Chapter 183

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It is windy at night.

The lights in the hall are flickering and dimming.

Only the flames burning on the flesh and blood on the ground, the strong wind could not move a single bit, the red flames scorched, and the whole great hall was stained with a scorching blood.

The monks looked solemn.

Bangguzi asked: "Dare to ask the abbot, where is the Junior Brother Jie Bodhi?"

This question actually asked where the body of Jie Bodhi was.

"This is the only thing left."

The abbot pointed to the burning flesh and blood, sighed, and said: "If you just focus on cultivation and shut your mantra, Regardless of the life and death of the same sect senior and junior brothers, I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch up with this last journey."

The flesh and blood is gradually withering.

It means that the Martial Dao qi and blood poured into the flesh and blood before the bodhisattva died has been almost consumed.

The bones walked towards the flame.

zi zi ……

The sound of burning in the flame made the bones heard very fascinated. He stared at the crimson flame with scorching eyes, and finally reached out his hand.

Bone bones are beautiful and beautiful. They are the best-looking monk in the entire Nether Temple, plus maintaining a young appearance. At the age of forties, he looks only 20 years old, red The lips and white teeth are well maintained. Even his palm that stretches towards the flames is smooth and delicate. Compared with the delicate hands of the Aristocratic Family ladies, they are almost the same.

"Hurry up!"

"White bones, you want to die?"

"Jie Bodhi was burned by the flames, the flames are like bone marrow, simply extinguished No way. The monks in my Nether Temple are all gathered here, but there is no way to deal with this kind of flame."

"Quickly stop!"

The monks Shouting, very anxious.

A few people wanted to rush forward and pulled the bones away from the red flames, but they were worried that the bones would be ignited by the flames, causing them to catch him, and they would catch fire again. Held back.

The white bones turned a deaf ear to the yells of the crowd, still maintaining the motion of reaching out, with his palms steady and steady, gradually moving closer to the flames.

"What are you panicking?"

The abbot glanced at the people, coldly said: "I wait for the Buddhist dísciple, and normally I participate in Zen ritual Buddha. The word'meditation' should be kept in mind. You wait In sect, the seniority is not low, why is concentration so low?"

The monks shut up one after another.

The abbot turned around and stared at the bones.

Bone's palm is about a foot away from the flame, and the high temperature of the flame has ignited Bone's fingertips.

hu hu!

The flames rose up, wrapped the palms of the bones, and spread rapidly toward the arms.

"What a sacred fire!"

The bones screamed, the arm that was not on fire, like a bolt of lightning, fell on the arm of the fired arm and pinched it. With skin and flesh, pulling down quickly.

Sizzle!

It sounded like cracked silk.

The bones were like tearing apart a piece of cloth, tearing the burning arm apart, even the leather belt, and tossing it to the ground quickly.

In this way, there will be two flames on the ground.

The old fire came from the Bodhi of Precepts.

The new flame comes from bones.

"Amitabha, good is good."

White bones raised two palms, one flesh and blood is intact, and the other is only dense bones, both palms are in With their chests folded together, the monks in the temple applied a very standard Buddhist principle, saying: "Junior Brother's life, the most obsessed with enlightenment, was born in Martial Dao and died in Martial Dao, which is considered dead. Nowadays, Jie Bodhi is dead. Being able to die in such a flame, even though death is glorious, why do you all put on a sad expression?"

The monks were silent for a while.

Bone bones looked at the monks, and finally fixed his gaze on a fat monk, and asked: "Is there any change in the first seat of Jixiangtang in the past six months?"

The fat monk shook his head and said: "It has always been this poor monk."

The bones said: "This poor monk is hungry."

The fat monk said quickly: "I'm hungry. Naturally want to eat, dare to ask Senior Brother, what do you want to eat for this meal?"

White bone raised his palm, looked at the section of bones, and said: "As the saying goes, what to eat to make up for?"

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The fat monk turned and left, and quickly returned to the great hall with a basket of ingredients. They were all bear paws, tiger claws, etc., which were obviously just chopped off, ticking. The blood is falling.

Bone took a bear's paw, put it to his mouth, and blew it lightly, a flame burst out of his mouth, and the hair on the bear's paw was burnt clean. Then he opened his mouth to bite and eat. Got ka-cha to ring.

In an instant.

An elder brother weighing five or six catties was eaten cleanly by the bones, and the fleshless arm of the bones was regrowing at the speed visible by naked eye. .

A little while later.

A basket of bloody bloody food was eaten cleanly by the bones.

I finished eating.

The palm is completely restored to its original shape.

White Bones raised the palm that he had just recovered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then a ball of flame emerged from his palm, burning the blood between the palms of his fingers, as if his palm had just been burned. Torn the arm, gnaw the raw meat, and then grow the flesh again... This series of things has never happened.

"Everyone, go back."

The bones waved to the monks.

The monks looked at the abbot and saw that the abbot did not say much, so they stopped saying more and left one after another.

In the great hall, only the white bones and the abbot are left standing among the many Buddha statues. The monks’ robes are clean and bright, and their faces are solemn appearances. The white bones are beautiful because of their red lips, white. Teeth, in this situation, it seems to be a reincarnation of the Buddha, which makes people live in high spirits at first glance.

"Dare to ask the abbot."

The bones bowed and saluted, and said, "Is the life of the little monk important?"

The abbot was nodded.

Baiguzi pointed to himself, and pointed to the two red flames that were extinguishing on the ground, and asked: "For the Nether Temple, is the life of the little monk important, or is this fire important?"

This question stopped the abbot.

This generation dísciple of the Netherworld Temple has a large number of people and many with extraordinary talents. Among them, the most outstanding are just two, one is the Bodhi of Precepts, and the other is the bones.

Jie Bodhi is dead.

If the bones die, what should the inheritance of Nether Temple do?

Who will inherit the Martial Dao system of Nether Temple?

This question caused frowned, the abbot of Nether Temple, to ponder for a while, and finally said: "Amitabha! This fire is related to my Buddha. If such a method can fall into the hands of my Nether Temple, I From then on, the Netherworld Temple will prosper ten times or even a thousand times."

"One day, you and I will smash void and ascend to the upper realm. Those senior experts in sect who have soared for many years will see this. It must be extremely gratifying."

"If you go one step further and become a Buddha, seeing the Buddha Bodhisattva, you will surely admire them!"