Chapter 948 Lingshan is dry

See Shakyamuni at all the way!

This was beyond everyone's expectations, and even Ye Fan was shocked. Several old monks kowtowed excitedly, and were extremely pious. They recited the Buddha's name and touched the ground with their heads.

The fallen flowers are colorful, and crystal flowers are falling, making rustling sounds, but they make the world more peaceful.

There is a Bodhi ancient tree rooted there, and a man who has become a transcendent sitting under the tree, blending with all things, and living with the great way.

He closed his eyes, and the bright flowers fell on his body. It seemed that he had never moved for thousands of years, calm and detached.

If a person is exactly the same as the Buddha statue in the temple, it is undoubtedly a strange appearance, which makes people respect and awe.

Simoti and others kowtowed step by step. They went to see Shakyamuni with great excitement. Even if he was asked to die immediately, there would be no other regrets in their hearts.

This is their great wish for life, just to see the true Buddha, to see the Tathagata, their wish came true on the ancient road leading to Lingshan, and witnessed the Buddha's posture with their own eyes.

Quasi-Indra Sakyamuni!

Ye Fan's heart also trembled. This is a person who only appears in legends. Now he has really seen it, which is beyond his expectations.

Shakyamuni was an ancient man two thousand five hundred years ago. He had great wisdom. He read the Vedas, read the Brahman teachings, and finally unified the Lingshan Mountain, created Buddhism, and left a tremendous holy name in history, spreading its name outside the ancient and modern regions.

The master from India kowtowed forward step by step, walked forward among the falling flowers, murmured in his mouth, and gradually arrived not far from the ancient Bodhi tree.

Ye Fan also moved forward. He did not kneel down, but just looked at the quasi-emperor under the tree for a moment. That extraordinary temperament made people emerge, as if they could overcome all the worries in the world.

when……

The distant mountains, the Buddhist bells are lingering, dozens or hundreds of miles apart, making people feel deafening and feeling like they were baptized, enlightened, and clear everything about themselves.

The ancient temple bell in the deep mountains and the Buddha under the Bodhi tree. All of this is like a dream. There is no dust here. Sakyamuni does not move at all, unable to speak the Dharma, but it spreads to the vast world.

You are late and the Lingshan Mountain is closed. You can only reappear in the world unless the sea is dry.A wave came, and the figure with his eyes closed under the Bodhi tree whispered, as if he was talking to them across time and space.

Buddha!Simoti kept kowtowing, and they heard the true Buddha talking to them and were so excited that they could not be more excited.

Why is it too late? We came with the holy objects that opened the ancient road of Lingshan.Ye Fan stood not far from the Bodhi tree and asked for advice.

Lingshan has withered and it is difficult to show the world. Although there are holy objects, there are no secret words and cannot open the way.Shakyamuni remained motionless, as if sitting cross-legged in ancient times, and was like preaching in the future, wisps of holy waves of the great way overflowed, forming a divine wheel, making him look extraordinary.

Ye Fan was shocked and wondered. Is this really Sakyamuni? Hasn’t he crossed the sky and entered the depths of the starry sky? How could he see it here?

Back then, he had seen the back of Emperor Wushi in Zishan. At first he thought it was true, but then he found that it was just a shadow imprinted ten thousand years ago.

Is this the same thing as what you see?But why can we talk to them and blend with the great way of heaven and earth, and there is a worldly aura that suppresses the eternal heavens.

The Lingshan Road ends, and looking back is the shore.Under the ancient Bodhi tree, this extraordinary middle-aged man whispered, his eyes were still closed, his expression was peaceful and quiet, and every fallen flower was shining, condensing the charm of the great way.

Simoti and others followed the decree and retreated, but Ye Fan did not move, because at this time he saw the lush ancient Bodhi tree petrified, and even the man under the tree became a statue.

The fallen flowers fall, and the ground becomes stone flowers. Life fluctuations disappear, and everything you see becomes stone sculptures. It is very different from before. This is the power of Buddhism.

Ye Fan was relieved, and Sakyamuni walked along the ancient starry sky road. He could not be still on earth. All of this was transformed by the great magic power of the past.

Moreover, if they were truly a quasi-emperor, they might not be able to be so close to their body, the great way is blended, and all things are in harmony. What they see is nothing more than the law of the past, not the body of today.

This is... several old monks from India were trembling.

They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten great disciples. Before his true body left, ten people took action together to shape the body of Sakyamuni Buddha and stand on the road of Lingshan.

This should be done by the ten great disciples of the Buddha. This incarnation of Sakyamuni can show some of its supernatural powers, and what you saw just now is not considered empty. From this, it can also be inferred that Lingshan is close, not far ahead.

However, Simoti and others stopped and refused to move forward any further. They followed the decree of Sakyamuni and did not dare to violate it.

Lingshan is looking at you. Don’t you want to go in? Even if you may not succeed, why don’t you go closer and look at the previous view?Ye Fan said.

Sin.Several masters folded their hands together, and at the same time advised Ye Fan not to leave again, and turned around.

Ye Fan ignored it and bypassed the petrified Bodhi and Sakyamuni and continued to walk forward. The old monks were stunned and all stood there and watched blankly.

The ancient road winds, and after walking for a few miles, it was finally completely broken. There was a vast mountain in front of me, and it was located at the end of the world.

There was nothing angry there, there was only a wave of Buddha nature like a vast ocean, and there was no vitality in the mountains, and even auspicious beast or auspicious bird was invisible.

Ye Fan opened his eyes at the sky, but found that it was still blurry. The vast Lingshan Mountain could not be clearly seen. He only knew that the mountains were quiet and the ancient temple was quiet.

It is clearly right in front of you, only a few dozen miles apart, so why do you say that Lingshan is closed?He thought about it and strides forward, even if there is no road, he wants to move forward, and he will clear the way himself.

However, the moment he took the first step, he immediately saw chaos surging, and Lingshan became more and more ethereal, as if he had heard the sound of ancient Buddhas chanting scriptures.

Ye Fan kept walking and continued to move forward, but a Buddhist lion roar came, like an arhat chanting a mantra, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand and pressing towards him, which was transformed by the Buddha's light.

He shouted softly, spreading the golden holy realm, and all things could not be approached. With a loud bang, the sky seemed to collapse. The demon-subduing pestle flew backwards, and he strode forward.

In the distance, Simoti and others were stunned. Is this going to confront the Bodhisattvas of the Heavens and break into Lingshan?!

boom!

At this moment, there was a violent riot in front of us, and the chaotic riots were turbulent. The Lingshan Mountain seemed to be about to be pressed down, making people suffocate.

Om!

Ye Fan shouted loudly and said the Buddhist mantra. At this time, he was under great pressure. Even if he was a holy body, he felt like he was crushed to pieces.

This is the pressure of Lingshan, this is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha's power, and it is the mind power that many creatures gathered here in the past, and no one can resist it.

The chaotic fog was impacted by the impact of the eight tribes, including Yasha, Asura, Gandapo, and Garura. They were also transformed into the divine light of Buddha nature and rushed towards Ye Fan. Even the pronunciation of the word "Om" was not as effective, and only the part was shattered.

Ye Fan retreated and endured great pressure. He believed that if another person had already died of being crushed to pieces, even his holy body could not hold on.

Lingshan is worthy of being the most famous primitive temple in ancient times, and cannot be violated and cannot be approached.

This place is protected by a stunning formation, dozens or hundreds of miles apart, and so on, if you really break near, you will definitely be a catastrophe.

Ye Fan looked at the little stone Buddha in his hand and frowned. Without secret words, he could not enter the holy object alone. He thought that something amazing would be left in it, otherwise it would be impossible to protect it like this.

He knew it was difficult to get in, but he wanted to get close to see what happened to Lingshan and why it was like this. With a long roar, the golden holy blood in his body boiled like a river, rushing into every meridian, making waves of thunder, shaking the nine heavens, shaking with the Great Dao.

Ye Fan's whole body was glowing, his feet stepped on the word "Step", spreading out various strange phenomena, and killed them straight away. Finally, he was approaching a little. In a daze, there were old monks sitting on the cliff and beside the Buddha's altar, with a tranquility like death.

Without every grass and tree, everything is withered, the spiritual springs and pools are dry and there is no vitality, as if no one has ever set foot in the past since ancient times.

The withered Lingshan!

This is the truth. Ancient temples stand tall and temples are in large numbers, but there is no one, no Bodhisattva, and no ancient Buddha, and no creature can be seen.

Silently, you can see Buddha treasures and great treasures of sects. There is dust where there is no living person, and the tranquility of death.

The power of the mountain is infinite, even more terrifying than a real ancient star. Ye Fan could not approach it, and was shaken by the vast waves, and a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He did not force himself and went back. Lingshan had dried up and suffered a major change. No wonder the mountain was closed.

However, what I saw should be just the mountain gate. Everything deep in Lingshan was very dim. There was an ancient Bodhi tree that fell all its leaves, but Taoist marks appeared, blocking the main Lingshan.

Moreover, at this moment, the mountains were blurred and the main body of Lingshan disappeared.This situation is irreversible, and Ye Fan blesses the little stone Buddha in his hand with magic power.

boom!

Finally, a vast wave rushed over, and he was shaken for more than ten miles and everything disappeared.

The sky is blue, like a piece of blue crystal, and a few white clouds float by, making people feel so close to the sky, as if you can touch it by jumping, and the air is extremely fresh.

Ye Fan was stunned. He stood in Tibet. The mountains thousands of feet tall, the vast and unpredictable spiritual mountains, and the mysterious ancient roads all became smoke and clouds, and they were no longer visible.

Several miles away, a group of monks in India were also surprised. For some reason, they suddenly came to the familiar world and the ancient road disappeared.

Ye Fan came to their near future and then glanced around. Tibet was very high at an altitude and had mountains, but it must not be compared with those just now.

Where exactly is it hidden? Is that ancient road and Lingshan in the Tibetan area?This is a common question in their hearts.

Ye Fan asked them to wait here. He turned into a lightning bolt and flew in the sky, releasing his powerful spiritual sense, swept every inch of land, and searched carefully, but in the end he still got nothing.

Finally, he flew out thousands of miles and landed on a majestic mountain range. He felt a kind of vicissitudes, but he could not see a trace of magic. This is the towering Kunlun that runs across Qinghai-Tibet.

Ye Fan was so angry that Lingshan was already mysterious enough. I don’t know which area he hid, and Kunlun was definitely even more extraordinary. It is the first mountain in ancient Chinese mythology and the ancestor of all veins. All the legends about immortals are related to it!

Not long after, Ye Fan returned to City B, and another group returned to India. Before breaking up, several masters made an appointment with him. When they went back, they would ask others for secret words on Lingshan. No matter whether they had any gains or not, they would visit him again.

As soon as Ye Fan came back, he felt something was wrong. The lawn outside the old villa was bumpy, as if it had been struck by lightning, and it was damaged in an incredible way.

There was no change in this old villa because he carved several simple magic circles, which were difficult to damage even if it was hit. It was in a mess around, and it was obvious that someone took action here.

Komatsu!

Ye Fan was shocked and flashed into the room, but he was cold and sad, with nothing.

Where did the little purple thing go?His heart suddenly became cold. He searched in the four fields and released a powerful call of spiritual consciousness: Komatsu...

In the distance, next to a trash can, a dirty little guy poked his head timidly, turned into a purple light and rushed towards him, and suddenly hung on his body, his body trembling.

What's wrong with you...Ye Fan's heart was far less calm than his words, so he took it home and placed it on the sofa.

Komatsu's leg was injured, limped and frightened.But he pretended to be relaxed. In order to make Ye Fan smile, he turned around and turned around there, trembling in pain, but he was smiling innocently.

Seeing this, Ye Fan felt distressed. Who was hurting the purple little guy? He felt murderous intent in his heart!