The sun in the sky is so dazzling.
The sun is still spinning, slowly, spinning around my head.
The ground was soft and seemed to be shaking constantly.
The air is hot and the surrounding temperature is very high. It's like a big slate burning red, hanging people on the slate, and feeling like they're being grilled by the hot stone. And the air is indeed filled with the unique burnt smell of stones that have been burned red and grilled.
A very violent wind blew from a distance, whirring loudly.
There were huge noises all around, crackling, it was the forest burning.
The towering tree hugged by several or more than a dozen people burned blazingly, and the huge tree trunk was burned until it burst open, making a thunderous noise.
At least hundreds of mountains were burning, turning the sky red.
Yin Xuuge shook his head with difficulty, and slapped himself hard on the face several times, finally regaining his consciousness. Just now, his body was blown away by a terrifying force, and he was thrown out for an unknown distance.
Ahead, that big pit with a radius of a hundred miles, should it be the original Buddhist ruins
All the Buddha statues on the cliffs have disappeared without a trace, and the caves that continuously emit Buddha light are also missing. Dozens of surrounding mountains were shattered, leaving a large crater dozens of miles deep.
In the middle of the pit, a simple and solemn Zen temple stands majestically. A layer of jade-colored glazed Buddha light surrounds the Zen courtyard that covers an area of more than ten miles. A hazy, thin silhouette of a monk is sitting cross-legged on the Buddha light, singing mantras.
"At that time, the World Honored One said, in the age of the end of Dharma, evil demons are standing in the clouds, Buddhist disciples are lying dead everywhere, and blood is flowing like rivers."
"At this time, the World Honored One weeps. At the end of the Dharma, Buddhism is in catastrophe. The Zen forest has turned into a field of rubble, and the temple has turned into a pile of bones."
"So, I ask the World-Honored One, how can we achieve liberation in the age of Dharma's end?"
"The World-Honored One lamented, the way of heaven is in ruins, where can we find relief?"
"However, the World Honored One said, God's heart is the most kind, and among the endless murderous intentions, there is always a glimmer of hope."
"At that time, the evil demons are powerful and the World Honored One cannot defeat them. However, the evil demons will eventually be destroyed and Buddhism will be revived after trillions of lifetimes."
"Therefore, in this ferocious and savage land in the far west, I cut through the thorns and thorns, wiped out the evil atmosphere, and established this secret courtyard to teach my great way. After thousands of millions of lives, some of my Buddhist disciples will come here, pass on my mantle, and then establish Buddhism. .”
"The world is in ruins, does destiny call? Man-made disaster?"
"If it is destiny, Buddhist disciples should be brave and diligent and go against heaven."
"If a man-made disaster occurs, Buddhist disciples should work bravely and diligently to turn the situation around."
The voice of the monk's shadow was thick, vigorous and powerful. The rolling sound turned into golden sound waves and swept across the mountains and forests in all directions. Countless golden lotuses fell from the sky. This situation is so majestic and solemn, so sacred and solemn that it is incredible.
Holding a rough bow and arrow, the nameless young man knelt respectfully on the cliff a hundred miles away, listening devoutly to the monk's phantom words.
Blood gurgled from Wuming's seven orifices. Just now, the four elders of the Vinaya Sect and thousands of disciples joined forces to attack. Wuming used the power of the Zen Temple's restrictions to fight hard. Although he was lucky enough to survive the attack that destroyed the world, his internal organs were also severely damaged. trauma.
A layer of warm Buddha light enveloped him and was constantly repairing his body.
The four elders of the Lu Sect, Nangong Nan, and many disciples of the Lu Sect were lying scattered in the surrounding mountains and forests. The mountain fire was raging, and as the mountain wind roared in, hundreds of mountains in all directions were ignited by the collision between the two sides.
Some disciples of the Vinaya Sect were thrown into the mountain fire by the shock wave. Their limbs were broken and their internal organs were severely injured. They were unable to move. They were burned by the raging fire and their whole bodies made "chichi" noises. The pain made them scream hoarsely.
The physical bodies of Qi Refiners are much stronger than ordinary people, and their vitality is extremely tenacious. The fire will not burn them to death for a while, just like the frogs stewed in warm water, slowly simmering their lives. This long burning is really a terrible torture.
Nangong Nan was lying crookedly on a big rock, his spine was twisted weirdly, and his spine was broken into at least seven or eight sections.
As for the four elders of the Vinaya Sect, they were the main force in the attack just now. They had the highest cultivation level, were attacked the most violently, and their injuries were even more serious. They were lying on the ground unconscious. The chests of two elders were blown away, the muscles and bones in their chests were blown to ashes, and their hearts, lungs and other internal organs were directly exposed to the air.
Their cultivation is really respectable and terrifying. With such injuries, ordinary people would have died long ago, but their hearts are still beating powerfully. What's even more shocking is that a transparent flesh-colored film is rapidly growing on their chests, covering their exposed internal organs.
"What a powerful vitality."
Yin Xuuge was horrified to see it. The four Vinaya elders did not take any life-saving elixirs, and no one provided any treatment to them. All changes in their bodies were the reactions of their bodies on their own.
When their cultivation reaches this stage, they are almost at the stage of rebirth after severed limbs and immortality after severed heads.
In the sky above the monastery, the phantom of the monk was still chanting loudly with a loud voice.
"Therefore, I am here at the Buddhist Temple of Liberation, leaving behind one hundred and eighty-nine thousand six hundred Buddhist scriptures."
"He is my disciple of Buddhism. He will teach me the great way and carry on my mantle. The next day he will bring forth the great Buddha Dharma and revive Buddhism. His merits will be immeasurable."
In the Zen courtyard, there are countless thumb-sized golden lights flying into the sky, and in each golden light, there is a faint shadow of a thick sutra. Accompanied by the loud and vigorous Sanskrit singing, these golden lights flew toward Wuming's eyebrows.
Nangong Nan roared at the top of his lungs.
"Kill this kid! Kill him!"
"Who can still move? Kill him!"
"Whoever kills this man deserves a heavy reward!"
All the disciples of the Vinaya Sect had just attacked Wuming, and Wuming had been blessed by a magical restriction in the Zen courtyard, and at that moment he had unfathomable power.
Thousands of Lu Sect disciples, including four elders, were severely injured.
The four elders were unable to regain their consciousness in a short period of time. Most of the thousands of Lu Sect disciples were burned by the mountain fire and screamed in agony. It was difficult to protect themselves at this moment.
Nangong Nan's spine was broken. Even if he took the Blood Lizard Pill, it would take more than half an hour to reconnect the spine.
But now, Wuming is accepting the Buddhist inheritance. Who knew the incredible power contained in the secret method inherited from ancient Buddhism? The ancient saint who formulated the "Law" has long since died. If Wuming acquires the power of a saint after receiving the Buddhist inheritance, it will really be a catastrophic disaster.
So Nangong Nan roared at the top of his lungs.
"Kill this evil spirit and Lu Zong will ensure that his family will be promoted to the third rank in a row!"
Yin Xuuge's heart beat violently. Are you sure that a family will be promoted to three ranks in a row
The royal family of the Kunwu Dynasty is only a third-rank family. If they are promoted to the third rank in a row, the Kunwu Dynasty will inevitably be promoted to a top power of the Tianzi first-rank level with the support of Lu Zong.
Even the Yin family, if promoted to three levels in a row, would become a first-rate force in Prince Luo's palace.
There were sporadic sounds from the side, and blood spurted from the seven orifices. Prince Qing, who was also shocked and suffered severe injuries to his internal organs, stood up in embarrassment.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, the sword hit the ground heavily. Prince Qing gritted his teeth and looked at Wuming in the distance. The temptation to be promoted to three ranks in a row, to be promoted to three ranks in a row, is too strong. If Prince Qing's Crown Prince can kill Wuming, then Prince Qing's lineage will be promoted to three levels in a row.
"Kunwu Kingdom, it seems that it would not be bad to change the owner."
Prince Qing gasped for air, took out a medicine bottle, took out three pills and threw them into his mouth, then staggered towards Wuming.
He reluctantly ran for a few steps, and a stream of light spurted out from the storage bracelet on his wrist.
In the light is a pair of magic weapons shaped like wings, with two magic talismans looming on one left and one on the right. The wings soared into the sky, bringing a breeze with them to land on Prince Qing's back, emitting countless extremely fine strands of light that were closely connected to his body.
With his wings spread, Prince Qing's body floated off the ground, bringing up a strong wind and flying towards the top of the mountain where Wuming was.
'Xingkong Method', Yin Xuuge's pupils condensed. No wonder the Ninth Princess said that the disciples of Xingkong Method are extremely difficult to kill. Their cultivation level is not at the level of soaring into the clouds and riding in the mist, but they can actually fly away with the help of magic weapons.
Moreover, Prince Qing's speed was actually more than twice as fast as Yin Jiuyou and the others relying on their own cultivation to escape.
More than a dozen pieces of gravel slid down from the high hillside. Yin Xuuge turned around and saw that the Ninth Princess was gritting her teeth and struggling to stand up from the ground.
But as soon as her body moved, her body folded together strangely.
Like Nangong Nan, Princess Ninth also broke her lumbar spine.
But she didn't have Nangong Nan's level of cultivation. Her lumbar vertebrae were broken, her face turned pale in pain, and she shed two lines of clear tears. How could she still have the strength to struggle
On the nearby hillside, figures were swaying far and near.
Except for some of the unlucky guys who were knocked to the ground and fell to death when their heads hit the ground, everyone else who could still move, including Yin Jiuyou and other members of the Yin family, struggled to get up, trying to kill Wuming and gain a future and peace. Chance.
The temptation to directly upgrade the family level to the third level is really amazing.
When Yin Jiuyou was blown away, his left arm was broken, and the broken bones protruded from his shoulders. The white bones were shocking.
But he didn't seem to feel the severe pain at the wound at all. He gritted his teeth, the vitality inside his body rolled, and a layer of light cloud smoke spurted out from under his feet, carrying his body and rushing towards the unknown direction.
Several elders of the Yin family also gritted their teeth and climbed up. They looked at the Zen Temple in the pit with strange eyes, and struggled towards Wuming with the same efforts.
"Kill him, that's it, kill him!"
Nangong Nan roared loudly, his face flushed with excitement.
It turned out to be an ancient evil relic that had been passed down. This was even more valuable than he had originally estimated.
If it were just a ruins, even if there were some exotic flowers and rare treasures inside, it would not be unusual for the Vinaya Sect.
The world of Yuanlu is so full of vitality that it is impossible to use up rare minerals, ten thousand-year elixirs and the like. Not to mention the elixir that lasts for ten thousand years, there are even sacred trees planted by ancient saints in the gate of Luzong Mountain. Every few thousand years, they can provide the Luzong with a batch of extremely precious holy fruits.
Therefore, discovering Buddhist relics, if they contain only some rare treasures, would be a great achievement, but that's all.
But in this Liberation Zen Monastery, there is actually a complete Buddhist heritage!
From the ancient times, the Buddhist heritage was passed down by the great masters of Buddhism with their supreme supernatural powers!
If the discovery of this Buddhist ruins is a huge credit, then the emergence of Buddhist heritage has made this credit soar ten thousand times out of thin air.
This is like a secular patrolman. You catch a few sneaky thieves and an ambitious gang that has stocked up a large amount of military supplies and is preparing to launch a rebellion. Can this achievement be of the same magnitude
"Kill him! I swear on the name of the Nangong family that your family will have endless benefits."
A dull breathing sound came, and an unconscious Luzong elder suddenly opened his eyes.
He coughed several times, his bones cracking and he couldn't move, so he could only laugh with all his strength.
"It's actually the inheritance of the ancient evil demon. The complete inheritance relics, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
"Kill the evil party member who received the inheritance, I will ask for credit for you."
"Kill that evil bastard, the Vinaya Sect will never be stingy with the reward."
Prince Qing let out a long roar of joy.
Nangong Nan's promise may have to be discounted, after all, his status in the Lu Sect is not high.
But the elder of the Vinaya Sect has spoken, and this is certain. As long as he kills Wuming, then King Qing's lineage will...
Kneeling on the ground, Wuming suddenly opened his eyes with golden light constantly shining between his brows.
Two golden lotus flowers rotated rapidly in his pupils. He grabbed the strong bow and suddenly drew the bow and arrow.
A little golden flame burned peacefully on the arrowhead. The flame was golden, as thick as molten glass, and looked extremely pure.
With a Sanskrit chant, arrows shot out.
Ten miles away, the arrow hit Prince Qing's heart.
A life-saving talisman on Prince Qing's body exploded, turning into a dense curtain of light that enveloped his body.
However, the golden Buddhist flames on the arrows had no power, and the light curtain was like tofu under a sharp knife, easily broken by the arrows.
The light curtain shattered and turned into wisps of burning golden flames.
There was a transparent hole as big as the mouth of a bowl on Prince Qing's chest. The wound was as smooth as a mirror, faintly glowing with golden glaze.
His body suddenly stiffened, and the wings on his back flapped gently, holding his body motionless in the air.
After about a breath, golden flames suddenly flowed out slowly from all the pores on Prince Qing's body.
Like a moth in a lamp, Crown Prince Qing was slowly burned into golden ashes with a strange smile.
"If you do this, you will gain great relief."
Wuming stood up, all the golden light and shadow had disappeared into his brows, and all the Buddhist classics and inheritance of Liberation Zen Temple were engraved in his soul.
A golden alms bowl inlaid with eight treasures flew up from the core of the monastery, bringing a bright light towards Wuming. There was a cup of clear water in the alms bowl, in which grew a few green lotus leaves and two pink and fresh lotus flowers, about the size of a baby's fist.
Yin Xuege smelled the familiar fragrance. The clear water and the lotus were all Buddhist treasures.
A drop of water can save countless lives, and a lotus flower can save all living beings.
When he looked at the lotus, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. The pure lotus, the most precious treasure of Buddhism, is also a plant of the genus Wood. If he is allowed to absorb the vast life essence in it, his physical qualifications and his life force can soar to an incredible level.
This will be extremely beneficial to his future cultivation practice.
Killing Wuming didn't appeal much to Yin Xuege. To be honest, he actually had a good impression of Wuming.
The lucky young man has inherited the Buddhist heritage, which is a good thing that Yin Xuege enjoys.
But the clear water in the alms bowl and the pure lotus flower!
It doesn't matter if you give him a lotus seed. With just one lotus seed, he is 100% sure that he can cultivate a pure lotus on his own.
Shaking his head vigorously, the Venus and black fog in front of his eyes had dissipated, and the roar in his ears had disappeared. When he was blown away just now, Yin Xuuge's luck was not bad. He didn't have many injuries on his body, just a few bruises on his body.
So he jumped up, used the fastest speed to activate the Wind Steps, and ran towards the top of the mountain where Wuming was.
As he ran, he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Master, be careful of that boy's bow and arrows, they are weird!"
Nangong Nan and the Lu Zong elder who woke up grinned at the same time.
Can it be weird
Jiejie Chanyuan is still emitting the terrifying golden glow of Buddha's light, and the powerful Buddhist power is blessing Wuming's body.
Given the mystery and power of ancient Buddhism, it is only natural that the nameless arrows carry some extraordinary powerful Buddhist flames.
"Yin Xuege, if you can kill him, you will directly become an inner disciple of the Lu Sect."
The awakened elder of Lu Zong shouted at the top of his voice, turned his head with difficulty, and looked in the direction of Yin Xuege.
The golden alms bowl flew to Wuming's head, emitting a golden glow that slowly sank towards his body.
Traces of space fluctuations spread from the golden alms bowl. This alms bowl not only houses a pure lotus, the most precious Buddhist treasure, it is also a storage magic weapon. Using the above ancient Buddhist methods, it seems that there is much storage space in the half-foot-square alms bowl.
Yin Xuuge's pace was fast, and he quickly rushed past the place where Prince Qing was killed just now.
Prince Qing's storage bracelet fell to the ground, but the golden Buddhist flames did not cause any damage to the bracelet.
Grabbing the bracelet with her backhand and clasping it on her wrist, Yin Xuege pulled out the Thunder Bow and set it on the most powerful rune arrow.
"Boy..."
Yin Xuege yelled. He wanted to call him, "Young man, suffer death." But looking at Wuming's tough and resolute dark face, and thinking of his status as a descendant of Buddhism, the word "suffer death" couldn't come out of his mouth for a long time. .
So he changed his tone and roared loudly.
"Boy, look at the arrow!"
The thunderous bow sounded, the bowstring beat, and the rune arrows roared out with a loud noise.
When the arrow breaks away from the bowstring, a thumb-thick blast of wind spurts out from the end of the arrow. The Dharma pattern on the arrow shaft gradually lights up, and a large amount of heaven and earth energy is continuously swallowed by the Dharma pattern.
As the sound of "Chi Chi" broke through the air, the speed of the arrow suddenly soared, doubling, tripling...
After breaking away from the bowstring, the arrow's flying speed suddenly increased to twenty times that of ordinary arrows.
A bit of cold light shone on the arrow, and the rapidly flying arrow was like a shooting star, pointing directly at the nameless head.
Wuming yelled subconsciously. Born in the underground world, he had an inexplicable intuition about danger.
He lowered his head and rolled forward with a loud clang sound, and the rune arrow hit the alms bowl hard.
Buddhism, the end of Dharma, inheritance...
In this chapter, I feel a little bit and have a taste. . .
(End of chapter)