Chapter 3139

And once the little monk Mingxin regained his mind and awakened the memory of Amitabha because of this Buddha's name, and the Dharma body of viluzana had been lost, the Trinity that he had deliberately sought would be completely destroyed by Ye Lingfeng.

More importantly, if Amitabha wakes up, it also means that the Western sects will return to the state of competing with Amitabha. Once Ye Lingfeng killed him, the faith of Western sects would be acquired by Amitabha.

All this is intolerable by the Lord of Lingshan. He will never allow the situation to collapse to such a state!

Ye Lingfeng sneered. The more scared the Lord of Lingshan was, the more he explained that his plan was not wrong. To proclaim Amitabha is indeed an excellent way to revive the memory of the little monk Mingxin by cooperating with the secret technique of calling rain.

Without Ye Lingfeng's hand, Shending, Kaitian axe and reincarnation sword took the initiative to fight against the Lord of Lingshan, which eliminated his fierce attack and turned it into an empty bubble, winning the time to proclaim the Buddha's name.

"Namo Amitabha..." Taking advantage of this opportunity, ye Lingfeng put his hands together and preached to the little monk Mingxin.

"No..." The Lord of Lingshan was so frightened that he waved his hand to isolate his surroundings and block the sound of Ye Lingfeng. But ye Lingfeng's voice is low, but it has been combined with the raindrops in the sky summoned by the secret technique of calling rain.

The rain calling for rain is mysterious and unpredictable. It can't be blocked by any force. It floats and falls. In a moment, it's like the sound of hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of Buddha's trumpets around the body of the Lord of Lingshan.

That sound, sacred and dignified, is like the ringing of a great bell, inspiring the deaf and enlightening. It is like praising the birth of another new Buddha in addition to the Lord of Lingshan between heaven and earth!

Susu Suddenly, the eyelids of the little monk Mingxin blinked slightly with the sound of the hundreds of millions of low trumpets. And with his actions, one after another brilliant fairy flowers around his body bloomed in the void.

Then each fairy flower is crystal clear, and then colorful, turned into a golden lotus petals all over the sky.

The lotus petals fall down, the sun shines in thousands of ways, and the auspicious spirit is so heavy that the body of the little monk Mingxin begins to bloom with boundless light. Not only that, but also his face became more and more empty and full of mysterious and compassionate Qi.

"I killed you!" The master of Lingshan knew that he couldn't stop the little monk Mingxin from awakening his memory. In his anger, he said Tianxian with his mouth. He struck the little monk Mingxin's shining head with his palm and tried to blow it into powder.

If Amitabha wakes up, where should he go.

Bang! But just as the blow came down, although the little monk's eyes were closed, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped his fist!

He held my fist?

The Lord of Lingshan widened his eyes and looked at the little monk in disbelief. You know, in the past, when Amitabha was the strongest, it was just a half step into the gate of immortality.

But today, even though he is self styled, he has the fighting power of his peak in the past.

But this is the fist that contains all the strength. It was caught by the little monk Mingxin. No matter how hard he tried, the little monk Mingxin still didn't move like a mountain, so that he couldn't make any progress at all.

Dong! In anger, he hit the little monk Mingxin with another fist. But strangely, the result of this fist was no different from that of the previous one. He was still held in the palm of his hand by the little monk Mingxin and couldn't move.

What? The scene moved Ye Lingfeng. He also thought of the method of preaching the Buddha's name and calling the rain, which could make the little monk Mingxin recover his strength when Amitabha was in power. But he didn't expect that his strength was so strong.

"Fool, have you not come to your senses? In this world, what is forcibly taken away from others is never his own. Only what you earn with your own efforts can truly belong to you. " At the same time, the little monk's eyes slowly opened, and his vision stopped. At the same time, his eyes showed the color of compassion, and he squeezed the fist of the Lord of Lingshan.

Whoa! With a throw, the huge Buddha body of the Lord of Lingshan was thrown upside down by the little monk Mingxin. The master of Mingshan also makes money from his heart.

Dressed in a shabby white robe, he stood quietly in the void and looked at the Lord of Lingshan with complicated eyes.

"No way! How could that be! In the past, you have been killed by me, only your fruit position has been reserved. How can you have such a strong strength? " The master of Lingshan faltered back a few steps, then stabilized himself and looked at Mingxin and said in amazement.

"Life can be destroyed, but faith will never be destroyed." The little monk put his hands together and said with a low eyebrow, "especially the belief in exchange for good deeds. Even if the Buddha's name is gone, the belief still exists."

Life can be destroyed, but faith will never disappear! Ye Lingfeng was slightly stunned, and his eyes immediately showed his insight. When he looked at the little monk Mingxin, he was also shocked and surprised.

Little monk Mingxin, or Amitabha's Dharma is very special, which can be said to be the most peculiar one ye Lingfeng has ever seen. This kind of Dharma does not cultivate, does not take any natural materials and local treasures, but takes the faith and willpower accumulated by good deeds as the secret method to improve.When there was a dispute between the leader of Lingshan mountain and Amitabha, maybe the leader of Lingshan mountain did kill Amitabha and only kept his fruit. But in this world, many things don't disappear because people die.

What Amitabha had done in the past is still preserved in the world and in the hearts of believers. Maybe some of the believers should be the leader of nanwuling mountain after his death, but they still praise Amitabha.

After Amitabha was killed by the Lord of Lingshan, his meditation, merits and beliefs are still increasing. The good deeds of the believers who believe in Amitabha have transformed more believers. These believers are attached to the western religion, but what they revere in their hearts is actually the dead Amitabha.

Amitabha's vitality dissipated, and there was no place to place these faith wills and merits. However, after his consciousness was awakened by Ye Lingfeng's secret skill of calling rain, these faith wills and merits naturally converged on him.

With such a huge amount of faith and virtue, Amitabha has already arrived at the gate of the immortal without being robbed by the immortal. Even his strength of means has surpassed that of the Lord of Lingshan, and has become the real supreme in western religion.