In a desert south, the God of Sky and the God of Blessing stood on two corpse mountains.

This corpse mountain is made of countless corpses, which looks so terrifying. The two people on the corpse mountain are women and the other are men, but the expressions of the two are very indifferent.

When Li Hugo went to the Sun Temple, he was blocked by these two pillar gods. The Sky God was a woman with a snake tail.

"What Holy Light, what Zoroastrianism, Humph, are all a group of mobs..." The God of Plurality said, carrying a golden hammer and glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

Li Huguo thought to himself that he could still deal with a pillar god, but what they had to face now were two gods.

It seems that all the people from Zoroastrianism and the Holy Light Society have been destroyed, and the strength of these two pillar gods is probably not weak.

"We can still fight!" With the support of Li Bufan, Taoist Master Shenxu walked out and said.

"Don't make a fuss, now you are here, it will only be my burden. You continue to rush to the Sun Temple, where two pillar gods are here, let me deal with it." Li Hugo said.

"Are you alone?" Gong Chuchu couldn't help but worry.

Li Hugo smiled and said, "You forgot that I still have many tricks to press the bottom box."

"Are you talking about Luo Shen?"

"Yes... the fallen river god, only she can do now..." Li Hugo lowered his eyebrows and said, clenching his fists.

Guo Jiao stepped forward: "We and the leader share life and death!"

"Yes, share life and death!" the other female disciples also said.

"Listen to me, don't make trouble!" Li Hugo said, "You are here, I'm afraid that it will only hinder me and will not help me. Hurry up..."

"Want to run?" The God of Plum Blessing and the God of Sky killed the crowd at the same time.

Li Hugo immediately stabbed the Sun and Moon Knife to the ground: "Ice Bag!"

Hurry!

A large number of chains condensed by ice immediately burst out from the ground, bound the two pillar gods. A feathered snake god appeared in the sky. The huge body of the fish also helped Li Huguo to occupy the two pillar gods.

"Go to the temple quickly, I will chase after you soon, and ride them but haven't broken free!" Li Hugo exclaimed.

"Let's go!" Gong Chuchu gritted her silver teeth. She knew that at this time, she could no longer joke, so she could only bite the bullet and go up.

"Damn it, let us go!" The God of Purity struggled, and the ice chains on his body began to crack.

...

In another canyon, a large group of monks had surrounded a goddess holding a shield.

"The great power of heavenly dragon, the world-famous Ksitigarbha, the Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bamakong!"

Two monks, who were sore and weak, performed Buddhism at the same time, and suddenly golden lights penetrated the goddess's body like a long sword, imprisoning him between heaven and earth. The goddess shouted in anger: "You let go of me, let go of me quickly!"

"Female donor, how good is it! Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, as the saying goes, suffering is not suffering, happiness is not happiness, it is just a momentary obsession. Holding on to one thought will be trapped in one thought; letting go of one thought will be free in the heart. Things change with the mind, environment is created by the mind, and troubles are all born from the mind, Amitabha Buddha." He put his waist and hands together and said to the goddess.

The guardian goddess screamed in anger: "If you have the courage, let go of me. I will fight you bald donkeys for three hundred rounds!"

"What does the female donor seem to have any worries? Why don't you recite a Diamond Sutra for the female donor to drive away the distracting thoughts in the female donor's mind?" said with a sore waist.

"Get out! I won't listen!"

"Senior brother, ordinary people outside often say that women like to talk sarcastically. They say yes, that is not, that is not, that is not, that is, that is, that is, that is, that is, that female donor said not to listen, she just wanted to listen, Amitabha," said Wuli.

"So that's it. I used my monk's magnetic voice to recite it for the female donor a hundred times..." My waist was sore and thoughtful: "I wish to use this merit to adorn the Buddha's Pure Land, repay the four kinds of kindness, and to relieve the sufferings of the three paths. If anyone who sees and hears, he will all develop the Bodhicitta, complete this reward body, and be born in the Pure Land together. I wish to use this merit to eliminate past karma, all resentment and debts will be liberated, and blessings, wisdom and health will be preserved..."

"Ahhhh... the headache is a headache, stop thinking, stop thinking!" The guardian goddess screamed, and her mind was swollen when she heard these scriptures.

Her waist was sore and her eyes widened, and she said to herself, "She still wants to listen, and she still wants to listen! Is my voice so magnetic and so attractive? She likes to listen, so I will continue to read it!"

"God, you bald donkey can't understand human words!" The guardian goddess shouted. When she heard the weak and said something slandered, she immediately said, "I want to listen, I want to listen, don't stop!"

"Puff..." A monk couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter, but he felt that he was out of control and quickly said the Buddha's name and stuffed a ball of cotton into his ears.

I saw that these little monks had cotton stuffed into their ears, and they were all happy and very chic.

But when the waist was sore, he thought the goddess didn't want to listen, but when he heard the sentence "Don't stop", he was full of confidence and continued to recite: "A hundred times of Diamond Sutra is not enough. How about reciting the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita for you a hundred times?"

He cleared his throat: "When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and that he could overcome all sufferings. Sariya, the form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, color is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this. Sariya, the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor purified, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

"I'll go, your uncle!" The goddess couldn't stand it anymore and sweared directly.

He was exhausted and said to Amitabha: "The female donor really thinks that he is polite. He also knows to greet my senior brother, senior brother... Why don't you recite the Great Prajna Sutra and the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra a hundred times later?"

Nodded with a sore waist.

And the guardian goddess spurted out her old blood: "You...you..."

She fell to the ground.

Seeing this, his waist was sore, he immediately stepped forward: "Amitabha, female donor, are you okay?"

"I'll go to everyone's uncle! It's better to torture me like this than to kill me with one knife..." The guardian goddess murmured, her body began to collapse, and then the body that appeared among the pile of gravel was a woman's body, with no cover.

The monks hurriedly turned their backs and chanted in unison: "Amitabha Buddha, do not look at the right or right, do not listen to the right or right, do not speak the right or right, do not move the right or right..."

"Donor, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" He took off his cassock and covered the woman's body.

The woman bleeding from seven holes: " Stay away from me..."

Her eyes were very empty, and she looked at the birds in the sky: "It would be great if I were like a bird, freely...fly...fly..."
Chapter completed!