The noon wind is blazing and the sun is shining brightly in the sky...
Feng Jueyu's body was almost leaning against the cliff of Dazhidu, soaring straight into the sky like plucking onions on dry land. The cliff, which was ten thousand feet high, looked majestic and majestic, but it could not stop his shocking cultivation.
Since we can go to the realm of disorder, what does this mere cliff count? If we fly directly to it, everything in Fozhou can be put to an end for the time being.
However, Feng Jueyu seemed to think that the great wisdom was too simple.
Zen Master Ye Liaoyuan, the founder of Jiuchan Temple, attained enlightenment and enlightenment in Hongfa Temple. He obtained the "Three Thousand Six Hundred Chapters of Guangpu Propaganda" and "The Theory of Dahongtian Dao Enlightenment". His cultivation was astonishing to the world, and he had already reached the perfection of Taoism and martial arts.
The most wonderful realm in the world, but people don't know that when he finally passed away and sat in ancient times, although he was in Hongfa Temple, the root of his spiritual consciousness encompassed the entire Jiuzhan Temple's thousands of mountains and valleys, and in the end
, Liaoyuan left some of his remnants in the cliff of Great Wisdom, and transformed himself into the last stream of consciousness of the highest Buddha in the world. He used it to guard the east ridge of Jiuzhan Temple and became the last natural moat.
Only Jiu Zen Master knew about this matter, and it was also a secret that had not been passed down to anyone but the presiding abbots of the past generations.
The wind is cold and the sun is strong...
Feng Jueyu jumped thousands of feet and was about to reach the top of the cliff in the blink of an eye. At this moment, tens of thousands of golden lights fell straight down from the top of the cliff, like a shower of meteors, shining all over the Buddha Island.
Boom!
A sound like the knocking of a wooden fish shook the tip of his heart suddenly. Feng Jueyu felt that his consciousness was in a trance, and he suddenly felt the energy and blood, and the divine power surged wildly in his body.
"What's going on?"
In desperation, Feng Jueyu's feet became unsteady, and he lost the support of his divine power and fell down. At this moment, he seemed to have lost the great magical power of Yufa Chengfeng, and was about to fall into a pulp. Fortunately, in the past 150 years,
The comprehension of "Yuan Chen Spirit Technique" has reached an extremely high level. After discovering something was wrong, he immediately restrained his spiritual consciousness to protect his body and summoned a white cloud to support his feet.
"There are still people!" Feng Jueyu suddenly raised his head, rushed up a distance again, then looked at a golden handprint woven with countless golden lights in the air, and suddenly took a picture.
The palm print was extremely large, covering an area of one mile. The towering ancient trees under the cliff of Dazhidu were all oppressed by the strong wind caused by the palm print, and they bent down their proud bodies unwillingly. In just a short moment, the towering ancient trees that were over thousands of years old were
The tree was suddenly broken by the pressure of the palm print. At this moment, most of the trees turned into powdery wood and flew up.
"Damn it!"
Feng Jueyu, who had always been calm and composed, turned extremely ugly. As he watched the palm print suddenly fall, a terrible feeling of imminent disaster suddenly surged into his heart.
"Is there something even more powerful? That bastard Kong Yuan..." Feng Jueyu cursed half a sentence inwardly, that is, half a sentence, but he couldn't say it because at this time, the power brought by the palm print was already close to him.
It is a kind of power that annihilates reincarnation and obliterates all sentient beings.
In Buddhism, when a power is too powerful to obliterate all sentient beings, it is not called obliteration, but salvation.
Feng Jueyu felt that he was like a small boat floating in the vast sea, about to be wiped out in the world of all living beings by the infinite power of Buddhism, and he was amazed on the spot.
"Finger of all gods!"
In desperation, Feng Jueyu almost without hesitation used the strongest move he had learned - the Ten Thousand God Finger.
A ray of true god's power passed through the index and middle fingers of his left hand. His two fingers suddenly became as strong as divine iron, and golden light shot out. He bent his two fingers to block the Buddha's palm. Feng Jueyu had never thought that he would have such an experience before.
, but the moment the fingertips and palm prints touched together, Feng Jueyu realized that the power of the palm prints was unimaginably powerful.
The robes on his body were shattered in an instant, and the Divine Armor Qi Gang also fell apart and could not be condensed again. The jade crown on his head was crushed into powder, and his waist-length black hair was flying in the air.
Feng Jueyu's pupils burst open and were filled with blood. The Wanzhi God gathered a beam of light and shot out through the sky with his finger power. The two secret skills collided in the air for a while. The Wanzhi God suddenly pointed through the air and penetrated the palm print.
A hole as big as a human was opened, and then the pressure spread from all sides. Feng Jueyu also vomited a mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the wall of the cliff, stained with the blood of a giant Buddha.
boom!
The palm prints collapsed and disappeared. Feng Jueyu stepped on the cliff of Dazhidu with one foot, and he was about to spit out another mouthful of blood. Pearl-sized sweat drops slid down from his forehead, soaking him in a moment.
After holding on for a moment, Feng Jueyu couldn't hold back anymore and spat out a mouthful of old blood on the ground. Only then did the stagnation in his chest and lungs become smoother.
"It's amazing. What the hell is this?" Feng Jueyu turned around and looked around, only to see a Buddha standing in the sky to the west of the big cliff behind him.
The Buddha is not a divine Buddha, but an old monk full of brilliance. The old monk is wearing a brocade cassock, holding a Buddha staff in his arms. His body is full of brilliance. He lowers his head and twists his orchid fingers. Under his seat is a colorful holy lotus blooming.
In the cloud.
The old monk's eyes were slightly opened and closed, and a sharp light shone from them, seeming to be watching Feng Jueyu, motionless.
Being stared at by this old monk who looked like a Buddha but not a Buddha, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly recovered and stood on the cliff facing the old monk.
a long time……
The old monk's hair began to disperse from his head, turning into countless gold spots and silver powder that drifted in the wind. This process was very slow, as if it took a long time.
Feng Jueyu was stunned. He felt that the old monk's aura was gradually disappearing from his body, and for some reason he felt an inexplicable sadness.
"You have practiced Buddhism profoundly for a lifetime and longed for transcendence. Instead, you fell into reincarnation. I am afraid you are Zen Master Yuan. You have a glorious life and spread Buddhism throughout the grand plan. However, you are limited by calamities. The original source is not there and you cannot become a god. It is really sad.
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Although Feng Jueyu received a slap from the old monk, he did not feel angry at all. On the contrary, he felt sad because of the old monk's resignation.
Born in that era, Taoism was prosperous, Buddhism was glorious, Buddha, demons, Taoism, demons, ghosts, and beasts each had their own inheritance. It was a truly prosperous era of spiritual practice.
However, who knows that they, including the current practitioners, all sit in a well and look at the sky, only knowing that the sky is huge but out of reach. But Feng Jueyu, who has climbed out of the well, knows that the real heaven and earth are far greater than those who look up from the well.
At first glance, it is billions of times more majestic and endless.
"This should be the remnant of Zen Master Liao Yuan left on the cliff of Dazhidu to protect the existence of Jiuzhan Temple. Unfortunately, over the years, his power has faded. If it had been the years after Liao Yuan's death, unless my cultivation was truly
Only when you reach the Mastery Realm or the Supreme Realm can you escape unscathed."
puff!
Feng Jueyu thought and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
The Dharma boy singled out more than 1,200 Dharma boys and monks, and none of them were injured at all. But now he was injured by a strong man who had been dead for tens of thousands of years. He vomited three mouthfuls of old blood in succession. After winning this man, it was really extraordinary.
Ordinary.
After thinking about it, Feng Jueyu stood up and left Juechen.
When he went there, he clearly saw all the practicing monks from all the temples in Fozhou leaving their residences and standing among the Buddha clouds on Jinshan Mountain, looking at the tall cliff in the middle of Fozhou with an unusually admiring attitude.
The appearance of Liao Yuan Can Nian shocked the entire Buddha Continent. Now all the Buddhist disciples in the Buddha Continent came out to pay homage to the grand occasion.
People in the Buddhist sect also saw Feng Jueyu. Of course, they thought that Feng Jueyu was just a pilgrim leaving Jiuchan Temple. They didn't pay too much attention, let alone any obstruction. Moreover, some people had fully felt that Feng Jueyu was
That unparalleled momentum is not something people like them can stop.
This is a master.
An extremely powerful master.
After a stick of incense, six Zen masters, Hui Nian, Hui Yong, Hui Wu, Hui Neng, Hui Jie, and Hui Zhi, rushed to the cliff of Dazhidu. Behind them were thousands of powerful monks in the temple, each wearing Buddha robes and golden light.
Covered body.
When Huinian and the other six people arrived at the cliff, the battle there was over. On the cliff of Dazhidu, you could still see gold specks and silver powder floating in the sky, flying with the wind, flying thousands of miles away.
outside.
On the top of the cliff of Dazhidu, a ten-meter-long crack appeared on the huge Buddha's body carved there. The crack was not deep, but it was clear enough that even if you were standing under the cliff, you could see it clearly.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin..." Huinian knelt down in front of everyone, with tears streaming down his face.
"The Buddha is above me, but my disciples are incompetent and cannot protect Jiuchan Temple's tens of thousands of years of foundation..." Huinian bowed in front of him, with tears streaming down his face.
All the monks knelt on the ground and recited Buddhist sutras, and their reputation spread far and wide.
About half an hour later, Huijie stood up and walked forward to help the three senior brothers up. Master Jiuchan, who was also the only qualified pharmacist in Jiuchan Temple, came to the cliff of Dazhidu and searched carefully.
After searching the bottom of the big cliff, Huizhi began to search the top of the big cliff again, going back and forth for nearly half an hour before returning.
"How is it?" Zen Master Wutong Huiwu asked impatiently.
Huizhi shook his head and said: "I couldn't stop him. I've said it before. The person's cultivation is unfathomable and he's an extraordinary master. The founder has spread the mysteries of Buddhism for eternity. However, it has been so long that he has long lost his power.
It's true that we couldn't stop the person coming, but he was also injured. There was blood on the Buddha statue on the top of the mountain and on the ground at the top of the cliff, but it doesn't look like the injury was too serious."
"Can anyone block the grand mudra of Buddhism left by our ancestors?" Hui Wu, Hui Neng is incredible.
"It's not just blocking." Huizhi looked at the Buddha statue on the cliff and said, "The statue of the Patriarch is cracked. This shows that this person used offensive means when defending, using offense as defense. It was broken.
Mahamudra, this person’s cultivation is absolutely terrifying.”
When Huinian heard the sound, his pupils shrank into needle noses, and he said angrily: "Even if he is the best in the world, he can't just give up. We must find out who this person is. I, the Jiuchan Temple, will never give up."