open the door of the hall, Russell stepped into the hall.

Inside the hall, a six-meter-tall golden statue sat cross-legged, its head almost touching the ceiling of the hall.

This Buddha statue has thick, drooping ears, a face like a golden plate, half-closed eyes, and a seemingly compassionate smile, but it also reveals an indescribable majesty that goes straight to the soul.

When people see it, they can't help but put their hands together and salute.

"There are two statues of Dharma in the temple. This one is the Vajra statue. Mr. Luo, the secret of the Diamond Sutra lies in the golden body. If you can comprehend it, you can become the invincible Vajra of Buddhism." The voice of Master Du'e came in.

The Diamond Sutra is in the Dharmadhatu?

Buddhism emphasizes wisdom, but unfortunately, Russell lacked this. He tilted his head and stared at the Vajra statue for a long time, but could not see anything.

The soul investigated and found that there were restrictions on the Dharma.

The meridians resonate and the Dharma appearance is as solid as a rock.

When you touch it, the Dharma image is smooth.

Forget it, it’s up to you to teach me or not.

After half a quarter of an hour, Russell, who had tried his best, decisively withdrew and left.

"Are you giving up now?"

Not only the practitioners and common people of various systems, but even Emperor Yuan Jing and a number of royal relatives and dignitaries did not understand Russell's behavior.

This is the Buddhist Vajra magic!
Who doesn’t want to practice? Didn’t you see that all the warriors present were standing on tiptoe, looking up at the Buddha statue, wishing they could pop their eyes out and stick to it?

As for Russell, he was the closest to the Vajra Divine Art, but he gave up so easily after only half a minute. It was a complete waste of opportunity and a squandering of resources!

"What a pity. If Russell could comprehend the Vajra magic, you might be able to go further on your journey as a martial monk, and it would not be impossible for you to be promoted to the third-grade Vajra." Chu Yuanzhen patted the bald man's shoulder and comforted him.

"No need to force it." Master Hengyuan looked at the Vajra Dharma Image with the same fiery eyes. He followed the path of a martial monk. After the eighth level, he would become a third-level Vajra. If he wanted to advance, the Vajra magic was the most important thing.

"Isn't this big monk and the supervisor betting on the Vajra Magic Power? Wait until Russell passes and then go ask him for it." Li Miaozhen said carelessly.

It's not that she is generous to others. She is a person who is open-hearted to her friends. If the skills and treasures can help others, she will never hoard them.

After bidding farewell to the Vajra Dharma Image, Russell walked straight out of the hall.

The noise from the outside world suddenly became like a flood, surging and surging, because as long as Russell stepped out of the small temple, the fight would come to an end, which meant that Dafeng would once again suppress Buddhism.

At this moment, the squinting Vajra statue in the temple suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the majesty of Buddhism was like a landslide and a tsunami, engulfing Russell with unstoppable force.

The Buddha's light was vast and overbearing, trying to crush his will and force changes in his heart.

"Old monk, what are you doing? The fight is over, why are you still taking action?" Li Miaozhen shouted, and the three-foot-long green sword in her hand was immediately unsheathed, and she stabbed it at Du'e Arhat.

The people became even more outraged, and all kinds of insulting words were heard from all directions.

"Amitabha, don't worry, everyone. This stage has just begun." Du'e Arhat chanted the Buddha's name, deflecting Li Miaozhen's flying sword. His voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, spread throughout the audience: "This stage is called Shura's Heart."

As he spoke, Du'e Arhat explained the meaning of Shura's questioning of the heart. For a moment, the boiling shouts stopped abruptly, and the entire capital city fell silent at this moment. No one would want a warrior who was sure to become an extraordinary man to convert to Buddhism.

"Russell..." Li Miaozhen looked up at Russell, whose face was ferocious. This was the first time she felt fear in her life.

On the rooftop of the Star-Picking Tower, Emperor Yuan Jing suddenly turned around, pointed at Luo Su in the secret realm, and said urgently, "Supervisor, I will not allow Luo Su to become a Buddhist disciple. No matter what method you use, you must stop him."

He must bring this good seedling into the royal family. Even if not, he cannot let him become a sharp weapon in the hands of Buddhism.

The Supervisor remained silent, even refusing to look him in the eye. Anger welled up in Emperor Yuan Jing's heart, but he was helpless, so he turned to look at Luo Yuheng: "State Master..."

Before Emperor Yuan Jing finished speaking, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Luo Yuheng had raised the Dao Sword without him noticing. The sword energy was sharp, emitting cold light, ready to strike.

It is the Imperial Master who understands my thoughts and is willing to help me solve my problems.

Emperor Yuan Jing's emotions calmed down a little, and he once again confirmed his guess that the Imperial Master definitely could not withstand the burning of the karmic fire and wanted to practice dual cultivation with him, but because of his arrogant personality, he could not let go of his face, so he had to submit to him in this way.

Alas... why do you need to do this? With my love for you, I will immediately make you a noble concubine as soon as you say the word.

On the other hand, Emperor Yuan Jing was complacent, but Russell was in a terrible situation.

"The eight sufferings of life are meaningless. Joining Buddhism is the only destination..." "How can a time traveler achieve such a virtue? You can do what Xu Qi'an did. Practice Mahayana Buddhism, join Buddhism, and call Buddha your ancestor..."

"Join the Buddhist sect and kill Xu Qian'an. You are the only choice for the Supervisor..."

The almost bewitching Zen sounds resounded in the deepest part of Russell's sea of ​​consciousness, and each note carried immense magical power.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

Russell roared in his heart and punched continuously, hitting the Dharma image. The fists roared, but the Zen sound did not diminish at all.

Du'e Arhat frowned and shook his head, saying, "Only by taking refuge in Buddhism can one escape the sea of ​​suffering. Why are you so stubborn and stubborn?"

Russell's resistance seemed to have aroused the anger of the Buddha statue. The fog in Foshan shook violently, and a golden body that stood tall and straight condensed.

It was like everything in the world, everything became insignificant, clouds and mist swirled around him, the sky-supporting Dharma image slowly lowered its head, and then slowly stretched out a huge Buddha's palm and pressed down heavily!
In the hall, Russell's shoulders sank suddenly, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

The overwhelming pressure tried to force him to kneel.

"Bow down to the golden statue and take refuge in the Buddha."

The sound of Zen echoed in the Buddha realm, and the entire Buddha realm was resonating, with endless pressure coming from all directions.

Crack, crack, crack... For a moment, Russell's whole body made a terrible sound of twisting bones.

"Kneel down, kneel down, and everything will be easy."

"Russell, stand up, don't kneel!" Emperor Yuan Jing roared on the Bagua stage. His voice was transmitted through the formation and resounded throughout the square.

"It's His Majesty's voice!" the people cheered.

Although Emperor Yuan Jing was a complete tyrant, in the eyes of the people in the capital, he was the supreme god. Since he spoke, it meant that Russell was now as powerful as the emperor.

He is Dafeng. He represents the face of Dafeng and the face of all of them.

This was like lighting a fuse, and the onlookers became furious.

"stand up!"

"No kneeling!"

"Don't kneel!"

One, two... more and more people shouted "No kneeling", and the voices, carrying public opinion, poured into Russell's sea of ​​consciousness. This thought was complex and grand.

The Incense Seal became scorching hot. Russell could feel something merging into the Incense Seal and flowing into his body, supporting him and encouraging him. His blood began to surge, and his heart beat like a war drum. He struggled to stand up.

Not enough, not enough, more is needed.

Russell screamed silently in his heart.

However, his luck is ultimately rootless and floating. Even if he has the right time, place and people, he still cannot advance public opinion into the power of all living beings.

The Buddhist image was still like a mountain, pressing on his back and making him unable to move.

"It still doesn't work." The supervisor sighed and held the wine glass. The wine in the glass was calm, reflecting the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the common people. The veins on his old palm were bulging.

The golden bowl is the Buddha's magic weapon. To destroy it, one needs the destructive power of the second level. Russell obviously cannot do this with his current strength. It is time for him to take action.

Just before the power of heaven and earth was mobilized, the supervisor suddenly stopped, stood up and looked towards where Russell was.

On the square, in the Buddha realm, Russell seemed to have lost all his strength. He half-knelt on the ground with his head drooping.

Xu Qian'an was stunned, Wei Yuan frowned, Emperor Yuan Jing was furious, Li Miaozhen rushed forward and wanted to fight with Du'e but was stopped by Chu Yuanzhen and Master Hengyuan. Luo Yuheng had already raised his sword, and the sword energy was as fierce as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The emotions of the common people were on the verge of collapse. They were like punctured balloons, losing all their joy and pride.

Only the Supervisor had a look of confusion in his eyes.

This is really unbelievable. The incarnation of the way of heaven, a first-class destiny master, actually has things that cannot be calculated.

Who can tell him where this kid's intelligence has gone?

(End of this chapter)