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This is a place where cognition is reversed and there is nothingness and chaos.

A wispy ghost wandered in it, with no direction, no purpose, no thought, no awareness, no where to go, no where to go.

I don't know how long it took, the ghost saw a trace of 'light' in this place of nothingness and chaos.

At this moment, a thunderbolt seemed to explode in his mind.

A thought that had never occurred in his mind was born in his mind, and once it was born, it was irresistible: Get out!

go out!

Gloomy Soul gave birth to a great desire, and ran frantically towards the place where the 'light' came from. At this time, Gloomy Soul discovered that in this emptiness and chaos, there are countless existences that are indistinguishable from themselves.

At this time, all the ghosts were running wildly in the direction of the 'light', and even started to attack and bite each other.

It was a **** battle that was silent and unknown to anyone.

I don't know how long it took, until there were no more 'companions' in front of him, and the ghost rushed into the place where the light came out in a daze and madness.

boom!

Along with the memories surging like a tide, a huge and unimaginable pain exploded from the depths of the soul.

At this moment, the ghost roared loudly and passed it out, but it became a loud cry.

"I'm Zhang Longfu... Da Xia Shifu's direct disciple, family teacher, Zhuge, ancestor..."

The digestion time of all kinds of memories is very short, very short, it seems that only a moment, while a big face squeezed into his line of sight, Zhang Longfu remembered his previous life and his past.

Years of obsession ended, endless wandering after death, tumbling in his heart, and in the end, he returned to peace.

"The Patriarch did not kill my soul, but sent me into reincarnation..."

Zhang Longfu's heart was fluctuating: "I can be reincarnated, teacher, will he also be reincarnated as a human in some corner of the world?"

As soon as this thought came to him, Zhang Longfu's heart beat faster, but in the next moment, a sentence came from his side, which shocked his heart and almost cried out.

"My elder sister is crying so loudly, why is my younger brother silent?"

Sister, brother, cry....

Wait, I was crying just now!

Thinking of this, Zhang Longfu was stunned. He had heard of the world of people, whether male or female, or human or beast, but when it really fell on him, he was still a little complacent.

But it's just a little bit. As long as the cultivation level goes up, the form of a person can be changed with a single finger. It is not so important to him whether it is a man or a woman, a man or a dog.

"Little brother....."

Zhang Longfu felt inexplicably soft in his heart. He was an orphan in his previous life and could not remember his parents and brothers. Since he has parents and relatives in this life, he will not let them suffer at all.

He thought in his heart, barely reaching out his weak consciousness to perceive the surroundings, and he saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.

Beside him, a mellow and somewhat rich little guy stood up on his own, yawned, and stood up in the air.

Then, he stepped forward with his right foot, walked seven steps in all directions, looked around, pointed the tip of one finger upwards, and pointed the tip of the other finger downwards.

Among the golden lotuses, there seems to be an unknown Chan singing sound resounding in all directions.

"This this......"

Zhang Longfu's mind was trembling, and the sound of this Zen singing was clearly a very mysterious Buddha sound.

It means:

Heaven and earth, I am the only one!

"......!"

The whole house is silent.

Qiao Moke hugged his daughter in a daze, and saw his newborn son Linkong Qitao, who was just born for a while, vomited golden lotus, and his scalp almost exploded.

What has happened to me...

......

The sky has six levels, and the earth is divided into four continents.

Dongshengzhou, where the ancestral court of Taoism is located, with mountains like forests, is the most beautiful.

Nanzhanzhou, with the most stable area and the widest plains, nurtures the most creatures in the four continents and is the most popular.

Beiju Continent, with the largest territory, is teeming with poisonous miasmas, and has the most forbidden places.

Xihezhou, where the ancestral courtyard of Buddhism is located, is suspected to have collapsed due to the ancient war, and the yellow sand is permeated all the year round. Only the scattered oasis is populated by people, and the rest of the land is uninhabitable.

At this time, the sky above Xihe was also covered with dark clouds, and under the dark sky, countless people were depressed, some people did not stay behind closed doors, and some people recited Sanskrit.

"The Holy Brahma is merciful, and graces the world..."

In the wind and rain in the yellow sand, the sad-faced old monk knelt every three steps and knocked every ten steps, facing the west pole, his eyes were pious and firm.

He is on a pilgrimage.

For all monks and believers in Xihe Continent, there is only one holy place between heaven and earth, that is, Brahma holy place, and there is only one holy place, which is Mount Sumeru.

It is a pity that after the turmoil in ancient times, the Mount Sumeru, which is known as the number one sacred mountain in the world and the number one mountain in ancient times, is no longer visible. Even the people who say that they have seen Mount Sumeru are mostly false.

But even so, for tens of thousands of years, there are still countless good men and women who have been searching for Mount Sumeru.

They firmly believe that the Holy Land is eternal, and the reason why they can't see the Holy Land in Foshan is just the mustard seeds of Sumeru, but as long as they are pious enough, they will definitely be able to find Mount Sumeru.

rustle~~~

In the fine and heavy rain, the old monk knelt down many times, put his face deep in the sand wet by the rain, recited the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and recited the Buddha's name with great piety 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 have traveled with him have ranged from as many as mountains and seas, to a few sporadic people, and then to alone.

But even if his Primordial Spirit is broken and his mana is not much, he is still moving forward.

"The Holy Brahma is merciful, and graces the world..."

The old monk muttered.

The dense and continuous heavy rain seemed to be unaware of him, and the dazzling light in the distance, he turned a blind eye, and put all his energy on the boundless yellow sand in front of him.

He firmly believed that the Holy Land of Sumeru was in this endless yellow sand.

As long as you look all over the yellow sand, you will be able to see Sumeru.

call!

huh~

One step, one step, one kneeling, one kneeling, one bow, another bow...

The old monk stepped on the yellow sand reverently and mechanically. At a certain moment, when he was buried under the yellow sand again, complex and mysterious Sanskrit sounds appeared on the side of his ears.

In front of his eyes, he saw that huge mountain that was shrouded in endless Buddha light and was extremely sacred and majestic.

It is a majesty that words cannot match.

It is like the center of the universe, surrounded by the sun and guarded by the stars. It seems to rise from the ground and go deep into the sea of ​​​​stars. All the gods and mountains in the world add up, it seems that they are not as majestic and tall as this mountain.

Even if you have magic eyes and divine eyes, you will not be able to see the top of this mountain, or even the edge.

It lies in front of it and seems to have the supreme divine power to dominate the years.

"Holy Mountain!"

Looking at the sacred mountain shrouded in endless Buddha light, the old monk was stunned, and two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Kotto, how lucky, to see the holy mountain, Kuto, how lucky, to see the holy mountain..."

The old monk stood up in a daze, forgetting everything, only the holy mountain that was close at hand in his eyes.

According to legend, Mount Sumeru is 84,000 yojanas high, and there are monks, nuns, Upasakas, Upasikas, Asuras, Vajras, Kalan, Arahants, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Brahma saints.

The holy Brahma resides above Sumeru, preaching the Buddha and teaching the sutras. Every day, the Buddha's light illuminates the thousands of people. All the bodhisattvas stand smiling and watch the changes of the world.

There are mandala flowers blooming like the sea, there are all heavens and people who enter and breathe in the sun, there are all gods and women dancing gracefully, and there are diamond protectors who keep the precepts outside.

Infinitely wonderful, utterly divine.

However, the moment the old monk stepped into Mount Sumeru, he fell out of his beautiful dream like falling into an ice cave, and he let out a terrifying wailing like a collapse of faith.

"No!"

With a roar, the old monk fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, trembling endlessly, one hand inserted into the ground, and then raised again, his hand was actually full of Buddha's blood.

As the gloomy wind blew, all the lights of the Buddha were shattered, revealing a terrifying scene like Senra's hell, full of ominousness.

In the dilapidated **** ground like ghosts and mythical creatures, there are corpses lying all over the place, there are monks, there are vajra arhats, there are gods and asuras, there are dragons and caramels...even, there are legendary Bodhisattvas who died laughing. .

In the yin wind, there seems to be endless resentment roaring, overpowering the endless Zen singing: "...Dead, all dead..."

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"No!"

The old monk shouted on his back, raised his hand suddenly, blinded his eyes, and roared like crazy: "This is not true, it is not true! My Buddha is omnipotent, how can I be a Buddha, how can I... ..."

boom!

The Buddha's light burst out from the old monk's body, and immediately turned into endless blood. The old monk raised his teeth and danced his claws, roared and laughed wildly, and ran towards the top of Mount Sumeru, which is 84,000 yojanas high. ~lightnovelpub.net~ The holy land is like a ghost.

The fragrant wood was broken, the temple collapsed, the palace was burnt down, and the golden sand was stained with blood.

On the Seven Treasures Step Road, the corpses are like mountains, countless bhikhunis, Arhats, gods and men are lying beside the corpse road, the legendary seven layers of treasure walls, seven layers of railings, seven layers of nets, and seven layers of walking trees, are all shrouded by the dark wind.

In the huge Mount Sumeru, there was only the sound of the old monk roaring for a while, as if everything was buried!

"what!"

In the blood and energy, the old monk roared like a ghost, and finally, at the moment when he reached the top of Mount Sumeru, he opened his mouth and coughed out blood wrapped in his internal organs.

At the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a great Buddha made of eight treasures. At this time, the great Buddha was stained with blood and half collapsed. Half of the Buddha's face was covered with blood and tears, as if crying.

"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"

"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed the Bodhisattva?!"

"Arhat, where's Arhat's head? Haha, woohoo, no, no... Brahma, Brahma..."

The old monk cried in despair, struggling to climb to the only intact main hall behind the Buddha statue.

His breath was like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished at any time. The only belief supported him and finally let him climb to the front of the main hall.

In the next instant, the flames overflowing from the void burned the old monk who was struggling to get up to ashes.

That flame never stopped, spread like a wave to the entire Mount Sumeru, but in an instant, everything outside the mountain was turned to ashes!

"Breaking Nirvana Holy Fire, hehe..."

In the dimly lit hall, there was a whisper.

Immediately, a dragon's blood lamp lit up, and reflected out of the main hall, like a handsome old Buddha under a red cassock on the lotus platform guarded by the corpse of a mountain Buddha.

The old Buddha put his hands down and stroked the Buddha in front of the corpse, whispering like a long chant:

"My way, it will be done!"