Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 125 124. Attacking Mount Xumi

All the major underworld forces watched Xu Zhenqing endure the tribulation. The terrifying thunder tribulation with such a huge momentum was truly jaw-dropping.

The breath rises, the life level is sublimated, and the life span is extended. The saints reach the first heaven, the second heaven, the third heaven... the ninth heaven, nine small steps at a time. This kind of accumulation is unprecedented in history.

After Xu Zhenqing's realm rose, his divine eyes shot out two beams of light to intimidate the peeping extreme forces, and then he left the outer space and stepped to the edge of the Western Desert.

"When the Divine Silkworm Princess goes to get the Divine Emperor's clothes, we will intercept her." Xu Zhenqing was anxious, and suddenly he got stuck and couldn't move.

A shadowy figure whose face was unclear walked out, shook his head and said, "I'm done with him. He's also been infected by the Love Brain Avenue. Let's focus again."

After saying this, the shadow took the imperial soldier and comforted him gently. Then he rushed to Lingshan, shook his body, and separated himself into hundreds of himself with different expressions.

These people include men, women, young and old, strong and weak, beautiful and ugly, and even Taoist priests and monks.

They all took out the Xuanyu Platform, drew divine patterns, crossed the void one after another, and floated away.

The vast Big Dipper has five major regions: East Wilderness, West Desert, South Ridge, North Plains, and Central Plains.

If the Eastern Wilderness is the most prosperous, the Nanling Mountains are the most primitive, the Central Plains are the most profound, and the Northern Plains are the most desolate, then the Western Desert is the most mysterious.

The Western Desert has vast expanses of yellow sand and raging storms, creating a desolate and mysterious atmosphere.

This is a true Buddhist land with endless temples, constant Zen sounds, and faith that spans ancient and modern times.

A novice monk rubbed his eyes and saw another novice monk who looked exactly like him. He was stunned for a moment, especially when the other party showed a weird smile, he fell directly to the ground.

The young monk panicked and yelled, "Who are you? I have the Buddha's blessing, I am not afraid of you."

"Little novice monk, Buddha has the appearance of all living beings. How do we know that Buddha is not a demon, and the demon is not Buddha? The demon can transform all living beings. Buddha is the demon, and the demon is Buddha, is that right?" Another little novice monk had a calm expression, clasped his hands together, and stood quietly on the pile of sand.

The little monk's face was crimson, as if he had been in a long dream. He just woke up and slowly stood up, his expression no longer panicked.

Look at the other little monk, there is no one there, as if he has never existed.

After returning to the temple, the old monk struck the wooden fish and saw the Buddha's light shining brightly. His wisdom was revealed, so he immediately recommended the young monk to Mount Sumeru.

This situation occurred in various places in the Western Desert. It seemed as if there was a sudden burst of talent, which made people happy. Some people even said that Buddhism was flourishing.

Mount Xumi is extremely magnificent, with its peaks rising into the vast universe, shrouded in flowing mist, like an immortal fairy platform.

On the top of the peak stands a magnificent temple, with tiles shining with purple-gold luster, as if they were made of metal, and a sacred and peaceful atmosphere permeates the air.

The young novice monk and other geniuses practiced quietly, absorbing and exhaling the power of faith that emanated from Mount Sumeru, and then generated incomparably pure faith, feeding back to Mount Sumeru, which made the ancient monk next to them look happy.

Buddhism in the Western Desert is based on Mount Sumeru as its main branch. All monks in temples respect Amitabha Buddha and inherit his teachings.

Therefore, even though there are still deep factional differences among the temples in the Western Desert, they are still closely connected.

The young monk glanced at the auspicious cloud of faith above his head. It had already condensed into a huge ancient Buddha, standing there majestically, looking down at all living things.

"Converting to Buddhism, eliminating bad roots, and transcending worldly desires, and from then on transcending the world, this is a great opportunity."

"Since the donor has come, please do not act against the will of heaven. The Buddha is merciful and will help you break free from your foolish thoughts."

The loud sound of a huge bell echoed in the little monk's mind. A wisp of black aura filled the air and a shadow emerged, his expression cold and indifferent.

The shadow suddenly left a word and disappeared on its own: "You keep saying Amitabha, but every word is full of greed, anger, ignorance and doubt. There is no truth in your words and deeds being consistent." "Who is it? You must know that Buddha also has the wrathful eyes of Vajra and the strike of thunder." The guardian heavenly kings, golden arhats and others on the mountain frowned, and none of them could remain detached and calm, and all revealed a hidden worry.

I saw the clouds of faith turning black, and infinite karma continuously nourishing the black air. This black air, like retribution, ignited the power of faith that had not achieved its vision.

How can it be expected that Amitabha Buddha's prayers will always be answered? It is normal that what one prays for is not granted. The power of faith that cannot achieve the vision is like poisonous incense. The infinite karma that is bursting out like thunder at this moment can be said to be able to breed the demon body of Amitabha Buddha.

The devil was unconscious and only forced the faith in Amitabha Buddha to send down his great power to help the people of the Western Desert achieve their wishes, but the Buddha was unwilling.

You have to know that some people have already died. Do we have to use all our magical powers to find the reincarnations of these people?

This is almost impossible, so karma will burn itself and offset faith.

"Amitabha, well done, well done." The voice of the great saint Moka of Mount Xumi sounded. Although his words were compassionate, his actions were to guide the people of the Western Desert to continue to maintain their faith.

The high intensity of faith immediately causes ordinary people to faint and die.

Some monks looked terrified, but they had to contribute their faith, even if it meant their cultivation would regress.

The shadow walked out from the edge of the Western Desert, revealing the true face of Xu Zhenqing. With a smug smile on his face, he harvested souls and then continued to infect these souls.

Things are different now. We now have the means to capture spirits and send generals, so we can naturally temporarily store uninfected souls.

Xu Zhenqing displayed his supernatural powers, and he and I traveled to various places, performing miracles and saving all living beings in an attempt to cut off the foundation of Buddhism.

Acting in this way is undoubtedly like stabbing a knife at the heart of Buddhism, which will make them feel a strong sense of crisis.

What can be done? Only kill the believers of Xu Zhenqing.

One is forcing someone to death, the other is saving lives and helping the wounded, the difference is obvious.

The people on the mountain were also losing their patience and urged the power of faith to come and attack, but they saw a purple-haired girl with a calm gaze, her pink lips moved slightly, revealing a faint smile, like a blooming lotus bud, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Retracting her gaze from Xu Zhenqing, the girl faced her opponent with an indifferent expression. She stepped into the void, wearing the Nine-Colored Divine Emperor Clothes, and exuded an aura of supreme power, pressing down Mount Xumi: "I have come to see the Fighting Saint King."

"There is only the Fighting Holy Buddha on Mount Xumi, and I have never heard of the Fighting Holy King." Moka stopped the Buddha's light and looked up indifferently.

To save a whole area of ​​pure land is different from saving individuals in a targeted manner.

Giving and taking to create a paradise, this is Xu Zhenqing.

What the old monk Moka did belong to the latter, pure suppression and enslavement.

The Princess of the Divine Silkworm had sent a message but received no response. This was the ninth time and she should have returned empty-handed. However, after witnessing with her own eyes the Buddhist methods of salvation and enslavement of sentient beings, she resolutely decided to stay.

The girl's pretty face was filled with murderous intent. She attacked fiercely, wanting to break Mount Xumi: "Have you converted the Fighting Saint King?!"

The clanging sounds were incessant, and every piece of armor on the body of the Divine Silkworm Princess flashed with a cold metallic luster, emitting nine different kinds of fairy light, like a galaxy rolling back.

The power unleashed by this move was so immense that it shook the entire Mount Sumeru. In an instant, the girl rushed to the sky above the outer domain.

After all, it was not too far from Mount Sumeru. As soon as Moka approached the top of the mountain, he mobilized all the power of faith and blessed Mount Sumeru. It was like he was wearing a real imperial robe, immune to all kinds of attacks.

(End of this chapter)