How powerful is the power of immortals and buddhas? But it was easily squeezed away, the colorful streamer and the golden avenue, after shaking for a while, finally chose to compromise and evacuated automatically for a certain distance.
This kind of domineering behavior is shockingly speechless.
I looked up at the sky, and all I could see was the yellow air masses like the emperor canopy. It occupies most of the sky, and it is unimaginable.
After the air mass, I don't know anything, it hasn't appeared yet, and people can't help but kneel down and worship.
Maybe it was because the canopy was too showy, the vortex of the Tao suddenly shattered the surrounding sky, and a magnificent hall appeared from behind the sky.
That is the steps in front of the temple, like turquoise jade, from which a thick fairy spirit gushes out. Wherever the fairy gas goes, everything is born out of thin air. Birth and death, like a world in front of your eyes.
I vaguely saw two golden armor gods standing on the steps. Although their figures were covered by immortal spirits, the heavy pressure was already unbearable. A large number of practitioners on the Motianling fell to their knees, not daring to get up.
What they cultivate is inheritance, and in the inheritance, most of them belong to the Tao.
Faced with the concrete manifestation of Tao, how can ordinary practitioners bear those immortals that only exist in legends
At this time, a large number of people flew over in the distance. They climbed the Motianling Mountains and bowed their heads to the glorious hall. I saw at a glance that Zhang Tianshi, the leader of the Taoist School, was among those kneeling down to worship immortals.
Obviously, Dao Sect had seen the sky change and knew that the Patriarch is about to return, so naturally he ran here from Longhu Mountain in order to welcome the immortal as soon as possible.
In Lian Daozhen's eyes, Dao Sect had judged human beings in this way. But strictly speaking, Daomen is not wrong.
Before they enter the mountain to practice, they must worship the ancestor, and even when they are about to die, they must worship the ancestor. Patriarch is their spiritual support. Therefore, when the Patriarch, who is worshipped by countless disciples in the portrait, is about to return, the people in the Taoist School are excited and understandable.
However, the lower realm of the fairy Buddha is not helping humans. Since Daomen welcomes immortals, naturally they will not consider issues from the perspective of human beings. At this time, let alone they help the immortals, even if they do not act, they will cause a huge blow to mankind.
At the same time, numerous Buddhist horns sounded from the bottom of the mountain. I glanced at it, and saw piles of bald monks chanting scriptures under the mountain.
Dozens of people clambered up and gave big gifts to the golden avenue. Among them, the seventeen arhats of Buddhism are very eye-catching.
After the salute, they saw that the old Bodhisattva was besieged by many ancient beasts, and they shouted angrily, joined the battle group, and beat the ancient beasts everywhere.
Although Arhat is not too powerful, the ancient beasts are weaker than them. With the help of these seventeen Arhats, the old Bodhisattva of Jiming Temple got free, so he opened his eyes and looked at the book of sages floating in the air.
My heart tightened. Although Ji Sun's body can break the world barrier, it is still unknown whether he can break through the bodhisattva's wishful magical powers. I don't have any experience in this area, so I naturally feel less confident in my heart, and I am afraid that the old monk will suddenly come to grab it.
Fortunately, the two breaths of witches were also locked on the wooden book far away, making the old monk throw a rat avoidance device and dare not act rashly.
At this time, the golden avenue was like a sharp blade, shredding the endless void. An extremely tall, golden light shrouded in a mountain peak with bursts of singing voices, accompanied by thunder light, slowly drilled out from behind the sky.
I don't know how high or wide the mountain is. It looks far away, but it seems very close. I can vaguely see that there is a temple on the mountain, which is no more glorious than the fairy hall, but it looks more mysterious.
Those Arhats who had come to my wedding banquet shouted in joy: "It's Lingshan!"
I was stunned. According to legend, Lingshan was the place where the Blessed One practiced and where the Buddhas lived, and was the source of Western bliss. The appearance of Lingshan means that the Buddha is also about to come.
The vortex of Dao's power constantly involved the magnificent and magnificent hall, making it more and more places to get out of the sky.
Gradually, the steps of the entire hall were exposed, and I could see clearly where the hall was, it was just the gateposts as tall as a mountain.
The tall and scary pillars are engraved with various patterns, and the celestial aura continuously transforms into dragons, phoenixes, birds and beasts, making people look dazzling. Just the doorpost, the building was more beautiful than any palace in the world, and then, I was shocked to see that above the doorpost, three big characters with golden light were written: "Nantian Gate!"
These three words are more shocking than anything. According to legend, the only gateway to the Heavenly Palace, Nantian Gate, actually appeared in front of me. The two vague gods standing on the steps should be the heavenly soldiers guarding the Nantian Gate.
And not knowing how far behind this world-shocking Nantian Gate, a golden temple looming on top of the earth, surrounded by layers of clouds. I think that might be the legendary heaven.
Just a portal, has made people look up, the power of the immortal is too strong...
In contrast, the Buddhas appear to be much lower-key.
Although Lingshan is much larger than Nantianmen, it does not have such a shocking picture that it makes people feel that the mountain is empty.
At this time, the old Bodhisattva of Jiming Temple suddenly said: "True is true and false, false is true, false is true, emptiness is existence, emptiness is nothing, the donor is blinded to see the truth."
Bodhisattva's magical powers are much more powerful than Arhat's magical powers. Even though I have become a real Jisun, the old Bodhisattva still sees through my inner thoughts. I glanced at Lingshan again, and then said to him: "It doesn't matter whether it's fake or real, whether it's empty or not, what does it have to do with me. As for the truth... I am a human being, so I believe a word very much, seeing is believing." "
The old monk shook his head and said no more.
At this moment, I suddenly felt a strange breath coming from my side.
The breath is a bit chaotic, like many kinds of power mixed together, but it also gives people a feeling of incomparable harmony. I turned my head, and immediately saw in horror that Lian Daozhen turned into five...
To be more precise, he seems to be constantly moving fast, so afterimages are produced, which makes people feel that he has become a lot.
But in fact, I know that it is not an afterimage.
Because every Lian Daozhen is a different color.
Golden, earthy, red, cyan, and... black.
The five links are really like phantoms. From time to time, there are golden emperors, pillars of fire, black swords and other things constantly emerging and quickly dissipating.
The breath in his body didn't give me that strong feeling, but I have no doubt that once he wakes up, it will be stronger than before.
This is something that makes me extremely happy. A powerful Lian Daozhen is undoubtedly a booster to excite mankind.
He is there, human beings will not fall!
He is there, there is hope for mankind!
At the same time that Lian Daozhen was abnormal, the golden light on Monk Jueming's body was also more radiant.
He was almost completely transformed into a golden avenue before. Although he was rescued by Ah Da, he shrank like a mini dwarf. What is surprising is that he is not dead, he is still alive and healthy.
Now, that golden light masterpiece has made his body swell continuously.
The old Bodhisattva surrounded by the arhats turned his head and looked around. He couldn't help putting his hands together, chanting the Buddha's name, and said, "Although I have no great wishes, I become a Bodhisattva. My Buddha is compassionate...
What he said meant to belittle Monk Jue Ming, but I was not in the mood to care about him, I just felt happy.
Hearing what the old monk said, the monk Jueming will become a bodhisattva.
Unexpectedly, he almost died, and after coming back to life, he broke through himself. I really responded to that sentence, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a blessing.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Monk Jueming had recovered as usual, and even the monk's clothes were exactly the same as before.
He was standing in a pool of blood, and the surrounding land was covered by the boundless Buddha's light, and the black soil under his feet returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon after, the golden light in the sky retracted, and Monk Jueming opened his eyes. He first raised his head and looked at Lingshan, clasped his hands together, but did not recite the Buddha, but knelt on the ground and knocked his head vigorously.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear a sigh coming from the void, and that voice seemed to regret something.
Monk Jueming didn't say a word, and after standing up again, I felt that he was completely new.
This monk seems to have already figured it out. I think this may be the same as the truth he realized when he became a bodhisattva. (End of this chapter)