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Chapter 883 Bloody Sumeru

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This is a place where cognitive inversion and ignorance are chaotic.

A wisp of confused ghost wanders in it, without knowing the direction, without purpose, without thinking, without consciousness, without knowing where to go, without knowing where to go.

I don’t know how long it took, but the ghost saw a trace of “light” in this chaotic place.

At this moment, there seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding in my mind.

A thought that had never been seen arises in his heart, and once it was born, it could not be suppressed: Go out!

go out!

The ghost developed great desire and ran towards the place where the "light" came from. At this time, the ghost discovered that there were countless existences that were the same as themselves in this vain chaos.

At this time, all the ghosts were running wildly in the direction of the "light", and even began to attack and bite each other.

This is a silent and tragic battle that is unknown to anyone.

It took me a long time until there were no "companions" in front of me and behind me that the ghost rushed into the place where the light came out in fascination and madness.

boom!

Accompanied by the tide of memory, an unimaginable pain exploded from the depths of the soul.

At this moment, the ghost roared loudly, and it was passed on, but it turned into a loud cry.

"I am Zhang Longfu... a direct disciple of the Great Xia Tianshi Mansion, a master, Zhuge, and ancestor..."

The digestion of all kinds of memories is very short, very short, as if in a moment, while a big face squeezed into his sight, Zhang Longfu remembered his past life and recalled the past.

After years of obsession, the endless wandering after his death kept rolling in his heart, and finally returned to peace.

"The ancestor did not kill my soul, and even sent me into reincarnation..."

Zhang Longfu's heart tide fluctuated: "I can reincarnate. Teacher, will he be reincarnated as a human being in a certain corner of the world?"

This thought came to life, and Zhang Longfu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but the next moment, a sentence from his side suddenly shocked his heart and almost screamed.

"Sister cried so loudly, why didn't my brother say a word?"

Sister, brother, crying...

Wait, I was crying just now!

When Zhang Longfu thought of this, he was confused. He had heard that all the worlds of human beings, men, women, humans, or beasts, really fell on himself, and he was still a little disobedient for a while.

But it's just a little bit. As long as you improve your cultivation level, your human form can change with a blink of an eye. Whether it is a man or a woman or a human or a dog is not that important to him.

"younger brother....."

Zhang Longfu felt inexplicably soft. He was an orphan in his previous life and could not remember his parents and brothers. Since he had parents and relatives in this life, he would not let them suffer any pain.

He thought in his heart, barely exploring his faint spiritual sense around him, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget for his life.

Beside him, a round and rich little guy stood up and yawned, and stood up in the air.

Then, he stepped forward with his right foot, walked seven steps in all directions, looked around, one fingertips upward, the other fingertips downward, pointing to the sky and the earth, and spitting out golden lotus from his mouth.

In the golden lotus, there seems to be an unknown Zen sound echoing all directions.

"This, this..."

Zhang Longfu's mind was shocked, and the sound of Zen singing was clearly a very mysterious Buddhist sound.

It means:

I am the only one in heaven and earth!

“……!”

The whole room was silent.

Qiao Moke hugged his daughter in a daze. Seeing that his son, who had just been born for a while, spitting golden lotus, almost exploded his scalp.

What did you give birth to...

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There are six levels of heaven and the earth is divided into four continents.

Dongshengzhou is the place where the Taoist ancestral courtyard is located, with mountains and forests, the most beautiful.

Nanzhanzhou has the stable area and the widest plains. It raises the most creatures in the four continents and has the most popular ones.

Beijuzhou has the largest territory, but it is full of poisonous miasma and has the most taboo places. It is the most chaotic with evil spirits that cannot be tolerated in the continents.

Xihezhou is the place where the Buddhist ancestral temple is located. It is suspected to have collapsed due to the ancient war. It is filled with yellow sand all year round. Only the oasis scattered with people, and the rest of the land is uninhabitable.

At this time, the sky above Xihe was also covered with dark clouds. Under the dark sky, countless people felt depressed. Some people stayed silent, and some people recited the Sanskrit.

"The Brahma Saint is merciful and brings kindness to the world..."

In the yellow sand that was swept by the wind and rain, an old monk with a sad face knelt one by one in three steps and knocked one by ten steps, facing the west pole, with a pious and firm look.

He is on the road of pilgrimage.

For all the monks and believers in Xihezhou, there is only one holy between heaven and earth, that is, the Brahma Saint, and only one holy land, that is, Mount Sumeru Foshan.

Unfortunately, since an ancient turmoil, the Sumeru Foshan, which is known as the world's largest divine mountain and the most ancient mountain, has been no longer visible. Even the rumors say that they saw Mount Sumeru, most of them were false.

But even so, for tens of thousands of years, there have been countless good men and women who are still pursuing Sumeru Foshan.

They firmly believe that the holy land is eternal. The reason why they cannot see the holy land of Foshan is just that Sumeru is the mustard seeds. But as long as they are pious enough, they will definitely be able to find Mount Sumeru.

Rush ~~~

In the heavy rain, the old monk knelt down many times, pressed his face deep into the sand wet by the rain, chanting the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and chanting the Buddha's name in great devout manner.

He could no longer remember how long he had been on this pilgrimage road. He only knew that he had seen such heavy rain dozens of times.

I only know that the people who once walked with him ranged from as many as mountains and seas to scattered people, and then to being alone.

But even if his soul disintegrates and his magic power is not much, he is still moving forward.

"The Brahma Saint is merciful and brings kindness to the world..."

The old monk murmured and recited.

The fine and continuous heavy rain seemed to have not yet noticed it. He ignored the dazzling divine light in the distance, and all his energy was placed on the boundless yellow sand in front of him.

He firmly believed that the Holy Land of Sumeru was in this endless yellow sand.

As long as you look at the yellow sand yourself, you will be able to see Sumeru.

call!

Huh ~

Step by step, step by step, kneel, kneel, bow, bow again and again...

The old monk stepped on the yellow sand piously and mechanically. At one moment, when he buried deep under the yellow sand again, complex and mysterious Sanskrit sounds appeared on his ears.

In front of him, he saw the endless Buddha light, sacred and majestic mountain.

That is the majesty that cannot be compatible with words.

It is like the center of the universe, surrounded by suns and stars, as if rising from the earth and penetrated deep into the sea of ​​stars. All the fairy mountains of the gods and mountains in the world seem to be less majestic and tall than this mountain.

Even if you have a magic eye or a divine eye, you cannot see the top of this mountain or even the edge.

It stands ahead, and seems to have the supreme divine power that dominates the years.

"Holy Mountain!"

Looking at the sacred mountain surrounded by endless Buddha light, the old monk became an analgesic, and two lines of hot tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes: "Why are Kuto, how can I see the holy mountain, how can I see the holy mountain..."

The old monk stood up in a daze, forgetting everything, with only the holy mountain that was close to him in his eyes.

According to legend, Mount Sumeru is 84,000 yojanas, and there are monks, monks, nuns, upassas, upas, Asuras, Vajras, Kalan, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Brahma Saints.

The Brahma Saint is above Sumeru, preaching the Buddha's scriptures, and every day, the Buddha's light shines across the vast thousand. The Bodhisattvas stand with a smile, observing the changes in all realms, and the Arhats are guarding the outside, riding on dragons or subduing tigers...

There are mandala flowers blooming like the sea, there are gods and gods who come up and enter and rest on the sun, there are gods and women who show their beautiful dance postures, and there are Vajra protectors keeping precepts outside.

Endless beauty, sacredness.

However, the moment the old monk stepped into Mount Sumeru, he fell from his beautiful dream like falling from an ice cave, and let out a terrifying wail like a collapse of faith.

"No!"

The old monk roared and fell to the ground, tears flowing, trembling endlessly. He inserted one hand into the ground and raised it again, and his hands were filled with blood flowing.

As the wind blows, all the Buddha's lights are shattered, showing a terrifying scene like a hell, full of unknowns.

In the bloody land that was destroyed like a ghost, there were corpses everywhere, including monks, nuns, Vajras, Asuras, Dragons and Jialan... and even, the legendary Bodhisattva died of grim smile.

In the cold wind, there seemed to be endless resentment roaring, suppressing the endless Zen singing sound: "......... I'm dead, all dead..."

"No!"

The old monk shouted on his back, suddenly raised his hand, poked his eyes blinded, and roared like a madman: "This is not true, not true! My Buddha can do everything, how can I, how can I..."

boom!

The Buddha's light burst out from the old monk's body, and then turned into endless blood. He raised his teeth and claws, roared and laughed, and rushed towards the top of Mount Sumeru, 84,000 yojanas high.

The holy land is like a ghost.

The fragrant wood is broken, the temple is collapsed, the palace is burned, and the golden sand is stained with blood.

Above the Seven Treasures Path, there are corpses like a mountain, and countless nuns, arhats, and celestial beings are beside the corpse path. The legendary Seven Treasure Wall, Seven Trails, Seven Layers, and Seven Trees are all shrouded by the Yin Wind.

In the huge Mount Sumeru, there was only the roar of an old monk, as if everything was buried!

"ah!"

With blood storms, the old monk roars like an evil ghost. Finally, at the moment he climbed to Mount Sumeru, he felt as if he was struck by thunder. He opened his mouth and blood wrapped around his internal organs and coughed out.

On the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a great Buddha made of eight treasures. At this time, the Buddha was stained with blood and half collapsed, and half of the Buddha's face was covered with blood and tears, as if crying.

"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"

"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed the Bodhisattva?!"

"Arhat, where is the head of the arhat going? Haha, wuwu, no, no...Brah Saint, Brah Saint..."

The old monk cried in despair and struggled to climb to the only intact main hall after the Buddha statue.

His breath was like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished at any time. The only belief supported him, and finally made him climb to the front of the main hall.

The next moment, the flames that flowed out of nothingness burned the old monk who had struggled to ashes.

The flames did not stop, spreading to the entire Sumeru Mountain like water waves. In just a moment, everything outside the mountain had been turned into ashes!

"The Holy Fire of Nirvana, haha..."

A whisper came from the faint and bright hall.

Immediately, dragon blood lamps lit up and reflected out of the main hall. On the lotus platform guarded by the mountain Buddha corpse, the handsome old Buddha was wearing a red cassock.

The old Buddha whispered his hands and stroked the Buddha in front of the body, whispering like a long whisper:
Chapter completed!
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