The blazing flames exuded golden lines, rising and falling like an endless ocean.
The sun star gathers the hope of all things in the world, and every time it rotates, it emits a mysterious and vast luster.
The pure visions of the path of fire and the path of light were entangled with each other, turning into lifelike birds transpiration, slowly rotating according to the charm of a certain vortex.
The hibiscus tree blocks out the sky and the sun. Its branches are lush and leafy, stretching its body wantonly in the scorching flames.
The pure gilded leaves are as bright as stars, with massive amounts of pure demonic writing flowing on their surface, vaguely exuding the nobility and melodiousness of ancient times.
Deep in the Sun Star, there is a simple and solemn hall, which is continuing to swallow the glow amidst the burning flames.
Lu Ya was wearing a red Taoist robe, sitting in the center of the hall, looking at Hetu Luoshu spinning in front of him, and suddenly felt a myriad of thoughts in his heart.
Hetu Luoshu slowly floated in the air, and every time the blooming light of wisdom flickered, countless mottled and messy information floated out, helping Lu Ya solve the mystery in his heart.
Wenshu was sitting opposite Lu Ya, sipping the fragrant tea carefully.
Lu Ya's expression was slightly solemn. From Manjusri's mouth, he heard the secrets of several Yuan Hui hidden by the demon clan.
Even though Lu Ya was used to seeing wind and waves, he couldn't help but panic.
"Don't worry for now, this is just my guess."
Manjusri put down the teacup in his hand and said in a particularly gentle tone.
Lu Ya nodded, but still couldn't hide the panic in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the Hetu Luoshu in front of him. In the light of wisdom, he seemed to be able to see his father's voice and smile.
In the past, his father looked for good temptations and taught him how to practice. The scenes are vivid in his mind, as if it were a lifetime ago.
Because of this, when he heard that his father had a chance to be resurrected, Lu Ya suddenly felt hard to breathe, his breathing and even his heartbeat stopped.
Seeing Lu Ya who was already in a panic, Manjusri shook his head helplessly.
He came to Lu Ya's side, stretched out his hand, and gently followed Lu Ya's back.
The warm palm made Lu Ya feel a little peaceful.
The originally restless heart gradually became calmer.
Manjusri put the Hetu Luoshu away and looked into the distance.
The flames in the sun star will last forever.
Golden light spreads everywhere, and the spiritual essence is magnificent.
This dojo, which symbolizes the glory of the demon clan, has gone through the vicissitudes of time, but it has never declined.
"Then what should I do now?" Lu Ya asked.
This sudden news instantly disrupted Lu Ya's mood and made him feel a little overwhelmed.
Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he waved his hand.
"There is no need to do anything."
"Whether the results I deduced are true or false, the final key lies in leading the saint. The saint's Great Dream Heart Sutra is still in its early stages. If you want to deduce the so-called dream come true, at least after the journey to the west is over.
, even if we can find the dreams of all the powerful monsters, we can only wait painfully."
"Besides, the prosperity of the West was based on the continuous contributions of the Monster Clan. The cause and effect here is even comparable to that of Patriarch Hongyun. Otherwise, how could you have such an unruly and unruly character in Buddhism?
Things are going so smoothly that even a direct disciple like Maitreya Medicine Master doesn't dare to show any dissatisfaction with you."
"Wait patiently. After the saint has finished deducing the dream come true, he will definitely come to you impatiently to repay the karma owed to the Lich during the calamity. All you can do now is practice hard and be quiet.
Wait for the day to come."
After hearing Manjusri's instructions, Lu Ya nodded solemnly.
He looked at the brilliant sun and stars around him, and the burden on his body became heavier and heavier.
Manjusri sacrificed Hetu Luoshu, and his whole body shone with bright light of wisdom.
These two innate spiritual treasures of wisdom and wisdom instantly bloomed with all their brilliance, tightly wrapping the entire Sun Star.
Countless scattered octagonal palace lanterns were looming in the blazing flames.
These palace lanterns look particularly exquisite, as if they are carefully polished from glazed jade, with swaying colored flames inside, and wisps of fragrance can be heard every time they are shaken.
Palace lanterns surround the hibiscus tree, forming a mysterious and magnificent formation.
In an instant, pure and vast charm condensed.
Manjusri exhaled slightly, looked at the results in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.
"With the protection of this Zhi Dao Formation, Sun Xing will not need to be afraid of the deductions of other powerful people, and you will not have to worry every day."
"Okay~"
Lu Ya stood beside him, full of joy.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and looked at Manjusri next to him.
Lu Ya coughed twice slightly, and there was a vague expectation in his words.
"After the old ministers of the Demon Court left Beiminghai and completely got rid of the shackles of Nuwa, their lives in the west were extremely nourishing. Demon Master Kunpeng specially prepared a sumptuous banquet to thank you for your support to the Demon Clan.
And I’ll take care of you more.”
"Of course that's good." Manjusri agreed with a smile.
Lu Ya nodded with a smile, and suddenly thought of the dilapidated Kunlun Mountains.
He looked at Yunhai with some sadness, his eyes dark.
"Today, the Chanjiao has completely gone to ruin. The twelve golden immortals of the Chanjiao who were so famous at the time either left the Chanjiao and joined the Western camp, or returned to the race to establish their own clan. There are also a few who joined the Heavenly Court and worked for Haotian Anlan. Looking at the entire Kunlun
Despite the development and changes of the mountain range, the only one who always guarded the dojo was Guangchengzi."
Hearing what Lu Ya said, Manjusri narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"The decline of Chan Sect is an inevitable result. Sage Yuqing has always discriminated against those who were born in an egg, but he needs to plunder the luck of his disciples to maintain the sect. This contradictory method is to dig his own grave. As a senior brother, Guangchengzi,
He bullied and insulted his fellow apprentices in all kinds of ways, and it was at his own peril that he ended up in this embarrassing situation."
Mentioning Guangchengzi, Manjusri's words suddenly became much colder.
Lu Ya shrugged and said.
"How miserable Guangchengzi's fate was, it doesn't matter to me, but it is a pity. After all, Kunlun Mountain carries your memory, and now it is declining, just like the original Demon Court, it is difficult to reunite again."
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Manjusri's eyes flickered, suddenly feeling a little funny.
Seeing the smile on his lips, Lu Ya asked with some confusion. "But did you remember anything interesting?"
Manjusri waved his hand, "I'm just a little curious, that someone with such an unruly temperament like you actually knows what tenderness is."
"You!" Lu Ya frowned and glared at the other person.
Having said this, Manjusri suddenly turned around and looked firmly into Lu Ya's eyes.
"Actually, with you, we are reunited."
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Samsung Cave.
Accompanied by soft and melodious murmurs, jade beads all over the mountains and plains were slowly scattered deep in the dust.
Several little boys wearing green robes were sitting in the ocean of pearls, holding treasure seals in their hands and listening to the sermons of Patriarch Bodhi with expressions of intoxication on their faces.
The hozen sat upright, its body shimmering with a vague luster, and countless soft and dreamy petals appeared behind it, forming a slowly rotating disk.
The indifferent vitality condensed in the soil and turned into green buds, which slowly grew out and finally formed slender and tender saplings.
The saplings shone with a green glow, as if they were forged from precious sapphire. As the breeze swayed, there was a tinkling sound.
The spiritual power of heaven and earth wandering around swarmed towards the saplings one after another, and finally turned into the crystal clear spiritual essence.
The hozen closed its eyes tightly, and under the protection of the saplings, it was frantically refining the spiritual energy around it.
Its realm continues to improve at a slow but determined rate.
There are many delicate and elegant lines on the surface of the hozen's skin, which are like continuous thin water, roaring rivers, or like the roaring and sparkling waves of the ocean.
Patriarch Bodhi has a kind face, holds a fly whisk in his hand, and sits on a shining golden lotus platform.
Behind him, a vast ocean of broken jade was revealed, flowing slowly from west to east.
Seeing the hozen immersed in the Tao Yun, Patriarch Bodhi's expression became particularly gentle.
He blew lightly towards the front, and in an instant, the sky was filled with an endless sea of clouds.
The sea of clouds exudes a bright and warm light, and there are many lotus flowers floating in it.
The lotus is about the size of a palm. It is in bud and is mainly divided into three colors: gold, silver and blue. In the blink of an eye, it floats in the depths of the sky and slowly rotates.
"It's not in vain that I spent a lot of the Three Light Divine Water during this period to refine the foundation of this hozen. It seems that this little guy will break through to the realm of spiritual immortals just around the corner."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded with great satisfaction.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the sapling behind the hozen, and he frowned helplessly.
This small sapling is the vision of Hanamichi's magical power.
There are trees in the mountains!
This magical power originally came from King Suddhodana and was specially used to refine treasures. Later, it was accidentally obtained by Manjusri in the Wanxiang Forest.
After Manjusri practiced ikebana, he did not continue the original effect of this magical power. Instead, he introduced the old and brought out the new, constantly improved it, and finally changed it into an auxiliary magical power.
After the magical power is activated, pear trees will grow around you, starting from saplings until the pear blossoms fill the sky with fruitful fruits. The entire process will enhance your understanding of the Tao Aggregate.
This magical power is particularly exquisite. It also exudes a faint light of wisdom, which can help the host solve the doubts in the heart, and can also shield the outside world from the deduction of wisdom. The fruit produced contains rich vitality and can restore injuries. The fragrance of pear blossoms, and
Helps temper the body.
Such a multi-functional magical power is deeply loved by hozens.
Because of this, every time the hozen practices, it will activate the trees on the mountain to help with its practice.
As time goes by, Hozen's understanding of ikebana gradually improves, causing the entire ikebana foundation to skyrocket.
Manjusri, holding a sparsely flowered water cypress branch, became the biggest winner.
Patriarch Bodhi thought about it many times and wanted to persuade the hozen not to use this magical power, but he never found a good excuse.
However, every time he taught painstakingly and used all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to assist the hozen in its cultivation, Manjusri would receive corresponding feedback.
This huge contrast is a bit difficult for Patriarch Bodhi to accept.
Why should I do all the dirty work?
Thinking of this, Patriarch Bodhi's calm heart suddenly stirred up waves.
As the spiritual essence surrounding it slowly condenses, the final sketch of the hozen becomes thicker and thicker, and the branches are covered with flawless white flowers.
With the gentle breeze rippling, the fragrant smell of pear blossoms suddenly swept through the entire Sanxing Cave.
The many disciples surrounding the hozen squinted their eyes slightly intoxicated. They felt the fragrance that penetrated their hearts and spleens, and their understanding of the Tao Yun gradually increased.
"Oh my, my junior brother's magical power is really amazing. It can actually enhance our understanding of the Taoist aggregates on a large scale."
"Such a white and beautiful pear blossom looks like a dream. It seems that my junior brother's realm has improved a lot."
"I heard that this magical power came from Manjusri Bodhisattva in the West. I don't know if the mountain you are using wooded by this powerful man is different from that of my junior brother."
…
Many of the disciples present couldn't help but talk among themselves, and the complicated voices made Patriarch Bodhi frown slightly.
Just as he was about to scold him in a low voice, he noticed a golden auspicious cloud floating in the distance.
The pure and abundant brilliance quietly scattered, letting the golden tassels transpire between heaven and earth.
There are two Buddhas sitting on golden lotuses, slowly coming towards the direction of Sanxing Cave.
The Buddha on the left has a kind face and holds a scroll lightly in his hand, with a brilliant and colorful sea of flowers appearing behind him.
It is none other than Biezhi Bodhisattva!
The Buddha on the right has a cold expression, with his hands behind his back, and his whole body is shining with the brilliance of the five elements.