Tang Xuanming chuckled, put away his knife and left, laughing all the way.
Just on Lingshan Mountain, I saw a monster zombie that could pretend to be dead. Such an interesting thing is certainly worth laughing at.
After passing the laughable black-faced zombie, Tang Xuanming obviously speeded up. He had already seen the main road of Lingshan Mountain. He must have seen the corpses of many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas when he climbed the mountain soon.
After walking for half an hour, Tang Xuanming stopped again.
It wasn't because I saw the Great Leiyin Temple, but because the mountain road in front of me was blocked.
A giant snake is coiled there. The giant snake is as big as a hill. The entire mountain road is blocked. If you want to pass, you must defeat it.
Tang Xuanming moved forward as if taking a leisurely stroll. This giant snake was a bit stronger than the black-faced strong man before, but it was still extremely fragile to him.
With a shake of the long knife, he walked into the hunting range of the giant snake. The originally silent giant snake's eyes suddenly opened, and its blood-red eyes were like two lanterns.
The snake head, which was bigger than Tang Xuanming's body, suddenly pounced down, its huge fangs ferocious and terrifying.
court death!
Tang Xuanming's eyes narrowed, and the long knife suddenly struck down.
Rumble!
The head, which was as big as a house, fell to the ground and rolled down the mountain road.
The giant snake's headless body instinctively twitched on the ground, and the rocks cracked, but gradually became weak. Tang Xuanming tiptoed, had already passed the giant snake, and continued to climb along the mountain.
finally reached!
Tang Xuanming looked at the dilapidated Mahavira Palace in front of him, and even with his temperament, he showed a hint of joy.
The dark and terrifying Lingshan Mountain, the cracks like the fangs of a giant beast, and the never-ending violent wind always make people anxious.
Now that he could finally see a familiar building, even he felt his heart gradually calm down and then become tense again.
Knowing the truth about Lingshan, he clearly understood that the presence of the Mahavira Palace does not mean that there is a Bodhisattva to protect him, but it means that there is a dead Buddha and Bodhisattva in the Mahavira Palace.
Slowly adjusting his breath, until his momentum reached its peak, Tang Xuanming slowly walked towards the Main Hall.
As soon as he reached the door and before he entered, a terrible smell came from the hall, causing Tang Xuanming's originally smooth breathing to pause, and his thinking seemed to slow down.
I felt a heavy pressure all over my body, like the sun setting in the west and the jade rabbit falling to the ground.
Bo!
The golden body of the Tathagata is rotating, and the orifices in the body are flickering, turning into prototypes of the universe in one direction after another, breaking the terrifying atmosphere.
An old monk wearing tattered cassocks walked out of the temple. The old monk's skin was dark golden, and the wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed like dry tree bark.
What is terrifying is that the dark gold on the body of this old monk who has attained the golden body of an Arhat has faded and turned into a dead gray-white color, and the immortal golden body is covered with cracks one after another.
Tang Xuanming's expression became more solemn, and there was a hint of joy deep in his eyes.
The long knife in his hand was put away and carried on his back. Facing the terrifying existence that far surpassed the previous monsters, he calmly pushed out a palm.
Endless Buddha light bloomed in his hands, and one of the symbols shone brightly.
The golden Arhat, who had turned into a zombie, initially had a fierce and cruel look in his eyes. When Tang Xuanming's hand bloomed with endless Buddha light, his eyes became soft and gentle again, and he stared at Tang Xuanming's palm non-stop.
It is obvious that the palm of a normal person is slender and powerful, with a light golden color, but the closer it is to the Arhat, the bigger the palm becomes, and finally it seems to encompass the world and become infinitely huge.
The most loyal symbol on the palm of his hand burst into endless light, facing the slightly confused gaze of the old monk, and swallowed him into his hand.
puff!
Tang Xuanming lowered his head and looked down at his right hand.
In the palm of his right hand, a dark golden ant-like dot raised its head, it was the golden Arhat.
In the endless Buddha's light, the gray-white corpse hair on the golden Arhat's body gradually converged and became calm.
A sense of purity and peace reappeared in his body, and at that moment, he seemed to have regained the Arhat status.
Looking up at Tang Xuanming, a smile appeared on his face. A ball of golden flames rose from his feet. The immortal Arhat's golden body was reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving only a pale golden relic.
Tang Xuanming lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
Amitabha!
But before the golden Arhat finally turned into ashes, two lines of tears of blood suddenly flowed out of his eyes.
Tang Xuanming couldn't help but sigh and whispered: Ananda!
But a moment later, Tang Xuanming's face showed a look of joy again.
His guesses and ideas are real and feasible. The Buddha who has been dead for countless years on the Lingshan Mountain does not need to confront them head-on. Even if these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who have practiced to incredible levels were reversed by Ananda at the most critical moment, the Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas,
Suffering irreversible damage, even the Buddhist golden body is undergoing corpse transformation, becoming a terrifying zombie-like monster.
Even the King of Hell in the Yama Palace would be frightened to death when he walked to Lingshan. He couldn't imagine what a terrible blow Lingshan had endured back then.
However, even if a person with a golden body or above is eroded by the energy of death, there is still a shadow of Buddhism deep in his heart, which is difficult to erase.
If outsiders come here, it will be extremely difficult, of course. They have to withstand the attacks of dead Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and it will be difficult for even immortal-level figures to get out of here alive.
But if you have a very high Buddhist heritage, you can be like a fish in water and use the magical power of Buddhism to let these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas recall their memories of their lifetimes and then reach nirvana.
As for Buddhist magical powers, no one knows more than Tang Xuanming.
What he practices is the supreme magical power of Buddhism, the supreme magical power left behind by the Tathagata Buddha who was known as the transcendent one.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who use the Tathagata's divine palm to evolve these spiritual mountains will be disadvantageous in every possible way.
Turning his right palm over, the relics inside disappeared immediately.
But the grand real world on that side is becoming more and more stable, and there is a faint trend of developing to a higher level.
The pure land in the palm of the Tathagata's palm.
Originally, a palm did not have real power to support it. With Tang Xuanming's strength, it could evolve into a small space at most.
But now with the support of the relics of a golden Arhat, the strength suddenly soared, the space continued to expand, and the power was greatly improved.
Just keep going!
After pausing for a moment and a half in front of the Main Hall, Tang Xuanming truly digested and stabilized the Arhat relic and placed it in the pure land in the palm of his hand. Then Tang Xuanming stepped forward again and paused when passing by the Main Hall.
The main hall is dilapidated, with only a green lantern, whose light is like a bean, illuminating the main hall, but there is no one inside.