The Buddha Kingdom is vast for hundreds of millions of miles, with Buddhists everywhere, endless temples and incense.
The entire ancient star, the entire ancient territory, all worshiped the Buddha devoutly, truly creating boundless faith, eternal and unique.
Today, on the top of Mount Sumeru, there is some kind of sacred and peaceful power surging, accompanied by the flow of gold and silver.
Here, it seems that there is an ancient Buddha transforming into the Tao, and there seems to be immortal vitality brewing.
On the vast expanse of land, countless Buddhists, regardless of race or cultivation level, all had a sense of induction. Looking at the direction of Mount Sumeru in the distance, they seemed to have a clear understanding. They immediately clasped their hands together and said with a pious expression:
"My Buddha is compassionate."
At the same time, Mount Xumi was violently shaken.
Since ancient times, Mount Sumeru has come to this star from outside the territory to promote Buddhism. It has been more than a million years ago.
Although Buddhism has not yet seen a true Buddha of the supreme realm come into the world, it has always been prosperous, with quasi-emperors and great sages incessantly waiting for them.
And Mount Sumeru, in a sense, has become the supreme holy land of Buddhism in the human world, respected by countless Buddhist forces in all heavens and realms.
Those who can live in Mount Sumeru are all powerful people above the Buddhist holy realm, or protectors of the Tao.
At this moment, ancient Buddhas appeared one after another in the majestic and majestic hall. They all looked solemnly at the place where the Buddha's light was surging.
In the haze, a slightly illusory and ethereal figure of the Buddha emerged, immeasurable and flawless.
This was created by the power of Buddhist faith over millions of years, but now it seems as if it is transforming into a Tao. The divine clouds are shimmering, and the divine chains of laws are melting away and disappearing from the world.
Accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chants and chants, it echoes between heaven and earth.
Seeing this, the ancient Buddha, who finally had unparalleled cultivation and reached the quasi-emperor realm, couldn't help but want to take action.
This illusory Buddha body is the hope of Buddhism, and it is the foundation of Sumeru. It must not be lost.
However, before he could take action, a majestic and majestic force descended, carrying the power of the Sumeru Mountain, condensing the fundamental creation of Buddhism and overwhelming everything.
It was a meritorious pestle, and its whole body seemed to be made of the glow of falling stars all over the sky. It showed a brilliant purple color, with golden cloud patterns all over it, faintly filled with Buddha light, and the power of the Supreme Way was overwhelming.
At the same time, the buzzing sound of the gods came from the merit treasure pestle:
"The cause of another day will be the effect of today; there are times of gathering and separation, so don't force it. Have you understood?"
After hearing this, many ancient Buddhas clasped their hands together and began to answer——
"boom!"
Deep in Sumeru, there was a roar like the creation of the world, and a bright and pure Buddha light tore through the void and came to this place.
"My Buddha is compassionate and I have seen the Buddha."
The Buddhas were shocked and bowed respectfully to the visitor.
He was an old monk with long eyebrows reaching to the ground. He had extremely strong cultivation and an astonishingly high seniority. He was the original promoter of Xumi Buddhism.
It is the first of all the Buddhas of Sumeru, side by side with the Pestle of Merit and Virtue.
"Morro, you're here."
The heartfelt sighs of the gods came from the merit pestle.
The old monk who emerged from the source seemed not to have heard the words about the treasure pestle of merit and virtue, and only looked straight at the illusory Buddha that was disintegrating. There were faint glistening tears in his slightly cloudy eyes.
The long-cherished wish that spanned nearly two million years will finally be fulfilled. Even the ancient Buddha, the supreme quasi-emperor, cannot help but cry with joy.
The top of Mount Sumeru is silent, and many monks and Buddhas are silent.
Only the Buddha's light is blazing, like a fairy fire burning.
When the last ray of Buddha's light burns out, the fire is extinguished, and finally there are fragments of auspicious light drifting away.
It reflects a young child who was born with "Buddha's bones", who is bright, intelligent and has excellent foundation.
"Amitabha--"
The old monk Mara and the pestle of merit and virtue seemed to have a glimpse of the future, and they immediately recited such a Buddha's name that they had never heard before in unison.
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This is a vast plateau mountainous area with pure and blue sky, light clouds and gentle breeze.
The surface is endless grassland, water
The grass is rich and beautiful, which is the basis for the herdsmen to make a living.
Naturally, most people living in this area believe in Buddhism.
On this day, an old monk with long eyebrows reaching the ground came to a herdsman's home, showed his Dharma, expressed his intention to come, and wanted to take the couple's young son to practice.
As ordinary people, they may not have a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings and their beliefs are not that pious, but they have the simplest respect for the old monk.
In addition, the old monk has shown his own cultivation before, so he is naturally more respectable.
The old monk didn't want to force anything, and ultimately had to listen to the child's own wishes.
After receiving the latter's affirmative answer, the old monk finally showed an unconcealable smile on his face and said cheerfully:
"From now on, you will be called Amitabha."
The old monk's eyes were lowered, with unconcealable love in them, and he looked at the child in front of him with extra kindness.
And the eyes of the child called Amitabha were also filled with bright and pure wisdom.
It doesn't look like a young child who is about to leave home at all. He has a feeling of being young and mature.
However, when Mora rode on the auspicious clouds and took Amitabha to the clouds and mist for the first time, the latter suddenly burst into tears, which was really heartbreaking.
For a long time, Moro's laughter echoed in the clouds and sky.
After bringing Amitabha back to Mount Sumeru, Maraxuan built its foundation with many rare treasures of heaven and earth.
These are Sumeru, or rather the accumulation of millions of years of Buddhism, and now they are all thrown at little Amitabha regardless of the cost.
Of course, as the most powerful quasi-emperor of the generation, Moro will never overthrow the achievements of others. Every natural and earthly treasure will not be wasted, nor will it lay hidden dangers for his subsequent practice, making his foundation extremely solid, which can be called the ancient Shuo. now.
On the top of Mount Sumeru, a sacred Bodhi tree stands. Compared with the common Bodhi trees, it is not too high, only about three feet.
In the past year, Xumi suffered a disaster, and the Bodhi tree was naturally not immune and eventually perished.
During the long period of more than a million years, Bodhisattva has been bathed in endless Buddha light, and many ancient Buddhas have been watered with pure and flawless faith in the world of mortals. Its nature has long been restored to its original state.
The entire sacred tree looks like it is carved from jasper, crystal clear, with fairy clouds shining and green light shining all over its body.
Countless branches fell down, and the green leaves on them swayed and rustled, scattering wisps of wisdom from the avenue.
Just by being close to it, it seems that you can hear the roar of heavenly sounds in the void, and the bursts of Zen sounds, which almost make people fall into the deepest state of enlightenment.
A young monk is sitting cross-legged under the bodhi tree, wearing a white monk's robe, with a solemn appearance and otherworldly appearance.
He is not very old, definitely less than a hundred years old, but he has become a saint and can be called an ancient Buddha to the outside world.
What is even more commendable is that his Buddha-nature is profound. Whether it is his state of mind or the depth of his Buddhist teachings, it is enough to put many Buddhist monks at a higher level to shame.
"Buzz——"
The fluctuations in the void spread, and the figure of the old monk Mara emerged. He looked at Amitabha not far away with satisfaction, and was sincerely pleased.
"Master."
Sensing Moro's arrival, Amitabha slowly opened his eyes and said respectfully.
Moro nodded and immediately looked serious:
"Even my Buddhist disciples are not immune to the struggle for imperial power. In this world, the only ancient road has long been opened, and it's time for you to take the road."
Hearing this, Amitabha's expression was calm and calm, as if he had been mentally prepared:
"The sea of suffering is boundless. My disciples want to overcome all souls and resolve all catastrophes so that all sentient beings can enjoy ultimate happiness and freedom."
Its sound was so majestic that it shook the entire Sumeru and resounded throughout heaven and earth.
