Chapter 280 The name of the mountain sinks into the sky and is called the Earth Surge
Chapter 280 The name of the mountain sinks into the sky and is called the ground surge
The ancient temple of Chimi is always brightly lit.
"There are countless sentient beings in this world, and their contribution to creation is like a crucian carp crossing a river, but no one has ever been able to truly understand 'cause and effect'. It is really sad."
The sleeves of the brocade-white robe embroidered with gold threads flicked, and the slender white fingers touched the top of the large jade case, and took the green cloud-patterned sandalwood copper stove standing on it. Although his voice was soft, it spread throughout the whole place.
A palace room.
There was a fragrant flower candle burning in this copper furnace. It had been burned out, leaving only half an inch.
Suddenly, a golden light that could reflect the void appeared at the door of the ancient palace. It slowly condensed into a ethereal and noble dazzling golden light. After a few breaths, the figure completely condensed into substance, and behind him floated the merits that illuminated all things.
Nimbus is actually a Venerable Arhat who can reach heaven and earth.
The person who spoke just now raised his head slightly, glanced at the unreachable Arhat under the gate of the Wanzhang Palace, put the copper furnace back on the jade case, his eyes dimmed a little, but his tone was still calm: "Today's Saint
Are there no rules of respect and inferiority on the mountain?"
Hearing these words, the halo of merit behind the head of the Venerable Arhat trembled. As the light and shadow in the sky changed, he took away the Buddhist Dharma. There was a hint of disdain in his majestic eyes and said: "It's getting late.
, I was ordered to come to protect you, and immediately followed me across the Holy Mountain to the Great Reincarnation and went to Daleiyin Temple to have an audience."
The person who spoke stood up and walked to the gate of the Wanzhang Palace of the Chimei Ancient Palace. He did not pay attention to the Venerable Arhat beside him. Instead, he finally looked back at the cloud-patterned copper stove on the jade case and flicked it.
With moon-white sleeves, he stepped straight into the vast light realm outside the palace gate.
Outside the ancient temple of Chimi, the walls of true and false are illusory and blurred, countless stars come and go, and countless fates and causes are connected with each other, creating a vast picture as vast as a sea of smoke.
In the inaccessible place outside the painting screen, there are countless numbers in such a vast and magnificent world of painting, like insignificant gravels of the Ganges River, piled up layer by layer under the rotating poles surrounding the holy mountain, carrying
Looking at that mysterious world that is simply unimaginable.
Sumeru Holy Mountain.
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Time flows like a fleeting moment, whether it is hours, hundreds of thousands of years, or a blink of an eye. After all, the owner of the copper furnace has never returned. This ancient temple of Chimi is also like a tiny grain of dust, gradually lost.
Under the holy mountain, in the rotating pole that is enough to accommodate heaven and earth.
I don’t know how long it took, but a rustling sound gradually started to sound, breaking the tranquility of this ancient Buddhist temple.
Under the jade case with a faint Buddha light, a soft animal paw was exposed, and then another paw stretched out. After a few breaths, a snow-white baby mouse jumped up with all four paws at once.
Jade case.
This young mouse has fine and dense fur like snow, and its muzzle is an extremely rare golden color, making it very beautiful.
squeak.
The young mouse walked to the left side of the jade case and stopped on an open volume of Buddhist scriptures.
squeak.
The Buddhist scriptures are covered with Sanskrit characters, and every word is vaguely filled with the Buddha's light that shines through the mind.
The young mouse tried to reach out its white velvet paws to touch the scriptures, but found nothing. Suddenly, it seemed to smell something, and it raised its head and looked towards the copper stove next to the Buddhist scriptures.
On top of the sandalwood copper stove with green cloud patterns, there remains a burned out fragrant flower candle. Although I don’t know how much time has passed, the candle has never been extinguished, and this fragrant flower candle has always been left.
Half an inch, let the candlelight flicker.
squeak.
The young mouse jumped onto the copper stove and crawled around the fragrant flower candle. The light fragrance filled its mouth and nose, causing it to subconsciously stretch out its paws, scratch a small piece on the candle, and send it straight into the furnace.
into the mouth.
At the same time, the densely packed Sanskrit texts on the Buddhist scriptures were peeled off one after another, shining with bright and beautiful golden light, and burned them into the pupils of the young mice.
As the Buddha's light overflowed, the baby rat's body gradually grew in size, and finally condensed into a slender and graceful figure.
The figure looked at the scriptures in the sea of consciousness, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly knelt down on the ground and bowed towards an unknown place.
Although the ancient temple of Chimi governs a small thousand worlds, it is as small as dust in the wheel of rotation under the holy mountain. Even if such changes happened here, it did not arouse the concern of any of the patrolling Arhats.
Notice.
As the Buddha's light slowly dissipated, a pair of delicate and white jade hands were revealed from the end of the light and shadow.
The golden light diffused on the delicate white jade hands, revealing the gauze sleeves of a splendid white palace with woven stars and embroidered moon. A black jade bracelet was wrapped around the joints of the fat-like wrist, and a pair of earrings hung on the crystal clear white earlobes.
The mutton-fat Beijing white jade embellishment further reflects the appearance of the falling geese and fishes.
She lowered her eyelids and looked at the gleaming golden threads looming on the edge of the moon-white gauze sleeves, revealing a trace of hidden struggle and hesitation deep in her eyes.
"That's all, I am your creation, so it doesn't matter even if I sacrifice myself to play chess."
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I don’t know how long it took, but the small thousand worlds controlled by the ancient temple of Dharma were full of calamities, and every inch of them shattered and collapsed. This ancient Buddhist temple also collapsed and was annihilated in the heavy cycle surrounding the holy mountain.
.
The destruction of the small thousand worlds here is insignificant, and the countless creatures in it are even less likely to attract anyone's pity. Except for being recorded by a patrolling Arhat, there has not been a single ripple.
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Watching from a distance, the smoke rises from the joy,
The sound is still audible in the distance,
Driving in the Heshan Mountain and listening to the words of heaven,
Follow the path and leave the secular world.
"Although my Luan bird is not as good as the crane, it can still be regarded as a superior spiritual bird." The old Taoist stood beside the crown feathers of a green Luan bird, looking quite proud of himself, "At this time, I can practice under such energy.
, monopolizing a place of landscape is really a blessing of great luck, and it is fitting for me to break through here."
"Master, this energy is so precious. One day of practice here is even worth one year of practice outside. Is it really our mountain gate from now on?"
On the back of the green luan bird, several young girls and boys were sitting cross-legged on it, their eyes full of excitement and hope.
Hearing this, the old Taoist glared, turned his head and said, "My master will lead you all the way to the White Night Realm. Just when this rare Qi pulse appears, it is fitting that our Qingxiao Sect will be prosperous again!"
One of the girls looked hesitant. After hesitating for a long time, he stood up and said: "Master, this energy appeared in the sky a few days ago, and the scene was like the heaven and earth being overturned. We happened to bump in, but the local forces in the White Night Realm have always been
There was no sound, so this is really unusual."
"Shut up!"
Before the old Taoist opened his mouth, another young man in a green robe scolded him, glanced sideways at the girl, and said: "Master has been trapped in the Great Return to True Realm for hundreds of years, and now he is under the influence of Qi.
The breakthrough is imminent, if we can break into the realm of the Divine Sea and the Soul within a few days, wouldn't it be logical for us to become powerful disciples?"
"Even if those local forces react and come to seize the energy, the master will already be a powerful person in the realm of divine sea and spirit. By that time, they will definitely compete to win over the master, and we will not be able to get rid of the casual cultivators.
Identity, it will be fun to follow Master to get a position as an elder of a large sect!"
The people of Qingxiao Sect are called "parade", but in fact they have no place to stay at all. Except for the old Taoist who is in the realm of returning to the true state, the other disciples are ordinary people who were picked up along the way. Now almost all of them are cultivators in the realm of tracing the mysteries.
Because, it is not even considered a "loose cultivator".
"Don't make any noise," the old Taoist narrowed his eyes, "There seems to be something carved on that mountain peak."
The green luan bird slowly landed under a green and tall mountain peak, and everyone raised their heads and looked towards the mountain wall.
"Those are two ancient seal characters!"
"Master, what is this word? How come it is carved on the wall of a mountain peak?"
The old Taoist glanced at the noisy disciples, his eyes darkened, and said: "If I'm not mistaken, this mountain is not a peak, but a huge stone monument."
"This mountain range stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles. The name of this mountain range must be carved on this huge stone tablet."
The young man who spoke just now took a step forward and said, "Master, what is the name of this mysterious and magical mountain range?"
The old Taoist turned his head and took a deep look at the two ancient characters on the mountain wall.