The hot wind blows and the yellow sand fills the sky.
The Western Desert is also known as the Vast Sea. Although there are many oases, compared to the Nanling Mountains, the Eastern Desert is a bitterly cold place, and is only slightly better than the Northern Territory, which is frozen all year round.
It goes without saying that the journey is difficult.
But at this moment, in the yellow sand that fills the sky, there is a line of people and dragons that is more than ten miles long, and there are thousands of camels.
"Amitabha!"
When they arrived here, the leading monks knelt down and recited Buddhist sutras, followed by tens of thousands of believers who also knelt down and recited devoutly.
Take three steps to bow, and take nine steps to kowtow.
In the wind and sand, a group of people crawled like ants towards the majestic and sacred Nirvana Mountain not far away.
Nirvana Mountain is so big that it seems like it is right in front of you thousands of miles away. It seems not far away at the moment, but the group of people walked for more than ten days and still have not reached the foot of the mountain.
Among the crowd, people fell down from time to time, either from exposure to the scorching sun or from the cold at night.
But the closer they got to Nirvana Mountain, the more devout the believers became. When they reached the foot of the mountain, the power of faith visible to the naked eye floated up like mist and submerged into the holy mountain shrouded in Buddha's light.
"Amitabha! Good, good!"
At the foot of the mountain, monks welcoming guests saw them from a distance, and they all knelt down and chanted the Buddha's name to welcome the believers.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a seemingly non-existent Zen chanting sound sounded among the crowd. It was very small at first, but soon became louder!
boom!
The extremely pure power of faith soared into the sky, causing the holy mountain to roar.
"This is?"
On the holy mountain, a monk walked out of the temple and saw the Buddha's light flowing down. He was surprised at first, then put his hands together and smiled:
"It turns out that a junior brother was promoted to Jiuyao!"
The monk walked down the mountain with a smile, only to see the power of faith rolling in, and the sound of Buddha's light and Zen singing could be heard thousands of miles away.
"With such pure faith feedback, this junior brother is afraid that his relationship with Buddhism is very deep!"
There were monks coming out of the temples on the mountainside, either alone or in groups, and came down the mountain one after another.
These monks were all surrounded by the Buddha's light, and their eyesight could penetrate thousands of miles. Following the power of faith, they looked around and landed among the crowd.
Buzz!
Among the majestic Buddhist chants was an ascetic monk who looked very old and had been baptized by wind and sand for a long time.
He stretched his hands forward and knelt on the ground. Washed by the pure power of faith, his whole body shone like a layer of gold.
"It's actually a golden Arhat?!"
"Who is that junior fellow apprentice? How could he have such a predestined relationship with the Buddha and achieve the golden body of Arhat?"
"It seems to be called Bodhidharma?!"
…
A group of monks exclaimed in surprise.
Lu Chen, who was in the Buddha's light, heard all this clearly, but he did not respond. He just knelt down at the foot of Nirvana Mountain with great piety.
The sea of laws descended and disappeared, and the golden Arhat behind him appeared and disappeared without making the slightest move.
Ten years of preaching, ten years of prostrations, and ten years of asceticism!
Finally, before the deadline, he was promoted to Jiuyao!
"Golden Arhat!"
Amidst the congratulations, Lu Chen slowly stood up. He clasped his hands and returned the greetings, but there was no joy in his heart.
After more than three thousand years of struggle in the Mountain and Sea Realm, and thirty years of hard work and worship in the Longquan Realm, he finally broke through the Gate of Jiuyao.
but……
because……
"The road is over!"
After sighing, Lu Chen suddenly raised his head.
But he saw endless Buddha light bursting out, suppressing all the wind and sand in the sky. On the holy mountain, countless temples were trembling. The fire of faith was more than ten times greater than when he became enlightened?
"This is?"
When the monks who came to greet him saw this, they all turned around.
"Buddha's heart is boundless, and he has attained the status of Bagai Arhat!!"
Bag-bag Arhat position!
The whole Nirvana Mountain was shaking and boiling, and countless believers and monks were congratulating and praising him.
Amid the uproar and shock, Lu Chen touched his chin. He probably understood.
The golden-bodied Arhat is the Jiuyao of the Ultimate Way that is widely circulated in Buddhism, while the Bag-bag Arhat is the legendary Great Jiuyao!
There are only eight people in the world and the Hengsha Buddha Kingdom who can compare with him.
The person who has achieved this level is the one who has been personally taught by the two great sages, the most powerful follower in the legend, Mi Xin, the Buddhist disciple of Nirvana Mountain!
And at this moment, the reason why his promotion to Jiuyao caused the Holy Mountain to tremble was because the cloth-bag Arhat was said to be the esoteric precursor of an extremely noble Buddha...
"Another genius!"
Lu Chen sighed, but his heart was not disturbed anymore.
In the past three thousand years, he has seen too many children of great fortune who are countless times better than him in talent, footwork, and understanding.
No matter how much envy you have, it has long been drained away.
But his calmness was completely broken the moment he opened the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals again after thirty years:
"Near, near the emperor's list?!"
…
…
Huhu~
Under the same sky, the land of the Western Desert is full of flying yellow sand, but the land of the Nanling Mountains is full of evergreen vegetation and a clear blue sky.
A group of extremely eye-catching monks walked out of another city and stopped at the official road one after another.
"Amitabha!"
Monk Kui Yin, who was as majestic as a diamond, opened the catalog of ten thousand immortals as if he had realized something.
But I saw a bright yellow light shining brightly, and the gold list was high.
"Master Nephew Mi Xin deserves to be born as a Vajra, he can actually become the Lord of Great Nine Glory!"
Monk Kuiyin put his hands on his hands and laughed, and the slight sullenness he had not been able to find for thirty years was gone.
But the smile only lasted a moment and then disappeared.
"With Mi Xin's innate magical power, he was promoted to the Great Jiu Yao Master but he couldn't even enter the Nine Yao Twenty?!"
Kuiyin was very unhappy:
"If you don't succeed, then how can Zhong Lilie get in? I'm afraid this bird feather list is inaccurate!"
"Ah? Senior brother has not reached twenty? Then how can we compete with those people for the 'Xuanqi Creation Aura'?"
"The Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals is too inaccurate! How does Zhong Lilie compare with Senior Brother Mi Xin?"
"And what about Nanling! I've never heard of its name, but it's actually on the list of near emperors..."
"Senior Brother Mi Xin is ranked twenty-two, but there are only two people in front of him. They are from the Tianli Sect. They are not worth mentioning. It is better to..."
"How virtuous and capable is the devil..."
…
Kui Yin was displeased, and all the great monks behind him were also excited, with some doubts, some frowns, and even some gearing up.
"Shut up, Lord Buddha!"
Kui Yin was very angry and slapped him with a few slaps, causing the monk to fly away:
"Which monk is like you, always fighting and killing? It has been more than thirty years, but you haven't developed any Buddha nature?"
Ignoring the crowd of disciples and grandsons who were saying "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh", Monk Kuiyin rubbed his bald head with a troubled look on his face.
“Where is the Buddha?”
Monk Kuiyin's head is as big as a bucket.
In the past thirty years, he has visited almost all the eight hundred cities in Nanling, but he has not seen many people who have the Buddha's destiny, let alone those who have the appearance of the Buddha's birth.
"If we can't find it again, Buddha will quit!"
His heart was filled with anger, and he was about to turn around and leave, but the voice coming from the Picture Book of Ten Thousand Immortals shocked his heart.
"That old guy really dares?"
With a big hand, he wiped out all traces of sound waves. After the expression on Monk Kuiyin changed several times, he looked somewhere in the southeast: