I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Raising his head, Lin Xuan looked at the dilapidated Buddha statue in the ruined temple.

"If there really are gods and Buddhas, can they cure Xiao Yu'er's wife?"

At that time, Lin Xuan did say this, and it was a vision deep in his heart.

Unfortunately, he did not receive a response at that time.

But at this moment, in Lin Xuan's eyes, the broken Buddha statue actually began to emit auspicious light.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes wide, finding it quite unbelievable.

Then, an auspicious golden energy overflowed from the broken Buddha statue, continuously flowing towards him and enveloping him.

In the endless golden clouds, Lin Xuan stood in a magical world.

The pleasant Buddhist chanting in your ears makes you feel relaxed and happy, and gradually forget the restlessness in your heart.

Lin Xuan looked up and could see golden clouds flowing in the sky, with birds flying through it, forming a beautiful picture.

"donor!"

A little monk with a kind face stood in front of Lin Xuan at some point.

Lin Xuan glanced sideways and saw waves of Buddha's light behind the little monk, a sign of auspiciousness.

“Are you a Buddha?”

Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"I am not!"

The young monk smiled in response, and then said, "But Buddha loves the world, and you have a vision in your heart. Buddha has listened to you and specially invited you to come to the holy land of Buddhism."

"Really?"

Lin Xuan's eyes showed surprise.

At this moment, the mysterious atmosphere in the main hall of Shura Peak had disappeared and all gathered around Lin Xuan, and a faint golden light began to shine on his body.

Unfortunately, no one noticed this scene.

Buddhist holy land.

The young monk looked at Lin Xuan with a gentle expression.

Hearing Lin Xuan's question, he bowed slightly to Lin Xuan, and then said politely: "Monks don't tell lies!"

Lin Xuan suppressed his excitement and said hurriedly, "Thank you, little master. Please take me to see the Buddha."

"Donor, please follow me!"

The young monk did not refuse, turned around and made a gesture of invitation.

Soon, Lin Xuan followed the little monk.

Along the way, Lin Xuan looked at this so-called "Buddhist holy land" with curiosity.

A large number of monks passed by, accompanying one ordinary person after another.

The monks all gave Lin Xuan kind smiles, and ordinary people's faces were also filled with gratitude.

Lin Xuan could see that everyone was very happy, as if their dreams had been fulfilled.

This made Lin Xuan excited, and he felt that Xiao Yuer could really be saved here.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, following the little monk closely, and even couldn't help urging him on.

However, the young monk just told him to be patient and that one must be calm during the pilgrimage.

Lin Xuan seemed to understand and gradually relaxed. The vision in his heart was constantly magnified at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan saw a palace bathed in golden light.

The hall is solemn and grand, and all the objects are golden, as if they are imbued with the strong power of Buddha.

"This is……"

Suddenly, Lin Xuan was shocked.

In his eyes, a huge monster a hundred feet tall appeared, sitting cross-legged in the depths of the hall, with auspicious light blooming around it.

Even around that huge body, there were golden dragons and jade phoenixes playing and playing.

All of this seemed to be completely consistent with Lin Xuan's understanding of Buddha.

"Donor, this is my Buddha, the Great Shakyamuni!"

"Please come and tell us your wishes. The Great Master will listen and realize your wishes."

The little monk said softly.

At the same time, a cushion appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Xuan, as if asking him to kneel down.

Lin Xuan was so excited that he knelt down on the cushion without thinking twice.

But when he got closer, Lin Xuan's expression changed.

He could feel that he seemed to have forgotten something extremely important, and a feeling of disgust arose in his heart.

No one knew that at this moment, in Lin Xuan's spiritual sea, nine Tiangang Hearts and eighteen Disha formation flags were glowing, and as they danced, they formed the shape of the Zhoutian stars.

Previously, Lin Xuan's spiritual sea seemed to have returned to silence, but at this moment, it was slightly rippled.