Chapter 2 Chapter 2: Reactions From All Parties

In the Great Leiyin Temple in Lingshan Mountain in the west.

Tathagata sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, pinching his fingers like orchids, and his square face looked extremely kind.

On his head was a golden wheel of the sun, and a golden lotus came out of his mouth. The sound of Tao filled the entire hall, and he was telling Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Buddhas about the way for sentient beings to seek Buddhahood.

Thousands of great principles, transformed into vast sounds, came out from his mouth frequently, and the heavenly way was touched, and the golden lotus in the Lingshan Hall surged.

When the Buddhas were excited and intoxicated, they were awakened by the vast, long, and magnificent sound of the Tao in their minds.

Tathagata's serious and solemn face also showed a trace of undetectable fear.

He had reached the peak of quasi-saints. In the Three Realms where saints are not prominent now, he was invincible, but he would also be quietly invaded by someone?

If this person attacked him, wouldn't he be in danger of death?

Pretending to be calm, he immediately activated his skills, changed the spells in his hands, and quickly deduced, but the expression on his kind square face became more and more gloomy.

Within three breaths, he deduced more than ten thousand times, but still could not figure out where the sound came from. The end of the deduction was a chaos and nothingness.

"All living beings in the three realms can get the opportunity of creation for a fee?"

"You can change your fate and become a god? Could it be the Taoist?"

Not only did it make countless Buddhas tremble, but even several great Buddhas broke out in a cold sweat.

"Is there someone trying to plot against me?"

This was the truest thought in the hearts of several great Buddhas, Tathagata.

This kind of sound of the great way is the terrifying means of the saints.

Tathagata was the most frightened. Now that the catastrophe is about to begin, all the monsters want to get a piece of the pie. It is the most difficult period for Lingshan.

Just a divine consciousness transmission suppressed him, who was at the peak of the quasi-saint cultivation, without the slightest power to move. If this is not the means of the saints, who else could it be?

Many Bodhisattvas and Arhats looked at the cold sweat on the Buddha's forehead, and had long lost their former calmness and pride, and became a little anxious.

But Guanyin was an exception. The former Cihang Zhenren was definitely an outlier in the entire prehistoric world.

Otherwise, who would be willing to change their name and gender and directly become a woman?

Guanyin on the lotus platform glanced at the frightened Buddha and Arhats, but snorted coldly: "The mall of all living beings? All living beings have the opportunity to become gods and saints? What a big mouth!"

Although Guanyin only has the status of a Bodhisattva, his cultivation has already reached the initial stage of quasi-saints, and he is also the junior brother of Tathagata from the Chan Sect, and is highly valued by Tathagata.

His master is the original saint, even if ordinary people in the middle stage of quasi-saints meet him, they have to be polite.

She snorted in contempt and bowed to Tathagata, saying, "Don't worry, World Honored One."

"The Journey to the West is about to begin. Someone must be thinking about the merits of the Journey and can't help but jump out to make trouble."

No one knows better than them, the quasi-saints, that becoming a saint requires not only the accumulation of cultivation, but also the opportunity to go against the sky, and a strong backer.

The most important thing is that you need the Hongmeng purple energy in the hands of the Taoist.

With a sneer on her face, she confidently picked up the flower finger, and kept deducing the law.

She was very confident in deducing, and she had mastered the original true turn. Even Tathagata couldn't catch up with her.

A mouthful of hot reverse blood surged up and sprayed out directly, scaring the surrounding cleansing Buddhas to flee in a hurry.

Guanyin vomited blood, Tathagata Buddha's face became more gloomy and cold. Obviously, Guanyin was also hit by a hidden trick.

If this person had murderous intentions, wouldn't the group of Buddhas in Lingshan have no power to fight back?

In Lingxiao Palace, Haotian was in the morning court, discussing the Journey to the West with the immortals.

When mentioning Journey to the West, Haotian felt very painful. Such a huge fortune of the human race was directly divided into half by the Western world. He was so angry that he wanted to kill people.

Looking at the civil and military ministers in the palace, he was even more melancholy.

As the dignified master of the three realms, he couldn't even take out a useful person. They were all masters who stopped listening to the announcement, and the Conferred God List was controlled by Yuanshi Tianzun.

He was the master of the heavenly court, monitoring the sentient beings of the three realms for the Taoist, but he had no real power and became a mascot. Can you believe it?

Looking at the immortals who were playing badly, he was having a headache when his mind was suddenly enveloped by the sound of the avenue.

[The Fortune Mall is officially open today. ]

[All sentient beings in the three realms can come here to get the opportunity of fortune for a fee. They can change their fate and become gods and saints. It all depends on your chance! ]

Haotian, who has reached the peak of quasi-saints, trembled all over, and a little fear appeared on his face, and then turned into ecstasy.

On the cold face, a long-lost smile finally appeared.

The same aura of the Daozu.

It rises, but the source is unknown.

It passes, like a whisper in the ear.

It enters, and the ear is like a sound from the depths of the soul.

It goes out, and spreads to the sentient beings of the three realms.

This is a sure saintly method. He was once a child of the Daozu, and he is very familiar with this method.

This strange and powerful aura like the Daozu must be the existence mentioned by the Daozu.

He waited for countless kalpas, and the one who escaped finally returned to the prehistoric world.

He was just a little frightened, and instantly realized the interests involved. His new self, who had been silent for many years, suddenly became agitated again.

Daozu's disciples have all become saints and ancestors. He is far from being the boy of Daozu back then. He is the ancestor of the three realms, but in front of the saints, his status is not even as good as that of the boy back then.

He has been forbearing for so many years, and the one who escaped finally appeared. He wants revenge and tramples the saints who ride on his head under his feet.

The humiliation, bullying, and torture suffered by these Yuanhui must be returned a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Creation Mall?"

Under the Five Finger Mountain, a monkey squinted his eyes and looked thoughtful when he heard the words.

Then he shook his head sympathetically.

"Haha, after five hundred years, another fool has jumped out."

In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, who was gently stroking the Earth Book, paused.

He said with disdain: "Who is this great god? Do you want to share a share of the merits of Journey to the West? You have created the destiny of all living beings, but you are still so arrogant, and you want to become a god?"

He smiled contemptuously and slowly closed the Earth Book.

Although he was also very envious of the fortune and merits of Journey to the West, he also knew that this was not something he could get involved in.

This was to repay the cause and effect of the two calamities of Daomo and Conferred Gods in the Western world.

A chess game played by many saints under the instruction of Daozu.

This is a chess game between saints, and the merits have long been divided up. Even if he is greedy, it is not something that he, a Earth Immortal, can get involved in.

Even if he is the ancestor of Earth Immortals and has the Earth Book of Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Who dares to reach out without the approval of the saints?

Zhen Yuanzi, who has experienced countless epochs, knows a truth very well. If you want to live long, you must live as long as you can.

In the Nine Netherworlds of the Underworld, in the endless sea of ​​blood, the Styx.

The blood sea rolled, and a terrifying blood eye suddenly opened below.

"Good Fortune Mall? Defy fate? Become a god?"

"Is there anyone who wants to plot against my Netherworld Blood Sea?"

The eyes in the blood sea showed a confused look.

"Is there anyone who wants to lead me to the blood sea again? Want to trick me out? No way!"

The eyes in the blood sea showed a look of everything under control.

"My Styx is not the coward that the Jade Emperor is. If a saint wants to destroy my blood sea, he will either die or be disabled. Who wants to trick me out?"

If Haotian heard what the Styx said, he would have to vomit blood.

The Netherworld Blood River was transformed from the filth in the navel of the great god Pangu.

The blood pool does not dry up, and the Styx does not die.