Xuanli narrowed his eyes.
He didn't speak. He clenched his right fist and his whole arm swelled. White ash crazily flowed from his shoulders to his fist, accumulating thicker and thicker until it turned into a giant white fist larger than a human head.
He raised his fist and slammed it against the inner wall of the mask.
Loud noise.
The mask trembled violently, and where the fist hit, the golden mask wall cracked with several fine lines.
Sanskrit flashed, and the three Buddhist disciples groaned at the same time, and the Law Artifact in their hands trembled. But as soon as the crack appeared, Buddha's power poured down from the top of the formation, filling the crack like water, and in a blink of an eye, it was repaired as before.
Xuanli punched it again, the photomask shook again, and it was replaced again.
His fists were punched one after another, as dense as a rainstorm, and the entire area trembled under his bombardment. The three Buddhist disciples were sweating on their foreheads, and they chanted sutras faster and faster, but it became more and more difficult to make up for it.
Sometimes the photomask would be dented, and sometimes it would bounce back, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
Xiao Yan didn't look at Xuanli again. She solemnly took out a copper bowl from the storage ring.
As soon as the copper bowl appeared, a low hum suddenly sounded in the air.
The sound was not loud, it could even be said to be very light. But it could penetrate directly into the depths of people's minds.
Qin Tiexin heard it clearly, and his heart trembled.
He turned to look at the copper bowl.
The copper bowl is dark yellow in color, with sutras and mantras engraved on its surface. It is two circles larger than the bowls in ordinary temples. It is held in the palm of Xiao Yan, and it buzzes one after another, as if something is vibrating inside the bowl.
Xuanli's movements stopped.
The sound of the bowl is transmitted into the formation and superimposed with the Buddha's light.
Xuanli was frozen for a moment, and then his face showed obvious pain. He grabbed his head with both hands, his nails dug into his face, and he let out a low roar.
Previously in the battle, he could maintain his composure and fight back with punches, but this moment his situation completely changed.
The white powder in his body surged violently under the dual pressure of the Buddha's light and the sound of the alms bowl, like boiling water. The incense ash and bone powder continued to peel off from his body, and was burned into charred black powder by the Buddha's light in mid-air.
What's even more uncomfortable is that there seems to be something inside him that is trying to break free.
"Artifact of Faith." Xuanli gritted his teeth and stared at the copper bowl, showing fear for the first time, "You bald donkeys, you are still so disgusting and sanctimonious after thousands of years!"
The "bald donkey" in his mouth was filled with gnashing hatred.
Xiao Yan ignored him and threw the copper bowl upward.
The copper bowl is firmly buckled at the top of the formation, and its edges fit perfectly with the top of the golden mask.
The mouth of the alms bowl was facing down, directly facing Xuanli's head. Xiao Yan sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and chanted sutras. The copper bowl hummed continuously, releasing white light, which poured down from the mouth of the alms bowl and slowly penetrated the entire formation.
Three Buddhist disciples chanted sutras simultaneously with Xiao Yan. The four voices converged from four directions and were superimposed with the buzzing of the copper bowl.
Golden, white, two colors of light intertwined, and the entire area was dyed in a warm color by the Buddha's light. Under this light, all shadows were invisible.
Qin Tiexin climbed out of the rubble.
The gravel rolled down from his back. He was half-kneeling next to the broken wall, pressing his hands on the ground. He looked up and saw this scene, his pupils shrinking slightly.
The copper bowl felt too familiar to him.
The fluctuations emitted by the copper bowl are very similar to the Zhaoming Temple bell in his storage ring. According to Broken Arm, that power is Power of Faith.
They are all Artifact of Faith, and they can restrain evil spirits. But after careful induction, he could faintly feel that the level of belief in the bronze bowl was far less than that of the bell.
He suddenly thought of something. Is the big bell that Yuanshun they snatched from Zhaoming Temple just used to deal with this devil at this moment?
The monks have long known what is here.
They sent people to seize the clock, maybe they came for Xuanli. Thinking of this, Qin Tiexin raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Yan.
This woman was close to Buddhism. The formations she set up and the bronze bowl she took out were all specially designed to conquer demons. She knew it from the beginning.
He continued to look.
Xuanli Although in pain, his movements did not stop. He was hunched over, trembling all over under the pressure of the Buddha's light and the sound of the alms bowl. But he still stood and did not fall. He slowly raised his right hand, and in the palm of his hand, the string of bracelets suddenly started to spin rapidly.
Ten red-black beads emitted a faint light, and a purer stream of Devil Qi poured out from the beads.
The Devil Qi was as thick as ink and wrapped around his body. The burning speed of the Buddha's light was greatly slowed down, and the newly burned areas no longer expanded.
Xuanli's expression slowly softened, and his bent waist straightened up again.
"Something's wrong, that bracelet has Buddha nature." Xiao Yan opened his eyes and frowned.
The bracelet has been held by Buddha Chengxin for thousands of years and soaked day and night. The Buddha nature of Chengxin has remained in the beads.
This layer of Buddha-nature is thinly wrapped around Devil Qi. It should be something that can overcome demons, but at this moment it has become Xuanli's protection. When the Buddha's light shines on him, it first comes into contact with Chengxin's Buddha-nature, and then Xuanli's Devil Qi. It is equivalent to being separated by a layer of the same aura, so its power is greatly reduced.
Three Buddhist disciples outside the formation also discovered it.
The copper bell rang more and more rapidly, the Buddha's light on the demon-conquering pestle surged, and the scriptures on the gauze lit up one by one.
But the Devil Qi on the bracelet is too pure, and the layer of Buddha nature is just right on the outside. The mask was burned badly, but there was always one layer missing, which could not damage the roots of Xuanli.
Xuanli slowly stood up straight in the formation, and the corners of his mouth curled up again. His face was still black with burns, but the fierceness in his eyes had returned.
"That's it?" His voice was hoarse, like two rough stones grinding in his throat, "With this little ability, how dare you come to accept me?"
Qin Tiexin stood up slowly, and he understood clearly that this Buddha formation could trap Xuanli, but it could not kill him.
The layer of Chengxin's Buddha nature on the bracelet makes all Buddhist methods feel like they are just scratching the surface.
Xiao Yan They can suppress Xuanli for a while, but they cannot suppress it for a long time. The Power of Faith of the copper bowl is already thin, if it continues, the monks will be the first to be unable to hold it.
Qin Tiexin had already activated the storage ring, and he reached in and touched the edge of the Zhaoming Temple clock.
He doesn't like Xiao Yan, nor does he like this group of monks.
Xiao Yan This person has too deep thoughts. From Lin Residence breaking off the engagement to entering the secret realm, he seems reckless, but every step seems to be stepping on a calculated point.
This group of Buddhist disciples were even more secretive. They clearly knew something but didn't say a word.
But these are not important. What is important is that Xuanli cannot escape. Once the devil escapes Pure Land Chan Temple and regains his strength, everyone in this secret realm, including Lin Chuan and the others, including himself, will all die.
He understands the importance.
Just when he was about to take out the big clock, Xuanli moved.
The devil's aura suddenly weakened, and his cultivation level fell all the way from Golden Core Early Stage to stabilize at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage.
Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and as soon as a hint of joy appeared on his face, he saw Xuanli's right palm suddenly opened, and the bracelet started spinning crazily.