This heaven is mostly populated by Buddhist monks, but its scene is different from other heavens.
The terrain here is flat, and every tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of miles, a big mountain will be pulled up from the ground. When you look around on the top of the mountain, you can see clear springs everywhere, clear pools, rivers, lakes, everything on the ground.
The water is full of pure green lotus and white lotus. When the breeze blows, the large Bodhi forest sways faintly, making a sound like a roar of a lion.
Far away from the North Pole, mountains gradually rise up. The mountains become higher and steeper as you go north. In the end, any mountain is hundreds of thousands of miles high. The mountains are like a barrier between heaven and earth, cutting off the birds from flying north.
The passage back south.
Once here, even the most high-flying golden-winged Gallen bird in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths can only look at the peaks and sigh, and have no choice but to return. Therefore, this snowy mountain that stretches for countless thousands of miles has a Huiyan Snowy Mountain.
common name.
In the boundless snow-capped mountains, Sanskrit chants can be heard faintly everywhere. From time to time, two or three thatch eaves can be seen in the gaps in the mountains, and one or two beams are picked out. There are countless Buddhist and moral people living in seclusion here, among whom there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
, no one can tell how many amazing people there are here.
In the boundless wind and snow, you can sometimes see ragged ascetics with their hands clasped together, claiming all their magical powers, and using their physical bodies to walk and struggle in the strong wind that can blow gold and iron into pieces. The strong wind and heavy snow have left a trace on them.
Another sharp blood mark, but these ascetics have a heart as solid as stone, and are not shaken at all by the pain of the physical body.
High in the sky, there are golden dragons flying vigorously; in the slightly lower clouds, monks with shiny scalps can be seen flying on the clouds; above the mountains, occasionally golden lions can be seen roaring up to the sky; by the deep valleys and streams, there can be seen three or five monks carrying tigers and monkeys.
Water type firewood.
Suddenly, the monk Mang, who practiced the Buddhist power of Vajra to subjugate demons, suddenly rose up. He summoned up all his strength to pick up the top of the mountain, carried it on his shoulders and ran wildly for tens of thousands of miles. As a result, a large area of the mountainous area was shaken, and it was indescribable.
On that high mountain, one or two Zen staffs flew up from any deep valley and hit the reckless monk indiscriminately, until his bald head was covered with green, red, and purple flesh bumps.
In the deepest part of the Huiyan Snow Mountain, surrounded by hundreds of ridges that pierce the sky like knives, there is a pool of water with a radius of thousands of miles. It has never been iced. No matter how strong the wind blows or the heavy snow falls, this pool of water will always be there.
Breathing a touch of heat, it is pregnant with vitality.
There are golden carps swimming in the pond, dragons dancing, lotus roots entangled, and lotus flowers blooming; white cranes flying in the pond, parrots chasing and playing with orchids in their mouths, Gallen birds flying lightly as if singing, and a little girl with a bald head.
The nuns drove the boat slowly past, leisurely picked lotus pods, dug out lotus roots to eat, picked lotus flowers and lotus leaves and offered them to the Buddha.
On the west side of the pool, there is a grassland of more than 10,000 acres, covered with golden grass as thin as silk. This golden grass is about a foot long, lying on the ground as smooth as silk, no matter how the lake wind blows it,
There is no mess at all. The exotic grass even exudes a faint scent of sandalwood, which has the miraculous effect of purifying the mind and exorcising inner demons.
The north and south sides of the grassland are covered with golden bodhi trees that are as thick as several people's arms. The bodhi trees are covered with golden light. The wind blows on the trees, and the leaves knock against each other, making a crisp sound of gold and iron. It is obviously not an unusual species.
Surrounded by the bodhi forest, nearly a hundred thatched houses are sparsely dotted on the grass. The thatched cottages use bodhi tree branches as beams and are covered with golden threads and exotic grasses on the ground. Although simple, they have a natural interest.
The sound of Sanskrit singing continued to float out from these thatched cottages, and its sound went straight up to the nine heavens, turning into a large piece of golden light and pouring down, just protecting this land with a radius of thousands of miles, making a cave-like paradise appear out of thin air in this group of mountains.
It’s not like the cold scene of ice and snow outside the mountains.
In one of the thatched cottages, Fuya Ming, who was wearing coarse cloth and had long black hair tied into a bun on her head, was sitting on a futon, squinting her eyes and reciting the Diamond Sutra silently.
She was reciting Buddhist scriptures, but what she was practicing in Moyun Xuan Gong was the Taiyin Sutra that Gu Xiechen taught her back then.
There is a bright golden light shining behind her head. It is obvious that she has also developed a deep level of Buddhist Zen skills. However, looking at the white air rising around her body, it can be seen that her cultivation level of Taiyin Scripture is much higher than that of this Buddhist Zen skill.
I don’t know how clever he is.
While I was practicing half-heartedly, there was suddenly the sound of subtle footsteps on the grass outside.
Fuya Ming opened her eyes slightly and shouted coldly: "Who?"
A clear and delicate voice came in: "Young master, uncle, you are my disciple."
After pondering for a moment, Fuya Ming absorbed the Taiyin technique, and a bright green cloud rolled up inside her body, covering her body with Taoist immortal power, but not a trace leaked out. The golden glow behind her head
The bright light flourished, and the extremely strong aura of Buddhist Zen power overflowed all over the body, but it was so strong that the grass threads in the thatched cottage floated one by one.
"Is it Mingxin? Come in!" He grabbed the wooden pestle beside him and gently struck a black ironwood fish with a diameter of nearly two feet in front of him. It made a high-pitched and loud sound, and Fuya Ming gave a light drink.
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A little nun with red lips and white teeth, who was very delicate and fair, walked in with a low eyebrow and a basket made of purple bamboo. She bowed respectfully to Fuya Ming, and the little nun Mingxin carefully put the purple bamboo basket into her hands.
Put it in front of Fuya Ming: "This is the golden bodhi seed picked this year, one with a climate of a million years, nine with a climate of a hundred thousand years, and three hundred with a climate of ten thousand years."
Fuya Ming nodded calmly, and asked lightly: "Is there anything else?"
The little nun Mingxin looked at Fuya Ming in fear, and prayed in a low voice: "And, and... I got a piece of Wushou Divine Clay a few days ago. I wonder if my uncle is free and can he help me?"
Disciple...for disciple..."
A smile appeared on Fuya Ming's clear face. She reached out and touched little nun Mingxin's bare head and said with a smile: "Do you want a sword or some other weapon?"
Little nun Mingxin smiled and said hurriedly: "Everyone knows that my uncle's skill in refining weapons is unparalleled in the world. Disciple, anything is fine!"
Fuya Ming nodded slightly, patted the little nun's bald head, and said with a smile: "That's fine, bring me the Wusui Divine Clay!"
The little nun Mingxin hurriedly took out a piece of pure and flawless mud from her sleeve, which looked like a piece of molten glass. The trembling and twisting strange thing was handed to Fuya Ming. This piece of pure mud was no bigger than a fist.
It is small in size but weighs ten thousand kilograms. It is a magical artifact that Buddhist disciples dream of. The little nun is very lucky to get such a piece of unsullied sacred mud.
After receiving the pure mud, Fu Ya? Ming's sleeves were spread out, and she drove the little nun Ming Xin out of her thatched cottage.
Pointing his finger towards the door of the thatched cottage, the invisible and colorless Buddha's Immovable Vajra Restriction sealed the void around the thatched cottage. Faint Sanskrit singing sounded in the void, and even the ground within a hundred feet of the thatched cottage became several hundred feet stronger than the Vajra.
times.
After weighing the pure mud and throwing it aside, Fuya Ming first opened the purple bamboo basket and took a look at the bodhi seeds inside.
A million-year-old golden bodhi seed is only about the size of a thumb. Its appearance is the same as that of an ordinary bodhi seed, but it contains a bright golden light, with a faint halo like water waves rising from it. This
The Golden Bodhi Seed, which has been cultivated for millions of years, is a supreme treasure for Buddhist monks below the level of Daluo Jinxian. One grain can increase the huge mana of twelve Yuanhui.
In Huiyan Daxue Mountain, a Buddhist holy place where Buddhist disciples gather, only two or three golden bodhi seeds with this million-year climate appear every million years, and the one in front of me is already Fuya Ming.
This is the sixth pill I have gotten in the past ten thousand years.
A golden bodhi seed with a climate of one hundred thousand years can increase the Buddhist magic power of one Yuanhui; a golden bodhi seed with a climate of ten thousand years can increase the Buddhist magic power of eighteen thousand years. A basket full of golden bodhi seeds,
If you fall in the eyes of other Buddhist disciples, even if your mind is like stagnant water and your body is like dead wood, they will probably pull out their swords to block the road and rob you.
Looking coldly at this basket of precious golden Bodhi seeds, Fuya Ming suddenly sneered: "Old nun, you take these things and want me to be your disciple wholeheartedly. You are too underestimated.
I'm Fu Ya? Ming!"
With a cold look in her eyes, Fuya Ming opened her mouth and sucked the whole basket of Bodhi seeds into her belly, letting it slowly transform into her own Buddhist Zen power. She grabbed the Wushou Divine Mud next to her and weighed the area a little.
With the weight of the divine mud, he casually pinched off nine-tenths of the unsullied divine mud and put it into his sleeve.
Frowning slightly, she recalled for a while the training methods of some Buddhist rare treasures that Gu Xiechen taught her in the collection of heavenly weapons, and then recalled the characteristics of the Wushou Divine Mud. Fuya Ming took out dozens of rare
innate materials.
This Paranimi Bujiao Lotte is the same as other places in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. There are countless kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but it lacks innate-level materials. The dozens of innate materials that Fu Ya Ming took out casually, if you just rely on
In terms of value, it far exceeds the piece of pure mud from the little nun Mingxin.
However, Fuya Ming was specifically responsible for mining innate materials back then. She had a mountain of innate materials in her hands, so she didn't care about the consumption.
Seventy-seven and forty-nine days later, a golden light suddenly bloomed in Fuya Ming's hut, Sanskrit singing soared into the sky, and a golden dragon flew into the sky with a thunderous chant, twisting and flying in the void for a while, and then transformed after a long time.
It is a six-foot-long pale golden Zen staff floating in the sky above the thatched cottage.
The little nun Mingxin who had been waiting outside the thatch was ecstatic. Just looking at the power of this Zen staff, she knew that it was a rare Buddhist treasure. Tianlong has the magical power to frighten demons, and it is also extremely powerful and strong. It is a Buddhist treasure.
One of the eight guardians of the Dharma, this Zen staff can take on the shape of a sky dragon. It is obvious that Fuya Ming has sealed the extremely powerful Zen secret spell in it, which makes it so powerful.
After bowing respectfully to the thatched cottage a few times, the little nun Mingxin stretched out her hand towards the Zen staff, and the Zen staff turned into a golden light and fell into her hand. Fuya Ming gave a soft drink, and the little nun happily ran away with the Zen staff.
Far too far.
Nuns came out of more than a dozen thatched cottages near and far, but they were all alarmed by the movement Fu Ya Ming made just now.
Some female nuns looked here for a few times without thinking about anything else, and then turned back to the thatched cottage to practice on their own. Others looked at the thatched cottage where Fuya Ming was with complicated expressions, and their eyes flickered.
Know what they are thinking.
After a while, a middle-aged female nun in black took two steps toward Fuya Ming's thatched hut, then shook her head and walked back, then turned back to the thatched hut to chant sutras and practice. Several other nuns looked at this
The nuns in black also frowned and turned around and walked into their thatched cottage.
There was only one young nun wearing jade-white monk robes, with a shiny scalp that also shone with jade light, but with an extremely beautiful appearance. She frowned and looked at Fuya? Ming thought about it for a while, and finally stepped forward.
Fuya Ming came over here.
A hundred steps away from Fuya Ming's thatched cottage, a hazy golden light suddenly erupted in front of the nun in white, and a soft and powerful force surged in her face, pushing the nun's body back a few steps.
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The nun in white smiled faintly, and shouted softly: "Why do you refuse people thousands of miles away, little junior sister? Is it possible that this poor monk is such a bad person?"
In the thatched cottage, Fuya Ming frowned, squinted her eyes and thought for a while, then coldly shouted: "What's the matter?"
While questioning the nun in white, Fuya Ming sprayed out a ball of Taiyin Xuanyan and Buddhist Demon-Conquering Golden Flame from the palm of his hand. Taiyin Xuanyan condensed the ball of unsullied divine mud into a more pure form, while the Demon-Conquering Golden Flame continued to condense it.
Several powerful Buddhist secret spells were penetrated into this ball of unsullied divine mud.
Right in front of her, there was an exquisite octagonal thirteen-story golden pagoda floating on it, with countless images of Buddha on it. The huge wave of Buddha power surged out of the pagoda like a tsunami, but it did not stir up a single dust or sand in the thatched cottage. Fuya
?Ming breathed in and out of energy, and his mind was constantly blending with this exquisite golden pagoda. The pure pure mud refined in his palm also turned into little bits of light rain and merged into the pagoda.
The nun in white clothes outside the house held her breath and took a step forward with great strength. It seemed like a small step, but the nun's body suddenly approached Fu Ya? Ming's thatched cottage three feet away. The nun was slightly nervous
He said with a proud smile: "Of course I'm having a heart-to-heart talk with my junior sister. Haven't you lifted the restriction yet?"
Fuya Ming's pretty face turned cold, and the movements of her hands suddenly moved a little faster, and she said coldly: "You can't come in without asking, senior sister, you don't even understand this?"
There are faint Buddhist lights coming out of dozens of thatched cottages far and near, and the nuns hiding in the thatched cottages are all using their Buddhist celestial eyes to peer at what's going on here.
The nun in white closed her eyes and concentrated. After a full day and night, she laughed softly and said: "We are all members of the same family, why are we so careless?"
She drew her finger into the void in front of her, and a very faint golden light shot out. The nun in white suddenly scurried forward like a fish in the water, and suddenly she was approaching the main entrance of the thatched cottage less than ten feet away. But when she got here, the light shot by Fuya Ming
The Immovable Vajra Restriction has reached its most powerful point. A piece of golden Buddha light with a strong scent of sandalwood suddenly fell from the void in front of the nun. It was extremely majestic. Although it was only a thin layer, it seemed to be able to isolate this area.
Heaven and earth are the same.
The nun's face turned solemn, and she shouted in a low voice: "My little junior sister is very good at cultivation. I never expected that my little junior sister could achieve such a state of separation and reunion with Buddha's light."
Sighing softly, the nun said in a deep voice: "In just ten thousand years, my junior sister has almost caught up with the magical power that only countless Yuanhui practitioners like me can achieve through hard training. How can we, the senior sisters, feel so embarrassed?
"
In the thatched cottage, Fuya Ming has integrated all the Wu Guo Divine Mud into the exquisite pagoda. She moved her fingers quickly, and continued to drive the Taiyin Divine Inscriptions and Buddhist forbidden spells into the pagoda, striving to fully utilize the power of the Wu Guo Mu Mu.
Enclosed in the pagoda.
After hearing what the nun in white said, Fuya Ming sneered: "If senior sister is envious, don't mention the names of other senior sisters. Fuya has always respected other senior sisters."
After sneering a few times, Fuya Ming scolded: "Senior sister has spent countless Yuanhui years to achieve this level of cultivation. Is Fuya's cultivation speed too fast, or is it that senior sister's cultivation speed is too slow? This is worthy of the examination.
!”
The face of the nun in white changed slightly, and she frowned and said, "Why do junior sister's words always have a thorn in them? Could it be that senior sister's proposal from thousands of years ago still makes junior sister resentful? But senior sister also has good intentions!"
She took out a string of thumb-sized golden beads from her sleeves. The nun in white raised the beads and waved them towards the front. Eighteen virtual Bodhisattva statues flashed faintly in the golden light. Fuya Ming's ban was suddenly lifted.
After it was completely dissolved, the nun in white walked into her thatched cottage in one step.
Fuya Ming's face turned cold. With her right hand, she pointed at the thirteen-story exquisite pagoda in front of her. She looked at the nun in white with cold eyes and shouted, "Sister, what is the purpose of this move?"
The nun in white sat down cross-legged in front of Fuya Ming with a bit of pride. She looked at Fuya Ming's cold Qingshui face and said with a smile: "Why do you ask questions knowingly? It's still the same proposal a thousand years ago, little sister.
Since junior sister is practicing cultivation, it is better to marry senior sister’s incompetent brother, but we will be closer in the future!”
After looking at the nun in white coldly for a while, Fuya Ming turned the exquisite pagoda into a golden light and submerged it between her eyebrows, and suddenly raised her finger at the nun in white: "Is that so? Senior sister, please come closer and listen to me!"
The nun in white was startled, and then she was delighted. She held the Buddhist beads in her hand tightly, and approached Fuya Ming with a smile and said with a smile: "Junior sister, what do you have to say?"
Fuya Ming suddenly had a fist-sized Buddhist divine thunder in her hand. She pressed the divine thunder on the face of the nun in white, and then detonated the divine thunder brazenly.
This golden Buddhist divine thunder was forged by an asexual old nun and given to Fuya Ming as a protective treasure. It is extremely powerful and can be recharged and used repeatedly. The power of the thunder is roughly equivalent to that of
Pin Daluo Jinxian struck with all his might.
With a muffled sound, lightning exploded on the door in front of the nun in white. The nun in white immediately howled miserably and was blown out of the thatched cottage.
The mysterious Dharma exploded with such huge power, but it only affected the nun in white, not even a blade of grass in the thatched cottage was disturbed.
When the nun in white approached Fuya Ming, she was already on guard, so she held the golden beads tightly.
But even though the golden Buddha beads are a rare Buddhist treasure, the divine thunder launched by Fuya Ming is, after all, a magic-conquering and protective treasure made by an asexual old nun. The golden Buddha beads neutralized 80% of the power of the thunder, and the remaining
The force of 20% still caused the nun in white to have her face burnt black, and half of her face was blown to pieces.
Fortunately, Buddhist Zen skills are the best at defense and the best at saving lives. The nun in white endured the pain and performed a trick, condensing a large amount of clear spring out of thin air and spraying it on the wound, and the wound on her face healed immediately.
Having suffered such a big loss for no reason, the nun in white was so angry that she jumped on her feet and yelled: "Fuya Ming, you are so rude!"
A cold light flashed in Fuya Ming's eyes, and she scolded sternly: "You are so impudent! Who is so rude? Since you know that your so-called little brother is useless, why have you been making noise all these years? You are not welcome here, get out.
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After all, after being the empress for so many years, Fuya Mingyi became angry and added a bit of imperial evil aura out of thin air to the majestic Buddhist treasure. When Fuya Mingyi drank the nun in white, she felt a chill in her heart and did not dare to continue.
Luosuo, as expected, stepped aside obediently.
Fuya Ming put away the divine thunder in her hand, thought for a while with her eyelids drooped, and suddenly let out a low sigh.
"You heartless guy, are you dead or alive? If you are dead, why is the natal soul card you left here with me not broken?"
"If you were alive, it's been more than ten thousand years, why haven't you come to me yet?"
Taking a deep breath, Fuya Ming muttered in a low voice: "Asexual old nun, when one day I surpass you in cultivation, I will return you to Yan Daxue Mountain and turn you into ashes!"
Holding his hands, a golden cloud rose from the ground, wrapping the thatched cottage inside.
The nun in white who withdrew several hundred feet away looked at the thatched cottage covered in golden clouds with a face of shame. She suddenly stamped her feet and cursed a few times.
After lowering her head and thinking for a while, the nun in white suddenly laughed proudly.
"Fuya Ming, you are so proud. Don't you believe that I persuaded dad to come to our house to propose marriage in person, and Master won't give me this honor?"
"Who told you to just practice with your hair? When you marry the young monk, won't your incredible weapon-making skills become the treasure of my Xuantian Palace?"
Thinking of the happy place, the nun in white just smiled like a flower.
After looking around at some other thatched cottages, I saw a cloud of white clouds flying up from the feet of the nun in white. She triumphantly penetrated the endless strong wind on the Huiyan Snow Mountain, turned into a little golden light and flew quickly to the south of the Snow Mountain.
Buddhist Zen skills are full of mysteries. The nun in white seems to be flying slowly, but in an instant she flies thousands of miles away.
After flying for half a month, the nun in white finally arrived in a bright landscape.
This landscape is dotted with thousands of gorgeous palaces and pavilions. The purple air above the palace is faint, but it is a rare Taoist portal in Paranimi. This is the Xuantian Palace.
where the leader is.
As soon as she arrived in front of the gate of Xuantian Palace, the nun in white met a group of about 10,000 immortals from Xuantian Palace who rushed out of the palace. She asked hurriedly and found out that it was her eldest nephew who wanted a red nun.
The nun in white didn't take it seriously. She hurriedly said a few words to her eldest nephew and then hurriedly flew into Xuantian Palace.
A few days later, a bright purple cloud flew up from the Xuantian Palace. The master of Xuantian Palace, the Master Wuji, led most of his important disciples and flew back to the Yan Da Snow Mountain in a mighty manner.
The tens of thousands of immortals who accompanied him carried a huge amount of treasures, but they proposed marriage to the asexual old nun.
