Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 325 321. Feeling Lingshan, Buddha is in my heart

Xu Zhenqing glanced sideways. In his first life, he did not interfere with Ye Fan's family. At that time, Ye Fan was indeed crying heart-wrenchingly, with every word shed blood, chanting the Sutra of Salvation to pray for the old man's reincarnation. Ye Fan, who had never believed in reincarnation, hoped for the first time that there was reincarnation in the world.

"My heart has changed a little. I'm finally tempted by something new and I love everything about it." Xu Zhenqing recalled his first life. He didn't have much interaction with Ye Fan at that time and he didn't catch up with the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, but he was cultivated by the old monk Yanhuang.

Because he knew the plot of the trilogy, he relied on his four masters to walk the path of using souls as seeds, and then he rose to power. He took the immortal Taoist, the skin of the Taiyin Human Emperor, the corpses of his parents without beginning, and the Human Emperor Banner refined by the thoughts of the great holy body gods. He devoured all the souls along the way, and finally he became an emperor and quelled the unrest.

After that, he explored the immortal road and walked the immortal road in the mortal world. As a result, he was accidentally invaded by darkness. Along the way, the big fish ate the small fish and became the ancestor.

It was really too urgent at that time. There was not a single time to waste. He just wanted to become the emperor before the Sixth Golden Crow. He didn't have time to think too much. Later, his soul was eroded, and only his true self protected by the meme was left. He was devoured all the way in a daze and had no time at all.

Now that Ye Fan can see his parents, he feels relieved. One day, he will return to the original Earth with dignity. No matter what the person is like, he will be diligent and serve them.

"Since I have accepted Ye Fan as my disciple, it is time to return those disciples to him, so that they will not be too cruel in the future." Xu Zhenqing raised his cup and took a sip of tea, turning the cup in his hand.

Xu Zhenqing casually pulled the thread of cause and effect, and reconnected the broken master-disciple relationship between Xiaosong and other Ye Fan's former disciples.

Ye Fan came to the ruins of the ancient temple, which was built against the mountain. There was a huge crack in the foundation that led to the underground, where he saw a stone dragon that looked exactly like a real dragon.

This is an ancestral root under the earth, which has transformed into a dragon shape, revealing a stone dragon head. It was originally dead, but now that the world has revived, this vein has regained its spirituality.

Inside, a squirrel was standing cross-legged, with a Buddha statue behind it. A circle of Buddha light appeared behind its head, which was formed by the moonlight. The other party happened to be the spirit that was transformed when the Taiyin Jade Rabbit scattered the Emperor's Nectar.

It has never left this area and has never seen any creature with Taoism, so naturally it cannot be said that it has done anything evil.

Xiaosong has a purple, furry tail that is very much loved by his master's wife.

What follows is another good show between the real and fake Pangbo, and even Sun Wukong is involved, but this is a technological monkey, and the old story of a thousand years ago is brought up again.

However, even Emperor Hongkun had his body and soul destroyed by him, and the Goddess of the Fiery Sun was in his pocket, so there was no need to talk about any grudges.

Seeing that everything was on the right track, Xu Zhenqing stopped paying attention to it. He still trusted Ye Tiandi's teaching ability.

Now that Duan De is here, the tomb-robbing industry should be put on the agenda. There are ancient gods hidden in some amazing tombs. Letting Duan De fight against the ancient gods can be regarded as a reward for seeing the Taiyin Jade Rabbit in advance.

Duan De has a sly look in his eyes. He registered his identity as an archaeologist with the government. He acts like a master and his professional knowledge really shocks Hu Bayi. Although he has just arrived on Earth, he has already learned the history of all countries.

When Hu Bayi faced the fat man who called himself "Uncle Hu" with a sly look in his eyes, he thought of Fatty Wang next to him and felt that although they were both fat, the difference between them was too big.

If Hu Bayi knew that Duan De was rubbing his hands and stamping his feet just to legally rob the tomb, I wonder how he would feel.

Seeing Duan De targeting a saint's tomb in the northeast to practice, Xu Zhenqing's consciousness wandered into the sky, like a divine flower dancing, and then turned into a rain of light, crystal clear and brilliant.

After exploring the legendary Daoist Daluo Heaven, how could one not visit the Buddhist Lingshan Mountain? Passing by a statue of Sakyamuni, I paused to pay my respects. Here, a bodhi tree grows, its branches like a coiled dragon, stretching out in all directions. Its leaves are lush and green, a testament to its age, imbued with the aura of the Great Dao.

Under the ancient tree, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting cross-legged, spotless, his body imprinted in the void, blending with the Tao, sitting and lying in the past, present and future.

"Lingshan has revived and reappeared in the mortal world. There are no sacred objects and no secret words. You can leave after watching." Sakyamuni did not move, as if he was sitting in ancient times, or preaching in the future. Wisps of holy waves overflowed, forming a divine wheel, which was extraordinary at first glance.

Xu Zhenqing nodded, and saw that the road ahead was winding, so he turned his spirit into reality. After walking for a few miles, he finally came to a complete end. In front of him, there was a vast mountain at the end of the world, vaguely visible.

It is full of vitality and has a vast Buddhist nature. This is the sacred mountain in the heart. Even if you open your third eye, it is difficult to see the whole picture. You can only know that the mountain is quiet and peaceful and the ancient temple is silent.

Lingshan became misty, and there seemed to be the sound of ancient Buddhas chanting scriptures. The eight groups of beings, including Yakshas, ​​Asuras, Gandharvas, and Garudas, appeared, all of them were transformed from the divine light of Buddha nature.

This is the power of thought from countless living beings gathered here in Buddhism in the past. Once it is injected with vitality, even tens or hundreds of miles away, it is filled with the Buddha's light of the formation, and even in deeper places, it is the same.

"Lingshan is worthy of being the most famous primitive Taoist temple in ancient times." Xu Zhenqing carefully pondered this method of combining telekinesis with formations, which indeed gave him considerable insights.

Xu Zhenqing caught a glimpse of the Buddhist platform on the cliff, where the old monks who were sitting in meditation were peaceful and tranquil.

"In the past, in the beginning of the blue sky, singing in the blue sky, in the great floating land, Yuanshi saved countless people to the highest level. Yuanshi Tianzun should recite this sutra, and circle it ten times to summon the ten directions." There were gods chanting beside Xu Zhenqing. It was indeed bold to chant Taoist scriptures in an important Buddhist place, but his original intention was good.

Xu Zhenqing walked forward step by step, saving all the gods and Buddhas wherever he passed, chanting endlessly: "Whoever recites this sutra ten times will have all the gods and Buddhas come to him. The souls of all his ancestors, the suffering souls, will be saved and ascend to the Vermilion Palace. After nine years, they will be transformed and reborn as noble people."

Some gods and Buddhas relied on telekinesis, as if they were self-proclaimed, and actually survived. Xu Zhenqing carefully identified them and found that the strongest among them was Medicine Buddha, who had the cultivation level of a quasi-emperor, but his lifespan was not long, and he would probably die if exposed to the light.

"Daoist layman, please change to a Buddhist scripture."

When Xu Zhenqing heard the other party's faint cry, he stopped chanting. Those gods and Buddhas who were praying for salvation put their hands together and often left.

He cultivates the great spiritual path and studies it in depth, which requires great awakening and enlightenment. It is said that when you reach Mount Lingshan, the Buddha is in your heart. The word "awakening" describes everything.

After staying there for a day, listening to the morning bells and evening drums, I saw Buddhist treasures and great artifacts that were no longer covered in dust. Although there was no one there, they were still shining with spiritual light and absorbing and emitting mental power on their own.

"Yes, Guangchengzi is not dead. The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism will probably continue to the ancient starry sky road and all the realms of the heavens." Xu Zhenqing laughed in silence.

Guangchengzi's Sword Washing Pool has the power of a great sage. The other party was a figure from four thousand years ago. He taught Huangdi. Not long ago, it was reported that he had broken through to the quasi-emperor level, but his life span was not long.

Lao Ji Fuping, ambition for thousands of miles.The martyrs are full of enthusiasm in their old age.

(End of this chapter)