Everyone knows that there is a stunning secret in the billions of Buddha lands on Mount Xumi, the Western Desert. The strength of Amitabha Buddha and the depth of the study of the power of faith are hard to find in the entire universe.

I think that no major sect in the entire Beidou can occupy one of the five major domains, but the Great Emperor Amitabha did it hundreds of thousands of years ago. He moved the entire Mount Sumeru to the Beidou and transformed into a Buddha country of billions of miles. Although there are four major temples in the Western Desert, the four major temples are all Amitabha!

In recent years, all races of the ancient times have been born. These people have different races, strong strength, and IQs. The ancestors of several ethnic groups have tried to provoke Mount Sumeru, but unexpectedly they have picked out many secrets of Foshan, and they themselves have been transformed into guardian arhats and Vajras.

One of the secrets is the most shocking and terrifying, which can scare the entire ancient royal family so much that it can't speak!

The great sage of Mount Sumeru, who has been known as the Dou Zhan Holy Buddha for the past three or four thousand years, is actually the younger brother of an ancient emperor. He is also one of the four great ape tribes of ancient times, the tribe of the Dou Zhan Holy Ape tribes!

Since then, no ancient royal family dared to break into Mount Sumeru. It was not only because of the strangeness of Buddhism, but also because it was extremely afraid of the fighting power of the terrifying battle holy Buddha!

Now, the old Saint Buddha of Fighting Battle is standing in front of Si Xuan and others like this. The golden cassock on his body is extremely dazzling and dazzling. A Buddhist seal and small words are imprinted on the cassock. You can even hear the vague sound of chanting on it.

Old Zhu Yan behind Si Xuan stared at the fighting holy ape, one of the legendary four great ape races. After observing for a moment, a disappointed expression appeared on the hideous ape's face.

The old holy Buddha's golden eyes had already shrunk away the divine light and was slightly lowered, reducing the brute force and war of the fighting clan, and increasing the compassion and Zen spirit of Buddhist practitioners. This is not what Lao Zhu Yan wants to see.

Of course, Si Xuan noticed the change in Zhu Yan's vision, and couldn't help but smile in his heart. The immortal iron stick of the old Saint Emperor Fighting War has never left the Holy Buddha, which shows that the Holy Buddha has never given up on the way of fighting. After all, Old Zhu Yan underestimated him.

In the hand of the Holy Buddha, there is the purple gold pestle that subjugates the demon. The purple gold divine light on it is like the morning glow, bright and brilliant but majestic. The pestle has no sharp blade. At first glance, it only makes people feel the compassion and restraint of Buddhism. If you feel it carefully, you will find the majesty of great compassion.

"First meeting, the prince."

The Dou Zhan Sheng Buddha stood in front of Si Xuan and others, with golden robes roars roars, no Buddhist name, no Buddhist rituals, and no saying that he is the Dou Zhan Sheng Buddha or the Holy Prince's uncle, but just nodded slightly.

Si Xuan also showed a smile on his face: "I don't know what to call him when I first met? Seeing you coming with the demon-subduing pestle, I should call you a holy Buddha?"

The old holy ape shook his head, let go of the demon-subduing pestle, and let it slowly rise and fall in the void: "Whether the Holy Buddha or the Great Sage, the Human Prince is just casual. I am not coming to Buddhism this time, but I just happened to see the Human Prince going to overcome the tribulation, so I brought this pestle to see."

As he said that, he activated the magic power in his body and injected it into the demon-subduing pestle. His big hand pointed to Mount Sumeru endlessly below, attracting a huge force of faith and thoughts from it, and injecting it into the strongest Buddhist soldier.

"rumble!"

The vacuum vibrated, and brilliant light burst out from the demon-subduing pestle, gathering above it into a sacred lotus platform, and an old figure stood on the lotus platform.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old figure clasped his hands together and said a melodious Buddha's name. As he spoke, the entire western desert of Beidou sounded extremely loud Buddha's name almost at the same time. All the monks felt something and recited it with the gods who subdued the demon.

"The god who is the demon-subduing pestle in the West Moon?" Jiang Taixu looked at the old monk who was vaguely unable to see clearly and frowned slightly. The three-inch Hengyu Furnace appeared in his hands. Old Zhu Yan next to him took a step forward and blocked everyone behind.

"The sound of Brahma is profound and profound, and the subtle hearing of the ten directions is subtle. The enlightenment of Amitabha is good at preaching."

A clear and clear Buddhist chant was chanting in the vague old monk's mouth. Every character he recited turned into gold and flew out from his mouth, making him deafening.

Old Zhu Yan frowned, and chaotic rays of light burst out from the Jiuli map in his hand, blocking everyone in it.

"I wonder if the Emperor Chu is here this time, but what advice do you have?" Si Xuan had no unnecessary expression on his face, nor did he respond because of the old monk's god's Zen singing, but just asked.

"Namo Amitabha! I have long heard that the queen and prince Si were born, so I sent the Bodhisattva of Lantu Temple to ask you for a remark. I never thought that you had not come to the Western Desert and have been dragged to this point." The old monk put his hands together and expressed his regret.

"It was you who sent me to Jiuli to invite me back then. Why? Did Emperor Chu want to pull Si's remaining veins to do some experiments on the power of faith?" Si Xuan's voice was very plain, but there was a lot of anger and questioning. The old monk on the lotus platform folded his hands together without interrupting it.

"It seems that the prince has learned a lot of things over the years of traveling to the void," the old monk said, "Amitabha has never killed a living creature in his life, sweeping the floor without hurting the lives of ants, cherishing moths, gauzes and lamps, which is the most compassionate."

"Then the deity who takes my father and the great holy body is compassion? Forced conversion is compassion?" Si Xuan sneered.

"It is true that it is all Buddha's fate." The old monk and god were silent for two seconds before answering.

Si Xuan was unwilling to discuss any Buddhist principles with him, so he waved his hand impatiently: "What did the Emperor's Pestle find me? You might as well explain it clearly."

"Namo!" The old monk clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name again, and said, "Amitabha Buddha was indeed eager for quick success and instant benefits when he owed the cause and effect of the Human Emperor, and felt guilty in his heart, so if I meet the descendants of Taiyin who are destined to be in the future, I will make some compensation."

"Oh? What is the compensation method?" Si Xuan looked at the old monk coldly and asked.

"It was originally a Bodhi tree seed, but unfortunately the Buddha treasure has been taken away by another person with a destiny. The monk promised to take action for the prince once, or even to trigger the entire Mount Sumeru." At the end, the old monk clasped his hands together, and his words couldn't help but slow down. Every word was like a prenatal trend, and every word was engraved in the Tao.

"Is this what the Emperor's Pestle means? Or is it the Emperor Amitabha?" Si Xuan did not show much expression, but just asked.

"This is what I mean, and it is also what Amitabha Buddha." The old monk said very plainly. He waved his hand and performed an ancient method, which was an old monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, with a hazy chaotic mist and Buddha light around him saying something.

The god who subdued the demon pestle spoke again: "The True Buddha's thoughts of the deity of the Human Emperor and the Holy Body in the past were indeed blasphemous. Although he received a lot of inspiration from this, he also created indelible evil thoughts of the gods, and he was worried."
Chapter completed!