At the foot of the mountain, Lin Huang was suddenly stunned when he heard the voice in the void.
Ye Wuchan tried his best to get himself into Wuchan Temple. He originally wanted to give the latter a blow, but Lin Huang was frightened by the word 'my king'.
This is the first person in the Dongling realm to call himself ‘my king’.
Even though Xuanyuan Tibing and Yan Zangfeng both regarded themselves as Wuhou, it is not known whether they really opened the door to martial arts and entered the realm of Wuwang.
But in the temple in Wuchan Mountain ahead, there is a truly strong man.
King Wu Ye Wuchan.
Afterwards, Lin Huang threw Cao Mingsheng's head away and climbed up the mountain with a smile. If the old monk in the mountain really had evil intentions, he would not be able to escape with his martial arts realm.
Now that it’s here, let’s make peace with it!
Why not simply step into the temple gate and see what Ye Wuchan, the proud man of the same era as Xuanyuan Wu, who has been sitting in a vacant house for more than two hundred years, has three heads and six arms.
After entering the temple, the temple is still a bit desolate. The vegetation is withered and no one takes care of it. However, what is different from the outside of the temple is that the Buddha's light is lingering in the temple and the power of wishes is profound.
Even the plants and trees exude a peaceful atmosphere, making people unable to help but get close to them.
Cisheng and Cinan led everyone forward, passing the main hall, passing through the Sutra Pavilion, and heading all the way to the forest of steles on the back hill of Wuchan Temple.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that everyone stopped walking.
Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly surprised. The sound of Buddha filled the void in front of him, and the ancient sounds reached his ears, as if the ancient Buddha was singing. There were countless golden Sanskrit words flashing there, forming a world of Dharma.
However, Lin Huang was not surprised by this. What really surprised him was the forest of steles in the world of Buddhism.
There are three thousand ancient steles, standing like three thousand dry tombs.
Each of the ancient stele is three feet high. It has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and looks a little mottled, but it still stands. The front of the stele is full of scriptures.
There is the Diamond Sutra.
There is the Prajna Heart Sutra.
There is the Lotus Sutra.
…
The densely packed small Sanskrit characters looked particularly simple and simple. They did not show the brilliance of Buddhism, but revealed the profound Buddha nature. When Lin Huang looked at it for the first time, he felt dizzy in the sea of consciousness.
There is actually an urge to take refuge in my Buddha.
In front of the forest of steles, Lin Huang took a long breath and suppressed the impatience in his heart. When he looked at it again, the forest of steles was still the same, not good at mountains and dews. It lacked the great aspiration it had before, but had a little more sadness.
Bang.
Suddenly, there was a shaking sound in the forest of steles. Lin Huang turned his head and saw Ci Nan in front of him, his face extremely pale. He was trembling and kneeling on the ground, looking at the back of the forest of steles, terrified and at a loss.
Cisheng supported Cinan, his eyes full of doubts and confusion.
It was just a bare backside of an ancient stele, but how could it cause my senior brother's mood to change drastically and his face to look fearful and fearful? I and my senior brother had been cleaning the Forest of Steles for more than a hundred years, and we had never seen him behave so abnormally.
Lin Cangxue and others turned their heads and looked at the backs of the ancient monuments. They also frowned, wondering why Ci Nan was like this.
When Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the backs of the ancient steles, his expression suddenly froze. He saw that the backs of the three thousand ancient steles all had a name engraved on them.
At first glance, all the names are headed by Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan Wuxin.
Xuanyuan Industry.
Xuanyuan Qing'er.
…
Each name is like an immortal heroic soul, engraved on the ancient stele with weeping blood, which is shocking.
Forest of Three Thousand Steles.
They are the corpses of three thousand Xuanyuan families.
The names on the stele could not be seen by Cisheng, Jun Qingcheng, or anyone else, except Linhuang and Cinan.
Maybe before that, Ci Nan couldn't see it either...but the latter had been practicing in the mortal world for thirty years, and he could see it after he suddenly saw Xuanyuan Tibing that day.
The latter's old figure swayed, looking at the familiar names on the monument, as if he saw faces he had never forgotten.
Among them was his father.
There are his two brothers.
There is his aunt...
There is even the name of the little girl with whom he was once a child.
…
Suddenly, Ci Nan collapsed on the ground, covering his face with loess, sobbing loudly. An eminent monk who had practiced Buddhism for two hundred years, practiced in the world for thirty years, and experienced countless hardships, was crying like a thirteen-year-old monk.
years old children.
The sobs were full of loneliness and guilt.
Lin Huang looked at Ci Nan in front of him and remained silent. He raised his head and scanned the forest of steles, feeling suppressed sourness in his heart.
When Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, the Xuanyuan family, dressed in white and plain, carried the Xuanyuan clan flag and entered Dongling. In the end, they exchanged these 3,000 pieces of blood-stained monument for fifty years of peace in the Dongling realm.
Righteousness in the world is nothing more than this!
On the seventh floor of the Tiance Building in Xuanyuan Mansion, there are countless memorial tablets to heroes and a row of everlasting lamps that will never go out.
Perhaps Xuanyuan Tibing would never know that in this Wuchan Temple, someone built a tomb for the Xuanyuan family, and the inscriptions were filled with Buddhist scriptures to save the souls of the dead.
Then, Lin Huang's eyes focused and landed on the center of the Forest of Steles.
There, there is a pagoda.
The tower has seven floors!
On the top floor of the pagoda, there is an ancient bell. In no time, it emits the mighty sound of the Buddha, which spreads for ten miles. The sound of the Buddha has a deep wish, as if it is to save the soul of the dead, but it is not like...
Lin Huang looked at the seven-story pagoda with a thoughtful look on his face, and then walked towards the pagoda.
There should be Ye Wuchan inside that pagoda!
Among the three thousand forest of steles, Lin Huang walked around the dense forest of steles, then paused, stood in front of the pagoda, and said respectfully: "Lin Huang, a late student, pays homage to senior Ye Wuchan!"
There was a squeak.
As soon as Lin Huang finished speaking, an entrance appeared in the pagoda, allowing Lin Huang to enter.
Behind the forest of steles, Cisheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the forest wilderness entering the pagoda. His old face showed a look of contemplation and doubt, as well as a hint of shock.
For more than a hundred years, only two people have been able to enter that pagoda.
The first one was Lin Changtian eighteen years ago. He forced his way into the pagoda at the level of the King of Martial Arts.
Lin Huang is the second one.
After entering the pagoda, Lin Huang's eyes pierced, and he felt countless golden lights entering his eyes.
After a moment of adaptation, Lin Huang looked around and was slightly startled. The entire pagoda looked like it had seven floors from the outside, but only one from the inside.
The pagoda is covered with ancient Sanskrit inscriptions, as many as a million.
Every Sanskrit word is filled with pure golden light, which condenses together to form a terrifying Buddha light, revealing the power of the supreme Buddha Dharma like the ocean.
The entire pagoda is gleaming with golden light. It is not as magnificent as the Tianbao Auction House, but it makes people feel like they have fallen into a fantasyland.
At this moment, Lin Huang suddenly felt that the Dharma was boundless!
Lin Huang glanced at the ancient pagoda. When his eyes fell on the center of the ancient pagoda and saw the figure sitting cross-legged, his expression suddenly changed...