Overlooking the entire territory of Beiju Luzhou, in the southeast direction, there is a round area shaped like a lotus seed.
The spiritual essence is rich and the precious light is transpiring.
There is a dazzling array of treasures from heaven and earth, and resources are as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river. They are all carefully taken care of and planted in an orderly manner.
This is the Holy Land of Wisdom in Luzhou, the dojo of the Great Wisdom Mother.
Xinglian Mountains.
At this time, in the prosperous hall in the center of the mountain range, tender and melancholy sounds could be heard.
The clouds are like the wind, the flowers are bright in the sky, and the hearts of falling clams are thick in the cage.
When the weather is red, the year is full of regrets; when the cold winter comes, the clouds are auspicious.
The succubus dressed in apricot flower palace attire, with a peach-shaped face, a slender neck, and soft eyes, plays the red-burnt pipa, with melodious tunes that change her mind.
Under her feet, endless blue starlight flows slowly like a luxurious soup pool.
A dazzling array of splendid visions, spread like spring rain and cold waves, triggering waves of misty aftertaste.
This banshee, named Xin Tao, is a close disciple of Mother Dazhi.
She has a gentle temperament, is not good at fighting, and loves secular singing, dancing, etiquette and music. At this birthday party, she volunteered to perform the music "Guanghe San" for the teacher.
The melodious and beautiful melody arouses the spiritual power of heaven and earth, causing waves and ripples.
All the guests and friends who came to the banquet were all immersed in Xintao's singing and could not extricate themselves.
"Well, that's right." Mother Dazhi sat in the gauze curtain, listening to the beautiful voice, nodding her head.
"This girl, Xintao, has a deeper understanding of the Tao of Sound. It seems that this time the Demon Court will happen again, our Xinglian Mountain Range will have a new strong man."
Thinking of this, Mother Dazhi turned her head and gave instructions softly.
"Wangmei, give Xin Tao the Wanbao Tower sent by Buddhism."
"Yes!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a maid held up an exquisite pagoda and walked towards Xin Tao who was singing.
The pagodas are covered with greenery, the atmosphere is steaming, and they are as colorful as a rainbow.
The boundless brilliance turned into auspicious clouds and filled the sky, instantly attracting the admiration of all the demons.
"Hey, look, this is the West's signature Wanbao Tower."
"It is said that this treasure contains thousands of treasures, including minerals, flowers, plants, spiritual fruits, exotic animals, etc., all of which are specialties of the West."
"Mother Dazhi and Sage Chunti are both teachers and friends. How could anyone in the West fail to give their best to this birthday banquet? If you look at the sound of the cooking sound of the treasure tower, you will know that it is full of music resources, especially the ghost sound at the top of the treasure tower.
Lian, those are acquired spiritual roots!”
Keng!
The music stopped suddenly, like a box suddenly closing.
Xintao quickly put away her pipa, respectfully took Wanbaolou over, and saluted the figure in the curtain.
"Thank you teacher for the reward."
Her sweet voice and charming tone made all the demons feel ripples in their hearts.
"You silly boy, you are so polite to your teacher." Mother Dazhi said dotingly.
"The Wanbao Tower in the West is extremely precious. In addition to being able to store resources, it is also an extremely powerful defensive treasure. You should keep it and refine it in seclusion when you return."
After saying that, she flicked her fingers, and countless emerald green velvet snow came into being.
The snow scenery is beautiful, rising with the wind and scattered in the mountains.
"This is a specialty of the Xinglian Mountains. It blooms for thousands of years and bears fruit for thousands of years. It smells refreshing and tastes fragrant. You might as well taste it with me, how about it?"
"Good!"
When the demons heard this, they immediately bowed and responded. They all mobilized their means to capture the snow and ate it wholeheartedly.
Fengpiaoxu can temper flesh and blood and strengthen bones, but it is difficult to preserve and easily perishes.
If you want to make the most of something, the best way is to swallow it on the spot.
Mother Dazhi was sitting in the curtain, sipping the fragrant tea, seeing the greedy looks of the monsters, and couldn't help but sneer.
At this time, the maid Lamei suddenly came over and said with a slightly worried tone.
"Old Ancestor, the Wanbao Pavilion is a Western gift after all. Is there something wrong with you giving it directly to Master Xintao and refusing to allow Dingguang Huanxi Bodhisattva to attend the banquet?"
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
Old Mother Dazhi waved her hand extremely confidently, looked at the maid's confused look, and explained.
"Wangmei, the West is not a whole. The internal struggles and conspiracies are much more cruel than those in Luzhou, Beiju. Today's Buddhist leader is not a Western disciple, but Manjusri, the direct disciple of the past."
"The Wanbao Tower that was sent in previous years was full of Wisdom Dao resources. Now Manjusri is in charge of it, but they have all been replaced by Yin Dao. They were obviously given to Xintao. He knows that this girl is my favorite disciple, so it depends on the person.
It's just a deliberate attempt to win over him by serving food. I rewarded Xintao in public, which shows that I understand his thoughts."
"However, after all, he is not a direct lineage, and he is a Bodhisattva from outside. It is extremely inappropriate to occupy a high position. He will definitely be targeted by the two saints in the future. Although he will not be too embarrassed with the blessing of luck, the position of the leader of the West will sooner or later be handed over.
If Maitreya or the Medicine Master takes over, I refuse to attend the banquet because I want to express my feelings and don’t want to get involved in this muddy water."
The wind is full of fluff, gathering the essence of flesh and blood to provide help to the group of monsters.
The velvet snow is swaying freely, like catkins and goose feathers, falling all over the Xinglian Mountains, as turbulent as the sea water, as boundless as the sky.
All the demons were bathed in the green color, and they all praised the virtues of the wise old mother.
At the same time, Xintao walked in a hurry and left the banquet directly.
Wanbaolou was held in her arms, filled with pure Yin Dao spiritual essence, like fine wine that had been stored for several years, with a rich and long taste.
After a while, she finally returned to the cave.
With the slightest movement of thoughts, hundreds of sails swayed up, absorbing spiritual power and overflowing with fragrance.
In an instant, the sails gathered into a mysterious formation, covering up the surrounding fluctuations.
Xintao sat cross-legged, pinching her hands like orchids, urging her spiritual power to sink into Wanbao Tower.
Crunch~
As if the wheels were turning, a harsh friction sound came from inside the building.
Immediately afterwards, a vision suddenly appeared, the tower turned, and the light evaporated.
As the floors rotate, the blossoming music resources are gradually revealed in front of Xin Tao.
The most precious thing is the Ghost Sound Lotus floating at the top.
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This spiritual root belongs to the king of Chu Jiang in the underworld. It was carefully cared for and planted deep in the Forgotten River. The petals belong to ghosts and can refine the purity of the soul. The lotus seeds belong to sound and can contain frightened roars. It is an extremely rare dual-path spiritual root. p>
The real Oniyin Lotus is so big that it can cover the sky and the sun. What you see in front of you are just its sub-roots, which are less than 30% as effective as the mother body.
But for Xintao, it is already extremely precious.
This lotus flower is huge and bright, standing in the air and floating slightly, and the roars of ghosts can be heard.
Eighteen lotus seeds are pure and flawless, with ferocious evil spirits sealed inside, struggling crazily and roaring filial piety, exuding a breathtaking aura.
These evil spirits are the source of the sound of the lotus, which can continuously provide the aftertaste.
If you plant it in water and raise a dozen or so fish, the aftertaste of the sound will be greatly enhanced.
But Xin Tao obviously doesn’t want to do this.
The red-simmered pipa floated in the air, and the beautiful sound of contention suddenly sounded.
Her eyes were full of anticipation, and she actually plucked the lotus seeds down and crushed them hard.
Katcha~
Just like a mirror being shattered, with the sound of shattering, the cave instantly became ghostly.
A stooped figure walked out slowly, smoking a pipe.
"You're such a good kid, you know who knows the current affairs..."
Keng!
Before the ghost had finished speaking, the tune of the pipa suddenly became louder.
The music turns into substance and forms thousands of sharp knives, ruthlessly crushing its ghosts.
Before he could cry out and struggle, his soul was completely scattered between heaven and earth.
From beginning to end, Xintao paid no attention to it and continued to pinch the lotus seeds and crush them.
Katcha~
In the second lotus seed, there is a female ghost wearing only plain white gauze clothes.
She has a slim figure and graceful posture, like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she bows and salutes delicately.
"Little girl Liuhua, thank you sister for saving your life."
Keng!
The sharp blade came towards the face and crushed the female ghost into powder.
Xintao frowned and pinched the lotus seeds one after another.
The cave is full of ghosts and the cold wave is biting.
Evil ghosts appeared one after another, whether they were scholars, Taoist priests, or monsters... in different shapes, with attitudes ranging from joy to anger. They could not even say a word before they were chopped into pieces by sharp blades.
Xintao narrowed her eyes slightly, looking a little anxious and a little panicked.
Katcha~
Finally, she found her target in the fourteenth one.
This ghost is a middle-aged man.
He is thin and angular, wearing loose black clothes with a slightly open collar, revealing wheat-colored skin. He looks ordinary, but his eyes are extremely deep and contain a mysterious color.
Seeing this, Xintao quickly knelt down respectfully and saluted.
"Lord Manjusri, may you be blessed and safe."
……
Dafushan.
The warm and warm sunshine shines on the green bamboos all over the mountain.
Several Vajra Arhats, standing or lying down, are practicing silently in the bamboo forest.
Maitreya stood on the top of Dafu Mountain with his hands behind his back, his chest full of ambition and pride.
Since he took over the leadership position, he has opened up a monastery, cultivated cronies, and rectified the West. It can be said that he has been like a fish in water.
Nowadays, Buddhism is so grand and its merits are so frequent that all sentient beings are sincerely convinced of it and sing its merits and praises.
Thinking of this, Maitreya couldn't help but chant.
"Looking at the strong pine trees in the dim dusk, the chaotic clouds are flying across the sky calmly. When the Buddha returns, I will be shocked when I look at Hezhou."
"Okay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were several disciples behind him, clapping their hands impatiently and praising him.
"As expected of the future Buddha, I can't match such sentiments. I'm really ashamed."
"The momentum is like a rainbow and the enthusiasm is overwhelming. Teacher is really a role model for us. During this period, we have been working hard step by step and using up all our resources to occupy various territories. When the harvest is good in the future, we will definitely make a lot of money."
"Humph, Manjusri was so short-sighted that he practiced in seclusion at a critical moment, wasting great resources. We just took the opportunity to cultivate close followers, place confidants, and help future Buddhas regain their old mountains and rivers."
"That's right. Whoever has paper and pen, I will extract the verses of the future Buddha into a book and let future generations read them day and night."
At this moment, a Bodhisattva with a delicate face walked up from the foot of Dafu Mountain.
Maitreya's founding disciple, Jiaxi.
When the disciples saw Jiaxi coming, they immediately stopped talking and after saluting, they fled one after another.
Unlike many flattering disciples, Jiaxi has never been good at words, but he is serious about things and never hesitates, so he is deeply loved by Maitreya.
He has a steady personality, never gets anxious, is good at observation, and his method of handling affairs is even more steady than the teacher Maitreya.
At this time, Jiaxi's eyes were slightly worried.
"Teacher, the water area of Dafu Mountain is closed and has no source. The living water thrown in hundreds of years ago has been exhausted. If it cannot be replenished, the water area will lose its vitality, causing the bamboo forest to rot, causing heavy and irreparable losses."
"Haha, it doesn't matter." Maitreya nodded and smiled pleasantly.
His voice was as gentle as jade, with a sense of solemnity, and he said: "Although living water is good, it is expensive, and it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It is better to open up the water directly and connect it to the river. It will be more enjoyable."
"Don't forget, teacher, I am now in charge of the Buddhist sect. We have the final say in the entire Western world. We don't have to be as cautious and cautious as before. We must learn to make bold moves and move forward bravely."
When Jiaxi heard this, his eyes were a little excited. He quickly took out the scroll from his arms and suddenly unfolded it, revealing the phantom of the western boundary.
"What the teacher said is absolutely true, but around the waters of Dafu Mountain, there are eight rivers, including the Baizhi River, the Zaozhu River, and the Zidu River. I don't know which one needs to be opened up."
"Haha, only fools make choices, I'm all~"
Maitreya was pointing out the country vigorously, when suddenly his tone became blocked and he stared at the southwest of the territory with wide eyes.
His eyes widened, his breath trembled, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and his body staggered a little.
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Jiaxi asked quickly, reaching out worriedly to support the teacher.
He followed Maitreya's line of sight and saw that where he was looking was a low-lying basin that stretched for thousands of miles.
The shape of the basin is broad, low-lying, and flat on both sides, like a stupid chicken.
Ruyan Basin.
This basin has a very large area, medium spiritual resources, and countless resource sites. It is the most stable area of output in the West.
The sea of fallen trees, the blessed land of rain and dew, the green pines and the Langya Stream, Daegu Mountain, the sandy land overlooking the sea...
Their fertile land and rich products make the Ruyan Basin firmly occupy the eighth place.
Maitreya's breath was decadent and his voice was sandy as he said.
"Have you ever remembered that before Manjusri went into retreat, he was dealing with Buddhist affairs and sent several Vajra Buddhas to the Ruyan realm?"
Jiaxi nodded thoughtfully and said, "That's true. Bailu Boy, Cangxi Arhat, Lanshan Laomu and other Jie sect factions were all sent here to collect resources and quell the rebellion, as well as Samantabhadra's mount.
The white elephant is restoring the world near Daegu Mountain."
"Why are teachers so worried? The Ruyan Basin has been operated by the West for many years and has been developed to the extreme. In addition, the guardian formation is extremely powerful. This group of Jiejiao Buddhas cannot make any waves."
"Alas!" Maitreya sighed and said earnestly.
"There is no problem with the boundary of Ruyan, and there is no need to worry about the resources and sites. But don't forget that this basin is located in the southwest corner. It is the only way to go to Nanzhan Buzhou. It is also the place where Dingguang Huanxi Bodhisattva comes from the birthday feast of the Great Wisdom Mother.
It’s the only way to go back.”
"What!" Jiaxi said in shock.
"At the beginning, I thought that Jie Jie was hostile and that Manjusri deliberately sent them to this shallow land to torture them slowly. Unexpectedly, he secretly set up Chen Cang and prompted Jie Jie Buddha to form a joint attack. When Bodhisattva Dingguang Huanxi returned to the west,
, they will definitely be killed on the spot."
"Perhaps the Buddhas who intercepted his teachings did not expect this step of his plan. They might even think that it was luck that gave them the opportunity to avenge their fellow disciples."
"Bodhisattvas have fallen since the beginning of Buddhism. As a leader, I will definitely be the first to be punished by the saints. Alas, I hope Dingguang Huanxi Bodhisattva will always have good luck. After all, there is only a white elephant in the Golden Immortal Realm." p>
Maitreya was so filled with hatred that he wanted to drag Manjusri out of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to confront him, but there was no actual evidence at all. He could only place his hope on Dingguang Bodhisattva's innate escape skills.
Jiaxi knew that the situation was critical, and was about to comfort the teacher when suddenly, lightning flashed in her mind, and the news that Youdao had been abandoned suddenly appeared.
"Teacher, there are Wuyun Bodhisattva and Ma Yuan Bodhisattva in Ruyan Basin."