The deep green stretches high and mighty, as calm as a blue wave pool.
Looking from a distance, you will find that the shape of this place is strange, like two broad knives intersecting and cutting across each other.
There is a simple and unpretentious thousand-story platform, exuding a faint scent of vegetation, quietly suspended in the middle of the forest.
The balcony is exquisite and wide, with a small wooden door underneath, and the surface is carved with the appearance of King Suddhodana during his lifetime.
There are still six days left before this ruins are opened.
Originally no one cared about this place, but it was a place for the survivors of Vientiane to rest and recuperate.
With the emergence of the ruins and towers, this forest sea became very lively, and many powerful people came in droves like crucian carp crossing the river.
When the entrance opens, there will be a bloody storm here.
At this time, a dusty middle-aged man came from a distance.
He looks ordinary, has bright eyes, holds a blue vase with a withered willow branch, and wears a red plum white robe.
"Hey, isn't this Manjusri who slaughtered all the demons yesterday? He is finally here."
"Looking at the red plum pattern on his body, it's clear that it was blood and flesh that dried up after being spattered. It's a good show now."
"Shut up, we'd better not provoke such evil-minded and ruthless people."
"Have you heard? Heishan is the disciple of Old Immortal Danshan, and he is about to settle a score with Manjusri."
The discussion was endless, but Manjusri walked unmoved on the outskirts of the forest. The golden wheel of merit behind him was slightly thin, like a transparent bubble, and broke when touched.
In the distance, there is a red mushroom towering into the clouds.
This is a famous lone house on the wooden road. It is one of the must-have spiritual plants when going out. It has spacious interior, fresh air and extremely comfortable.
Before Manjusri came close to the lone house, a hoarse and dull scolding came from inside: "Humph, this is my crazy lion's territory. Where did this trash come from? Get away from me quickly."
"Haha, crazy lion?" Manjusri sneered, and the moon blade suddenly flew out with sparkling light.
Phew~
A strong wind blew up, and the lone house was suddenly cut off by Lazy Yap, revealing the stunned bald man inside.
His upper body was naked, his strong muscles were covered with scars, his hair was thick and messy, and he walked out holding two giant lotus axes.
"It's really shameless to come to your crazy lion grandpa's door to seek death. You're blind... Aba Aba~"
He was yelling curses in a rough voice, when suddenly he swallowed with a look of horror.
"Senior Manjusri?"
"Of course it's me." Manjusri smiled, showing his white teeth, and the murderous intent in his eyes turned into reality.
Gudong.
The mad lion swallowed and suddenly felt cold all over.
Now, the old immortal of Danshan is searching for Manjusri all over the mountains and plains, indirectly announcing this man's evil name.
The person in front of me is very capable of killing.
"Oh my god, what have I done wrong? I can't even hide in a lonely house and eat melon." Tears rolled in the eyes of the crazy lion, but he looked ecstatic.
His mane suddenly became as soft as water, his big bell-like eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he knelt down with a smile.
"Oh my, senior Manjusri, I wish you a happy life. I will renovate the lonely house so that you can live comfortably. Come and eat melon."
The mad lion took out two yellow melons from his arms, placed them respectfully in front of Manjusri, and returned to the lone house to mobilize his spiritual power on the broken wall.
Tiny buds suddenly stretched out from the gap, growing crazily toward the sky. After a long time, the red lone house remained intact.
The aura of the wooden road bursts out quietly, and flowers stretch out and decorate the outer wall, overflowing with fragrance and gorgeous and colorful.
The mad lion rubbed his hands and said shyly.
"Senior, please don't dislike these little tricks of juniors, please come in quickly."
He is tall and majestic, with a green face and fangs. He puts on this flattering and coquettish look, as ridiculous as a funny monkey.
"Go away." Manjusri said coldly and waved his hand impatiently.
"Ah this~"
"Thank you, senior."
The mad lion replied bitterly, curled up into a ball, and rolled slowly towards the distance.
The lone house was kept extremely clean by him. Sitting in the center, Manjusri could feel the breeze blowing.
"There are countless rare treasures and practices hidden in the inheritance of King Suddhodana, but the most precious thing to me is the relics."
"If the realm is not enough, no matter how superb the strategy is, it is rootless water, as weak as a fleeting cloud. Moreover, the journey to the west is the final calamity. If we cannot seize the momentum before then, we will definitely be walking on thin ice in the future, with constraints everywhere."
"In the third year after the founding of Buddhism, Longting was born in the South China Sea, which caused thousands of immortals to compete for ancient blood. Only those who have the realm of Golden Immortal are qualified to get a share of the pie."
"Time waits for me~"
Just when Manjusri was thinking a lot, a slightly older voice suddenly came from outside.
"Is the nephew of Manjusri here? I am the old immortal of Danshan. I have admired your name for a long time, and I came here specially to pay my respects this time."
This voice was old, but extremely loud, causing the mad lion to stop rolling.
"Old Immortal Danshan? Hiss, he is the teacher of Montenegro. I heard that this old Immortal lives on the Arctic Island in the Troubled Sea, specializes in ice roads, has a cruel temper, and enjoys killing living creatures. Senior Manjusri is in danger now.
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He lay on the ground, his eyes glowing green, looking in the direction of the lone house.
"Hehehe, Old Immortal Danshan is the pinnacle of heavenly immortals. Killing Manjusri is just chopping melons and vegetables. After he dies, my little lonely house will come back."
When Manjusri walked out of the cave, he saw the high-spirited old immortal Danshan.
He has a strong build, eagle eyes and cold eyebrows, his neck is covered with sky-blue scales, and he exudes a strong aura.
Large ice crystal jade stones are dotted behind you like orchids blooming, and the infinite cold light is bone-piercing.
At this time, Old Immortal Danshan was filled with bitterness.
"Heishan is just trying to die. Who doesn't know that the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is in the hands of Manjusri. If something unexpected happens in the future and you want to be reincarnated through this treasure, you will definitely have to look at his face."
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"I really vomited. I was blocked by this trash just as I was thinking of a way out. What a sin was this."
"That's all, let's just grovel and move this storm over."
Thinking of this, Old Immortal Danshan tried his best to smile and said in a gentle tone.
"Nephew Manjusri..."
Before he could finish his words, he was mercilessly interrupted by Manjusri.
"Old Immortal Danshan, you came just in time."
When the old immortal Danshan heard this, the smile on his face became even stronger. He thought that Manjusri was broad-minded. Just as he was about to say a few words, he felt the air-conditioning around him.
Manjusri flicked his fingers, and the cold tail breathed out the cold current in his palm.
"I heard that you are a teacher from Montenegro and have been specialized in Ice Dao for tens of thousands of years. I happen to also practice Ice Dao. How about a life-and-death duel?"
Before he finished speaking, the cold moon blade surged like a sea and rolled up towards Old Immortal Danshan!