This was beyond everyone's expectations. It came from dozens or even hundreds of miles away. It was deafening and enlightening, making people feel like they were being baptized, enlightened and enlightened, and everything about themselves was purified.
The ancient temple bell in the mountains, the Buddha under the Bodhi tree, all this is like a dream. There is not a single dust in this place. Sakyamuni is motionless. He cannot speak the Dharma but spreads it to the vast world.
"You are late, Lingshan has been closed, and the world will not reappear until the sea dries up." A wave of waves came, and the figure with closed eyes under the bodhi tree whispered, as if talking to them across time and space.
"Buddha!" Simoti and others shouted, kowtowing constantly. They heard the real Buddha talking to them, and they were extremely excited.
"Why is it late? We are here holding the sacred object that opens the ancient road to Lingshan." Ye Fan stood not far from the Bodhi tree and asked for advice.
"The spiritual mountain has dried up, and it is difficult to appear in the world. Although there are holy objects, there are no secret words, and the road cannot be opened." Sakyamuni remained motionless, as if sitting cross-legged in ancient times, or as if he was preaching in the future, overflowing with wisps of holy waves of the great road, forming a
The divine wheel makes him look extraordinary.
Ye Fan was surprised and doubtful. Is this really Sakyamuni? Hasn't he crossed the sky and entered the depths of the starry sky? How could he be seen here?
Back then, he had seen the back of Emperor Wushi in the Purple Mountain. At first he thought it was real, but then he found out that it was just a shadow imprinted many thousands of years ago.
Is this the same as what you see with your own eyes? But why can you talk to them and merge with the great road of heaven and earth? There is an unworldly aura flowing that suppresses the heavens for all eternity.
"The road to Lingshan ends at the end." Under the ancient Bodhi tree, this otherworldly middle-aged man whispered, his eyes still closed, his expression peaceful and tranquil, every fallen flower was shining brightly, embodying the charm of the avenue.
Simoti and others retreated after receiving the decree, but Ye Fan did not move, because at this time he saw that the green ancient Bodhi tree was petrifying, and even the man under the tree became a statue.
The fallen flowers fell and fell to the ground as stone flowers. The fluctuations of life disappeared and everything they saw became stone sculptures. They were very different from before. This is the power of Buddhism.
Ye Fan was relieved. Sakyamuni walked along the ancient road in the starry sky. It is impossible for him to still be on the earth. All this was transformed by the great magic power of the past.
Moreover, if he is really a quasi-emperor, they may not be able to get so close to his physical body, where the great ways merge and everything merges. What they see is just the dharma of the past, not the body of today.
"This is..." Several old monks from India trembled.
They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten disciples. Before his true body left, the ten people worked together to shape the body of Sakyamuni Buddha and set it up on the road to Lingshan.
This must have been done by the ten disciples of the Buddha. This incarnation of Sakyamuni can show some of his magical powers. What we just saw is not false. From this, we can also infer that Lingshan is close, not far ahead.
However, Simoti and others stopped and refused to take a step forward. They followed Sakyamuni's decree and did not dare to violate it.
"Lingshan is in sight, don't you want to go in? Even if you may not succeed, why don't you go and have a closer look?" Ye Fan said.
"Sin." Several masters clasped their hands and advised Ye Fan not to leave anymore and to turn around.
Ye Fan ignored them, walked around the petrified Bodhi and Sakyamuni, and continued walking forward. Several old monks were stunned, and they all stood there and stared blankly.
The ancient road meandered for a few more miles before finally breaking off completely. A vast mountain lay looming ahead at the end of the world.
There is no life there, only a vast ocean-like fluctuation of Buddha nature. The mountain is lifeless, and not even a single auspicious beast or bird can be seen.
Ye Fan opened his third eye, but found that it was still blurry, and the vast spiritual mountain could not be clearly seen. He could only see the tranquility of the mountain and the silence of the ancient temple.
It was clearly right in front of him, only a few dozen miles away, so how could he say that Lingshan was closed? He thought about it and strode forward, even if there was no way, he wanted to move forward and make his own way.
However, the moment he took the first step, he immediately saw chaos surging and the Lingshan Mountain becoming more and more ethereal, as if he could hear the voices of ancient Buddhas chanting sutras.
Ye Fan did not stop and continued to move forward, but there was a roar of a Buddhist lion, like an Arhat reciting a mantra, holding a demon-conquering pestle and pressing towards him, which was transformed by the light of the Buddha.
With a slight scolding, he opened up the golden sanctuary, preventing any method from getting close. There was a loud "bang" sound, and the sky seemed to collapse. The demonic pestle flew upside down, and he strode forward.
In the distance, Simoti and others looked dumbfounded. Are they going to fight against the Bodhisattvas of the gods and force their way into Lingshan?!
"boom"
At this moment, the front was violent, chaos was rioting, and the Lingshan Mountain was towering, as if it was about to overwhelm and suffocate people.
"Om!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly and spoke the Buddhist mantra. At this time, he was under great pressure. Even if he was a holy body, he felt like he would be shattered into pieces.
This is the pressure of Lingshan, this is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha power, this is the power of thoughts that no one knows how many living beings gathered here in the past, no one can resist it.
The chaotic mist impacted, and the Yaksha, Asura, Gandharva, Garuda and other eight tribes appeared, which were also transformed into the divine light of Buddha nature, and rushed towards Ye Fan. Even the sound of the word Om had no such great effect and only shattered part of it.
Ye Fan fell back and endured great pressure. He believed that another person would have been shattered to pieces and died, and even his holy body could not hold on.
Lingshan is worthy of being the most famous primitive dojo in ancient times. It is inviolable and cannot be approached.
This place is guarded by an astonishing array, and it is tens or even hundreds of miles away. If you really get close, you will definitely be in disaster.
Ye Fan looked at the small stone Buddha in his hand and frowned. Without a secret message, he could not enter even with this sacred object. He thought there must be something shocking left inside, otherwise it would be impossible to protect it like this.
He knew it was difficult to get in, but he wanted to get closer to see what happened to Lingshan and why it was like this. There was a long roar, and the golden holy blood in his body boiled, like big rivers, rushing into every meridian, making bursts of thunder, shaking
The whole sky is shaking, harmonizing with the great road.
Ye Fan's whole body was glowing, he stepped on the Xingzi Jue, opened up all kinds of strange phenomena, and went straight to kill him. Finally he got closer, and with a vague glance, he saw old monks sitting on the cliff and next to the Buddhist altar, in a deathly tranquility.
There is no grass or tree, everything is withered, the spiritual springs and pools are all dry and bottomless, and there is no life at all, as if no one has ever set foot in it since ancient times.
The withered spiritual mountain!
This is the truth. Ancient temples stand tall and there are many temples, but there is not a single person, not a single Bodhisattva, not a single ancient Buddha, and no living being can be seen.
It was silent, and you could see pieces of Buddhist treasures and great vessels. They were covered in dust, but there was no living person, and it was as quiet as death.
The power of the mountain was infinite, more terrifying than a real ancient star. Ye Fan could not get close, and was knocked back by the vast fluctuations, and a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't force himself and went back. The mountain was dried up and suffered great changes. No wonder it was closed.
However, what we saw should be just the mountain gate. Everything in the depths of Lingshan Mountain was very dim. There was an ancient Bodhi tree that had lost all its leaves, but there were traces of the path, blocking the main body of Lingshan Mountain.
Moreover, at this time, the vast mountains were blurred, and the main body of Lingshan disappeared. This situation was irreversible, and it was useless for Ye Fan to use his magic power to bless the small stone Buddha in his hand.
"boom"
Finally, a vast wave of waves rushed over, and he was shaken out for more than ten miles, and everything disappeared.
The sky is blue, like a blue crystal, with a few white clouds floating by, making people feel so close to the sky that they can touch it by jumping, and the air is exceptionally fresh.
Ye Fan was stunned. He stood in the Tibetan area. The great mountains tens of thousands of feet high, the vast and unpredictable Lingshan Mountains, and the mysterious ancient roads had all become smoke and clouds, and they would never be seen again.
A few miles away, a group of monks in India were also surprised. For some reason, they suddenly came to a familiar world and the ancient road disappeared.
Ye Fan came to them across the sky, and then looked around. The altitude was very high, and there were big mountains, but they could not be compared with those just now.
"Where are they hidden? Are the ancient road and Lingshan Mountain located in the Tibetan area?" This is a common question in all of their minds.
Ye Fan asked them to wait here. He turned into a bolt of lightning and flew in the sky, releasing powerful spiritual consciousness and scanning every inch of the land. He searched carefully, but in the end he still found nothing.
Finally, he flew thousands of miles and landed on a majestic mountain range. He felt a kind of vicissitudes of life, but could not see a trace of magic. This was the majestic Kunlun across Qinghai-Tibet.
Ye Fan had a big headache for a while. Lingshan is mysterious enough. I don’t know where it is hidden, but Kunlun is definitely more extraordinary. It is the first mountain in ancient Chinese mythology and the ancestor of ten thousand veins. The legends about immortals are all related to
It's relevant!
Soon after, Ye Fan returned to city B, and another group of people returned to India. Before they parted, several masters made an appointment with him, and they would ask others for the secrets of Lingshan when they went back. Regardless of whether they gained anything or not, they would visit and consult him again.
As soon as Ye Fan came back, he felt something was wrong. The lawn outside the old villa was full of pits, as if it had been struck by lightning and was completely damaged.
This old villa has not changed much, because he carved a few simple magic circles, which are difficult to damage even if it is hit. The surrounding area is in a mess, and it is obvious that someone has done something here.
"Xiaosong!"
Ye Fan was taken aback and entered the room in a flash, but it was cold and desolate and there was nothing there.
Where did the little purple thing go? His heart suddenly became cold. He searched around the fields and called out with powerful spiritual consciousness: "Xiao Song..."
In the distance, next to a trash can, a dirty little guy timidly poked his head out, turned into a ray of purple light and rushed toward him, and immediately hung on his body, his body trembling.
"You...what's wrong?" Ye Fan's heart was far from as calm as his words, so he took it home and put it on the sofa.
Xiaosong's leg was injured, he was limping, and he was frightened. But he pretended to be relaxed. In order to make Ye Fan smile, he did a somersault to please him. He shivered in pain, but he smiled innocently.
Ye Fan felt heartbroken when he saw this. Who had hurt the little purple guy? He had murderous intent in his heart!
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