Vol 2 Chapter 883: Scarlet Sumeru

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This is a place where cognition is reversed and there is no chaos.
A hazy ghost wanders in it, knowing no direction, no purpose, no thought or consciousness, nowhere to go, nowhere to go.
I don't know how long it took, the ghost saw a ray of ‘light’ in this emptiness and chaos land.
At this moment, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in my mind.
A thought that he had never had before emerged in his heart, and once it was born, it could not be suppressed: Get out!
Get out!
The ghost gave birth to a great desire and ran madly towards the place where the ‘light’ came from. At this time, the ghost discovered that in this emptiness and chaos, there are countless existences that are indistinguishable from him.
At this time, all the ghosts were running wildly in the direction of the ‘light’, and even started to attack each other and bite.
This is a fierce battle that is silent and unknown to anyone.
I don't know how long it took, until there was no "companion" in front of him or behind, the ghost rushed into the place where the light came out madly and drunk.
boom!
Accompanied by the memory that was surging like a tide, an unimaginable pain exploded from the depths of the soul.
At this moment, the ghost roared loudly and passed it out, but it turned into a loud cry.
"I am Zhang Longfu... Da Xia Tian Shifu's direct disciple, family teacher, Zhuge, patriarch..."
The digestion of all kinds of memories took a very short, very short time, as if it took only an instant. While a big face squeezed into his line of sight, Zhang Longfu remembered his past life and his past.
Years of obsession ended, and he wandered endlessly after death. He couldn't help rolling in his heart. In the end, he returned to peace.
"The Patriarch did not kill my soul, but also sent me into reincarnation..."
Zhang Longfu's heart fluctuates: "I can reincarnate, teacher, will he be reincarnated as a human in a certain corner of the world?"
This thought came out, Zhang Longfu's heartbeat speeded up immediately, but in the next instant, a word from his side shocked his heart and almost screamed.
"My sister is crying so loudly, why doesn't my brother say a word?"
Sister, younger brother, crying...
Wait, I was crying just now!
At this point, Zhang Longfu was stunned. He had heard of human beings, whether male or female, or human or beast, but he really fell on him, and he was still a little gaffe.
But it's just a little bit. As long as the cultivation base is up, the shape of the person can be changed at a glance. It is not that important to him whether he is a man or a woman, and whether he is a man or a dog.
"younger brother....."
Zhang Longfu felt inexplicably soft. He was born as an orphan and could not remember his parents and brothers. Since he has parents and relatives in this life, he will not let them suffer the least bit of suffering.
He thought in his heart, barely piercing out the faint consciousness to perceive the surroundings, and saw a scene that he will never forget.
Beside him, a mellow and somewhat rich little guy stood up and yawned on his own, before he stood up in the air.
Then, he stepped forward with his right foot and walked seven steps in all directions, looking around, with one finger pointing upwards and the other pointing downwards, pointing to the sky and drawing the earth, and he spit out many golden lotus in his mouth.
Among the golden lotus, there seems to be the sound of unknown Zen singing echoing everywhere.
"This this......"
Zhang Longfu's mind was trembling, and the sound of Zen singing is clearly a very mysterious Buddhist sound.
It means:
Heaven and earth, I alone dominate!
"......!"
The whole house is silent.
Qiao Mo Ke held his daughter in a daze, seeing his newly born son Rinkong Qita, vomiting golden lotus, and almost exploded his scalp.
What did I give birth to...
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The sky has six layers, and the earth is divided into four continents.
Dongshengzhou, where the ancestral court of Taoism is located, the mountains are like forests, the most beautiful.
Nanzhanzhou has the most stable area and the widest plains, nurturing the most living creatures on the four continents, and the most popular.
Beijuzhou has the largest territory, but it is full of poisonous miasma, the most forbidden places, and the most chaotic and entrenched by the evils and evils that cannot be tolerated from all continents.
Xihezhou, where the ancestral court of Buddhism is located, is suspected to have collapsed due to ancient wars. It is filled with yellow sand all the year round. Only the dotted oasis is filled with people.
At this time, the sky above Xihe was also covered by dark clouds. Under the black sky, countless people were depressed. Some could not leave the door behind closed doors, and some chanted Sanskrit.
"Sage Brahma is merciful and benevolent to the world..."
Amidst the wind and rain, the old monk knelt down three steps and knocked one ten steps, facing the western pole, his eyes were pious and firm.
He is on the road of pilgrimage.
For all monks and believers in Xihezhou, there is only one holy between heaven and earth, that is, Brahma, and there is only one holy place, Xumi Mountain.
It is a pity that after a turmoil in ancient times, the Mount Xumi, which is known as the number one in the world and the number one mountain in ancient times, is no longer visible. Even the people who said that they saw Mount Xumi are mostly false.
But even so, for tens of thousands of years, there are still countless benevolent men and women who have been struggling to pursue Xumi Mountain.
They firmly believe that the holy land is eternal, and the reason why the sacred land of Foshan is not visible is that the mustard seeds of Xumi enter the mustard seeds, but as long as they are pious enough, they can definitely find Mount Xumi.
Rustle~~~
In the dense rain, the old monk knelt down for unknown times, pressed his face deeply into the sand wet by the rain, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and chanting the Buddha's name very reverently in his mouth.
He can't remember how long he has been on this pilgrimage road. He only knows that he has seen similar heavy rain dozens of times.
All I know is that the people who once walked with him ranged from mountains and seas, to a few people, to alone.
But even if his soul collapsed and his mana was weak, he was still moving forward.
"Sage Brahma is merciful and benevolent to the world..."
The old monk muttered.
He hadn't noticed the dense and continuous rain, and the divine light was shining in the distance. He ignored it, and all his energy was placed on the boundless yellow sand in front of him.
He firmly believes that Xumi Holy Land is in this endless yellow sand.
As long as you watch the yellow sand by yourself, you will be able to see Sumi.
call!
Huh~
One step, one step, one kneel, one kneel, one worship, another worship...
The old monk stepped on the yellow sand piously and mechanically. At a certain moment, when he was buried deep under the yellow sand again, a complicated and mysterious Sanskrit sound appeared on the side of his ear.
In front of his eyes, he saw the huge and sacred mountain surrounded by endless Buddha's light.
That is majesty that words can't compatible.
It is like the center of the universe, surrounded by the suns, surrounded by stars, seeming to rise from the ground, and deep into the sea of ​​stars, all the gods and celestial mountains in the world seem to be less majestic and tall than this mountain.
Even with Dharma Eyes and Divine Eyes, one cannot see the top of this mountain, or even the edge.
It lay ahead, seeming to possess the supreme supernatural power to dominate the years.
"Holy Mountain!"
Looking at the sacred mountain surrounded by the endless Buddha light, the old monk was stunned, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "How lucky is Cotto, how lucky is to see the holy mountain, how lucky is Cotto, you can see the holy mountain..."
The old monk stood up madly, forgetting everything, only the holy mountain close at hand in his eyes.
According to legend, Mount Sumeru is 84,000 years high, and there are bhikkhus, bhikkhunis, Upasai, Upayi, Asuras, King Kong, Kalan, Arahants, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Brahma.
The Brahma Sage lives on the Sumi, preaching the Buddha's scriptures, and every day there is Buddha's light shining all over the world. The Bodhisattvas stand with smiles and watch the changes of the worlds.
There are mandala flowers blooming like the sea, the heavens and people come and breathe in at sunrise, the heavenly women show their graceful dance posture, and the vajra guardians hold the precepts outside.
Endlessly beautiful, all sacred.
However, the moment the old monk stepped into Mount Xumi, he fell out of a dream like an ice cave, and uttered a horrible cry of conviction in his mouth.
"Do not!"
The old monk screamed and fell to his knees, tears and trembling, one hand was inserted into the ground, and then raised, the blood of the Buddha was flowing in his hand.
In the wind blowing, all the Buddha's light shattered, showing a horrible scene like a forest and hell, full of unknowns.
In the ruined ground like a ghost, there are corpses, bhikkhuni, vajra arhat, celestial asura, dragons and Jialan... even, there is a legendary Bodhisattva who laughed and died. .
In the yin and wind, there seemed to be endless grievances roaring, overwhelming the sound of endless Zen singing: "...dead, all dead..."
"Do not!"
The old monk yelled on his back, raised his hand suddenly, poked his eyes blind, and snarled frantically, "This is not true, it is not true! I Buddha is omnipotent, how can I be a Buddha, how can I... ..."
boom!
The light of the Buddha burst out from the old monk's body, and immediately turned into endless blood. The old monk holding up his teeth and dancing claws, roaring and laughing wildly, rushed towards the 84,000-year-old Xumi Mountain.
The holy land is like a ghost.
The fragrant wood broke, the temple collapsed, the palace was burned down, and the sand was blood-stained.
On the Qibao Step Road, bones are like mountains, countless bhikkhunis, arhats, and heavens and people crossing the corpse road. The legendary seven-fold treasure wall, seven-fold fence, seven-fold net, and seven-fold tree are all shrouded in gloom and wind.
In the huge Mount Xumi, there was only the roar of the old monk for a while, and everything was buried!
"what!"
The old monk roared like an evil spirit, and finally, at the moment when he reached the top of Mount Xumi, he was like a thunder and coughed out with a mouthful of blood wrapped in his internal organs.
On the top of Mount Xumi, there is a big Buddha cast by the Eight Treasures. At this time, the big Buddha was stained with blood and collapsed, with blood and tears hanging on half of the Buddha's face, as if crying.
"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"
"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed the Bodhisattva?!"
"Arhat, where did Arhat's head go? Haha, ooh, no, no...Brahma Sage, Brahma Sage..."
The old monk wept in despair, and after struggling towards the Buddha statue, he crawled to the only intact main hall.
His breath is like a candle in the wind, which seems to be extinguished at any time, supported by his only faith, and finally allowed him to climb to the front of the main hall.
In the next instant, the flames overflowing from nothingness burned the struggling old monk to ashes.
The flame never stopped, spreading like a water wave to the entire Sumeru Mountain, but in an instant, everything outside the mountain was turned into ashes!
"The sacred flame of nirvana, ha ha..."
A whisper came from the faintly extinguished hall.
Immediately, the dragon blood lamps lit up, reflecting the handsome old Buddha under the scarlet robes on the lotus platform guarded by the corpse of a mountain Buddha in the main hall.
The old Buddha lowered his hand to caress the Buddha in front of the corpse, whispering like a long chant:
"My way, it will be done!"
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