Thunder tribulation disperses.
Three hazy figures returned to the palm world, and the powerful men who secretly watched the Buddha Burial Plateau were once again horrified, especially the barbarians in Huangcheng who believed in strength first.
"Clone?"
"It doesn't look like that."
"Each one is overflowing with the pressure of the Mortal Slayer Realm. If it is a clone, what kind of realm will the main body achieve? Take another step beyond the Mortal Slayer Peak? This would be too scary."
"I think the matter of assassinating the emperor needs to be considered in the long term."
"Let's form an alliance. It's difficult for us in Huangcheng to do it alone... Send people to Nichen Sea and Shiwanda Mountain. Well, we can also try to contact the Sun and Moon God Sect."
"There's no need to go to the Buddha Realm, it's probably going to be gone soon."
“…”
On the contrary, Chen Yi, who was in the center of the focus, was the calmest. He took it for granted: the heaven in the palm of his hand carried the world of Xuan Ni, turned into a domain, and he was the master.
The Xuan Ni Realm is a new world, with the potential to stand alongside the Dream Realm.
Although he is temporarily weak, the Heavenly Tribulation is not the true way of heaven. If the opponent is a monk who is stronger than the Mortal Slayer Realm, what is so strange about winning?
but.
There are advantages and disadvantages to using the Xuan Ni world as a domain. The advantage is that his domain can ignore the restrictions of the laws of heaven and earth. The disadvantage is that the origin of the Xuan Ni world is still too fragile.
It is like a newly built rough house. If it is impacted from the inside by an external force that exceeds the endurance range, it will collapse because it cannot withstand the excess energy.
It would be like two people using rocket launchers to shoot each other in a house. That would definitely not work.
certainly.
With the continuous reinforcement of the house, the continuous improvement of internal facilities, and even the inscription of formations, one day, the mysterious world can also become a world that accommodates all things.
The premise is that there is no premature death.
Chen Yi straightened his clothes and looked towards the temple in the distance with calm eyes and no words.
The temple has become a mess.
The monks who originally laughed at Chen Yi had burning pain in their cheeks. This was the sequelae of being slapped in the face: I sat up in shock while dying of illness, and the clown turned out to be me.
besides.
The most overwhelming emotion is endless fear and uneasiness, which spread among the crowd like a nightmare, lingering in the hearts of every monk, making people panic.
"Lord Buddha."
"Now that the situation has been established, how should we deal with it?"
"Yes, Lord Buddha, you might as well make up your mind."
"Amitabha, it is better to follow your heart's desires than to follow the foolish opinions of a poor monk."
"speak English."
"Surrender ball count."
“…”
"well."
Countless eyes with mixed feelings focused on him, and the Lord Buddha, who was sitting high on the lotus throne, was like a thorn in the back: "Everyone, please be patient and give me a little more time."
He pinched his fingers quickly, deducing the chance of survival, but found that every step was a dead end, with no chance of winning. In the end, he finally accepted his fate, and the sparkle in his wise eyes faded, becoming hollow and lifeless:
"Nirvana."
Two short words weighed as much as a thousand kilograms. All the monks collapsed on the ground. Some hugged their heads and cried, some sighed, some died calmly, and some murmured:
"The sky is unkind and the Dao is unfair. God wants to destroy the Buddha, but there is nothing I can do!"
After a hundred breaths.
On the plateau where the Buddha is buried, the light of the Buddha shines everywhere, and a golden lotus blooms, and then quickly withers away. Immediately afterwards, the stupa of Wulao Temple roars and trembles incessantly.
The five Buddha relics enshrined in the pagoda were chapped one after another. The golden lotus symbolizing the luck of the six generations of Buddhism withered, leaving only a small bud floating helplessly.
The Buddhist realm collapsed.
Tens of thousands of monks wept, their cries shaking the heavens and the earth. They put their swords back into their scabbards, put their hands together, bowed to the seat of Wulao Temple, recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and bid farewell to the Lord Buddha's passing away.
It has nothing to do with identity or position, just out of respect for the strong.
anyway.
When a person dies, the lamp goes out, the grievances and grudges disappear, and all the worldly affairs are like smoke dispersed in the wind.
he left.
It brought nothing but took away the last Buddhist seeds, leaving a thin page and a few pens in the history books to record that this land once had the footprints of Buddha.
Three hundred and eighty-eight years in the Shenyu Calendar.
There is no more Buddhahood in this world.
No more Buddhist practices are allowed in the world, and no more Buddhists are allowed in the world.
The Buddha Burial Plateau is worthy of its name.
…
Mysterious female world.
A divine voice descended from the sky: "You are destined to me. Although the Buddha's land is destroyed, you can live, enter my realm, and transform into my Buddha. From now on, you will have a seat at the Buddha's fruition. May I wish you?"
The frightened female lay practitioner was like a puppet, standing there blankly without any feedback. The owner of the voice did not urge her, but waited quietly with her.
"Amitabha."
for a long time.
The female layman came back to her senses with a complicated expression. She looked at the sky in the distance, chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and sat down on the spot: Those who know the current affairs are heroes. This is not cowardice, this is called following the heart.
Chen Yi buried the seed of Buddha.
In an instant, the spiritual energy surged, and the power of the beginning appeared. The Buddha seeds took root and slowly sprouted. Threads of golden light intertwined in the dark, and then solidified and transformed into human form.
The Buddhist temple rises from the ground, flowing with golden Buddhist charm.
The golden lotus is in bud.
Sitting cross-legged on it is a young woman with bare feet and loose hair, dressed in yellow clothes, with Buddha's mudra on her hands, eyebrows dotted with cinnabar, and a peaceful expression. She looks like a layman who has just passed away.
She was calmer and more compassionate than before. The gentle and gentle Buddha's light shone around her, like the warm sun in winter or the breeze in summer. It was indescribably wonderful.
but.
Her beauty is no longer appreciated by the outside world. She only belongs to the mysterious female world, and only to Chen Yi. She is Chen Yi's Buddhist path, fragile and in the ascendant.
Chen Yi returned to Shangyang Palace.
The wine was just warm and the food was steaming.
