Six Words Mantra, The Crazy Little Shami
The ancient eastern country, Fusang, and even Aragon were in an uproar.
The president swallowed and asked his secretary,"
"Arhat, is it the Arhat I know of?”
The secretary was also shocked. After a while, she said shakily,
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be!”
Not long after, a message was sent out from the Gray Palace of America.
"The Ancient Eastern Kingdom will always be the best partner of the Warriken Kingdom. Brother, the two countries will help each other, and Warriken is willing to provide technical assistance to the Ancient Eastern Kingdom.”
In the ancient Eastern country.
The dignified old man was very shocked and somewhat enlightened.
"In ancient times, the Dragon-subduing Arhat transformed into Ji Gong to save the world. Now, we have the help of Arhat Zhending in the face of the horrors of the Myriad Race Battlefield. God bless our Ancient Eastern Country!”
Beside him, the slightly plump elder pushed up his glasses, his face full of shock.
"The Godly Monk Zhen Ding is actually an Arhat. This is unbelievable!”
The middle-aged man smiled.
"Actually, I had already guessed that the Divine Monk Zhen Ding's Divine Sense was very terrifying. In the Mass Grave, he killed an undying monster of flesh and blood with one strike of his staff, then stepped out of the closed space without any hindrance. He also killed an ancient mythical creature, the True Hou, with four strikes of his staff.”
Pausing for a moment, the middle-aged man sighed.
"And ordinary monks, even if they have supernatural powers, how could they do what the Godly Monk Zhen Ding did? Now it seemed that even if the Godly Monk Zhen Ding was not the reincarnation of Buddha, he was at least an Arhat who had descended to the mortal world.”
The dignified old man nodded and pondered for a moment before saying,
"Pass down the order. All the temples in the country are to erect the statue of Arhat Zhending!”
"Yes, sir!"
In the live broadcast room.
Red Heart: " At this moment, there are thousands of words stuck in my heart, but I can't say them.”
"I've already contacted the carpenter to make a custom Arhat statue of the Godly Monk Zhen Ding," said Ai (Ke)."I want to worship it!"”
"F * ck, Arhat, Arhat!"”
Pure Bread: " But why do I feel that the monk Ji Gong in the records isn't as awesome as the monk Zhen Ding?”
[@ Shaolin Temple Official]
Shaolin Temple's official account: "Don't @ me, don't @ me. I'm busy setting up an arhat statue for the Godly Monk Zhen Ding."”
A science university's super electromagnetic cannon: " F * ck, the end of science is really theology!”
"What else is there to say upstairs?" Xiaoyu spat out bubbles. Abandon science and focus on truth!"
......
"I don't believe it. How can you be an Arhat?”
The little monk twisted and roared, but his steps unconsciously retreated.
Zheng Yuan held the nine-ringed monk staff in his hand. He lowered his eyes and said calmly,
"If you think that I am not an Arhat, Bodhisattva, or Buddha, then I am not.”
After a pause, Zheng Yuan continued,"
"I see myself as an Arhat, a Bodhisattva, and a Buddha.”
The little monk's voice was no longer ethereal. He roared,
"So what if I'm an Arhat? I'll still kill you!”
As he spoke, the bell outside the window buzzed even louder. The sound of the bell shook the sky and earth, and the Ghost Domain inside the bell was completely released.
3,000 evil spirits and 800 Rakshasas danced in the sky and surrounded the Crying Mountain Temple.
Not only that.
The 17 arhat statues on the side moved with a cracking sound. The 6.6-meter-tall arhat statues moved and left the Buddha throne, causing the entire Crying Mountain Temple to tremble slightly.
Zheng Yuan looked at the young monk with compassion.
"Amitabha, why doesn't Abbot Buyu convert to the righteous path and leave the evil Buddha?”
The little monk laughed shrilly. He no longer had the ethereal air of the past. What was left was endless terror.
Everyone in the hunting squad crouched on the ground as they laughed. They seemed to see a huge Ghost Buddha Domain coming towards them. There were countless evil ghosts and Rakshasa in it.
The little monk's voice was as sharp as a sickle from the underworld, full of malice.
"What do you know! When Buddha descends, this entire battlefield will have to submit and submit!”
Zheng Yuan shook his head and sighed. Suddenly, his face turned solemn and he opened his mouth slightly.
“唵!!!”
An incomparably vast, incomparably sacred, and incomparably bright Buddhist voice sounded.
The Six-Syllable Mantra-Om: Suppress all that is not light, not holy.
This Buddhist voice immediately alleviated the pain of the hunting team. The seventeen Arhats who heard this voice all hugged their heads and howled miserably.
The stone pieces on their bodies fell off, and the surrounding Buddhist light dissipated, returning to their original forms.
Seventeen monsters that seemed to have crawled out of hell.
The little monk was also shocked by the sound of 'Om' until he bled from his seven orifices. The black, glistening blood slid across his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, corroding the limestone tiles and creating pits.
Outside the window, the evil ghosts and Rakshasa that were flying around the Crying Mountain Temple suddenly fell like raindrops.
They were all pressed to the ground by this Buddhist voice, unable to move.
The little monk was bleeding from his seven orifices, but he was still smiling in surprise.
"Hahahaha, you haven't. You haven't taken that step yet. You're only in the empty realm. You haven't perfected it yet!”
He could tell that Zheng Yuan was only a Half-Step Gauwei Rohan.
Because if it was a true Arhat Six Words Mantra, it would have suppressed them all in the endless hell and prevented them from reincarnating.
Zheng Yuan's expression did not change as he looked at the crazy little monk with pity.
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