Xuanchansu has a very long history. Legend has it that several Buddhas with unparalleled talents and monstrous strength were born in history. They were important existences even in the upper world. However, without exception, they all returned to this world in the end. As for
No one knows what realm it has reached, but it must be an existence above the Void-Breaking Realm.
Xuanchan Temple has a constant flow of pilgrims, mostly secular people, who come here to pray for blessings or to beg for a child. There is an endless stream and the incense is very strong.
Mo Chu followed the flow of people and slowly walked up the stairs that seemed to lead to the sky.
There are many green lanterns on the stairs on both sides. There is no wick inside, but the golden sacred stones slowly hanging among the green lanterns.
According to those pilgrims, it is even more spectacular at night, with the lights swaying, and just a glance can make people calm down.
People can't help but sigh at the strong financial resources of Xuanzen Temple. Just the sacred stones used as lamp wicks cost a lot of money, and the stones used to cast the steps under the feet are also extremely precious.
"It is said that Buddha used gold bricks to pave the floor when he preached. Now it seems that Buddha's sermons were not so grand!" Bai Shang murmured, stepping up the steps step by step.
"That was when the Buddha had just become a Buddha, and he should have been in a land of mortals. Now that Buddha, who is so high above us, might not even be teaching sutras!" Mo Chu glanced at Bai Shang and said slowly.
"I fucking love that kind of grand performance. It would be so grand if I could talk about sword skills from a high position that day!" Bai Shang said with a proud smile, "There is no need to pave the floor with gold bricks, just get some
Just pave the floor with jade bricks!"
"Don't talk nonsense. With your sword skills, you can't beat me?" Mo Chu curled his lips.
"Isn't it normal that I can't beat you? It's weird for a pervert like you to be able to beat you!" Bai Shang murmured, "I'm only a little behind you anyway. Maybe I can fight with that guy Mo Qian."
Tie!”
Mo Chu and Bai Shang continued to walk up, one step after another, just like those pilgrims. The two of them came here to ask for help, but they really couldn't fly in the air. If they annoyed those who lived in seclusion in the Xuanchan Temple, the largest Buddhist sect in Xizhou,
For the eminent monks inside, if someone doesn't borrow it, then the gain outweighs the loss.
The two of them walked while admiring the scenery. The scene of Xuanzen Temple was really spectacular. There were nine huge Buddha statues surrounding it, forming an encirclement, enclosing all the eighty-one halls of Xuanzen Temple. The Buddha statues were shining with brilliance, and behind them
That halo of light is condensed with great magic power, and the Buddha's power is extremely brilliant.
The nine Buddha statues are all statues of the legendary Buddha. They have kind faces, the Buddha's eyes are slightly closed, and his hands are clasped together, as if he is chanting sutras and chanting, and the majestic Buddha's voice can be faintly heard.
The two of them continued to walk forward, and the hall at the top was even more magnificent, with golden glazed tiles shining brightly.
People of the world worship Buddha and seek blessings in the highest and largest Mahavira Hall, where the incense is even more prosperous.
In front of the door is a huge incense burner. There are many auspicious Buddhist beasts such as the golden-winged roc on the burner. There are even more auspicious beasts such as unicorns on it. There is also an eight-part celestial dragon that seems to be flying, and its eyes seem to be shining with golden light.
Full of energy.
At the front is a more solemn Buddha statue, and in front are several futons wrapped in yellow cloth. On the tribute table in front of the futons are not only the rare spiritual fruits in the world, each one can be placed outside.
This caused a lot of looting by the monks.
Even the tribute table was extremely extraordinary, and even Mo Chu had never seen that kind of material.
According to Elder Jian, most of the treasures existing in Xuanchan Temple were brought from the upper world and are extremely extraordinary. Among them, there are many treasures that are comparable to the Yun Gun, and there are even some that are better than the Yun Gun.
Gun object.
It was not until later that the military fortune was cut off, and those who once broke through the border
No one who went to the upper world has ever come back.
Mo Chu thought of those amazingly talented Qinglian Lords, and felt that there was some great secret inside. According to Elder Jian and Lin Changfeng, when their luck was cut off, those people were more resentful.
There seems to be some sworn hatred.
And after that, those people helped Taixu Mountain to kill all the masters who were at the Broken Void Realm and above, causing a huge massacre. It was a huge disaster, and the entire Ferocious Domain Sect was wiped out.
After seven or eight years, Tongtianmen also exhausted all its resources to survive.
Mo Chu and Mo Qian stood side by side and walked forward, lighting three sticks of incense in the incense burner at the door, and then walked into the main hall.
Mo Chu and Bai Shang stood side by side, staring at the Buddha's face, listening to the majestic Buddha's voice, and were lost in thought.
Mo Chu looked at the Buddha statue and frowned slightly, "I seem to have seen it somewhere!"
Bai Shangmochu was startled by his soft words, "You're talking nonsense, this is Buddha, how could you have seen him before?"
"Maybe I remembered it wrong!" Mo Chu murmured. A thought flashed through Mo Chu's mind. Mo Chu seemed to have seen the face of this Buddha statue before.
Grandpa Mo Chu used to like to go to the temple in the unknown city to talk about scriptures with the old abbot. Mo Chu would often go there together. What surprised Mo Chu was that the face of the Buddha statue was roughly the same as that of the old abbot.
resemblance.
Mo Chu came back to his senses and stopped thinking about this matter. He turned to look at a young monk standing next to him. The monk had a handsome face, a red mole on his eyebrows, and his robes were taken care of meticulously. If there were those three
Qian Qingsi must also be a rare handsome man.
Mo Chu slowly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Excuse me, is the abbot in the temple?" Mo Chu said to the young monk.
"The benefactor is Tai Shang Mo Chu!" the young monk said with a smile.
Mo Chu was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "Exactly!"
"The abbot ordered me to wait here. He said that two noble people are coming, and now the wait is over!" the young monk said unhurriedly.
"Donor, come with me!" The young monk saluted slowly, turned around and walked in.
Mo Chu and Bai Shang heard this and quickly followed.
The three of them walked all the way through the Main Hall and came to the back of the Main Hall. They walked forward and walked up a thousand steps until they came to a not-so-grand palace and entered that palace again.
"This is the sutra storage pavilion of my temple. It is the place where I chant sutras and study Dharma on weekdays." The young monk explained.
It is full of bookshelves. On the bookshelves are widely circulated scriptures such as the Diamond Sutra, the Sixth Patriarch's Altar Sutra, the Bodhisattva Sutra, and the Nirvana Sutra. There are also many books that Mo Chu and Bai Shang have never heard of, but their names are very mysterious.
The scriptures are also in there.
Bai Shang, who was well-informed and knowledgeable, exclaimed, "It is indeed a treasure land. Just one scripture here can make the monks outside fight to death. I didn't expect there to be so many here!"
Mo Chu and Bai Shang did not stop, but followed the young monk out of the sutra-storage pavilion and entered a square.
This square is not as grand as the square in front of the Main Hall, and is much smaller in scale. There is no incense burner, but more black wooden sticks, including many more murderous weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, which is similar to Buddhism.
There is something very different about the compassionate approach.
"This is the place where brothers and sisters practice!" the young monk said softly, his voice empty.
"Don't Buddhists emphasize compassion?" Bai Shang asked.
"Being compassionate is compassionate, but you still have to have some ability to protect yourself.
Yes!" The young monk did not speak, but Mo went out and said.
The young monk nodded slowly, "You still need to be compassionate, but you still need to have some strength. If you reach the point where the whole world is in decline, and there is nothing to persuade or teach, you still have to pick up this killing weapon to defend the common people.
no!"
The young monk gently brushed a sharp sword with his fingers: "Compassion is not a sign of mercy!"
This monk has about half a step to the level of cultivation. He is not weak outside, but he seems to be a little weak here.
Mo Chu and Bai Shang slowly walked into the square, passed through Guangguang, and came to a quiet bluestone path. Surrounding it was a scene of old trees entwined with vines, green water and a small stream.
It flows down slowly and makes a pleasant sound.
"Sure enough, this is a Buddhist treasure land. Even these flowing water and old trees have Buddhist principles!" Bai Shang smiled slightly.
"Please follow me!" the young monk said softly, and walked up the bluestone path with a solemn and powerful step.
Several people walked along the bluestone path and after nine twists and turns, they came to a thatched hut.
Mo Chu smiled slightly when he looked at the huts. Those people with advanced cultivation seemed to like this remote hut. It seemed that they had had enough of the prosperity and fame and wanted to come here to enjoy a mortal life. Mo Chu murmured in his heart, "I will be here in the future."
Don’t we have to build a hut in a remote place like Elder Jian and others?”
"We're here!" The monk's voice came slowly, pulling Mo Chu's mind back from the sky.
"What are you thinking about?" Bai Shang asked curiously.
"Good thing!" Mo Chu showed a meaningful smile and walked towards the thatched hut.
"Abbott, we are here!" the young monk said softly in front of the hut, very respectfully.
"Come in!" A slightly older but energetic voice came from inside the hut.
"Two donors, the young monk will not go in!" The monk saluted slowly, and then returned along the bluestone path.
Mo Chu and Bai Shang tidied up their somewhat messy clothes, and then slowly walked inside.
When you first enter it, the first thing you see is a portrait of Buddha. Apart from this portrait of Buddha, there is nothing else, not even a candlelight.
The two of them looked to the side and saw a futon deep in the room with an old monk sitting cross-legged on it.
The old monk has a kind face, white eyebrows and white beard, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he is smiling. He does not have a cassock on his body. Instead, he is wearing a white monk's robe, with a string of rosary beads hanging around his neck, and his hands between his legs, quietly
Look at the two of them.
"Master!" Mo Chu and Bai Shang saluted at the same time. This is the master of Xuanchan Temple.
According to what the young monk said, the abbot has not left the mountain for a long time. Even if the huge forces in Zhongzhou want to see him, they cannot. Today is an unprecedented time.
"Please sit down!" The host waved his hand gently, and two futons appeared on the ground.
The two of them bowed respectfully and then sat down, facing the old abbot.
"Old monk's name, Zhi Kong!"
Old Abbot Zhikong spoke again, "The old monk already knows the purpose of these two people!"
The two of them looked at each other with concentration.
I saw Zhikong slowly taking out a flashing bead from his arms. It looked like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone. Buddhist inscriptions were flowing all over the body, and the glorious Buddha power spread out, like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, just like a relic.
son.
At this moment, the martial arts movement in Mo Chu's tendons trembled.