Facing the phantom of the Buddha reciting ancient scriptures under the Zhangliu Bodhi tree.

Hongri was already fascinated by what he heard.

He had entered a state of trance without even realizing it.

And the Buddha's own great path was constantly assimilating him.

It even produced a very terrifying virtual effect.

The body is starting to melt at an extremely fast rate.

began to dissipate into the air.

This shocked Long Bo.

He wanted to step forward and wake up Hongri.

But it can't be done.

Because at this time Hongri has fallen into the deepest level of enlightenment.

It cannot be awakened easily.

The scene Hong Ri saw at this time was different from Long Bo.

What Luang Por saw was just the back of the Buddha.

It is just a shadow left by the Buddha hundreds of thousands of years ago.

But at this moment, what Hongri saw in his eyes was not like this.

What Hongri saw was a very kind monk with a majestic appearance.

His body is not stalwart, and he even has some rickets.

He looks a little old.

But his face is very kind.

The monk just sat in front of him.

Chanting is a scripture from very ancient times.

He was just immersed in these ancient chants.

But slowly.

Begin to understand these verses.

He understood that if you want to learn Guanfa, you need a calm mind.

You should not be immersed in the avenue.

Because these avenues will cause waves in his heart.

As long as he stirs up trouble, he will not be able to escape from the confinement restricted by these ways.

If you want to be free from the constraints of the Great Dao, you have to look beyond these things.

Gradually, he turned these avenues into a very ordinary existence.

His heart gradually began to calm down.

My heart was already in turmoil.

It also began to become calm like the sea.

And at this time.

A voice sounded in his ear.

"After hundreds of thousands of years, has someone finally reached this realm?"

The old monk suddenly stopped reciting scriptures.

Facing the red sun in front of him, he smiled and spoke slowly.

Hongri, on the other hand, was startled by his sudden reaction.

He didn't expect that this old monk could still speak.

"Aren't you a shadow that was left behind?"

"How can you still talk to me?"

Hongri's face was very shocked.

If his guess is correct.

This shadow in front of him.

It is the breath that comes from the Buddha himself.

The founder of Buddhism and Taoism, a supreme being who once dominated the world hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Their strength can no longer be measured by realm.

I am afraid that all the saints of today combined together will not be the opponent of the Buddha himself.

Such a powerful person.

Suddenly disappeared hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Even today there is no news.

It is said in the world outside the world that he died in battle.

Some people also say that he cannot escape the changes of time.

Already died of old age in the long river of time.

No matter which statement it is.

All have confirmed the death of the Buddha himself.

Even the red Japanese also believe this statement.

After all, if the Buddha himself were still alive.

Buddhism and Taoism have long used such things to deter other forces.

"You are not the Buddha himself!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"How dare you pretend to be the supreme being you once were!"

"Hurry up and show your true colors!"

Hongri looked at the old monk in front of him who spoke.

She scolded him very loudly.

He did not believe that this man was the Buddha himself.

I am more willing to believe that this is a character conjured up in an illusion.

"Don't be alarmed, I am the Buddha himself!"

"Young man, don't panic, this is just the remaining breath I have left!"

"Everyone has a chance to see me."

"As long as they can understand what I say, they can all reach this level!"

Buddha spoke slowly.

And listen to this.

Red Japanese people feel chills on their spines after falling trees.

This is actually the breath left by the Buddha himself.

He didn't believe this at first.

But as he spoke, the old monk showed his true aura.

The realm displayed by this aura is even far beyond that of ordinary peak Wutian saints.

Already close to the level of the Ten Thousand Dao Saints.

Such a state makes people have to believe it.

But he also had to sigh.

Just a breath has the strength close to that of ten thousand saints.

The strength of the Buddha himself is already immeasurable.

If this being were still alive today.

I'm afraid that as long as I get close to him, I will be crushed into ashes by the terrifying aura he exudes!

This is the power that comes from the supreme existence.
To be continued...