I don’t know how long the fog is for thousands of miles
It can be said that it is a very long distance to accurately aim at this fog in the time-blurred boundary
And the other side of this long distance
The monk emperor rolled over and smashed it.
Dashumi’s posture is straight and floating into the nine realms.
The bell, drum, Zen and singing echoed in this strange world. The monk emperor lay flat and his figure suddenly straightened up with a force.
His hand dropped and the rosary swung about because of the violent movement.
Every swing of this long string of rosary beads is accompanied by a large number of Buddha’s light release.
But I don’t know why, this time, the monk emperor released Zen Buddhism and sang Buddha’s light, and finally the four great bodhisattvas regained their dignity, which was scattered around the virtual space to form layers of golden ripples
The mirror on the old monk’s forehead flashed and he felt many thoughts in his mind.
Those things will never be his own thoughts.
At the same time, it seems that part of his memory of martial arts is missing.
It’s like a relief that is wonderful and painstaking, and the most essential part of it has been roughly scraped off. Although the foundation is still there, the value is not known how much lower.
"That punch just now?"
As soon as the monk emperor thought of the culprit, he saw the image of four silent bodhisattvas condensed with one hand and one hand.
"Manjusri Pu Xian Tibetan Guanyin, the Buddhist Zen of these four great bodhisattvas, can make all the demons fall silent for six days, so that all the gods have their own swords. It’s really a waste of time that my predecessor came to you to be beaten."
Big sumeru body armor blade vibration body slightly heavy and a punch out.
Four Bodhisattvas transformed four Changhong streams into his fist, which made the virtual space appear a square fist print.
A huge fist seal is filled with primitive totem with bodhisattva charm, which is light, heavy, dignified, intelligent, flexible, complete and self-sufficient.
Running from a distance to a nearby monstrous fog, just this punch force touched and set off a fog wave almost hundreds of meters high.
It’s as if he punched a waterfall against the current.
However, the monk emperor was only included in his fist strength, and he felt that all the limbs and bones shook together, and all the acupoints outside and inside had an illusory feeling of bursting.
Old and unconscious, they all shook their limbs, their hands and feet were propped up, and the whole person was like a "big" with the countercurrent waterfall crashing into the vast fog.
He felt the fog whizzing away quickly, and his eyes, ears, nose, mouth and tongue were filled with complicated feelings.
If he were a fighter with a lower level, I’m afraid his nerves would be torn off immediately because of feedback from one of his senses overflowing, and the whole brain would heat up to near boiling point.
However, the monk emperor’s achievements in practicing Buddhism for many years have not been shaken, and he has clearly realized the artistic conception of that punch just now.
"I’m the four Bodhisattvas in the fire house. At most, I gave him a punch and covered it with a complete layer of skin. It’s my different foundation …"
With these thoughts, the figure of the big-font monk disappeared into the fog.
Big sumeru dumped his fist.
At this moment, he finally put together all the recent gains made by memento mori, the unique god.