To cultivate Buddha is to cultivate the mind.


    Among them, greed, anger, ignorance, slowness and condensation are the root of evil, which seriously hinders practice.


    Therefore, the first purpose of Buddhist practitioners is to cultivate the mind.


    Only when Buddhist monks correct their minds and practice good, can they not plant evil causes and avoid evil consequences.


    Now, Chu Yangzi is trying to burn the Buddha''s will in his heart with the fire of fate. This is simply the opposite. Buddhism can''t tolerate it. Of course, he also needs to bear unimaginable pain. He can be called crazy to the extreme.


    As time passed, Yang Xuan gradually frowned, which was completely different from what he thought.


    Originally, he thought everything would end soon, but with the passage of time, Chu Yangzi''s situation did not get any better.


    What makes him feel most depressed is that his vitality is constantly losing like the flood of jueti.


    If this goes on, don''t say that one elixir of longevity, that is, two, three, or even more elixirs of longevity, can''t withstand such terrible long-term consumption.


    A person''s survival depends entirely on the energy provided by life vitality. When life vitality is exhausted, it means that life has come to an end.


    "What son of God, am I just dying..."


    Yang Xuan wanted to cry without tears. He secretly scolded God for injustice, but he didn''t have much fear in his heart. He just felt unwilling and very unwilling. Although he wanted to stop it, he found that he couldn''t do it at all.


    Even if he stops urging the little fatalism now, his life is surging uncontrollably towards the fatalism fire in the palm.


    This is a process of ebb and flow. The fiercer and stronger the fire of destiny burns, the weaker and more uncomfortable he will become until his flesh decays and dies.


    Yang Xuan is not really afraid of death, but he doesn''t want to die. Moreover, if he really dies, where will the people around him go?


    "Damn it, I shouldn''t mess around."


    At this moment, he really regretted. The God of fate once warned him not to use the power of fate, but he never thought so. Now, it''s all right. It''s retribution!


    "I''m sorry, I''m the one who caused trouble to my little friend. All these are my mistakes. I never thought it would take so long to burn the Buddha''s heart."


    Chu Yangzi opened his eyes with difficulty, and his eyes were full of deep guilt.


    "Taoist friends, you''d better hurry to find a way. You and I have to finish it if it goes on like this."


    Yang Xuan squeezed this sentence out of his teeth. Now he doesn''t even have much strength to speak loudly.


    "There''s no way. Unless a Buddhist monk recites the death mantra and eliminates my obsession and evil karma in one fell swoop, he can help you and me solve this crisis."


    Chu Yangzi shook his head. He practiced Buddhism for two generations. A Buddha''s heart should be pure and scale free, but the existence of a ray of causal gas in his heart made him deeply hate the northern Xuanxian emperor.


    Buddhists pay attention to the six roots of purity. Once there is hatred, resentment, anger and anger in their hearts, they are not pure, which is a magic barrier. With this magic barrier, Chu Yangzi can''t even calm down.


    What''s more terrible is that with the burning of the Buddha''s meaning in his heart, his heart became more and more unclean, and even produced many illusions.


    The illusions from time to time will become the hypocritical and hypocritical face of the northern Xuanxian emperor, constantly eroding his mind.


    "Are you sure the death spell really works?"


    On Yang Xuan''s face, he remembered that the God of fate seemed to pass on the curse, and immediately spread a voice in his heart and shouted, "the situation is urgent. Lao Bai will show up soon."


    Destiny is everywhere. Besides, Yang Xuan is still the son of destiny. He has a certain connection with the God of destiny. Although he doesn''t dare to be on call, as long as he thinks about it, the God of destiny can sense his call.


    "Boy, are you begging me?"


    A lazy voice sounded out of thin air, followed by an old face with a kind of playful smile.


    "Yes, I beg you."


    Yang Xuan shrugged and pulled his face, powerless.


    "Who is this elder?"


    Here, Chu Yangzi looked at Yang Xuan and the old face not far away. He couldn''t help showing a curious look on his face.


    "He is the God of destiny who is in charge of heaven''s destiny. The Buddha of the Western Heaven also has to respectfully salute in front of him."


    Yang xuandao.


    "The God of destiny in charge of destiny..."


    Chu Yangzi''s face was still moved by the frequent visions in his brain.


    "Lao Bai, can you hurry up? You know, the more I delay, the more dangerous I will be. You''re not really going to watch me die?"


    Yang Xuan said with a bitter smile.


    "What''s the hurry? Aren''t you still alive?"


    The God of fate didn''t have a good breath. Then he glanced at Chu Yangzi and said faintly: "what a perpetual green lamp and a eternal Buddha heart. If you can throw away your obsession in your heart, you may not become a saint or a Buddha in the future."


    "Please save Yang Xuan''s life."


    Chu Yangzi said respectfully.


    "Once the death mantra is read, it will ignite all kinds of karma hidden in your heart. If karma fire and fatalistic fire are added, you really have no possibility of surviving. Do you really want me to do this?"


    "It''s my fault. I should be responsible for it. Even if moths fly to the fire and there is no future, I don''t want Yang Xuan to die because of me."


    Hearing this, Yang Xuan couldn''t help changing his color, "Taoist friend, why bother to come?"


    "It''s Chu''s honor to meet Xiaoyou. Anyway, I don''t want Xiaoyou to be involved."


    Chu Yangzi smiled bitterly, and then said to the God of fate: "the younger generation has the consciousness of dying. The elder just read the mantra of dying."


    "No, you can''t die."


    Yang Xuan didn''t know where the strength came from. He was going to forcibly extinguish the fatalistic fire in the palm of his hand.


    "Stupid, once the fire of destiny is extinguished, you will also suffer a heavy counterattack. A bad one will lose your life. The immortal can''t save you."


    The God of fate cursed and stopped Yang Xuan. He said, "didn''t you realize a Taoist Scripture from the Pearl of wisdom? It''s much better than the curse of past life. You just need to read this Scripture to save his life."


    "Seriously?"


    "Just do it. Can I deceive you?"


    The God of fate will not aim at nothing. Since it is feasible, it will never be wrong.


    Yang Xuan didn''t think much. He immediately calmed down. The whole person was solemn and said in a low voice: "the way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the deficiency..."


    This passage is not long, but it contains an inexplicable great power. In front of this power, time and space seem to stop.


    "What power is this..."


    Chu Yangzi was shocked. He only felt that all kinds of illusions in his heart were forcibly suppressed in an instant.


    What made him even more incredible was that the gas of cause and effect in his heart dissipated and disappeared.