The entire Buddhist sect was in an uproar, and Tathagata's face turned extremely dark.

You must know that this karmic fire is an extremely terrifying thing. Once it is contaminated, karma will accumulate on you and it will be difficult to eliminate. In serious cases, you may even fall into a state of decline.

And Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was so seriously injured, which means that Buddhism has lost another high-end combatant.

At such a critical moment, the situation is absolutely not good for Buddhist shit.

"What happened?"

Tathagata asked with a frown.

"I didn't know that that day when I was chanting Buddhist Dharma on the quiet spring to save the souls of grievances, a terrifying power of law suddenly struck me, and then I was seriously injured.

"The old thief from Styx took this opportunity and suddenly led the crowd to attack and kill him."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with some sadness and indignation. He had not figured out the origin of the person who attacked him that day, and he had not even checked the website of the factory’s quality assurance certificate.

"Who is it that has such ability?"

"this....."

All the true Buddhas and Bodhisattvas changed their expressions one after another. They knew very well how powerful Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was, and yet someone could inflict heavy damage on him without even realizing it. This was really frightening.

Could it be that the person who took action was a saint?

Tathagata made some calculations and found nothing as before, so he no longer sighed.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was seriously injured this time. Except for the two saints from the West, all the other saints were suspected, but in total, the one who traveled to the West was the most suspect.

But if this is the case, it would be even worse.

Being able to severely injure Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva silently means that the opponent's strength has changed.

As prices fluctuate and rise, the situation facing Buddhism becomes even more severe.

The Tathagata looked at the Glazed Light King Buddha and asked in a deep voice:

"What is the situation in the underworld now?"

As soon as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva returns, it means that the Buddhist forces have officially withdrawn from the underworld. Even if there are any left, they will still face the fate of being swept away.

The two saints' painstaking arrangements for countless kalpas are going to be in vain.

As a result, Buddhism's luck will be weakened again.

"It's not optimistic. That person turned a blind eye to Styx's ruthless attacks and the casualties of my Buddhist disciples. His attitude is worth pondering. Since the situation is unclear, I have to temporarily withdraw the Buddhist disciples."

The Glazed Light King Buddha frowned.

The Tathagata was horrified in his heart. The Glazed Light King Buddha did not say it clearly, but he also heard the implication in his words.

Who else could make even the true Buddha keep secret? It must be the Empress Houtu.

This time, Houtu broke through the shackles of heaven, condensed earthly luck, and his strength increased greatly. He might be almost the same as the two saints.

The entire underworld is under her control.

Hou Tu can reshuffle the forces of the entire underworld with just a few tricks.

But now Styx is attacking Buddhism in a big way, but Hou Tu doesn't care, making it clear that he approves of this and intends to clean up Buddhism.

"Now is the critical moment for my Buddhism to prosper. It is not appropriate to start a big war. Let's put the affairs of the underworld aside for now. It will not be too late to consult the two saints afterwards before making a decision."

The Glazed Light King Buddha said in a deep voice.

Tathagata nodded helplessly, knowing that it was a wise move for the Glazed Light King Buddha to do this. Although he withdrew from the underworld and the Buddhist fortune was greatly reduced, he at least preserved his strength and avoided unnecessary casualties.

…

After several days of trekking, Master Tang Sanzang and his disciples soon arrived in front of Lingshan Mountain.

It was early spring, and the scenery along the way was very beautiful.

Tang Sanzang, riding on a white dragon horse, saw the mountains in the distance and sighed:

"The scenery of this mountain is extraordinary. Looking at it from a distance makes people feel depressed, and the poor people can't bear to recite poems."

"You can recite poetry? Stop blabbering!"

Sun Wukong glanced at the white-faced bald donkey behind him and said disdainfully.

"Master, come and take a look, my disciple really wants to hear it."

Sha Seng encouraged him enthusiastically, but there was a smile in his eyes, which made it clear that he wanted to see a joke.

Tang Sanzang pondered for three seconds and finally said: "Hey, forget it, no matter how good the poem is, if I recite it to my teacher, you two idiots will not be able to understand it even if you think about it, and it will be difficult for you to understand the loneliness and great feelings in my heart.

Sun Wukong and Sha Monk expressed their contempt one after another.

Tang Sanzang pointed to the mountain in front of him and said:

"Master Qin, I wonder where this place is?

The lush green trees on this mountain gave him a vague sense of immortality, which gave him a sense of intimacy.

"This is Lingshan Mountain, the holy land of Buddhism. Come down and kowtow a few times."

Qin Ran smiled and said. What? Lingshan?

"What? Is this really Lingshan?"

Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment, Shi Zai was excited and Shi Tao couldn't believe it.

"Master, don't worry, this is definitely the genuine Lingshan Holy Land. Come and kowtow to the Buddha a few times."

Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Damn it, damn it, this miserable journey is finally coming to an end, the sad travelers are finally coming to an end!

Tang Sanzang climbed down from the back of the white dragon horse as fast as he could, wishing he could howl at the top of his lungs to vent his inner excitement.

After taking some bullshit Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, he will return to his hometown in honor and will no longer have to work as a monk.

Ever since I was bewitched by the little girl Guanyin to learn the scriptures, I have officially fallen into the pit. I have been tortured all the way, and now the hard days are finally over.

Thinking of the bumpy journey, Tang Sanzang was filled with emotion, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Sha Monk's heart was also full of sorrow, remembering that he was trapped in the Liusha River and suffered from flying swords piercing his heart every day, which was extremely painful.

Later, thanks to Tang Sanzang's enlightenment and conversion to Buddhism, there were many twists and turns along the way.

After passing through different countries, I experienced a lot of Fengzhuang people.

Now he was finally going to the scenic spot of Lingshan Mountain, and he was finally going to achieve enlightenment, which gave him an unreal feeling.

The white dragon horse raised his head and kept looking towards Lingshan Mountain, his heart full of excitement.

After attaining the Right Attainment, he can gain merit and attainment, return to his hometown in glory, and return to the Dragon Palace.

After being a horse for so many years, I can finally be born as a dragon.

The white dragon horse also raised its head, its heart was surging, and its eyes were filled with tears.

Being ridden by Tang Sanzang, a big white-faced bald donkey, he suffered all the looks and teasing. He thought that he was like a demon king, but he was so dependent on others. Fortunately, Huang Tian lived up to his intentions.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I hope that after this monk achieves enlightenment, he will not forget his contribution along the way, and mention him when he comes to the Tathagata.

Thinking of this, the white dragon horse directly used its horse head to cup Tang Sanzang's arm.

Tang Sanzang wiped away his tears, patted the horse's head and said, "Don't worry, Bai Longma, you have made great contributions along the way. When the time comes, the poor monk will definitely beseech the Buddha."

"Master, a thousand-mile embankment breaks down in an ant nest. The more you get to the end, the more careful you must be. You may not be able to break down at any time."

Sun Wukong reminded.

"I think this spiritual mountain seems to be hiding dangers."

His words were enough to give this monk a warning. I hope this guy can be prepared when the time comes and he won't be deceived too badly.

"We've arrived at the terminal, what's so dangerous?

Tang Sanzang said nonchalantly, climbed onto the back of the white dragon horse smoothly, and began to practice medicine.

Now that he has arrived at Lingshan, he is finally about to get the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures. He is full of excitement and can't wait.

As for the danger Sun Wukong mentioned, he didn't take it to heart at all.

This is Lingshan. No matter how shameless those bald donkeys are, they can't openly target him like monsters, right?

When Tang Sanzang's master and his disciples came to the mountain, an old Taoist with gray hair and childlike face came up to him from a distance and laughed loudly:

"How many of them? Could it be that they are pilgrims from the East? You are so polite."

Qin Ran looked up and saw that the old man was wearing brocade clothes, a Taoist crown on his head, fairy shoes on his feet, fluttering clothes and a handsome figure. He was the Golden-crested Immortal.

Tang Sanzang was a little confused. Shouldn't there be monks on this Lingshan Mountain? How could there be Taoist priests?

Sun Wukong smiled and explained: "Master, this is the Golden-crested Immortal from the Yuzhen Temple at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. He is here to greet us."

Tang Sanzang suppressed his doubts and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said, "It turns out he is the Golden-crested Immortal, and the poor monk is polite.

Jinding Daxian said with emotion: "Holy monk, you are polite. Ten years ago, Guanyin Bodhisattva received the Buddha's decree and went to the east to find a Buddhist scripture collector. Later he told me that the Buddhist scripture collector will arrive in two or three years. I am suffering here.

Wait, who knew that the holy monk just arrived today, what a trick of fate."
To be continued...