As the Festival of Ten Thousand Buddhas approaches in the Buddhist world, practitioners from all walks of life go to the West.
However, the road to the Western Heaven is far away. Even the closest place to the Western Heaven requires crossing a sea of golden clouds shrouded in Buddha's light. Therefore, it is impossible for those who are not cultivators of the Human Emperor to reach the Western Heaven unless they are guided by a strong person. of.
At this time, over the golden sea of clouds heading to the west, there was a golden-winged roc flying through the golden clouds, but the speed was not very fast. It was not that the golden-winged roc deliberately slowed down, but this The golden sea of clouds is extremely thick under the Buddha's light, and even traveling through it is a bit laborious.
Ye Futian and the others stood on it, admiring the sea of clouds. Above the golden sea of clouds, there was a peaceful glow, which made people feel extremely comfortable. They were bathed in the endless Buddha light. However, under this magnificent beauty, they wanted to cross the sea. Traveling across the sea of clouds is not easy.
This golden-winged roc is at the peak level of the Demon Emperor, but it still takes some time to travel through this sea of clouds, and to travel through the clouds and mists, it requires support from the realm. It can be seen that people who are below the level of the emperor want to cross this sea of clouds. Basically there aren't many opportunities.
In the distance, you can see other practitioners who are also on their way. Like them, they are moving through the sea of clouds, heading towards the west.
Xitian is the true holy land of Buddhism. When the Ten Thousand Buddhas Festival is approaching, Xitian is naturally the place with the strongest atmosphere. It is said that many Buddhas in the Western world have left their spiritual mountain monasteries and rushed to Xitian.
Finally, Ye Futian and the others crossed the golden sea of clouds, broke through the clouds, and arrived at the Western World on the day before the Ten Thousand Buddhas Festival.
Without the heavy feeling of golden clouds and mist, the golden-winged roc flew like a golden lightning, heartily, as if it had been a little depressed during the previous period and could not use its speed.
“How spectacular!”
Fang Cun lowered his head and looked down and said, "Is this the west sky?"
The place below, at a glance, is full of ancient Buddhist buildings. The whole world is bathed in the light of Buddha. The bustle is accompanied by tranquility and peace, giving people a sense of tranquility.
"It's the Western Heaven." The golden-winged roc said a human voice, and its golden eyes looked down into the sky. It was also the first time it came to the Western Heaven. It had previously practiced in the Six Desire Heaven and was the mount of Patriarch Moyun. But he has never been to this sacred place in the Buddhist world. Patriarch Moyun has been there himself without bringing it with him.
"Not only below, but also in the air." Xiao Ling looked in the distance in the void. Under the peaceful Buddha light, there were many figures walking in the air. There were many sacred beasts in the Buddhist world, many of which were mounts of the Buddha, such as gods. You can also see many figures of the Buddha such as Xiang, Listening, etc. Their bodies are surrounded by Buddha light, and even there seems to be a layer of Buddha halo behind their heads, which is extremely dazzling.
When you get here, you really feel like you have stepped into the Buddhist world, with giant Buddhas everywhere.
But this is normal. When the Ten Thousand Buddhas Festival comes, practitioners who believe in Buddhism and practice the power of Buddhism will naturally come the most, and most of the top forces in the Western world are Buddhist forces.
Nowadays, the Western world gathers in the Western Heaven, and there is a grand occasion in front of us.
The peaceful world of Xitian seems to be a place outside the world. It makes people feel that there will be no fights here, and all the people are dedicated to practicing Buddhism.
"It is rumored that everything on the Holy Land of the West is open to the public. No one is looking at the residence or the meditation place in the ancient temple. There are even ancient Buddhist scriptures in many ancient temples for reference. There are no Anyone who comes to the Western Heaven can read it directly." The golden-winged roc continued. Although he was unruly, greedy, and yearned for power, he still felt awe and yearning for this Buddhist holy land.
Whoever comes to this land will be like him.
Everyone was curious when they heard his words, and Chen Yi asked: "What if someone takes it away or destroys it directly?"
"Buddhist holy land, everything is in the eyes of Buddha. No matter what you do in this holy land, you can't escape the eyes of Buddha, and you will naturally be punished accordingly." Dapeng continued, with a few words in his voice. He has a sense of sacredness and is as unruly as he is. When he arrives at the Holy Land of the West, he still only has a sense of awe.
"Go down and take a walk." Ye Futian said, and the golden-winged roc suddenly swooped down and landed in the sky. Then it turned into a human form and the group of people landed on the ground.
The surrounding cultivators just glanced at it casually, and they were not surprised. In this land, it is not surprising that such cultivators can be seen everywhere.
Now, the top figures in the entire Western world have gathered in the Holy Land of the West.
Ye Futian and the others walked on this holy land, and people who came and went to practice could see top practitioners everywhere, many of whom were extremely extraordinary.
Ye Futian stopped in front of a building. It seemed to be a teahouse, with the scent of sandalwood filling the air, and the word "Zen" was engraved on it.
"Go in and sit down." Ye Futian said, approached the tea house, found a place to sit down, and someone immediately came forward to make tea, and he was also a monk.
After the monk made tea, he saluted Ye Futian and others with his hands clasped together, and then withdrew without making a sound.
Ye Futian nodded in return. He looked at Mo Yunzi and asked, "It seems that it is indeed as you said. All places in the Buddhist Holy Land are open to the public, but who is this monk from?"
Why would a monk be willing to make tea in a teahouse? Moreover, the monk's cultivation level is not low.
"It should also be a kind of practice." Mo Yunzi said.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded. The method of Buddhist practice is different. It can be practiced everywhere. There are all kinds of methods. There are ascetics who walk around the world all day long and see all kinds of life as a practice. There are monks who do good in the world, which is also a practice. There are people who Listening to the rain and watching bamboo in the deep mountains and wild forests is also a form of spiritual practice.
Ye Futian took a look at the teahouse. They should be all practitioners from all walks of life. Their cultivation levels are not low. Moreover, most of them are not Buddhist practitioners. They seem to be discussing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Festival.
Ye Futian picked up the tea cup and took a sip. A cool feeling penetrated into the body, making people feel peaceful.
It seems that tea is no ordinary tea either.
Outside the tea house, there was a monk in white walking on the street. He didn't make the slightest sound as he walked. His feet were bare, but there was not a trace of dust on his feet. Not only on his feet, but also on his clothes. The white clothes were also not stained with any dust.
This is a monk with no hair, his right hand is raised on his chest when he steps, and his eyes are closed even when he walks, but from his face, you can still see a handsome face.
Many people glanced at the monk. This monk gave people a very strange feeling, making people feel extremely comfortable just by looking at him.
The monk stepped into the teahouse without making a sound. It was not until he walked in front of Ye Futian and the others that Ye Futian and his party noticed the monk's presence.
"Is there something wrong, master?" Ye Futian asked with a smile.
"Master Ye." The monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were as bright as stars, clean and clear, but seemed to be bottomless.
"Master, do you know me?" Ye Futian showed a strange look and was a little surprised. He couldn't see through the monk's cultivation level, and there was no breath in his body.
But obviously, the other party will not be an ordinary monk.
"Master Ye came from China and caused an uproar in Liuyutian. How could the young monk not know about it." The monk smiled and said, making Ye Futian look wary.
When he first arrived, he was recognized by someone. Is this a coincidence
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