Vol 2 Chapter 897 6 wins

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Although there are quite a few resentful souls in An Xin’s Three Tussed Realms, they are not too many.

After all, she was just a fairyland, and she really contained a large number of resentful souls, and the first one to attack was herself.

Seeing that not only did he not take advantage, but Tianyin broke a spell, and also broke the roots.

Immediately, her heart was burning with anger, and the Three Tu Kujie sensed the anger in her heart.

“Three-painted grudges, angry lotus blossoms!”

The fiery flames turned into flowers and bones, and they bloomed again in the blink of an eye, and the whole space was filled with agitation, which stirred Tianyin’s mind.

Tianyin smiled slightly, dipped the willow branch in the jade bottle, and swayed it casually.

Countless serene nectars poured down, and the whole world of San Tu suffering felt like a light rain.

The nectar fell like a bead curtain with a broken thread, and it fell into this fiery lotus.

There was a crisp sound, and the nectar submerged into the lotus flower. From the point of contact, the flaming lotus flower turned into a real object, swaying with the wind, exuding a fragrant fragrance.

It’s like a basin of cold water pouring down head-on, and it’s like a long drought in the land.

An Xin’s anger was extinguished, and the flames in the world of suffering turned into blooming pink lotus flowers.

Without waiting for An Xin to make another move, Tian Yin held the willow branch and pinched it.

The blooming lotus gave birth to lotus stems, but the lotus leaves bloomed and took root in the river of blood.

The filth in the blood water was absorbed by it, purified into a pure spring, and the lotus seeds that were born fell off the lotus pod and fell on the ground, smoothing those blades.

But after a while, in the whole world of three-painted suffering, there is no suffering in the three-painted, only one lotus blossoms in spring.

Tianyin said in his mouth: “Cihang is exhausted, the lotus is dead, Amitabha!”

Immediately, the entire Three-Painted Suffering Realm turned into a lotus flower and kept shrinking in the competition arena.

When it reaches the size of an ordinary lotus pedestal, the steep petals fall off, turning into dust and dispersing.

Tianyin looked at the lotus seat that appeared in the jade vase, smiled slightly in her heart, and smiled on her face, and turned her head to look at Rantaro of Huakaiyuan.

An Xin is unwilling, she still has many means that she has not used,

But even his own foundation, the three-painted Dharma Realm, was easily broken, so what if there were other means?

In the end it is still a loser,

She closed her eyes slightly and said softly, “I admit defeat!”

Only then did Huakaiyuan Rentaro come to the field and loudly announced: “The winner, Luojia Mountain Tianyin!

In the next game, Qingquan of Qingshui Temple will face Wudang Mountain Zhang Chengyu! ”

Qingquan and Zhang Chengyu entered the arena slowly and unhurriedly. After Huakaiyuan Rantaro said that the competition was starting, they bowed happily.

Seeing that the two were polite and steady, everyone present couldn’t help but feel a little bit of goodwill in their hearts.

Kiyomizu-dera Temple is the inheritance of the Consciousness-Only Sect. The methods of contemplation practiced range from broad to narrow, from shallow to deep, and from coarse to fine. There are five layers in total, which are called five layers of Consciousness-Only Conception.

It is also said: In the eighth alaya consciousness, the functions of thousands of dharmas such as material dharmas and mental dharmas can arise, just like the seeds of plants and trees.

Qingquan did not have the ability to comprehend the dharmas of the color mind, but he also comprehended a unique view of his own.

Qingquan View.

Thinking in the heart is like water droplets, like a spring gushing out.

Following his visualization, the air was filled with water droplets, and then, like a fountain, the water flowed out and turned into an ocean in an instant.

The surging water column is big or small, holding up boundless thoughts, and a thought evolves the appearance of a law.

Zhang Chengyu’s feet were moistened by the spring water, and he suddenly felt countless thoughts flooding into his heart. In his heart, it was like a spring, and the turbid flow of thoughts kept pouring out.

He turned the “Taiji Zhenjing” and distinguished it clearly, and countless thoughts were swimming in his mind like yin and yang fishes.

The cycle is endless, but it cannot invade his consciousness.

But that’s all, it’s just to temporarily control the influx of distracting thoughts, and the distracting thoughts are still gushing out like spring water.

“All phenomena belong to the Eight Trigrams, the four images are derived, Tai Chi belongs, and all laws belong to the sect!”

With a thought in his mind, a scroll appeared in front of him, and with a flick of the wind, it unfolded and turned into a golden bridge.