His True Colors Chapter 2119

 Without waiting for Han Qianqian to reflect, the blood-red monks sat down directly on the ground and surrounded Han Qianqian, dividing him into the positions of the eighteen Lohans and gushing out scriptures.

        A stream of red scripture words floated out from their mouths, then one by one they all hit the shadows outside the streamer and quickly penetrated the shadows, drilling directly into Han Qianqian's body.

        Han Qianqian suddenly felt dizzy and dazzled, and the whole heaven and earth were turned upside down in distortion.

        The demonic sound even made him drift off to sleep in this environment.

        Immediately afterwards, Han Qianqian's consciousness began to blur.

        This was the greatest treasure of the Devil Sect, the Heavenly Devil Streamer.

        The eighteen blood-red monks around it were none other than the eighteen guardians of the Demon Sect, the eighteen Blood Monks.

        "Even the most powerful person will experience physical and mental torture and devilish repercussions in the streamer. When Wang Juzhi saw Han Qianqian's situation, he laughed with glee.

        Han Qianqian didn't know how long or how long he had been blurred, and immediately afterwards, all the painful memories came flooding back to him, and that scene of painful events that Han Qianqian remembered so well kept recalling in Han Qianqian's mind. Those faces that had bullied her, with smiles on their faces kept flashing through Han Qianqian's mind.

        Su Yingxia's aggression, Han Nian's lonely and helpless crying when he was imprisoned by Futian, everything was constantly stimulating Han Qianqian, bringing him to a low point emotionally and bringing him anger as well as sorrow at the same time.

        At that moment, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.

        When he opened his eyes again, he saw a big Buddha.

        The Buddha's light was dazzling, his body was majestic, his golden light was glittering and his righteousness was abundant.

        "You're here?" The Buddha smiled faintly and lightly.

        "You are the Buddha? Where am I?" Han Qianqian frowned slightly.

        "The one who is destined to come to you is not asking for anything. If you do not cross people, what is Buddha?" The Buddha laughed: "Just a grain of confusion in this dusty world, you and I are all the same."

        When he finished, he waved his hand, and a huge lotus cloud appeared in front of Han Qianqian, in which a hundred states of the world could be seen.

        "Look at the world, it is a bleak place, all beings are suffering, what is the difference with you? As long as one is born as a human being, one has the three fires of greed, dabbling and eating. These three fires poison the human heart, so that one sinks into reincarnation and reincarnation, and the many things in this world are the root cause of evil, so that they cause puffy beings and curl up in a million sorrows.

        "If you want to forget your pain, you must learn to let go of it. If you cling to it, you will only become more nervous and suffer more. The difference between gods and men is that gods have let go, but men have not. If you want to become a god, you have to learn to let go, do you understand?"

        Han Qianqian frowned slightly and did not answer, he was just thinking about where this place was.

        "Are you at the streamers, do you want to leave here?" Buddha said softly.

        Han Qianqian could not deny it.

        "You are trapped within this streamer, and it is because you have the three flames, but you have a divine root in your body, and you and I have a destiny, that this seat will come to help you get out of this demon streamer." Buddha said softly.

        "This is the Heavenly Demon Streamer, created by the Heavenly Demon, and this Heavenly Demon is the one that was transformed from the Buddha's heart demon in the first place. He used the Buddha's ten thousand sufferings to transform into his body, and used the Buddha's ten thousand extreme evils to create the streamer, and then used the Buddha's defilement to transform into the eighteen demon monks, echoing each other to create the Heavenly Demon's trap, which is very powerful. So, the Buddha found out the way to break the streamers, so that I can ferry the destined ones." Buddha said.

        Han Qianqian nodded and said with slight respect, "Then how can I break the streamer?"

        "Heavenly devils, streamers and demon monks are all evils of Buddha, if you want to despise and remove these, you have to learn the goodness of Buddha, you have to learn to let go, let go of people, let go of things, let go of your heart, let go of everything in the world, and follow my Buddha's teachings." When the Buddha finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and at that moment, the sound of Sanskrit resounded, sounding into the ears, pleasing to the heart and soul, giving Han Qianqian a sudden feeling of sublimity.

        Without giving it much thought, Han Qianqian closed his eyes slightly, his heart following the Buddha's teachings, his ears listening to the Buddha's voice, and slowly settled down.

        And at that moment, on the periphery.

        Han Qianqian slowly sat down and, at the same time, let go of all his defences.

        "This fool, he really thinks that Buddha is crossing him." Ye Qucheng mocked in a cold and disdainful voice.

        Wang Juzhi smiled wickedly, "If people cultivate Buddha, they might be able to become gods, so you should not say that too."

        "It's fine to cultivate Buddha, but then you have to go to the Western Paradise first." Cool-Son Yeh laughed coldly.

        Wang Juzhi laughed, "Then later on, we will send him to the Western Paradise."

        After saying that, Wang Juzhi smiled at the eighteen blood monks, and the blood monks understood, and the frequency of their mouths was faster, and the Sanskrit script was recited out of their mouths faster, and one by one, they flew towards the streamer.

        At this moment, Han Qianqian was feeling the universal light of Buddha within the streamer, his heart flowing freely.

        "The power of the Heavenly Demon Streamer cannot be underestimated, do we want to help?"

        In the eight worlds, another voice floated out of the sky.

        "He can walk out of your trial tower, so why should you be afraid that he won't be able to walk out of a Heavenly Demon Streamer?"

        "That's true."

        "Everything has its own destiny, let fate take its course. He is to become the strongest, where does he not go through a bitter refinement?"

        "I don't know whether to say it's a blessing or a curse that he met you." Another voice laughed bitterly.

        "That will depend on his own destiny."

        As the words fell, in the Eight Desolate World, Han Qianqian was by now feeling the wonders of the Buddha's teachings more and more as he settled in, his whole being was like a big fish that had been dry for a long time and had suddenly arrived in vast waters, Han Qianqian could not find any other way to enjoy himself other than to swim to his heart's content.

        Outside the streamer, the eighteen blood monks continued to sit in formation, while Wang Juzhi had already led a few of his men and walked outside the streamer, and the line of men had an additional black glove on their hands at this time.

        "Fuck, this kid has caused our Pill God Pavilion so much pain, the battle at Baguio Palace almost brought our Pill God Pavilion's reputation into disrepute, as an elder of the Pill God Pavilion, it is a waste of man if this revenge is not avenged." An old man gently shouted, then, energy gathered in his right hand with black gloves, and slapped a palm directly at Han Qianqian who was meditating within the streamer.


        The palm hit his back with a loud muffled sound, and it was obvious that the old man had almost used his full strength. Even though Han Qianqian had the Immortal Xuan Armour to protect his body, it still could not help but cause Han Qianqian's body to suffer a heavy injury, and a smear of blood could not help but flow out from the corner of his mouth.

        But at this moment, Han Qianqian not only did not feel any pain, but also did not resist in any way, instead, a faint smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth.

        "A little punk, you dare to override me, didn't you say you wanted to settle things properly with me? I will satisfy you and settle the score with you right now." Cool-Son Yeh smiled coldly and similarly poured energy into his gloved right hand, aiming it at Han Qianqian's chest and slapping it down again.

        The blood from the corner of Han Qianqian's mouth could not help but flow more rapidly.

        Immediately afterwards, the people beside Wang Juzhi, one after another, struck Han Qianqian's body continuously like the people before him.

        Strangely enough, the blood at the corner of Han Qianqian's mouth was already flowing like a pillar, but he still wore a smile on his face.