The pilgrimage route has withered away. Today, there are not many believers who still believe in the Vajra Sect.
People no longer preach about the infinite power of the Dharma King, but instead preach about the mercy and universal salvation of Luyuan Bodhisattva. New temples have begun to be built, and Bodhisattva tablets and statues have begun to be spread among the tents of herdsmen.
Today, the saint set foot on the holy road, and the people in the snowy land along the way saw the lofty majesty and the wonderful and solemn appearance. Seeing it, it was like seeing the other side and salvation, and seeing the ultimate beauty.
People put down their work, whether they were civilians or nobles, traders or farmers, they gathered together and followed in the footsteps of the saints.
Take off your shoes, use the soles of your feet to feel the snow, soil, gravel, and rocks where the saint stepped, feel the cold earth, and the fiery heart.
They were full of energy and stared closely at their backs without resting.
From the moment the saint took the first step into the snowy land, they knew that their king was coming!
The swordsman in white followed the saint, his posture was solemn and his expression was relaxed.
Lu Zhengkang's body is twelve feet long, and the antlers on his head are three feet. He is a real giant. His monk's robes are as white as the moonlight, floating slightly. He walks barefoot, leaving huge and distinctive footprints. The shape of his feet is round and plump.
Happy to see it.
He walked towards the Vajra Sect step by step. Since he passed by here, there was no need for this evil sect that distorted Buddhism to continue to exist.
From the capital, to the snowy land, and through Shanxi along the way, his beautiful figure was admired by countless people. Lu Yuan's name has spread far and wide, so believers from all over the world are gathering towards him.
Lu Zhengkang could feel it, just like the blood flowing back to the heart, the believers in the Pure Land Pearl were rushing towards the sun.
Most of the temples in Shanxi, Gyeonggi, Jingbei, and Huainan have converted to Luyuan Bodhisattva, so these monks, together with devotees and lay people, were the first to arrive.
The number of pilgrims has exceeded 100,000. They brought their own dry food and tents, and temporary settlements appeared in the leeward places along the way.
These people helped each other, rested when they were tired, and ate when they were hungry. Apart from these physical activities, the only thing they had to do was follow Lu Zhengkang.
There is a mixed crowd in the team, but once evildoers appear, they will be stopped by knights and monks. They will be judged spontaneously by the masses, or expelled, or directly beaten to death.
Under the power of faith, such pilgrim groups are tenacious, tenacious, and noble.
When such a team advances into the depths of the snowy area and marches among the towering, beautiful and wild hills and valleys of the Kunlun Mountains, it is like a raging fire, coating the eternal black ice with complex colors. If a person is just
Ants, those thousands of ordinary people, when their thoughts come together, when they speak with one voice and walk in the same direction, then they are a giant standing tall and tall!
Human beings are composed of countless cells in the body, and such a collective is also composed of countless individuals, so the leader is the most intelligent brain.
But Lu Zhengkang is not a brain.
He cannot be included in the pilgrimage group.
What really leads these people is some fragment of Lu Zhengkang, a part of him, and this is also abstract, it is the divinity of Lu Zhengkang imagined by people.
Lu Zhengkang itself is much more complicated than this.
He is not a leader.
He is a shepherd.
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Infinite Vajra Sect.
The majestic and handsome palace stands on a steep hillside, with its red and white walls glowing beautifully and dazzlingly in the scorching midday sun. There are golden roofs, numerous treasure buildings, and Aquarius stars that are densely covered with them.
The golden light flashes, noble and majestic.
The Vajra Sect stands on the mountain, rising higher and higher. When you reach the highest point, you can overlook the vast land thousands of miles away.
A total of 754 lamas gathered in the wide square in front of the temple, headed by Dharma King Gonpo, five Ming Kings, and six Supreme Beings. They stared at the east, and surging crowds could already be seen on the horizon.
Those who come are not good.
Dharma King Gonpot realized that today was the moment to decide the fate of the Infinite Vajra Sect.
Behind you is your own temple. These ancient buildings have withstood hundreds of years of wind and snow, earthquakes, and lightning strikes, and have been continuously repaired to survive. If after today, the inheritance of the Vajra Sect is lost in the long river of history, then these high walls
Deep tiles will also disappear with the traces of people.
Kampot did not allow this to happen, and he did not feel that today was the end of the road.
Ten thousand sheep gathered together are no match for one lion, because the sheep are timid and their cowardly character will make them choose to run away.
It’s not that we haven’t experienced crusade before, it’s just that there has never been a battle of this scale.
Just defeat the leader...
That person...
Gonbu narrowed his eyes.
No, this is not a sheep.
Lu Zhengkang's eyes contacted the Dharma King.
Gonpot suddenly trembled.
The world was swallowed up by those eyes. He only saw a large area of darkness and chaos. The silent turbulence impacted his body. He felt severe pain and frowned. This was not unbearable for him. This terrible scene
If the world could only give him mental torture, then Gonpot would never give in.
A bit of white light lit up in the dark place, expanded, and stretched out a huge body.
The pair of jade-like antlers released a clear glow, and on the solemn face, a pair of gentle eyes looked at him.
Gonpot felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by this superior gaze. He felt that his life trajectory was being unfolded, as if his memory was being made into a book.
In fact, this is indeed the case. This Dharma King has been insulting the kindness of human nature throughout his life. His philosophy is violence and terror. All those who should be defeated by him are enslaved by him.
Gonpot saw the boundless anger turning into an ocean, and he was suddenly thrown into it by a pair of palms, and the flames poured into his chest along his nose.
Burning, this incomparable pain.
Gonpot's twisted face showed a ferocious smile.
Three long rainbows lit up in his withered body, six more round wheels lit up, and stars in the sky above his head also lit up.
To escape from terror is to escape from hell.
The first level of God, the supreme yoga method!
The illusion in front of him was shattered. Gonbu moved his eyes away, not daring to look at Lu Zhengkang again.
Next to him, Mingwang Samdrup asked with concern: "His Holiness, are you okay?"
Gonpo sighed, "My friends, the boundless Great Sun Tathagata Dharma will face its greatest enemy today."
"Namo's Master, Sakyamuni Buddha." The lamas chanted the Buddha's name in unison, with a solemn and solemn posture, as if they were a group of great martyrs.
No matter how long the journey is, it will eventually come to an end. After three months of sleepless trek, Lu Zhengkang finally arrived here.
All the monks also saw his physical form for the first time.
Suddenly, many young lamas were unsteady on their feet, shivering and wanted to kneel down, but they were immediately stopped by the people around them.
Gonpo stepped forward and asked, "What is the purpose of this master?"
Lu Yuan Bodhisattva smiled, stretched out his right palm, and a small Mount Sumeru floated in his palm.
His voice was deep and deep, like the sound of a bell in an empty valley, echoing for thousands of miles without fading.
"Evil heretics, today I will send you to severe reincarnation!"
Before he finished speaking, Gonbu's expression suddenly changed and he suddenly waved his palm.
A giant Buddha appeared in the sky, shining with golden light, and also extended its palms.
A large palm print flew out from Gongfu's hand, carrying a strong wind that covered a hundred feet in radius. The earth shook, stone bricks shattered and flew, and the sky changed color for a while, and the sun and moon lost light!
There is no difference between misunderstanding and misunderstanding, the Buddha is born as one, the Great Sun Tathagata palms!
