Chapter 687 Golden Top

Running for hundreds of billions of miles, I have seen groups of Buddhists rushing towards the same point, and they are not friendly to each other.

Now it seems that there are many interests competing with each other.

Liu Xing followed the monk Zhiyuan to the Foguang Temple, and for the first time in his life, he saw what the holy place of Buddhism is.

This is a world paved with gold.

The whole three thousand Buddhist temples are all made of gold. The infinitely tall pagodas, the glass clear Buddha Ling, and even the masonry at every foot of the ground are also made of 100% pure gold. Some eminent monks, even more golden sabers, are draped on their bodies, and the indescreible treasures are solemn.

And some Buddhist scriptures, the grand and holy scrolls of the Dharma, flow in the void and become a river of scriptures. People who pass by can take them and study them at will.

The stars are here, which are the star lanterns, and the large star bodies are just hanging in the half of the pagoda with the same background.

The magnificent sound of chanting has always been continuous, filling every corner.

There are also auspicious beasts, and there are also human beast heads. A Buddha aura appears on the head, and the treasure walks between the temples.

In this magical and boundless Buddha country, everyone's face is peaceful, and everyone is compassionate. The treasure light flows, and some big Buddhas follow each other in Sanskrit.

Liu Xing fell into this blissful territory of gold, and he couldn't help but feel some awe in his heart.

Although the great abbot of the Rotten Temple, Zhiyuan Monk, carries a Buddhist sacred object and a Buddha lamp with him, he can't be compared with those great monks, just like a little monk on Rotten Mountain.

The tallest pagoda can't be approached. They walked into a vast place of scriptures along the long golden passage.

This is a big square. Tens of thousands of great monks recited scriptures silently here.

They came to Xuchen and several other old ancestor temple monks of the ruined temple. After a big salute, they sat on the futon on one side.

Master Xuchen looked up at Liu Xing. This look was like looking at a stone on the ground, without any emotional fluctuations. On the contrary, when Liu Xing saw this old man who was so thin that he was worried, he thought that this time, his closed disciple, brought the disaster to the bad temple. He felt a little guilty and couldn't help whispering, "Master, the disciple led the disaster into the temple, committed a great crime, and let go of the big demon's finger..."

The old monk Xuchen waved his hand and said, "Awe. This is arrogance, Liu Xing. That's not what you did with your heart. It's the return of Tiandao culture to this moment. The big Hongmo just borrowed one of your reasons. Even without you, the rotten temple can't be saved. That monster is finally coming back to make waves. Next, if you want to let go of this heart demon, you have to let it go. The resentment in your heart, prepare for tomorrow's big choice. Let's see if the Buddha wants you to protect the Dharma, send you a hundred years of cultivation, enter the Buddha's dust array, and protect our Buddha.

The words were very profound. Liu Xing thought about it for a while before he experienced it, answered, and sat down with the teacher at ease and devoted himself to practice.

Xu Chen is only a second-rate disciple in this Buddhist country, but he recommended one person for a temple, and only Liu Xing in the whole temple. Even if Liu Xing is full of fierceness, he will open up for him.

This is also Liu Xing's next day. When he saw some precious Buddha practitioners at the first sight, he was excluded from the big choice. Only then did he understand the truth that he still took advantage of the ruined temple. The disciples of the younger generation are less than 20 out of them, only a dozen people, and their cultivation is still above the abbot, which is also a logical thing.

The next morning, at the beginning of the morning sun, there was golden light and clouds for half a day.

Hundreds of millions of Buddhists, lined up in countless rows, gradually entering a hall.

Liu Xingyan saw that the golden hall was not huge, but hundreds of millions of Buddhas entered it, but he never saw that it could not be let go. When he entered it with the teacher Zhiyuan monk and his party, he found that this place was already under the star sky and another space. I'm afraid this space is better than any other big star world. It is still huge countless times.

But there is still a dome. Monks are floating among the floating clouds like stairs. Everyone can take out a Buddhist scripture to study in the river flowing in front of them.

In the boundless space, there are Buddhist disciples sitting one by one. No one dares to shout loudly. In this temple, Liu Xing found that his position was on the bottom floor, and the Zhiyuan monk was higher than his first floor. As for the teachers and ancestors, they sat on the third floor. On the fourth floor, Liu Xing saw an acquaintance. It is the monk of Fajing Temple, Master Ruxian, who is one level higher than his teacher.

The Buddhas who go up are some holy Buddhas.

At the top of nine floors, there sat a big Buddha, so big that he couldn't see his body clearly. He only felt that one finger was also one-mile in size, and one look was a star shining. It is the opening of time and space. That's an infinite Buddha.

(Note. Sparrows do not understand Buddhism. The Buddhist world written here is different from traditional Buddhism, and it is not equivalent to those such as Journey to the West. Sparrows have limited ability, and they can only write what they can control. So the sparrow will apologize for some confusing words.)

When the morning class bell rang, which was quiet and straight to people's hearts, the sound of Buddhas in this land of hundreds of millions of Buddhists sounded through the universe.

The chanting of the Buddha lasted for nearly an hour before it stopped at the bell.

Then there is the infinite Buddha who speaks the scriptures, which is a few hours. Liu Xing is very impatient. He has never practiced Buddhist scriptures, and he entered Buddhism. At most, he had to do it for his own practice. Now he is very uncomfortable sitting among a group of real Buddhists.

But when you turn your head and look at those Buddhists, especially the monks above the third floor, they are intoxicated, and some faces are full of the feeling of enlightenment.

It was not easy to wait until the immeasurable Buddha stopped the behavior of preaching. The big Buddha the size of an astral world suddenly pointed down, and his mouth was calm, and the voice like the sea said, "Hold, the voiceless iner."

A layer of flood came down from the sky and brushed the body of everyone here. Liu Xing only felt a clear stream and flowed from his body and bones. All the dirt was under this brush, clearing out of the body, and his whole body was indescribably refreshing and happy. Shocked, he found that his cultivation was at this moment. However, it is a big step.

"Buddha, do you need a big array of Buddha dust for such cultivation? This great Buddha's cultivation will never be lower than that of the big flood demon,... Why doesn't he do it himself..."

With this idea, Liu Xing raised his head and looked at the supreme Buddha. In this moment, the great Buddha had been blurred, as if he was just a shadow. He couldn't even see it for a flash, and disappeared in place.

"Damn, this cultivation is not a little worse than myself. It's really unnecessary to make a big choice. As long as he takes action, it's not a matter of Hong Mo."

Liu Xing immediately trusted this Buddha from the heart to the outside, and felt that everything in the world could be done by this great Buddha.

Thinking nonsense, someone said in a low voice: "Next, please ask the disciples recommended by the major temples to come forward. Let's see if the door of opportunity of Buddhism will be opened for you."

Liu Xingxin thought that this was not dangerous, and there was a great opportunity to enter the account with a hundred years of cultivation. In any case, I can't let this send it to my mouth.

Thinking of this, he had already stood up from the futon and walked to the center of the temple.

As he walked around, a fighting spirit unconsciously spread out in this fighting young man, which is very eye-catching in this surprisingly peaceful temple man.

Someone looked at him and smiled, "Big brother, I don't know if he can reach the highest point as he wants this time..."