Chapter 946 Lingshan Dry

Chapter 946 Lingshan Dry

See Sakyamuni on the road!

This was beyond everyone's expectation. Even Ye Fan was shocked. Several old monks kowtowed excitedly, extremely devoutly, recited the Buddha's name, and touched the ground with their heads.

The falling flowers are colorful, and the crystal flowers are falling, making a rustling sound, but it makes the heaven and earth more peaceful. An ancient bodhi tree took root there, and a dusty man sat under the tree, blending with everything and living with the road.

He closed his eyes, and the bright flowers fell on his body. He seemed to have never moved for thousands of generations, quiet and detached.

If a person is exactly the same as the Buddha statue in the temple, it is undoubtedly different, which is respectable and scary.

Simoti and others kowtowed step by step. They went to see Sakyamuni with great excitement. Even if they let him die immediately, there was no other regret in their hearts.

This is their great wish in life, just to see the true Buddha, to see the Buddha, their wish to come true on the ancient road to Lingshan Mountain, and to witness the Buddha's posture with their own eyes.

The quasi-emperor Sakyamuni!

Ye Fan also trembled in his heart. This is a character who only appeared in the legend, but now he really saw it, which was beyond his expectations.

Sakyamuni was an ancient man 2,500 years ago. He had great wisdom. He watched the Vedic Sutra, read the Brahmanism, and finally unified the spiritual mountain, created Buddhism, and left a holy name in history, which was passed down from ancient and modern times.

The master from India kowtowed forward step by step, moving forward in the falling flowers, muttering in his mouth, and gradually reached not far from the ancient Bodhi tree.

Ye Fan also moved forward. He did not kneel down, but looked at the quasi-emperor under the tree for a moment. The extraordinary temperament made people follow the dust, as if he could spend all the troubles in the world.

"When..."

In the distant mountains, the Brahma clock is leisurely, coming from dozens of hundreds of miles apart, making people feel like being baptized, enlightened, and purifying everything.

The ancient temple bell in the deep mountains, the Buddha under the bodhi tree, all this is like a dream. There is no dust here. Sakyamuni is motionless, but he can't say the law but spread to the world.

"You are late, and Lingshan is closed. Unless the sea is dry, you can reappear in the world." A wave came, and the closed-liated figure under the bodhi tree whispered, as if talking to them across time and space.

"Buddha!" Simoti and others kept kowtowing. They heard the true Buddha talking to them and were so excited that they couldn't help it.

"Why is it so late? We came with the sacred object that opened the ancient road of Lingshan." Ye Fan stood not far from the bodhi tree and asked for advice.

"The Lingshan Mountain has withered, and it is difficult to appear in the world. Although there are sacred relics, there are no secret words, and there is no way to open the way." Sakyamuni did not move, just like sitting in ancient times, and like a sermon in the future, overflowing wisprints of road holy waves, forming a divine wheel, making him look extraordinary.

Ye Fan was surprised. Is this really Sakyamuni? Didn't he cross the sky and enter the depths of the starry sky? How could he see him here?

In those years, he had seen the back of the Wushi Emperor in Zishan. At first, he thought it was true, and then found that it was just a shadow branded many tens of thousands of years ago.

Is it the same with what you see? But why can you talk to them and blend with the road of heaven and earth, and there is a breath of suppressing the eternal heavens.

"At the end of Lingshan Road, turning back is the shore." Under the ancient bodhi tree, this extraordinary middle-aged man whispered, his eyes were still closed, his expression was peaceful and quiet, and each fallen flower was brilliant, condensing the charm of the road.

Simoti and others retreated, but Ye Fan did not move, because at this time he saw the green ancient Bodhi tree petrified, and even the man under the tree became a statue.

The falling flower falls, the landing is a stone flower, the fluctuation of life disappears, and what you see has become a stone sculpture, which is very different from just now. This is the power of Buddhism.

Ye Fan was relieved. Sakyamuni walked down the ancient road of the starry sky. He could not still be on the earth. All this was transformed by the magic power of the past.

Moreover, if they are really a quasi-emperor, they may not be so close to their bodies. The road is intertwined, and everything is in harmony. What they see is just the law of the past, not the body of today.

"This is..." Several old monks from India trembled.

They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten disciples. Before his real body left, ten people worked together to shape the body of Shakyamuni Buddha and stood on the Lingshan Road.

This is the work of the top ten disciples of the Buddha. This incarnation of Sakyamuni can show part of its magical power, and what he has just seen is not empty. From this, it can also be inferred that the Lingshan Mountain is close, not far ahead.

However, Simoti and others stopped and refused to take a step forward. They obeyed Shakyamuni's decree and did not dare to violate it.

"Lingshan is in sight, don't you want to go in? Even if you may not succeed, why don't you go to see it soon?" Ye Fan made a statement.

"Sin." Several masters put their hands together, and at the same time, Ye Fan advised him not to leave again and turn around.

Ye Fan ignored it. He bypassed the petrified Bodhi and Sakyamuni and continued to walk forward. Several old monks were stunned and stood on the spot and watched in a daze.

The ancient road was winding and a few miles ahead. Finally, it was completely broken. The front was looming, and a vast mountain was sitting at the end of the world.

There is nothing angry there, but only a vast ocean-like Buddha fluctuation. The mountain is full of vitality, and even an auspicious beast and auspicious bird are not visible.

Ye Fan opened the eyes of heaven, but found that it was still vague. The vast Lingshan could not be clearly seen. He only knew that the mountain was quiet and the ancient temple was quiet.

Obviously, it is already in front of you, only dozens of miles away. How can it be said that Lingshan is closed? He thought about stride forward. Even if there was no way, he wanted to move forward and made his own way.

However, when he took the first step, he immediately saw the chaos and surging, and Lingshan became more and more ethereal, as if he heard the sound of ancient Buddha chanting scriptures.

Ye Fan didn't stop and continued to move forward, but a lion roared from Buddhism, like a arhat reciting a spell, holding a magic pestle and pressing it on him, which was transformed by the Buddha's light.

He scolded softly and opened the golden sanctuary. Wanfa could not get close to him. There was a loud "boom", and the sky seemed to collapse. The magic pestle flew down, and he strode forward.

In the distance, Simoti and others were stunned. Is this to fight against the Bodhisattva of the heavens and break into the spiritual mountain?!

"Boom"

At this moment, the front was violent, chaotic riots, and the Lingshan Mountain was towering, as if to fall down, suffocating.

"Oh!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly and said the truth of Buddhism. At this time, he suffered great pressure. Even if he was a holy body, he had a feeling of smashing his body to pieces.

This is the pressure of Lingshan, this is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha's power, and the thought that I don't know how many creatures gathered here in the past, and no one can resist it.

Chaos fog impact, Yecha, Asura, Qiandaba, Garuda and other eight people emerged, which were also Buddha's divine light, pounced on Ye Fan, even the sound of the word did not have such a big effect, only part was smashed.

Ye Fan stepped back and suffered great pressure. He believed that if it had been another person, he would have been smashed to pieces, and even his holy body could not hold on.

Lingshan Mountain, worthy of being the most famous primitive Taoist temple in ancient times, is inviolable and inable.

This place is guarded by an amazing array, which is dozens or hundreds of miles apart. If you really break close, there will definitely be a disaster.

Ye Fan looked at the little stone Buddha in his hand and frowned. There was no secret language. He could not enter this sacred object alone. He thought that there must be something amazing in it, otherwise it was impossible to protect it like this.

He knew that it was difficult to get in, but he wanted to see what was wrong with Lingshan and why it was like this. With a long roar, the golden blood in his body was boiling, like a big river, rushing into every meridians, making bursts of thunder, shaking for nine days, and making peace with the road.

Ye Fan glowed all over, stepped on the formula, opened all kinds of visions, and killed it directly. Finally, it was a little closer. At a trance glance, the old monks sat on the cliff and next to the Buddha platform one by one, and the silence was as quiet as death.

Without a grass or a tree, everything is withered, spiritual springs and pools are dry to the bottom, and there is no vitality, as if no one has ever set foot since ancient times.

The withered Lingshan!

This is the truth. The ancient temple stands and the temple is in pieces, but no one, no Bodhisattva, no ancient Buddha, and no creature can be seen.

Silence, you can see one Buddha's treasure, a great weapon, Mengchen is there, that is, there is no living person, dead peace.

The power of the mountain is infinite, even more terrible than a real ancient star. Ye Fan could not get close to it. He was shocked by the vast fluctuations, and a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He didn't force it and came back. Lingshan was dry and suffered a big change. No wonder the mountain was closed.

However, what you see should be just a mountain gate. Everything in the depths of Lingshan is very dim. There is an ancient bodhi tree. The leaves have fallen, but there are Taoist marks, blocking the main Lingshan Mountain.

Moreover, at this time, the mountains were blurred, and the main body of Lingshan disappeared. This scene is irreversible, and it is useless for Ye Fan to support the small stone Buddha in his hand with his magic power.

"Boom"

Finally, a vast fluctuation rushed. He was shaken out more than a dozen miles, and everything was gone.

The sky is blue, like a blue crystal. A few white clouds float by, making people feel that they are so close to the sky, as if they can be touched by jumping up, and the air is extremely fresh.

Ye Fan was stunned. He stood in the Tibetan area. The tens of thousands of feet high mountain, the vast spiritual mountain, and the mysterious ancient road became smoke and clouds, which could not be seen again.

A few miles away, a group of monks in India were also surprised. Somehow, they suddenly came to the familiar world, and the ancient road disappeared.

Ye Fan came to their close, and then glanced around. The altitude was very high, and there were mountains, but it must not be compared with those just now.

"Where is the hiding place? Are the ancient road and Lingshan in the Tibetan area?" This is a common question in the hearts of all of them.

Ye Fan asked them to wait here. He turned into a lightning to fly in the sky, releasing a powerful divine consciousness, sweeping every inch of the land, looking carefully, but in the end he still got nothing.

Finally, he flew thousands of miles and landed on a magnificent mountain range. He felt a vicissitudes of life, but he could not see a trace of magic. This was the majestic Kunlun across Qinghai-Tibet.

Ye Fan was big for a while, and Lingshan was mysterious enough. I don't know which area it was hidden in, and Kunlun was definitely even more extraordinary. It was the first mountain in ancient Chinese mythology, the ancestor of all veins, and the legends about immortals were related to it!

Soon after, Ye Fan returned to B City, and the other group returned to India. Before the breakup, several masters made an appointment with him. When they went back, they would ask others for Lingshan's secret words. Whether they had gained or not, they would visit him again.

As soon as Ye Fan came back, he felt that something was wrong. The lawn outside the old villa was full of potholes, as if it had been struck by lightning and destroyed.

This old villa has not changed much, because he has carved a few simple magic arrays. Even if it is hit, it is difficult to damage it. It is surrounded by a mess. Obviously, someone is here to do it.

"Komatsu!"

Ye Fan was shocked and flashed into the room, but it was cold and sad, and there was nothing.

Where did the purple little thing go? His heart suddenly became cold. He searched in Siye and released a powerful divine call: "Komatsu..."

In the distance, next to a trash can, a dirty little guy poked out his head timidly, turned into a purple light and rushed at him, hanging on his body, and his body was trembling.

"You...what's the matter?" Ye Fan's heart was far from as calm as his words. He took it home and put it on the sofa.

Xiao Song's leg was injured, he limped, and he was frightened. However, he pretended to be relaxed. In order to make Ye Fan smile, he turned his head over and trembled in pain, but he was smiling innocently.

Ye Fan was distressed when he saw this. Who on earth hurt the purple little guy? He had a murderous intention in his heart!

This is a reincarnation. If we break through one, we will be broken by someone. Please see if there is a second one in the middle of the month. Please vote for the sky, or it will be blown up. Ask for support, ask for support.

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