When the Heavenly Lord was angry, even the majestic and vast Mount Sumeru trembled and almost burst into pieces.
It was as if there was a thunder of thunder in the void, and the sound of heaven was endless.
The sacred Bodhi tree, about three feet high, is swaying, the green clouds are bright, and the quiet and wise light is shed.
The long-browed old monk Moluo had a look of fear on his face. He dropped the pestle of merit and virtue in his hand, knelt down on the ground and said piously:
"This junior is dedicated to promoting Buddhism and helping all sentient beings, not for his own selfish desires."
"My only wish in this life is that all living beings in this mortal world can escape from the sea of suffering and enter my world of bliss. I also hope that the Heavenly Lord will see clearly!"
In front of Mount Sumeru, there are golden flowers and silver lights flowing on the ground. The old monk with long eyebrows bows to it and makes a "Peng Peng" sound.
"The frog in the well."
Zhou Luo shook his head and shouted angrily:
"There are three thousand avenues, and Buddhism is not the only one. In your heart, only Buddhism is true, and the rest are false?"
Zhou Luo's words were truly deafening and enlightening, just like the sound of the great road roaring in his heart.
The long-browed old monk who had attained enlightenment as a weasel was speechless.
It was born bathed in the Buddha's light since childhood. What it saw was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, what it heard was the sound of Sumeru Buddha, and what it understood was the Bodhi Way.
It realizes that there is great freedom and freedom in Buddhism, so it devotes itself to transforming monks into Buddhism.
Just to promote Buddhism, I hope that one day, all the mortal world will become a pure land, and all living beings will be free and at ease. I really don't have any selfish motives.
Otherwise, it would not be able to control the innate Buddha treasure, the Pestle of Merit and Virtue.
Seeing this, Zhou Luo's expression softened slightly:
"Your original heart is clear, and I can see it clearly. Otherwise, if you dared to touch my disciple, your body and soul would have been destroyed long ago!"
The old monk Moluo kowtowed quickly to express his gratitude to the great virtuous deity.
Zhou Luo's treasure is so majestic that even this innate Buddhist pure land cannot cover up its supreme Taoist fruit.
"Although your heart is clear, your actions are indeed astray."
"How can we talk about treacherous and evil people and chivalrous and kind people at the same time?"
"For the former, if you use the power of Buddha to surrender, take back to the pure land, restrain and educate, it will be a real merit."
"The latter, even if he does not enter Buddhism, will not cause harm to the common people, but you have to forcibly convert him. From this point of view, you have fallen into a demonic barrier and lost your true nature."
Zhou Luo's words made the old monk suddenly enlightened. At the same time, he also heard that Zhou Luo probably would not kill him, so he kowtowed repeatedly:
"This junior has been living like crazy for thousands of years, and only today can he clearly see the truth. Moro will definitely remember the teachings of the Heavenly Lord and change his past mistakes!"
Seeing this, Zhou Luo nodded with satisfaction.
He himself is not interested in Buddhism, he only makes inferences by analogy, and does not regard it as his main path of practice, and it is obvious that his three disciples will not follow this path.
Therefore, if you can support a Buddhist sage, it becomes the best choice.
The Amitabha Buddha of later generations is really too far away, but the weasel in front of us has been innately bathed in Buddha nature and has also cultivated to the quasi-emperor realm, which is really the best choice.
"Get up now."
"Yes." The long-browed old monk stood up slowly.
Immediately he looked at Fuxi and Nuwa, and bowed apologetically:
"The little old man fell into a demonic barrier before and caused many offenses. Please forgive me, two little friends."
The two of them bowed in return, and Fu Xi said calmly:
"Now that Master has spoken, I hope Master Moro will take care of himself. However, besides the two of us, are there anyone else who has been 'enlightened' by you?"
Hearing this, Moro smiled slightly:
"You two little friends, please rest assured. Among the people who have been transformed before, there are many treacherous and evil people, and there are also many chivalrous and good people."
"I will transform him into Buddha-nature. From now on, I will leave or stay as he pleases."
Fuxi and Nuwa nodded: "Master has thought carefully."
After handling the matters here, the old monk Moro looked at Zhou Luo and said respectfully:
"There is no way I can repay the kindness of the Heavenly Lord for rebuilding. Please allow me, this junior, to serve as a guide and lead the Heavenly Lord to see the beautiful scenery of Sumeru, so that I can repay you a little."
Zhou Luo smiled slightly: "That's very good."
Compared with the Immortal Mountain, since Mount Sumeru has never been occupied by ancient gods, there are no extreme formations arranged, and it is only surrounded by the innate sea of suffering.
It is a completely otherworldly paradise.
This mountain is vast and magnificent. Every plant, every tree, every mountain and every stone has innate Buddha nature and hidden Buddhist principles.
The golden and silver light flows through the mountains, and the Buddha's light transpires and turns into colorful mist, surrounding the sacred mountain.
Zhou Luo's spiritual thoughts were so majestic that they enveloped the entire Mount Sumeru in an instant, but somewhere on the top of the mountain was hazy, as if there was chaos, and presumably it was the core of Sumeru.
At this moment, the place where the old monk Moro led him was also extraordinary, with celestial light, dark accumulations, and divine treasures and auspicious colors.
"This is the place." The old monk Moluo turned around with a respectful expression:
"The ancient cave contains magical materials that are comparable to fairy gold. It's a pity that I don't practice enough and I don't dare to act rashly."
Fuxi Nuwa heard this and stepped forward curiously to see what it was.
All I saw was a piece of black ore in the ancient cave, which looked like ordinary coal, but with the influx of heaven and earth energy, especially when it was contaminated with Buddha's light.
The originally crude and ugly "black charcoal" suddenly turned into purple fairy gold, with mysterious Tao Yuan flowing around it.
"Purple Gold Divine Iron." Zhou Luo said calmly.
"Master, is this also a kind of fairy gold?"
Fuxi and Nuwa both had great ambitions and wanted to forge their own magic weapons, so they both looked at this object with bright eyes.
Seeing this, Zhou Luo smiled and explained:
"It's not one of the nine immortal golds. To be precise, it's a rare kind of divine iron."
"However, although the piece in front of you is huge, it has long been imbued with Buddha nature and is not suitable for you to use to cast Taoist weapons."
Hearing this, the two people couldn't help but darken their expressions.
Zhou Luo shook his head. He understood how the later generations of Amitabha obtained the Demon-Conquering Pestle. He must have obtained the Purple Gold Divine Iron from here.
Moro on the side also spoke up and introduced with excitement:
"Although this magical iron has not yet been refined, it has already been imbued with Buddhist ideas. Even if it is not used to forge magical weapons, sitting cross-legged here can help people understand Buddhism better."
However, seeing that no one is really interested in the Purple Gold Divine Iron, Moro will naturally not stay here for long.
He immediately led everyone to Mount Sumeru.
Along the way, it was foggy and hazy, and it would be difficult for an ordinary quasi-emperor to find his way inside.
As they gradually approached the top of the mountain, even Fuxi and Nuwa, who had the lowest cultivation levels, clearly felt that this place was extraordinary.
The spiritual energy here is dense, with billions of rays of rays of light, and the source energy of heaven and earth is so rich that it turns into substance. When it drips down, it is like rain falling from the sky.
Finally, when they came closer, what appeared in the eyes of the three people was a fairy pond.
It looks like there are immortal spirits falling down from the sky around it, turning into a waterfall, with overwhelming power.
In the fairy pond, there are steaming clouds, bright fairy lights, and nine huge golden lotuses in full bloom, fragrant and full of vitality like the ocean.
In Zhou Luo's view, it was not an entity, but a golden lotus body formed by the transformation of immortal liquid.
The old monk Mara threw the pestle of merit and virtue, which turned into a golden light and disappeared into the fairy pond.
Immediately, the fairy light shines brightly in this place, and the Buddhist chants can be heard endlessly.
Sure enough, the merit treasure pestle was born from the fairy pond.
Moreover, in Zhou Luo's induction, Baochu had not yet been fully gestated.
After the old monk placed it in the fairy pond, it continued to absorb fairy essence and wanted to transform.
"Reporting to the Heavenly Lord, this place is the core of Mount Sumeru, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool."
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Sorry, my coding status is not good today, so I'm a little late.
The author will adjust it in time!
