I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

After saying this, Xie Que stared at Juliusun Fo with burning eyes, waiting for his response.

After all, he is the chief of the Thousand Buddhas of the Kalpa of Virtue and must know much more secrets than the other Buddhas.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Juliusun Fo's face. He frowned slightly, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment, he sighed softly, nodded slowly and said:

"That was a long time ago, so long ago that I don't remember much."

"But...why are you asking these questions?"

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes as he looked straight at Xie Que.

In the eyes of Juliusun Buddha, the ancient Brahma religion had perished in the past time and space,

Even if you know it, it doesn't make any sense.

Xie Que knew very well that he could not just explore the truth of ancient Brahma.

In order to find the Juewu Heavenly Coffin and create the idea of ​​martial arts, he told the truth.

His thoughts changed rapidly, and then he raised his head and answered calmly:

"I have always been interested in these things that happened in ancient times."

"It's just that the Buddha in the past cut off the past time and space, and many things in the past have been lost until now."

"I just want to learn as much as I can."

After saying this, he looked at Juliusun Fo with a sincere face.

This reason may seem hollow, but for many people who have lived for a long time,

On the contrary, it is the most convincing. After all, there are many ancient renovations that have always been witnesses of history.

"In the beginning, its teachings and traditions were unknown to outsiders."

"On the contrary, it was only after its demise that many things were revealed."

"And what I know are just bits and pieces."

Xie Que also felt that this was normal. After all, the scriptures passed down from ancient times were

The records of ancient Sanskrit are only a few words.

Juliusun Buddha then continued: "However, according to the secrets I know... that is, the birth of the ancient Brahma religion seems to be related to the Blood River Patriarch."

Xie Que's eyes, which had been somewhat dim, suddenly brightened up.

He suddenly felt an irrepressible excitement and curiosity in his heart. He took a step forward and asked eagerly, "I would like to hear more about it!"

After all, both the Blood River Ancestor and the Ancient Brahma Sect have always been the focus of his close attention. The fact that there is a connection between the two is undoubtedly an extremely crucial clue.

Seeing Xie Que's eagerness, Juliusun Buddha finally began to talk about the secrets of ancient Brahma.

"Regarding ancient Brahma," Juliusun Buddha paused, his eyes somewhat distant, as if he was recalling the distant past.

"In the beginning, it was created by a great power that came from nowhere."

"This great man from the ancient Sui period was revered as the Father God "Shinrao" by many ancient Brahma gods."

When Xie Que heard this, he was shocked.

He had heard a few words about "Father God" from Kagu before, but this was the first time he heard the name "Sinrao".

This strange yet crucial information made him realize that he was gradually touching the edge of a huge secret.

Juliusun Buddha did not pay attention to Xie Que's expression change, but continued to say:

"Father God, Xinrao, no one knows where he came from. He just appeared in the world so suddenly."

"But what Buddhism is talking about now is promoting good deeds, advocating infinite methods, and the cycle of cause and effect, which are the concepts advocated by the Father God Xinrao."

"Father God Xinrao also left behind a lot of scriptures," Juliusun Buddha said with a hint of regret, "but most of them have been lost now."

"For example, the 'transcendental law' in the legend, and the 'worldly law' that is passed down in the world."

At this point, he paused slightly, with a hint of regret in his eyes:

"It's a pity that the 'method of transcending the world' has been completely lost today."

"And nowadays, many of the magical powers of Buddhism, if traced back to their origins, are actually derived from 'worldly laws'."

Xie Que continued to listen, but the clues he pieced together in his mind were still confusing.

Buddha Juliusun continued, "Finally, when the father god Xinrao passed away, he used his supreme magical powers to transform the sins of the world into eighteen gods. These are the eighteen gods of ancient Brahma."

"Then, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth."

Xie Que seemed to be thinking about something, with countless thoughts racing through his mind.

After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Why do you say that Father God Xinrao is related to Blood River Ancestor? What is the secret connection between them?"

Juliusun Buddha frowned slightly, fell into a brief thought, and then slowly spoke:

"After Father God Xinrao disappeared, Blood River Patriarch suddenly appeared."

“Although the two have completely different outward appearances, their styles of doing things are even more different.”

"But if you look into it carefully, you will find that the magical powers they display have something in common."

“Although this commonality is obscure, it is definitely not a coincidence.”

When Xie Que heard this, his mind suddenly moved.

He thought about the possible connection between himself and the Blood River Ancestor, and pondered secretly:

"If the Blood River Ancestor is really my past self, then according to the connection between them, Father God Xinrao should also be related to me."

This thought flashed through his mind, making him feel that the matter was shrouded in mystery.

Juliusun Buddha looked at Xie Que's changing expression and continued:

"That's all I know."

"It is in the Buddhist world. There is a forbidden place that may be able to answer your doubts."

When Xie Que heard this, a hint of anxiety and expectation flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Where?"

Juliusun Buddha looked solemn and slowly uttered three words: "Ancient Temple of Silence."

Juliusun Buddha raised his hand slightly, pointed to the west, and said to Xie Que with a serious expression: "The location of the Ji Mie Ancient Temple is in the west."

"But I have never been there for the specific details."

"This temple is extremely special. It is not enveloped by the Buddha's fire now."

“Moreover, whether it is the faith in the Buddhas of the past, present, or future, none of them can reach there.”

He shook his head slightly, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "That place represents an absolute forbidden area in the Buddhist world!"

“Few who step into it survive.”

"If you want to go, think twice."

After hearing this, Xie Que thought for a moment, then changed the subject and asked, "Then do you know anything else about the Blood River Ancestor?"

Juliusun Buddha looked at Xie Que and saw that he was so persistent, so he stopped hesitating and told the truth:

"The words of the Blood River Patriarch... According to ancient rumors, it was transformed from the first drop of blood in the Buddhist world."

"But this rumor is untrue and few people believe it."

"After all, the origin of the Buddha world is too mysterious, and it is hard to tell where its birth began."

“I’m afraid that even if we exhaust the long river of time and travel through endless years, we may not be able to explore the true origin of the Buddhist world.”

Xie Que listened quietly, pondering in his heart, and thinking about various possibilities in his mind.

Then Juliusun Fo's expression also became solemn, his eyes full of memories of the tragic past:

"Since you came here last time, the second catastrophe has begun!"

"When the Blood River Patriarch appeared, a blood river raged across the sky."

“Even the nine-fold Buddha realm of the past Buddha will collapse under its rampage.”

Juliusun Buddha exhaled: "You may not know that when the Blood River Patriarch first arrived, his strength was even inferior to ours."

"And the most bizarre thing about Blood River Patriarch is his speed of progress."

"Its strength expanded extremely quickly. Not long after, even the Buddha of the Past was no match for it..."

“Later, even if all the Buddhas joined forces, they still couldn’t stop the Blood River Ancestor from marching towards destruction.”

Buddha Juliusun sighed again: "In the end, the Buddhas of the past realized one Dharma."

"With great compassion, he sacrificed himself for others and saved all living things in the world."

"Then he passed away..."

"The current time and space is at this stage."

Juliusun Buddha said this, raised his hand and a layer of golden light curtain appeared:

"What we never expected was that the Past Buddha would awaken again after 129,600 years."

"After that, he realized the method of transcendence..."

Having said this, Juliusun Fo also stopped talking and did not continue.

Xie Que was well aware that time was running out, and after talking with Juliusun Fo, he knew that he had already gotten what he wanted.

He made a prompt decision and left the past time and space directly.

According to the information provided by Buddha Jilusun, the Ancient Temple of Jimoe is located in the westernmost part of the Buddhist world.

The West is where the Buddha’s place of practice was and is located.

The ancient temple of Jimie is even further west than the current Buddhist temple.

Xie Que thought to himself that he wanted to reach the far west.

The distance between them is so great that even light would take millions of years to travel across.

However, with Xie Que's current strength, he is not completely helpless.

Xie Que simply released the entire mass of his own body, and the surrounding space and time began to distort and deform.

Then Xie Que flashed and instantly crossed a distance of several light years.

Although such teleportation can greatly shorten the journey,

But the consumption is also extremely huge, but fortunately Xie Que has the Hongmeng Parasitic Art as his basic support.

Therefore, he could afford such consumption.

Traveling through this vast Buddhist world, Xie Que knew that he could not be careless.

As he hurried on his way, he was carefully aware of everything around him.

With his strength, ordinary dangers cannot pose a threat to him.

But he still noticed that in this huge Buddhist world, there were several powerful auras hidden that exuded the breath of the peak of the other side.

After arriving in the western part of the Buddhist world, Xie Que also noticed that the weather had changed.

The entire sky presented a strange color, like gold but not gold, like purple but not purple.

On the vast land, there stand ruined temples.

As time went by, this exhausting way of traveling also made him feel a little tired.

Gradually, even though the surrounding scenery kept changing, it was still unable to dispel the growing sense of loneliness in his heart.

This was the longest journey he had ever experienced in his life, and every step seemed to be on endless desolation.

Along the way, he met no one, and no living creature kept him company.

This feeling of loneliness, like an invisible shackle, bound him tightly.

He felt as if he was the only person in the world.

However, even so, Xie Que never stopped.

After who knows how much time has passed and how far Xie Que has traveled,

The world suddenly changed, and Xie Que could sense that the spiritual energy of the world here was in a chaotic state.

Not only that, the operation of the great way between heaven and earth is almost imperceptible.

He frowned slightly and thought to himself that if an ordinary cultivator was born here, it would undoubtedly be a complete tragedy.

"My Dao rhyme has dried up to this point," Xie Que murmured in a low voice, "Even if I have extraordinary talent, what can I do if I was born in this place?"

For cultivators, the operation of the great Dao between heaven and earth is the key to comprehending the great Dao.

But in this land, this bright light has gone out

Even those monks who are gifted and born with extraordinary understanding of Tao, when they are here,

It is like a bird trapped in an invisible cage, with the ambition to fly high but unable to find the direction.

In this place where the rhyme of Taoism is scarce, a monk spent his entire life,

If one could cultivate to the level of Nine Tribulations True Man, it would be an amazing achievement.

He shook his head slightly and continued on his journey westward.

At this time, the dilapidated temples on the earth are still solemn and dignified, but they are more lonely and desolate.

In this seemingly endless and lonely journey, the concept of time gradually became blurred for Xie Que.

Xie Que was like a tireless traveler, constantly moving towards the west.

He was in this world that seemed to have been forgotten by time, surrounded by endless silence and desolation.

It was as if he was the only lonely figure left in the whole world, struggling forward in this eternal silence.

I don’t know how many days and nights have passed, and the concept of time has become blurred during this long journey.

Xie Que's patience was almost exhausted by this journey that seemed to have no end.

Occasionally, a trace of confusion and fatigue would flash in his eyes.

Just when he was about to be swallowed up by the endless loneliness and long wait, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely faint light.

That light was like a ray of hope that suddenly lit up in the dark abyss, flickering in the distant future.

As he got closer, the light gradually became clearer.

The outline of a small temple also appeared in his field of vision.

This small temple is extremely small, and seems to be only ten feet long and wide.

In this vast universe with no end in sight, we are like a drop in the ocean, so insignificant.

The appearance of the small temple is simple and even a little dilapidated, and the walls are covered with traces of time.

Apart from the statues enshrined in the temple, this small space can probably only accommodate one person at a time to burn incense and kowtow.

With a hint of curiosity, Xie Que slowly stepped into the temple.

His eyes subconsciously turned to the statue of the deity being worshipped.

But this look made him extremely shocked.

The face of the deity worshipped in the temple is exactly the same as mine! (End of this chapter)