Deep in Lingshan.
Shen Yu did not stop Maha from taking action.
In other words, Mahasthamaprapta and Medicine Master, two powerful Bodhisattvas, would not allow him to do anything.
This is very strange.
It is obvious that Shen Yu's realm is no more than the Divine Ascension Realm, but in the eyes of the general situation, this person's body contains an indescribable power.
He had only felt this power in one person.
That man has been dead for three thousand years, how could he still be alive?
The situation was such that a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
The pharmacist had the same doubts. Over the long years, the bodies of the three of them disintegrated, leaving only their souls, which were constantly being melted by their own world.
It is for this reason that they dare not leave Lingshan and show themselves to the world.
But today, they had to come out, because the young man in front of them actually triggered the Lingshan Formation, almost exposing the biggest secret of Buddhism.
The Tianlong who was originally guarding the outside was inexplicably devoured by Lu Wu's descendants.
Even they were caught off guard by all the changes.
For countless years, no one has been able to break through the Lingshan Formation. This formation was set up by the great disciples of the Buddha himself. It uses thousands of Buddhist incense in the Western Regions as its source and the most precious Buddhist lamp-burning ancient coffin as its foundation. It protects nearly a hundred people around Lingshan. range.
Now in this era when the third ancestor of the Taoist sect has disappeared and the Confucian sect's sage has not appeared, it is absolutely impossible to break through this great formation.
The general trend is that people of that era three thousand years ago don't know much about the powerful people in the spiritual wilderness now.
But when he thought about it, although the times were advancing, those who reached the top of the mountain first would always be stronger than those who came after.
Today, this seemingly ordinary and handsome man in front of me actually severed the connection between the incense in the Land of Thousand Buddhas and the ancient coffin of burning lamps with just the sword of a fairyland practitioner.
Without the support of incense, the ancient coffin cannot maintain that balance, and the will of the spiritual wasteland is pervasive.
We dare not be careless because of the general situation, because it is related to the life and death of Buddhism.
His face flickered in and out, as upright and bright as a Buddha, but the next moment, it was dark and ferocious, like an evil ghost in hell.
Shen Yu is a little boring. For thousands of years, countless people have practiced cultivation, not for the sake of becoming powerful or for fame and fortune.
Regardless of whether they are the orthodox Buddhist, Taoist or Confucian schools or the heretical ones, their practice has only one purpose.
Immortality.
But looking at the spiritual wilderness, who has lived forever for countless years?
In ancient times, the Buddha, Taoist ancestors, and Confucian sages created the era of spiritual practice, but where did they go in the end?
There are only a few words about the Taoist ancestors in the Taoist classics.
"Life or death is uncertain."
Such a short word means that the three strong men who stand at the pinnacle of practitioners may be dead or sealed somewhere.
But he didn't live forever.
They just live longer than some people.
Just like that guy in the Demon Realm, he is physically strong, but he will eventually die.
As for the Confucian sage, Shen Yu remembered that Master Taixuan had traveled throughout the spiritual wasteland three thousand years ago and visited every school and Confucian temple, but he had not seen the manifestation of that saint.
Likewise, all that is left to the world are a few clay statues.
The masters in the academy have been studying for so many years, but they have not seen any record in the books that the Holy Saint still exists.
Only Buddhism and Taoist Master Taixuan sensed a trace of terrifying thoughts deep in Lingshan Mountain when a sword came from the west three thousand years ago. XiuShu.com
If this thought hadn't disappeared in a flash and disappeared, Tai Xuan might have come in person.
A trace of memory flashed in Shen Yu's eyes. The memory of these three thousand years was a bit chaotic. One time it was killing the Buddha, and the other time it was his disciple traveling west, hoping to meet the master of the mysterious idea.
After a long time, Shen Yu raised his head and asked seriously: "Three thousand years ago, did that rain fall in Lingshan Mountain?"
This is the second time he has asked this question.
This is also the purpose of his coming here.
Previously interrupted by Lu Wu in the distance, now that many things had happened, he wanted to know the answer, because compared to unraveling the cause and effect, knowing the cause and effect of his arrival in the spiritual wasteland was the most important.
Similarly, when I heard the general trend of this issue, I was a little confused, but soon it became much clearer.
"It did rain." Dashizhi murmured.
Shen Yu looked calm.
After a few breaths, he continued to say: "The day after the news of the death of that person, it started to rain, a rain of blood. With this rain, my bottleneck that had been stagnant for hundreds of years was actually loosened. Thus, he entered the realm of Bodhisattva, and Medicine Master and Maha also broke through the realm one after another..."
"Everyone in Lingshan was very excited that day, because after they were exposed to the rain, their realms actually increased without any bottleneck. Countless people were able to advance to the middle three realms and the upper three realms at the last moment of their lives. Several uncles died in the rain of blood. Laughing crazily, laughing that that person is finally dead, laughing that that person has made the world angry, and using his flesh and blood as spiritual power to make up for the imperfections of the world!"
The words of the general trend are getting faster and faster, and there is great terror in his eyes, the kind of terror that is more terrifying than life and death.
Shen Yu was calm from beginning to end, even if the situation was talking about himself three thousand years ago.
Taixuan Dao Master flew up to heaven and died, and then the heaven and earth rained blood.
The realms of countless cultivators in Linghuang increased strangely. Shen Yu already knew what happened next, and everyone gradually died soon.
In the academy of Chang'an City, when Shen Yu was looking through the books, he found several connecting clues under countless bead curtains.
But now, Shen Yu went to the depths of Lingshan and saw the people who still existed after bathing in the rain of blood.
He did not believe that Taixuan Dao Master's power had reached a point where even heaven and earth could repel him. Even if he ascended, he would not be able to improve the realm of all practitioners in the entire spiritual wasteland.
In the entire spiritual wilderness, no one can do it.
Shen Yu waved his sleeves, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was distorted, and then transformed into two extremely conspicuous large characters in the air.
Temple!
After these two words appear.
Shen Yu's calm eyes were like huge waves rising from the sea, and his indifferent expression became extremely serious.
Shen Yu asked: "Three thousand years ago, after the rain, did a temple descend on Tianqiong Mountain? Suddenly the sun was no longer round?"
As soon as the words fell, his expression changed drastically and his pupils narrowed. Looking around in extreme horror, it seemed that there was some kind of existence that could claim his life at any time.
The pharmacist on the other side was also like him, his whole body could not stop trembling, and even his soul showed signs of collapse.
The two great practitioners, who had advanced levels of Buddhism and could be said to have stood at the pinnacle of worldly practice, were so scared. What happened that day may have been beyond the horror they could have imagined.
The temple does exist. Daoyan Zhenren and Song Nu from Qingdi City once went to Cangqiong Mountain and met the temple master. However, these two people were not as scared as the general situation.
Dao Yan even had a personal fight with the mysterious palace master.
Similarly, Taixuan had also been to Cangqiong Mountain, and that person's cultivation level was only passable.
But after Taixuan's death, the temple appeared, but another strange thing happened. Even the powerful people who reached the peak of such a fairyland were afraid of it.
What happened to make the temple so powerful.
Shen Yu frowned slightly, it seemed that during this trip to Lingshan, he encountered more and more mysteries, and the context of the matter was also complicated.
"It's such a heavy rain. I have never encountered such a heavy rain in my hundreds of years of practice. Hahaha... I saw Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha also flying into the sky, and then suddenly attacked all his disciples crazily..."
"Dead, all the disciples of Lingyin Temple are dead. My two junior brothers and I opened the formation and hid in Lingshan, not daring to make a sound, let alone go out to save those wailing nephews and uncles, because several ancestors seemed to have Crazy, many extinct Buddhist magical powers are being used in their hands. No one can avoid it, and no one can resist it. Even though our realm at that time was about to reach the Bodhisattva realm, we were like ants in front of several patriarchs."
The situation was still lost in memories, and the horrific scene was spoken in his mouth, just like
In general.
Shen Yu suddenly said: "Where is the Buddha? Why didn't he choose to take action that day?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Da Shizhi and the pharmacist fell into a daze at the same time, and kept mumbling: "Yes, why didn't Buddha wake up? He was sleeping in Lingshan. We have believed in him for countless years. When his disciples were in trouble, Buddha Why don’t you show up!…”
When Shen Yu heard this, he was certain of one thing.
That is the powerful contemporaries of the three founders of Taoism and the Confucian sages, sleeping in Lingshan.
Three thousand years ago, when Master Taixuan struck with his sword, he sensed a powerful will. At that time, he suspected that this powerful will was probably the Buddha who had been missing for countless years.
Only a being like him who has transcended this world can seal himself in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.
But Taixuan didn't know why Buddha wanted to seal himself.
Even if his orthodoxy was about to be destroyed and his disciples were killing each other like crazy in front of him, he chose to stand by and watch.
Shen Yu guessed that the Buddha sealing himself was doing something big.
This matter even transcends the inheritance of Taoism and the life and death of disciples.
The temple, the Buddha, and the rain of blood after Taixuan's death.
These three beads are scattered messily in Shen Yu's mind, but there is no bead thread that can be connected in series. There are countless stories for each person.
Why are the three of them connected?
The general situation and the pharmacist were just surviving in that incident, relying on the Lingshan Mountain. They were just like the teenagers in a town three thousand years ago, surviving in the rain of blood.
Shen Yu looked solemn.
Two eminent Buddhist monks, Dashi Zhi and Yao Shi, fell into crazy memories. The fear of life and death made them forget the reality.
Only Maha, who was out of his mind, did not hear the conversation between the three.
Because at this moment, Maha was restrained by a woman from the Divine Ascension Realm of Dao Sect. For the first time in three thousand years, he felt a trace of anger.
In this day and age, it’s hard to understand how there are still such geniuses.
And such a genius is actually helpless even to a strong man like him who has a fairyland cultivation level.
It's because times have changed too quickly.
Or have they really been buried in the ground for too long!
