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This is a place of cognitive inversion, emptiness and chaos.
A hazy ghost is wandering in it, with no direction, no purpose, no thought, no idea, no idea where to go, no idea where to go.
After an unknown amount of time, the ghost saw a glimmer of 'light' in this land of nothingness and chaos.
At this moment, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in my mind.
A thought he had never had before arose in his mind, and once it arose he could not suppress it: Get out!
go out!
The ghost had great desire and ran frantically towards the place where the 'light' came from. Only then did the ghost discover that in this void and chaos, there were countless existences that were the same as itself.
At this time, all the ghosts were running wildly in the direction of the 'light', and even started to attack and bite each other.
It was a silent and brutal battle unknown to anyone.
I don't know how long it took, until there were no more 'companions' in front of or behind me, and the ghost rushed into the place where the light came out in a state of confusion and madness.
boom!
Along with the flood of memories, an unimaginable pain exploded from the depths of his soul.
At this moment, the ghost roared loudly, and it turned into a loud cry.
"I am Zhang Longfu...the direct disciple of the Great Xia Shifu, the family teacher, Zhuge, the ancestor..."
The digestion of all kinds of memories takes a very short time, just like a moment. When a big face squeezes into his sight, Zhang Longfu remembers his past life and his past life.
Years of obsession came to an end, and the endless wandering after death kept rolling in his heart, and finally, he returned to peace.
"The Patriarch did not kill my soul, but sent me into reincarnation..."
Zhang Longfu's heart surged: "I can be reincarnated. Teacher, will he also be reincarnated as a human being somewhere in the world?"
As soon as this thought came out, Zhang Longfu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but the next moment, a sentence came from beside him, which shocked his heart and almost screamed.
"My sister is crying so loudly, why is my brother silent?"
Sister, brother, crying...
Wait, it was me who was crying just now!
At this thought, Zhang Longfu was confused. He had heard about the worlds of human beings, whether they were male or female, human or beast, but when it really happened to him, he felt a little out of control for a moment.
But that's just some of it. As long as his cultivation level goes up, a person's form can be changed with a snap of his finger. Whether he is a man or a woman, a human or a dog is not that important to him.
"younger brother....."
Zhang Longfu felt inexplicably weak in his heart. He was an orphan in his previous life and could not remember his parents and brothers. Since he has parents and relatives in this life, he must not let them suffer at all.
He thought in his mind, barely using his weak consciousness to sense his surroundings, and saw a scene that he would never forget.
Beside him, a plump and somewhat lively little guy stood up and yawned, then stood up in the air.
Then, he stepped forward with his right foot, walked seven steps in all directions, looked around in all directions, with the tip of one finger pointing up and the tip of the other pointing downward, pointing to the sky and the earth, and from his mouth, golden lotus spit out.
Among the golden lotuses, there seems to be an unknown sound of Zen chanting echoing in all directions.
"This this......"
Zhang Longfu's heart was shaken wildly. The sound of this Zen chant was clearly an extremely mysterious Buddhist sound.
It means:
In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme!
"....!"
The whole house was silent.
Qiao Moke held his daughter in a daze, watching his newborn son step into the air seven times, vomiting golden lotus, and his scalp almost exploded.
What happened to me...
...
The sky has six levels, and the earth is divided into four continents.
Dongshengzhou is where the Taoist ancestral court is located. The mountains are like forests and are the most beautiful.
Nanzhanzhou has the most stable territory and the widest plains. It supports the most living creatures in the four continents and is the most popular.
Beijuzhou has the largest territory, but it is full of poisonous miasma, has the most taboo places, is entrenched in evil spirits that are not tolerated by other continents, and is the most chaotic.
Xihezhou, where the ancestral court of Buddhism is located, is suspected to have collapsed due to ancient wars. It is filled with yellow sand all year round. Only the dotted oases are inhabited, and the rest of the land is uninhabitable.
At this time, the sky above Xihe was also covered by dark clouds. Under the dark sky, countless people felt depressed. Some people stayed behind closed doors, while others recited Sanskrit sounds.
"The mercy of the Holy Brahma comes to the world..."
In the windy and rainy yellow sand, the old monk with a sad face knelt down every three steps and kowtowed every ten steps. He faced the land of the West Pole with pious and firm eyes.
He is on a pilgrimage.
For all the monks and believers in Xihezhou, there is only one sage between heaven and earth, the Brahma sage, and there is only one holy place, which is Sumeru Buddha Mountain.
Unfortunately, after a turmoil in ancient times, the Sumeru Buddha Mountain, known as the most sacred mountain in the world and the first mountain in eternity, is no longer visible. Even those who say they have seen Mount Xumi are mostly lies.
But even so, for tens of thousands of years, there are still countless good men and women who have been diligently pursuing Sumeru Buddha Mountain.
They firmly believe that the holy land is eternal. The reason why they cannot see the holy land of Foshan is just because Sumeru has entered mustard seeds. But as long as they are pious enough, they will definitely be able to find Mount Sumeru.
Shashasha~~~
In the heavy rain, the old monk knelt down countless times, pressed his face deeply into the rain-wet sand, chanted Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and recited the Buddha's name with great piety.
He couldn't remember how long he had been walking this pilgrimage road. He only knew that he had seen similar heavy rain dozens of times.
All I know is that the people who have traveled with him have ranged from as numerous as mountains and seas, to a few scattered people, to even alone.
But even if his soul collapsed and he didn't have much mana, he was still moving forward.
"The mercy of the Holy Brahma comes to the world..."
The old monk murmured.
He seemed unaware of the continuous heavy rain, and turned a blind eye to the bright divine light in the distance. He put all his energy on the boundless yellow sand in front of him.
He firmly believed that the Holy Land of Xumi was located in this endless yellow sand.
As long as you look over the yellow sand, you will be able to see Xumi.
call!
Phew~
One step, one step, one kneel, one kneel, one bow, another bow...
The old monk stepped on the yellow sand devoutly and mechanically. At a certain moment, when he was buried deep under the yellow sand again, complex and mysterious Sanskrit sounds appeared in his ears.
In front of his eyes, he saw a huge, sacred and majestic mountain surrounded by endless Buddha light.
It was so majestic that words couldn't describe it.
It is like the center of the universe, surrounded by suns and surrounded by stars. It seems to rise from the ground and penetrate deep into the sea of stars. All the gods and mountains in the world combined seem to be less majestic and tall than this mountain.
Even if you have Dharma Eyes and Divine Eyes, you can't see the top of this mountain, or even the edge.
It stands across the front and seems to have the supreme power to dominate the years.
"Holy Mountain!"
Looking at the sacred mountain shrouded in endless Buddha light, the old monk was crazy, and two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "How lucky is Cotto to be able to see the holy mountain, how lucky is Cotto to be able to see the holy mountain..."
The old monk stood up in a daze, forgetting everything, and only saw the holy mountain so close at hand.
According to legend, Mount Sumeru is 84,000 leagues high, and there are monks, bhikshunis, Upasakas, Upasikas, Asuras, Vajra, Jialan, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Brahma Saints living in it.
The Brahma Saint lives on Sumeru and preaches the Buddha's sutras. Every day, the Buddha's light illuminates the universe. Bodhisattvas stand with smiles and watch the changes in the world. Arhats guard the outside, riding dragons or crouching on tigers...
There are mandala flowers blooming like the sea, there are gods and humans who rise and fall as the sun sets, and there are goddesses who dance gracefully, and there are diamond protectors who keep the precepts outside.
Infinitely wonderful and divine.
However, the moment the old monk stepped into Mount Sumeru, he fell out of his sweet dream like falling into an ice cave, and let out a horrifying wail as if his belief had collapsed.
"No!"
The old monk screamed and fell to his knees, with tears streaming down his face and trembling endlessly. He inserted one hand into the ground and raised it again. His hand was filled with Buddha's blood.
As the dark wind blew, all the Buddha's light was shattered, revealing a terrifying scene like a hell, full of ominousness.
In the bloody ground that was as dilapidated as ghosts, corpses lay everywhere, including bhikshunis, vajra arhats, devas and asuras, dragons and dragons... There was even a legendary Bodhisattva who died with a grin on his face. .
In the dark wind, there seemed to be endless resentment roaring, overpowering the endless chanting of Zen: "... dead, all dead..."
"No!"
The old monk shouted on his back, suddenly raised his hand, blinded his own eyes, and roared like crazy: "This is not true, not true! My Buddha is omnipotent, how could my Buddha do it, how could I... ..."
boom!
The Buddha's light burst out from the old monk's body, and immediately turned into endless blood. He lifted up the old monk, who was roaring and laughing with his teeth and claws, and ran towards the top of Mount Sumeru, which was 84,000 yojanas high.
The holy place is like a ghost.
The fragrant trees were broken, the temples collapsed, the palaces were burned, and the golden sands were stained with blood.
On the Seven Treasures Steps, there are mountains of corpses, and countless bhikkhunis, arhats, and gods lie beside the corpses. The legendary seven-layered treasure wall, seven-layered railings, seven-layered nets, and seven-layered rows of trees are all shrouded in the gloomy wind.
In the huge Sumeru Mountain, for a moment, there was only the roar of the old monk, as if everything was being buried!
"ah!"
The old monk roared like an evil ghost as the blood and energy swirled around him. Finally, at the moment when he reached the top of Mount Sumeru, he opened his mouth and coughed out blood covering his internal organs as if struck by thunder.
On the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a giant Buddha made of eight treasures. At this time, the giant Buddha was stained with blood and half collapsed. Half of the Buddha's face was covered with blood and tears, as if he was crying.
"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"
"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed Bodhisattva?!"
"Arhat, where did Arhat's head go? Haha, wuwu, no, no... Brahma Saint, Brahma Saint..."
The old monk cried in despair and struggled to crawl toward the only intact main hall behind the Buddha statue.
His breath was like a candle in the wind, which seemed to be extinguished at any moment. Supported by his only belief, he finally climbed to the front of the main hall.
The next moment, the flames overflowed from the void and burned the old monk to ashes as he struggled to get up.
The flame never stopped, spreading like water waves to the entire Sumeru Mountain. In just an instant, everything outside the mountain was reduced to ashes!
"The Holy Fire of Nirvana, haha..."
A whisper came from the dimly lit hall.
Immediately, the dragon blood lamps lit up, reflecting the handsome old Buddha in the red cassock on the lotus platform guarding the corpse of the mountain Buddha in the main hall.
The old Buddha lowered his hands and caressed the Buddha lying in front of his corpse, and whispered like a long chant:
"My way will be accomplished!"
