At this time, the old monk came to Chu Mo's side and said: "Xudu is a Buddha who emerges once in ten thousand years. His realm has nothing to do with his cultivation. If he is enlightened, his strength will increase instantly."
"Buddha?" It was the first time Chu Mo heard such a title.
The old monk didn't explain much, but looked at Xudu's direction with his eyes, and said softly: "Xudu Xudu is hard to keep. Since you can't keep it, it's better to let him go."
Chu Mo found that the eyes of the old monk were also somewhat crystal clear at this moment. Apparently he didn't act that calm.
Rumble!
In the distant sky, dark clouds rolled, and thunder and lightning flashed. Downpours of rain poured down.
On the figure of Xudu, there is a dazzling light, like a circle of light in the rain, which is getting bigger and bigger!
In the end, in the void, a huge and incomparably huge Buddha statue was formed!
The Buddha statue sits cross-legged peacefully, clasping its hands together, its precious appearance is solemn, exuding a world-class aura.
He nodded slightly towards Chu Mo and the old monk. Then, with a bang, the Buddha statue dispersed. The dark clouds, thunder and lightning all over the sky... also dispersed.
"This is... successfully crossing the tribulation and ascending to the heaven?" Chu Mo looked at the old monk dumbfounded.
The old monk clasped his hands together: "That's good, that's good."
Chu Mo's heart was shocked. He had seen countless people who improved their cultivation quickly, and he had seen many people at the age of the little monk who had cultivated to Da Luo Jinxian. But the problem is that a monk who was still in the Mahayana stage broke through to the ascension stage in the blink of an eye, and then passed the tribulation and ascended.
This speed of improvement is beyond his imagination!
Could it be that the secret technique of this Buddhist sect is really so powerful
"Meeting is fate, let's talk." The old monk suddenly smiled and looked at Chu Mo.
Chu Mo nodded, and then followed the old monk into the ruined temple.
If you don't use the art of hope, then within a million miles, it will be extremely desolate. There are hundreds of thousands of ruined temples like the old monk's.
It's just that Chu Mo now finally understands why this land is so feared by the world. There used to be countless great Buddhas sitting here. Even if someone with the realm of the emperor really came, he could only return with hatred. Can't even go back.
A little monk Xudu was chanting sutras there, and Chu Mo felt unbearable. If these countless great Buddhas chanted sutras together... what kind of grand occasion would it be
"Buddhism has always been very mysterious in the hearts of the world." The old monk boiled a pot of water, made a cup of tea for Chu Mo, and then said quietly: "There are also many misunderstandings."
Chu Mo took the tea, and there was a burst of fragrance immediately, with a refreshing feeling, he couldn't help praising: "Good tea!"
"It's just some ordinary tea trees in the mountains, and the growth environment is better." The old monk said lightly.
Chu Mo took a sip lightly, and a faint bitter taste came, and then, there was a feeling of sweetness, and his tongue was full of fluid. He closed his eyes slightly, savored it for a while, then opened his eyes and asked: "Since we know there is a misunderstanding, why don't you explain it?"
The old monk shook his head: "Why do you need to explain?"
"Don't you need it?" Chu Mo asked back.
"The benefactor has heard about it before, isn't it still here?" The old monk said with a smile.
"..." Chu Mo was speechless for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I have a special reason."
"Everyone who can come here has a special reason." The old monk got up and refilled Chu Mo's teacup, and then said calmly: "Buddhism has always been about not fighting, not grabbing, not being high-profile, not restless, the world's Some slanderous words, make peace with us?"
"Can you really deal with it calmly?" Chu Mo asked with some disbelief: "I've never been angry and cared? I think Xu Du cares a lot."
The old monk smiled: "Xudu took another road. The Buddha has a compassionate heart to save all living beings, and he also has an angry-eyed Vajra to subdue demons and demons! Those who can be saved will be saved, and those who can't... If it is suppressed, why not?"
"Suppression? There are times when Buddhism is so domineering?" Chu Mo was a little surprised.
"Hehe, what kind of arrogance is this? When Buddhism was truly glorious and prosperous, even the great sage could easily suppress it..." The old monk said this, then he stopped talking, looked at Chu Mo and said, "I saw that you have the breath of death , but the aura is neutral and peaceful, and there is not much resentment in it. It is obviously blessed by a magic circle such as cultivating the soul. That's why the old monk was able to guess your reason for coming, and it's not a bluff."
Chu Mo took out the bead, his expression became a little depressed, and he said softly: "My family members are all affected by me, so they became like this. No matter what, I want them to live without pain. There will always be One day, I'll bring them back to life."
The old monk glanced at Chu Mo, his eyes were full of deep meaning, he smiled and said, "You can do it!"
Chu Mo saluted the old monk: "Thank you very much for this matter!"
"It's just a little effort, and the benefactor doesn't need to worry about it. This matter is actually a good thing for my Buddhist school." The old monk said.
"What do you mean?" Chu Mo raised his head in confusion.
The old monk shook his head: "It's just a cause and effect, and it's meaningless to say it now."
As the old monk said, he led Chu Mo to the depths of the Buddhist Pure Land. Along the way, Chu Mo did not use the technique of gazing at Qi to look around. But you can feel the pure and majestic power coming from your body!
It really is not an ordinary place!
Chu Mo sighed inwardly.
The old monk finally led Chu Mo to a small temple covering an area of tens of acres. The main hall of the small temple enshrined a bronze Buddha statue, which looked very old. But the Buddha statue is spotless and very clean.
The old monk enshrined the bead in front of the Buddha statue, and then he began to chant sutras.
At this time, from nowhere, a group of people came in one after another, there were twenty or thirty people. It seems that he is not young. After entering, he sat quietly on the futon in the main hall and chanted scriptures with the old monk.
At this time, Chu Mo looked at the bead that sealed his family, and could clearly feel a peaceful atmosphere coming from it. There seemed to be a little joy in that breath.
In an instant, Chu Mo's tears almost fell.
"I'm sorry for you!"
"I'm the one who hurt you!"
"I didn't send you here until today, sorry for making you suffer!"
Chu Mo took a deep breath, then stood there quietly, listening to the group of people chanting.
The scriptures were obscure and difficult to understand, but there was a calming tranquility in that voice. It seems that at this moment, all the troubles can be forgotten.
As Chu Mo listened, he felt like sinking into it.
But when he wants to wake up, he can wake up at any time. There is no feeling of being forced to degree in the legend at all.
"It seems that the rumors may not all be true." Chu Mo sighed inwardly.
At this moment, a melodious bell sounded suddenly from afar.
when!
when!
when!
The bell rang eighteen times in all.
When the bell rang for the last time, the old monk and a group of people in the room just stopped chanting.
The old monk raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and looked at Chu Mo: "The karma is coming, you might as well face it with me."