The broken brackets and cornices, the broken bricks and beams, and the smashed mountains and ridges all mixed into a turbid sea of garbage, spreading densely in the void, from left to right, from front to back, from top to bottom.
, layer by layer, layer by layer, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.
Occasionally, broken golden Buddha statues can be seen crookedly 'soaked' in the garbage. They are smiling or kind-hearted. They have lost their former compassion and power, and have lost any aura and spirituality. They are just floating in the void with the current.
With.
In this garbage area that has been classified as a restricted area by heaven and has even disappeared from the star map issued by heaven. For countless years, no one has known about it. On some broken small landmasses, some small pulpy earth veins are lingering. They can barely survive.
With a little bit of inspiration, they support a small group of people on the small continent who pretend to be deaf and mute, pretend to be ignorant, cover up their intelligence and wisdom, and disguise themselves as bloodthirsty beasts.
A few skinny white rats, but with clean hair and a hint of "immortal spirit" in their every move, slowly scurried through a pile of rocks.
They jumped freely over the floating ruins and passed through the narrow gaps.
Suddenly, a big white mouse made a "squeaking" sound. From under the altar table in a palace that had collapsed for countless years, he found a three-inch long, golden body, exuding the fragrance of sandalwood.
Treasure candle.
Several big white mice came over happily. They gathered around this small candle, took a few deep breaths, and breathed in the fragrant sandalwood scent emitted by the candle. Seeing the shriveled fleshy bodies of these big white mice, they slightly
It has become a little plumper, and the hair that was originally clean and smooth, but as dry and dull as dry grass, now has a hint of oily luster.
They picked up this precious candle and quickly passed through piles of garbage, passing through large floating ruins, and returned to their lair at full speed.
Occasionally, there is the sound of thunder from the distant horizon. The heavenly guards, wearing golden armor and wrapped with thunder and lightning, hold long swords and stand on a heavy chariot pulled by four-winged Pegasus, patrolling slowly like a thunder god patrolling the sky.
And then. These big white rats hurriedly huddled in the ruins, their aura suddenly converged, not even a trace was leaked out, like zombies that had lasted for ten thousand years without any energy to escape.
Those heavenly guards who are responsible for suppressing this boundless ruins... For countless years, they have been ordered to guard here, working in three shifts every day, patrolling the four directions step by step. But for countless years, this place has been as peaceful as the end of the Dharma era, at midnight in the secular world.
There is not even a ghost in the cemetery.
From top to bottom, no matter how brave and adept these heavenly guards were and how strict they were, too many years have passed...all their vigilance and sense of responsibility have long been worn away by the endless boring years.
Jing. One by one, they were standing on the chariot smoothly, but Shenhun'er had already flown to nowhere, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.
They are too lazy to notice that these cultivation levels are probably equivalent to opening up one or two acupoints, because their physical qualifications are too weak, and their combat power cannot even match the weakest heavenly soldiers.
There are countless little creatures like this in this sea of garbage. These big white mice are very good at controlling their aura and pretending to be dead. How could these high-ranking guards notice their existence?
A group of chariots flashed with thunder light and sped away with a dull loud noise.
There was the sound of intestinal rumblings coming from the chariot, and a guard leader who was leading the patrol muttered in a low voice: "It's off duty today, let's go to Wanhua Building for a drink... Let's drink more, and take the opportunity to have a fight.
Well, break the legs of that old madam and some girls."
"Here!"
A group of guards happily agreed.
"It's not that I have any objections to them, they actually serve them well... However, after so many years, they are the same old faces that come and go... they are even more familiar than my own yellow-faced woman... I really don't want to read anymore.
.Not just me, several adults above also think so."
"Break their legs, give them a sum of money from the emperor, go home and be good... and bring in a new group of girls." The leader of the guards sighed faintly: "After so many years, visiting a brothel is like visiting a brothel.
It’s like becoming your own home... This is not a thing anymore.”
A group of imperial guards smiled bitterly.
They were once the most powerful, elite, and loyal army in Heaven, and the most reliable army for Emperor Taichu... Therefore, after Emperor Taichu established Heaven, he gave them the important task of suppressing this "demon domain".
But after so many years... the iron blood and enthusiasm of the past have long been worn away. Those hot and popular palaces, halls, offices, and bureaucracies in heaven have long ignored this place... everything here is lifeless, even
Brothel, after so many years, it’s just the same old faces that come and go!
Come on, use the wine to cause trouble, break the legs of the old madam and a few girls, and force the shopkeeper behind them to replace them with new ones!
If it weren't for the use of drinking to cause trouble, the 'friendship' over so many years would have turned into 'emotion' and 'family affection'... I'm really embarrassed to break up and start it!
The guards left.
The big white mice shook their hair and carefully sprang out of the garbage pile. Carrying the small candle, they shuttled back and forth among the piles of garbage. They spent several days.
Finally, we returned to a tiny landmass less than thirty miles long and wide.
Surrounding this miniature land mass, there are densely packed peaks of various sizes, forming natural partitions. The increasingly careless guards did not realize that this small land mass contained little secrets.
.
On this continent, the big white rats formed a small, although barren, but vibrant group.
They collected countless useful broken materials from garbage dumps in all directions. The entire small landmass was neatly paved with withered white jade floor tiles, and beams made of gold and silver supported several buildings.
A small, decent palace.
In those halls, several mostly intact Buddha statues sat steadily on the altar tables.
On the altar table, there are treasures such as clams, pearls, diamonds and other treasures that the big white mice dug out from various ruins... There are also some fresh fruits for worship, and there are even a few that are rare in this sea of garbage.
The flowers were arranged neatly.
In front of every Buddha statue, there are even incense sticks rising and crude candles flickering.
These incense sticks and candles are all crude homemade works of white mice.
Although the materials are not very good and the workmanship is very rough, for a group of weak white mice with few resources at hand, this kind of intention is extremely grand and priceless.
When a few big white mice returned, in the square in front of several palaces, surrounding a decent-looking lotus pond with a length and width of several miles, there could be hundreds of smaller ones, which looked quite "childish".
A big white mouse, led by several elders covered with scars, was reciting Buddhist sutras with its head shaking, bowing to the Buddha statues in several halls, and doing its daily homework.
The three-inch long treasure candle was brought to several 'elders' by a few big white mice.
Several elders happily danced around this section of the precious candle for a while, then carried the precious candle with great solemnity, waddled to the largest hall in the middle, and enshrined the precious candle on the altar table.
superior.
An 'old' rat man with a goatee-like white beard, which was almost as long as his body, stood up. His eyes stared blankly at the section of the precious candle, with a thin old face that seemed sad.
I was so happy that soon my eyes were filled with tears.
"Many years, many years."
"Grandpa, when I was just a little mouse cub...this kind of candle of merit and virtue can't be described even if it is loaded in a car...it was burning all over the mountains and valleys!"
"Oh, at that time, in the Landa Holy Land, there were forty-eight thousand Buddhist niches on a large mountain. In each Buddhist niche, there were statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and kings of heaven, ranging from three to five to as many as one.
Thousands of them... In front of every Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Heavenly King statue, there is an everlasting precious candle that never goes out!"
"There are more than a million Buddhist mountains like this in the entire Landa Holy Land? Tens of millions?"
"Tsk tsk, use the power of the entire heaven and earth to worship a holy place... The entire Maitreya Heaven, as many people as the sands of the Ganges River, are all followers of my Buddha..." The old mouse wiped the corners of his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Tsk tsk,
Even my ancestors and I, at that time, when I had no cultivation at all, could still see the power of faith coming from all over the sky like a tsunami."
"At that time, a Buddha said that a certain disciple could be reused as a disciple... 'biu...', a mortal with no cultivation at all, or a person who had just opened his spiritual wisdom.
Wild beasts in the mountains can ascend to the sky and become kings of heaven, arhats, bodhisattvas, and even Buddha-level cultivation."
"Oops." The old rat sighed with emotion in a low voice: "We, the chipmunk clan, have three ancestors who have been favored by the Buddha. At the great... Dharma conference, in front of countless Buddhas,
In the presence of countless believers and with a touch of the Buddha's hand, those three ancestors immediately became Buddhas."
"Maitreya Heaven, Landa Holy Land!" The old rat shook his head and grunted through gritted teeth: "Those rebellious officials and thieves, those wolf-hearted bastards... They colluded with the demons, subverted the Holy Land, and slaughtered so many of our tribesmen.
How many Buddhist disciples and how many devout believers have been slaughtered..."
The old rat finally couldn't control his emotions. A few turbid tears fell down and fell to the ground. The tears exploded, but there was a trace of strange Taoist rhyme spreading in the tears. The tears were transformed into
The water vapor slowly bloomed, like a smallpox, condensing into flowers the size of mung beans, floating gracefully on the ground paved with white jade.
The "Chiprat" clan, this is the origin of their clan name.
They used to be the Buddhist cultivators of the Landa Holy Land, with an average of one litter of pet beasts. On weekdays, they offered incense and candles, cleaned palaces and pavilions, guarded various secret places, etc. They were all the domestic affairs of the chipmunk clan. It was really...
The phenomenon of "flowers growing on the ground" naturally appeared in their teardrops. This is really pleasing, especially to the Buddhists!
However, with the destruction of Landa Holy Land and the demise of pure Buddhist practice, the once-prominent chipmunk clan has gradually declined. Now, there is only such a nest in the sea of garbage that was once Landa Holy Land.
There are more than a thousand big white rats, which can be regarded as the largest 'tribe'.
Silently.
The three-buried monk appeared behind these big white mice who were nostalgic for the past and lamented the present.
He quietly looked at these chipmunks from beginning to end. They were only less than a foot long. They were all skinny, but their bodies were delicate, their fur was clean and smooth, and their eyes were lively and lively. He nodded gently.
nod.
"You have not forgotten your old master and have worshiped my Buddha so far. You have merit and merit, and you should receive blessings!" The three-buried monk emits immeasurable Buddha light from his body, illuminating this small piece of land.
A group of chipmunks turned around in shock. They stared dumbfoundedly at the three-buried monk whose body was filled with Buddha light and whose Buddhist rhyme was rich and long. Their bodies were trembling and they couldn't recover for a long time.
Loyalty to Buddhism and closeness to the great power of Buddhism have been imprinted in their blood and bone marrow for countless years, forming an indelible soul mark in their souls.
At this moment, when I saw the monk from the third burial, I felt the powerful Buddhist charm in him. These chipmunks were trembling, subconsciously following the etiquette inherited from their bloodline, which generations of chipmunks worshiped, made offerings to, and respected the Buddha.
Pay homage to the three buried monks.
The oldest 'grandfather', who had experienced the battle that destroyed Landa Holy Land, was even more trembling as he presented the three-inch precious candle to the three-buried monk.
Compared with the Landa Holy Land when it was at its peak, these three-inch candles are so small.
But this is already the best offering to the Buddha that this nest of chipmunks can produce.
Monk Three Burials grinned, smiled, and nodded slowly: "You are all good children...so good...Bai Nu, it's time to do something."
It was made up of countless evil spirits. It stood silently behind the three-buried monk. It was as silent as a ghost. Even its breath did not leak out. It was clearly standing in front of a nest of chipmunks, but no chipmunk could.
The white girl who 'sees' and 'feels' her nodded slowly.
The seven colors all over her body changed. She clearly had only one body, but under her feet, there were seven slim and colorful shadows.
Waves of strange power turned into invisible ripples and swept around. In an instant, they swept through the ruins that stretched for billions of miles. Countless creatures, large and small, who survived here and had subtle Buddhist aftertaste in their bodies raised their heads in shock.
, a few extremely fine rays of Buddha's light flickered quietly in their eyes, they were trembling all over, like a nest of chipmunks, and bowed in the direction of the three buried monks.
In huge ruins.
Countless strange beings were awakened.
Not the physical body.
Not a divine soul.
Not a ghost.
It’s a ‘concept’, a ‘deviation’, a ‘trace’…
For example, there were tears left by a certain Buddha.
For example, there was once a drop of saliva from a novice monk.
For example, there was the sound of a certain Bodhisattva chanting sutras.
For example, there was the roar of a certain heavenly king who died in battle.
For example, those Buddha statues that were destroyed by the heavenly army, those wooden fish that were beaten to pieces, those Buddhist bells that were melted into pieces, those Buddhist scripture pavilions and scripture towers that were burned down, and those Buddhist rhymes that were stirred up by heaven.
The incense candles and fireworks that were washed away by the torrent left traces in this void...
Even the concept of Landa Holy Land has left various imprints and ripples in this space and time in the past, present and future...
As a result, the name "Maitreya Heaven" only remains in the hearts of a very few people, such as the "ancestors" of this litter of chipmunks... and this name has passed through the torrent of time.
The present, the future, the traces left behind, the stirring echoes, and all the chain reactions that may be triggered in the future... all possibilities, all causes and effects, all projections, etc...
Such wonderful, strange, weird, scary concepts, tangible and intangible things.
These objects were all 'awakened' by the strange breath exuded by Bai Nu... They woke up, they stretched their bodies, they breathed in all the elements they needed in the void... and then they began to personify.
Strange shadows emerged from the ruins, large and small, that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles.
A little bit of strange incense lit up in the void.
Countless lights, both virtual and real, are rising slowly in the endless ruins.
In the air, the fragrance of incense candles, which is like the fragrance of flesh and blood, gradually spreads.
In the shadow of the ruins, there is a dark figure of the Buddha knocking on the wooden fish and starting to chant... Behind the figure of the Buddha who is chanting, there is a novice monk eight feet tall, with three heads and six arms, grabbing pieces of black flesh and blood and swallowing it... There are also monks.
A dressed-up weasel, carrying a small Buddhist altar, flew lightly over the piles of ruins...
A group of heavenly guards patrolling in the void are discussing in a low voice where to eat after work today, what to eat, how to eat, who will serve the food, etc... What they are discussing is extremely complicated.
It even includes details such as whether a bowl of braised pork should use front paw meat or hind paw meat, and whether to throw a few python poached eggs in it...
Suddenly, a golden-painted Buddha head, half of which was chopped off, leaving only the lower half of the cheek, silently flew up from a pile of tattered garbage and stood squarely in front of their chariot.
These guards who were once the most elite, best at fighting, bravest, and most loyal in heaven were not even aware of it at all.
They all muttered in low voices and allowed the chariot to move forward.
The Pegasus pulling the cart realized something was wrong, suddenly flapped the huge wings on its back, and stopped abruptly. The Pegasus neighed, alerting the group of guards, who suddenly raised their heads and looked forward.
past.
It is not a big one, only half a foot high. The golden paint on the surface has peeled off, and the years of wind and rain have washed it, leaving the Buddha's head densely covered with green marks. This 'little' Buddha is lifeless, and the whole body is filled with the bands of time.
There was an aura of decay and decay. But on the surface of the Buddha, it was densely packed with countless human-shaped black shadows that were a hundred times smaller than sesame seeds, and they were busy nervously.
It seemed that a contractor was shouting slogans loudly, with countless black shadows, using this half of the Buddha as a big mountain, digging Buddhist niches and carving Buddha statues on the mountain. Countless small black shadows were very busy, and above their heads, there was a
Wisps of pure and profound belief power emerged out of thin air, constantly stirring up dazzling sparks in the void!
This area of heaven and earth has been controlled by the heavenly rules and commandments jointly formulated by Heavenly Court, Taiqutian, and Taiyitian.
The power of Buddhism's faith can no longer be matched by the laws and precepts of this world. Heaven and earth will not allow pure Buddhist monks to be born again, orthodox Buddhist techniques will not be allowed to appear, and pure Buddhist belief will not be allowed to grow!
These strange black shadows are not living beings, and do not even have flesh and blood. They are just certain illusions cast in this space and time, at this moment, in this moment of time and space.
However, this illusion actually condenses the incomparable power of belief, which is born from nothingness, ripples from the long river of time, and appears directly in this moment, today, at this time, here.
The sky is angry, the laws of heaven are activated, and invisible forces that are close to divine punishment are surging forward. It is necessary to suppress these beliefs and thoughts, crush them to pieces, and kill them into slag!
The guards felt the mighty power of heaven and earth around them, and were about to say something with a smile, when the void shook slightly. From the void, from the avenue of heaven and earth, from the depths of the law, and from the shackles of heaven and earth set up by heaven, a stream of
A faint, but indeed existing Buddhist charm rippled out.
Under the interference of these Buddhist rhymes, the rules and precepts established by heaven were offset.
These beliefs and thoughts that were born out of thin air turned into colorful Buddha lights that rose up and gradually submerged into the half-foot-high Buddha head.
The mottled marks on the Buddha's surface gradually dissipated, and the bronze stains disappeared without a trace. The former golden paint was restored bit by bit, and even the other half of the Buddha's head, which had been chopped off and disappeared for who knows how many years, was still there.
Grows back quickly.
These once elite heavenly guards were all dumbfounded as they watched the changes in the Buddha's head.
They watched helplessly as the Buddha, made by the power of faith provided by those strange black shadows, quickly recovered from a half-cut Buddha head to a complete, golden Buddha head.
Then, the Buddha's eyes opened, and two lines of blood and tears slowly fell down.
Blood and tears dripped in the ruins below, and quickly spread around, turning into an endless sea of blood. In the sea of blood, there were countless ferocious Buddhist cultivators who had died tragically at the hands of these guards. The faces in the hearts of Buddhists were going crazy.
They were struggling and squirming, like evil spirits from hell, about to break through the barrier between hell and the human world, and force their way back into this world.
"My Buddha... Maitreya!" The Buddha head with blood and tears was smiling, and while the blood and tears continued to flow, he laughed loudly: "My Buddha... Maitreya... chant the name of my Buddha, and you will be liberated!"
"You who don't worship the Buddha when you see him... must be evil spirits!" The Buddha's head suddenly roared: "Damn it! Damn it!
Damn it!
!”
Yelled three times in a row.
Every time a loud roar was heard, a large portion of the energy, blood, and spirit of these guards were suddenly cut off... After three loud roars, their cultivation, physical strength, blood, energy, and spirit were instantly suppressed to the point of near collapse.
A group of elite heavenly guards died here silently.
Their corpses weathered and disintegrated rapidly... Then, from where their corpses disappeared, dark, two-dimensional shadows of novice monks slowly stood up with subtle and cheerful laughter.