There are no secret words, no holy weapons.

The Buddha of Light manifested the Buddha's supernatural powers, ran the Heart Sutra of Silence, urged the great cause and effect, the Buddha's light shone, the golden lotus manifested, the Zen sound curled, and the Buddha sang, evolving a blissful Buddha country, which triggered the resonance of heaven and earth, and the Buddha's voice permeated the sky.

Thundered!

The mountains in front of them twisted for a while, and a magical scene appeared.

The low mountain peaks are steeply raised, reaching to a height of thousands of feet, and have become a giant pillar that supports the sky. The peaks that rise into the sky stretch to the end of the sky.

In the mountains, an ancient road appeared, but it was intermittent, and it did not enter the clouds and did not know where.

The vicissitudes of the ancients, the decay of the withering, and the wisdom of Buddhism, with the remnants of majestic faith, go straight to the heart and make people shocked.

The Buddha of Light was in front, and Chu Yang and the Sword Saint followed.

Exploring the ancient road, they all looked solemn.

Here, it was once the land of the Buddha, the place of the spiritual mountain, standing in the holy land of the world, with respect.

Soon after, an ancient corpse appeared in front of it.

The ancient road, the broken road stones, I don't know how many years no one has walked, full of traces of wind and frost, the withering of the years, it is in such a place, there is an old monk's corpse, skin and bones, extinguished vitality, only the remnants of the body are destroyed by the years.

With a slight touch, the monk's robe turned into fly ash and scattered around, burying the imprint.

"At least five hundred years dead!"

The Juggernaut spoke, his expression solemn.

"This is a devout believer looking for the true Buddha and the holy land, but unfortunately, when you get here, it is difficult to move forward!"

The Buddha of Light sighed, urging the Sutra of Enlightenment and resolving grievances, "Here to make up for the formation everywhere, there are no tokens, no secret words, it is difficult to move forward!"

He has the supreme Buddha and the supreme power, which can trigger the resonance of the Buddha and manifest the path, and can also use peerless supernatural powers to forcibly open up a smooth path to the heavens.

It's a pity that there are too few people like him in the world.

Even the most devout believers will despair on this intermittent and endless ancient road.

"Dedicated to the Buddha, why don't you see Lingshan?"

This is a sentence depicted in Sanskrit next to the corpse, the heart is sincere, looking for the holy place, but can only fall on the road in despair.

Looking ahead, there is no end, leaving a desperate cry when Shouyuan is exhausted.

This is a question to Lingshan, a question to the Buddha, but unfortunately, no one answered, and let faith and life wither here.

"Rest in peace!"

The Bright Buddha dug a pit and buried the old monk in it, which is also regarded as the soul returning to the loess and returning to heaven and earth.

They continued on their way.

Ahead, there is a dilapidated stone hall, which has experienced the vicissitudes of history, and gradually lost its luster in the long river of time, and now only the remnants of the body are left empty, only to wait for the day in the future, completely decayed away.

This stone hall is an ancient temple, and it has changed its face.

There was an old monk inside, sitting cross-legged in the middle, but he had already sat down, and he had no breath of life, but his skin was pale gold.

"This is a monk with a way!" the Sword Saint sighed, "I also died looking for a way forward, it's a pity!"

In the stone hall, there are also engraved last words: The road to the spiritual mountain stops here, and the front is boundless, and there is no hope again.

Silent cries, desperate sorrows.

O sincere believer, but he can only fall on the road.

It's clearly ahead, why can't you find the end and can't find the answer?

The three of them stopped and looked ahead.

The ancient road extends and becomes even more far.

But there is also a majestic Buddha nature, surging like a wave, boundless and shocking. There is the real ancient Buddha present, the holy land of Lingshan, but unfortunately, it cannot be reached.

Moving on, the environment has changed.

The meaning of desolation comes to the face, straight to the bottom of the heart, and the ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they have come to the wilderness before the ages.

Cangshan supports the sky, waterfalls become rivers, ancient trees cover the sky, vines entangle mountains, and beasts roar mountains and rivers, wolves howl and shake the sky, such as thunder roaring, rumbling and deafening.

Here, it seems that I have completely left the earth and come to a primitive wild world.

The sky is vast, and the earth is heavy.

The ancient road under the feet, the stone walls on both sides, there are Buddhist inscriptions not far away, blooming with brilliant brilliance, expounding the glory of antiquity.

The Buddha rhyme flows, the formation is running, and there is still the grandeur and majesty of the year.

The Buddha of Light urged the Buddha's principles, and even caused resonance, one by one the Buddha's light manifested, one by one the formations operated, and even the Buddha's voice manifested in the sky, explaining the truth.

They did not stop, the speed was not fast but not slow, and after walking a hundred miles, there was a ruin in front of them, there was no Buddha light, no Zen sound, but there was a wail, like an unredeemed soul in hell, the heart trembled when listening, and it was very penetrating.

The collapsed temple is overgrown with weeds, and there is no Buddha nature, but there is an eerie ghost flow.

A black shadow came at a rapid pace and pounced on the Juggernaut.

A ray of light emanated from the top of the Buddha's head, enveloping the black shadow, but it was a yin spirit, bald and bare-eyed, wearing Buddha robes.

"Buddha turns into a yin spirit, sad!"

The Buddha of Light sighed!

"This is the greatest sorrow!" the Sword Saint's expression was cold, "If Shakya does not die, he will be guilty of great evil!"

Like a baby crying, it seems to be a miserable soul, lingering in the ears, straight into the heart, and a few dim figures rushed in, imprisoned by the Buddha of Light, and it was difficult to break free.

"This one, the flesh is immortal, and the remnants are zombies!"

The Sword Master pointed ahead, and there was an old monk, burly, wearing a tattered monk's robe, black gas, red eyes, and full of evil energy, rushing towards him.

On his face, there was also a layer of fine scales, like blood infection, red like light, spreading from his face to all parts of his body, obviously abnormal.

"After despair, the Buddha nature is extinguished, and the self is lost, and only the residual thoughts and hatred are left, supporting the physical body, and turning into zombies. The Light Buddha pointed a finger and smashed the zombie Buddha into the air.

"Are you also looking for Lingshan, I hate it......" The zombie Buddha is like a ghost, and said sadly: "I am dedicated to the Buddha, but I don't see the Lingshan, and I have been pursuing it all my life but in the end to no avail, what is the point of worshiping the Buddha?"

Alas!

Chu Yang sighed: "With ideas, with hope, with a sincere heart, to come here, but not see the Spirit Mountain, not see the Buddha, this is the most cruel and devastating blow to the soul." The concept collapsed, and finally abandoned the Buddha, only resentment, pitiful and lamentable!"

"The Buddha is dead, the spiritual mountain has collapsed, what else are you looking for? I will transform you and immortalize me. The zombie Buddha's eyes were dripping with blood, and he screamed, and came to hunt again.

"Lingshan is dead, Shakya is not there, but the Buddha is in front of him!" The Bright Buddha urged the Buddha's light to shroud the past, and the zombie Buddha screamed, rolling in the end, making a terrible sound, and a large amount of black smoke came out of his body, and his skin was bubbling with bubbles.

"I am the True Buddha, the Buddha of Light!"

The Buddha of Light urges the light of the Buddha, recites the scriptures, and after a while, the zombie Buddha is purified and returns to his original self.

"Buddha, does it really exist?"

The zombie Buddha returned to his true self and became an old monk in gray, with a faint golden light on his body, but his eyes were confused.

"I am a true Buddha!"

The Buddha of Light manifested all kinds of miracles, urged profound Buddhist principles, and wise words, reaching the depths of the old monk's heart.

"My Buddha!"

The old monk wept bitterly and bowed deeply, "I finally saw the true Buddha, and I have no regrets in this life!"

"From now on, follow me!" The Light Buddha pointed a little, and a little spiritual light fell into the old monk's eyebrows, making him doubly sacred, "It has become a cloud of smoke and clouds, buried in the pursuit, and now although it is reborn, it has also inherited the obsession of the past, pursuing the true Buddha, and giving you to 'seek the truth'!"

"Meet the Buddha!"

The old monk bowed down.

The Buddha of Light nodded, rose into the air, sat down cross-legged, recited scriptures, transcended the soul of this Yin Spirit, absorbed the residual power of faith, and turned into his own body.