He slapped the back of his head with his hand, and a bright light rushed out from the top of the Buddha's head. Nine relics as big as the mouth of a sea bowl flew up into the sky, spinning around in the void. These nine relics were half black and half white.

The luster is surrounded by strong black and white light. Wherever the black light falls, the vegetation turns into ashes. Wherever the white light sweeps, the ashes of the vegetation suddenly take root and sprout.

Prajna let out a long roar, and suddenly a golden light beam rose into the sky above his head. This golden light beam was condensed with the power of faith. Because the power of belief was not enough, and the Prajna fire was not enough, the light beam was only as high as

On the third level, from top to bottom are three-color Buddhist treasures such as a vase, a relic, and a treasure wheel. At the top, there is a relic that shines for thousands of miles, and the whole body is full of glow and auspicious energy rising straight into the sky.

Slowly sitting cross-legged on the ground, Prajna looked at the Buddha of Life and Death coldly, and pointed at the light above his head.

The relic suddenly emitted a bright purple light that was like clear water and fell on the nine relics of the Buddha of Life and Death. The figure of the Buddha of Life and Death shook, and the corners of his eyes suddenly cracked open, and two traces of blood slowly flowed down.

The divine light of Prajna is the natal magical power that gathers all the light of spiritual wisdom, and has the wonderful effect of illuminating everything and returning it to its origin.

The light of the Great Buddha enters the relics of the Buddha of Life and Death. Even though the Buddha of Life and Death cooperates and takes the initiative to break through all the restricted defenses of his relics and exposes everything about himself, it is still like a steel knife entering the flesh, giving life and death to the soul of the Buddha.

It caused serious damage, so the corners of the eyes of the Buddha of Life and Death were bleeding.

In just the blink of an eye, Prajna withdrew his divine light and slowly exhaled a long breath.

Putting away the light banner above his head, Prajna said to Maha calmly: "He is indeed our father. The ascetic monks in the Himalayas who killed the Buddha were his clones who divided their essence, blood, soul and cast themselves into reincarnation in the human world. They are no different from him.

.”

While speaking, Prajna had already bowed down respectfully to the Buddha of Life and Death. Although he had great doubts about the identity of the Buddha of Life and Death at first, once the identity of the Buddha of Life and Death was confirmed, Prajna's honest and honest nature could not tolerate him anymore.

There is any disrespect to the Buddha of life and death.

Maha, on the other hand, hesitated and refused to kneel down. He murmured in a low voice: "Clone? We were born after a clone raped a woman? Why do I feel that the birth of our two brothers is a bit unfair? Clone?

?What’s the relationship between us, the clones, and your body?”

Moha scratched his forehead and muttered angrily: "Are the contents of the two fleshy eggs of the clone and the two fleshy eggs of the main body the same thing? The genetics are the same? Hey, aren't we the descendants of clones?

?In vitro fertilization? Biochemical people? I always feel that there is a problem with our identity!"

The Buddha of Life and Death looked at Maha with a smile, and he said harmoniously: "There will be no problem, you are my children!"

Maha hesitated and refused to kneel down, but Prajna pulled his sleeves hard, so Maha could only kneel down on the ground in aggrieved manner, helplessly kowtow to the lying Buddha. After kowtowing a few times,

Mahacai looked up to the sky and sighed: "Let's be frank, old immortal, what do you want from us? Hey, he taught us Buddhist skills in a secretive way, just like having an affair. Why did he come to see us openly this time?"

Prajna said calmly: "I can tell you about this. Just now, my father opened the relic and let me go through all the memories in his soul. I know what he wants us to do."

Looking at Prajna curiously, Maha nodded.

Prajna smiled lightly and said something.

Maha was startled. He suddenly jumped up, pointed at the Buddha of Life and Death and roared: "What the hell! I can't do this kind of thing! I will never do it! Damn it, you old immortal, except you.

You used your clone to eject a little bit of protein and amino acids, plus a woman you kidnapped gave birth to us, what the hell else did you do for our brothers?"

Stomping his feet angrily, Maha kicked Prajna up who was kneeling on the ground. He roared: "I won't do this kind of thing, and Prajna will not do it either! No one will help you do this kind of thing.

What about giving birth to a child without a butthole or giving birth to a child with seven or eight buttholes! You old man, if you want to do this kind of thing, do it yourself!"

The Buddha of Life and Death looked at Maha calmly and said calmly: "You know, I don't have the ability to do it!"

Maha smiled, and he said with a triumphant smile: "I know you don't have the ability to do it! If you change the master behind you, it's almost the same! Hahaha, if you can't do it, you can't do it, I won't help you

Yes! Prajna, let’s go, hey, little nun Qingyin is still waiting for me to buy her a swimsuit!”

After pulling Prajna hard, Maha said in surprise: "Let's go, what are you doing?"

Prajna's feet seemed to have taken root and stood motionless on the ground. He looked at Maha indifferently and said softly: "Our mother is not a mortal either. She is the reincarnation of the goddess who serves the Buddha in the pure Buddhist realm in the West. She is now in the hell in that universe.

He was tortured in all kinds of ways."

After a moment of silence, Maha looked at Prajna with a sneer: "What do you want to say?"

Prajna said calmly: "Accumulate merit, atone for your mother's sins, and save her from hell so that she doesn't have to suffer the eternal suffering!"

Maha suddenly laughed, shook his head and said with a smile: "That woman?"

Prajna said sharply: "It's our biological mother!"

Maha roared: "So what? Apart from giving birth to us, did she do anything else?"

Maha shouted word by word: "Do you know what that shameless old bald donkey wants you to do?"

Maha jumped to his feet and roared: "Yes, he and that woman gave birth to us, but besides giving birth to us, what else did they do? Aha, that woman was actually the reincarnation of the goddess who served the Buddha? That would be better

Yes, they are completely using us as tools to manipulate us, do you understand?"

Prajna also roared loudly: "I know, but I know even more that our biological mother is suffering in hell! She has borne the sins of the entire Roman people and all the sins of their mother goddess with one person, and now she is

Because the great evil is suffering!"

Maha was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He screamed angrily: "Wake up, she is the reincarnation of the goddess who serves the Buddha. If they had not deliberately designed it, how could she bear the sins of the entire Roman people? Damn it, all the Roman people have already

Her soul was scattered and she died! What else does she have to bear?"

Prajna took a deep breath and said calmly: "When all the Romans were in despair, the two saints took action and saved their souls. But they had committed great sins, and their souls were destined to suffer countless sufferings. Ours

Mother was so merciful that she bore all their sins alone."

Maha laughed sarcastically, shook his head and said: "Compassionate heart? Is it specifically used to design your son's compassionate heart? Can't you see it? All of this is a trap by those two Buddhist saints. They have calculated this.

For many years, just to plot against us! Don’t you understand yet?”

Blood and tears flowed from Prajna's eyes, and he said feebly: "Even so, I must rescue her first, and then I will think of other ways!"

The demon-conquering pestle in Maha's hand hit Prajna's chest directly. The bones in Prajna's chest were shattered and he vomited blood and flew backwards for dozens of miles.

Maha looked at Prajna with a sneer, shook his head and said: "You think of other ways? If you do this, you will be sorry for all the brothers! Do you still think of other ways? What other ways can you think of?

"

"Knowing that this is a trap designed by others, you still fall headlong into the trap and frame your brother for the so-called family affection..."

"I despise you, Prajna! I really thought you were such a weak and incompetent coward!"

"For the sake of the so-called family love that has never existed before, you are going to fucking frame our brother who has been through life and death for so many years!"

"What's in your fucking head?"

Maha roared at the top of his lungs. But Prajna also held the demon-conquering pestle and slowly stood up.

"My head is filled with brains!"

Prajna said a cold joke with an expressionless face.

He said calmly: "I know what I'm doing! I know what I'm going to do!"

Looking at Maha with cold eyes, Prajna sighed deeply: "Have you forgotten that when we were young we missed our mother, and you also shed tears?"

Maha was speechless for a long time, and then blood spurted out from all seven orifices at the same time.

A wave of resentment surged through his body, and this unventable resentment made Maha's body almost explode.

He glared at Prajna and shook his head repeatedly.

"You can't do this, I won't let you do this! I'm going to tell my brothers to be wary of these bald donkeys causing trouble!"

Maha sneered, turned around and left.

As he walked, Maha sneered: "Prajna, if you really do that, you and I will no longer be brothers!"

The Buddha of Life and Death silently stopped in front of Maha. He said with a smile: "Ma He, you'd better stay and let you and I talk about the relationship between father and son!"

Maha's red eyes stared at the Buddha of Life and Death. After a long time, he sneered: "I am your biological father!"

The face of the Buddha of Life and Death changed, and Maha had already raised the demon-subduing pestle and hit it on the head of the Buddha of Life and Death.

There was a loud noise, and Prajna's demon-subduing pestle arrived first, blocking Maha's demon-subduing pestle heavily.

The two brothers were shocked, and then they started fighting desperately in the small double tree garden without saying a word.

The two qi of life and death have become more distinct than ever in this double tree garden.
Chapter completed!