Some gods love to laugh when they show it, but they always laugh, cry and get angry like kings. This is their "godhead image", which is how the world worships them when they are presented.

However, if the angry king is in charge of this kind of exorcism, there will never be such humanized emotions as "surprise" and "loss"
Pure God is inhuman.
The big black god’s eyes moved, and Ji Xiang guessed some situations from this moment of silence. "Sure enough, you are not an ordinary god, but a Buddhist who holds the throne of the big black god."
"But you should be an incarnation of desire, just like those bodhisattva levels."
The big black god showed a surprised expression, but soon he grinned, and he didn’t speak. This spiritual idea is about to break through the limitation of truth and falsehood and come to this dark world.
But pick it up
Ji Xiang recited the seventh paragraph of the Darani Sutra of Great Compassion, and the word "eyebrows" was printed on the second passage, which was a pity. May King Kong help at this time.
Suddenly, a vast Buddha’s light appeared on my body!
A thousand Buddha’s lights shine on the sky, and the body of the statue is covered with a layer of gold, and a thousand golden arms are gradually displayed from behind, and the big dark god is pushed out of this dark world by a thousand golden palms in an instant!
The black Buddha light suddenly exploded!
……
Boom!
The black Buddha’s light shattered a thousand golden arms and stretched out from them! The words of the old monk in red didn’t finish. For a moment, the thousand golden palms had already fallen from the sky like a rainstorm!
Bones Buddha waved forward but couldn’t hit these golden arms.
May the spell of gathering together not attack these golden buddhas.
The arm and palm fell, and the golden curtain flooded the land. The old monk in red saw that the black robe of Ji Xiang turned into a golden cassock and revealed the Buddha shape, which made him temporarily absent.
There is also a flow in this vein of the image of the monk.
Avalokitesvara?
wrong
That’s not a thousand-handed Guanyin cassock. It’s not like this
Is … Who?
"In the past, I robbed a Buddha and was born with the name of Qianguang Wang Jing. I lived in the Buddha and the Buddha pitied me, so all sentient beings said that this vast perfection hindered the great compassion. Darani’s golden hand rubbed me."
The black Buddha’s light baritone swung out at this time.
Qian Guang Wang Jing Zhu Tathagata
A long time ago, an ancient Buddha was a Guanyin master.
The golden light in front of the old monk in red dispersed, and his body was not hurt, but he stared at his eyes and his body fell like mud.
Buyan was around. It all happened so fast that he didn’t react.
The body of the old monk in red is undamaged and destroyed by golden light, which is his spiritual soul.
Have everything, wish to read thousands of Buddha’s lights, and turn them into dust!
"Now … let’s talk about Khan"
"Are you dead … or are you dead?"
Ji Xiang put away the image of the thousand-light Buddha and turned back to black. Ding Buyan raised his hand around him.
The heavens and the earth were stagnant and the thunder flashed again!
Chapter four hundred and nine Ten Great Bodhisattvas
Bursts of white smoke filled the heavens and the earth, and after being released from the young man in black and seizing a Buddha’s light, the smoke filled the heavens and the earth gathered back to the young man in black.
Wei Wei feared that the throne of King Kong would be seized by Ji Xiang.
The old monk in red has completely dissipated, and people can’t even wish to read.
"It seems that there is still a difference between the Buddhist monk method and the Han Buddhism. Is it because the powerful desire of Buddhism did not stay?"
"Aye, it’s not white. What do you think?"
Ji Xiang’s eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and the heavens and the earth are flashing. Thunder adds a shadow to his black clothes, so his image is even more ferocious.
Buyan turned pale and said nothing.
I was ordered by the Buddha to help me unify myself. The Mongolian division has advanced Buddhism, and the phantom blessing statue of the true Buddha disappeared before my eyes, while his enemy, the Taoist priest in black who doesn’t believe in the Buddha, has a more powerful true Buddha shape than the old monk in red!
Buyan is not a stupid person. He is very white. What is his result after the old monk in red was killed? Then he lowered his arrogant head, beat his chest and knelt down.
"Prairie sweat stand account in the east surrender so easily? I want you to resist a "
When Ji Xiang saw Bu Yanche Khan’s knowledge, she suddenly became depressed.
The killing tactics are all ready, so it’s too undignified to watch the other side die rather than surrender and then be shot to death.
"I heard that Tatar warriors would not surrender so easily."
"I didn’t surrender because I was a stronger warrior." Buyan took it for granted and had already made a perfect statement.
Surrender to the enemy is not only a matter of being a vassal to a stronger warrior, but also a matter of surrender.
However, the law of the jungle is the grassland iron, and a Khan dies-Khan may not necessarily be his son, but may be replaced by others. This is the grassland rule, and they obey the contemporary Khan, which is also the reason why the profits in eastern Wang Ting are low
"It’s really interesting. Can you fool yourself by changing a set of statements?"
Ji Xiang almost burst into laughter. "Didn’t you say you wanted to be the king of Mongolia before?" Didn’t you say you wanted to recover the Yuan court? "
"It’s really sad to have a monk of different origins kneeling in Mongolia with a king like you."
Buyan buried his head and dared not refute a word.
If we lose our lives here, what is the future?
Buyan is not without culture. In the Yuan Dynasty, Mongolia was highly sinicized. Some Chinese allusions, such as Han Xin’s hip insult or Bai’s insult today, can be earned back by yourself in the future. But if you die like this today, there will be no future.
Being insulted is just a temporary loss of face. What’s the value of dignity in this age? How can it be worth your own noble life!
It is …