The human world, the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas is located deep in the mountains, where the green mountains and green waters are very good, and a stone road extends from the town, where countless people come every day to burn incense and make wishes.

Senior Brother Zhenyuan is the true character in 'Pure and True as the Sea', and I saw him carrying the Buddha on his back and stepping into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple step by step.

However, recently, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has no more of these people who burn incense and make wishes. The world has changed greatly, and the angelic world has provided the people with the power of faith in order to be enlightened by the Divine Word, and the Extraordinary Realm has announced that they will all stay at home to avoid being easily transformed by the Divine Word.

At this time, Senior Brother Zhenyuan's burly body stagnated and stopped in the main hall of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

The Buddha statue in the main hall of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is towering, at a glance, there are dozens of golden Buddha statues, these Buddha statues are attached to the golden light, as if the real Buddha came to the world, shocking the mind.

Senior Brother Zhenyuan bowed lightly to some big Buddha statues, and then the golden light of these Buddha statues actually converged in front of Senior Brother Zhenyuan, forming a gate of golden light.

Portals!

Buddha Xiao has been practicing in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, but he never knew that there was a portal to connect the Buddha world.

This is also the secret of the Buddha realm, which is not above the S level and cannot be known.

As Senior Brother Zhenyuan entered this gate of golden light, the golden light on all the Buddha statues faintly dissipated and turned into normal, and then the hall was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

The golden light flashed away.

A cloud Buddha altar appeared in front of Senior Brother Zhenyuan, where the clouds spread tens of thousands of meters, on the huge Buddha altar, a golden Buddha stood in the middle, and countless small Buddha statues around it were lined up in turn.

This is the Buddha realm.

Suddenly, a Buddha's words, like thunder, roared.

"How is the Buddha?"

Zhenyuan hurriedly put the Buddha behind him lightly on the altar, the Buddha was still in a coma at this time, and after the sunrise tower, his body was out of strength and he was in a coma again.

"The injuries in his body have been stabilized, and the Buddha Xiao has greatly improved this time, and his immortal golden body has been cultivated to the half-step golden blood and golden bone realm. ”

Zhen Yuan said respectfully, this Buddha statue standing in the middle is the most powerful Buddha cultivator in the human world, Qingmu presiding.

"It's okay, wash his muscles and cut the marrow! He is a child taken in by Senior Brother Qingbei, although he is stupid in his Buddha ability, but he is also a member of my Buddha world!"

Qing Mu presided over the thunder roaring, and the entire cloud began to resound with the sound of the Buddha, turning into the golden light of the heavens and the Buddha power gathering down.

This is the greatest gift in the Buddha realm, and it can only be received when you reach the S level, otherwise you will not be able to bear it.

However, the Buddha has already contained the white bones of Jinpeng, and the strength of his body has far surpassed that of the Buddha cultivator who has just reached the S-level realm.

In general, Buddhist cultivation is upgraded to S level with the realm perception and ability index of Buddha ability, and only needs the ability index to reach 10,000. However, the body generally enters the golden blood realm when it first enters the S-rank.

The strongest place in the Buddha realm compared to other realms is the I Ching marrow, and the body of the Buddha will become more flexible and tough after this baptism, but it is indestructible and can accommodate all things.

To become a true Buddha, nothing in the world can destroy his body!

At the same time that the Buddha statues gathered the power of the Buddha, the Buddha came to Moscow, in front of the statue of the eight-winged angel.

As a representative of secular Buddhism, the Buddha is not only the most powerful junior in the S-rank, but also the most outstanding person in the Buddhist world.

It's just that there are rules in the Buddha realm, and if you haven't become a Buddha, you will cut off all worldliness and contact with the outside world.

But in the Buddha realm, there is no identity that can enter and leave the world, and that is the Buddha.

The Buddha has such privileges, and when he becomes a Buddha, he can walk in the world and perceive the various aspects of sentient beings, and only with such a noble status can he travel in the secular and Buddha realms.

But how difficult is it to become a Buddha?

It would be nice to have one in a hundred years!

And this generation of Buddhas is known as the Buddha world once in 500 years, and has the appearance of a true Buddha!

Master Qingbei once commented that it has 'the prosperity of Mahayana and the hope of the Buddha world', and the evaluation is not high.

Moscow is located in the middle of the Eastern European Plain, on the banks of the Moskva River, across the banks of the Moskva River and its tributary, the Yauza River, at the junction of three types of terrain.

At this time, the whole city is covered in snow, the temperature is extremely low, and the weather is a little dark.

The Buddha waited quietly under the eight-winged angel statue, waiting for it to teleport over. Under the statue of the general eight-winged angel, there are several late-stage S-class abilities, because each eight-winged angel will awaken a special ability.

Powerful, he can compete with many people of the same level.

But the Buddha is not, he has such confidence and strength.

There are snowflakes floating in the dim sky, snowflakes are also known as silver millet, jade dragon, jade dust, is a kind of crystal, is the solid precipitation of water vapor in the sky through condensation, the structure changes with the change of temperature, mostly hexagonal, like flowers.

The life of each snowflake is extremely short, from birth to fall, flipped in the air, momentary beauty, and then falls to the ground, reduced to silence.

The Buddha gently stretched out his left hand and spread out his palm, and those pieces of crystal clear snowflakes fell on it, accompanied by fragrant flowers, and melted into ice water.

"Is life so short?"

The Buddha muttered that at this time his body was covered with snowflakes, like a snowman.

The eight-winged angel statue suddenly appeared in spatial fluctuations, and an eight-winged angel stretched out his body and flew in mid-air.

"Strange, why don't you have the breath of a supernatural person?"

Lemuel was puzzled, because as far as he knew, all the idols they had descended on the human realm were surrounded by at least a few people of the same rank.

The Buddha raised his head, and the few inches of snowflakes piled up on his head fell to the ground with a 'boom' sound.

Then Lemuel looked at the seemingly ordinary young monk.

The two looked at each other, and Lemuel felt a strange sensation in him, and he couldn't tell what it was.

"I'm Lemuel, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

He was the first to ask a question, his blue-purple wings trembled slightly, and his eyes as deep as the blue of the sea looked at the Buddha standing below.

The Buddha's gaze was originally flat, but when he heard Lemuel, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Are you the Angel of Mercy Lemuel?"

The voice of the Buddha was sincere, and he had heard of the deeds of this angel for a long time.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a very severe drought, everything was scorching, the rivers dried up, and the world was dry, which is called the most in a hundred years.

For several months, the sun was blazing, shooting through the clouds, and there was not the slightest raindrop.

Just when the people were suffering and all living beings were unbearable, a blue-purple eight-winged angel released thousands of kilometers of thunder clouds and mist on his head, and walked along the human world step by step with this thundercloud rain, helping many areas of the human world to survive this calamity, and then his divine power was exhausted and disappeared and retreated.

Later, according to the power of the Miracle Realm, this eight-winged angel who helped the human world was the Angel of Mercy Lemuel.

"So what?"

Lemuel frowned slightly, he didn't like to fight and kill, but the angelic world invaded the human realm to transform sentient beings to obtain the power of faith, he couldn't resist, for the sake of his race, he had no other way.

"I would like to express my sincere gratitude for what you have done for the human world. ”

The Buddha looked at Lemuel sincerely and bowed deeply.

"Alas," Lemuel sighed, his blue-purple wings flapping, and the air around him generated a slight electricity.

"It's useless for you to be grateful, I need to get the power of faith for my race, I'm sorry. ”

His body was awe-inspiring, and the eight wings behind him shook, and huge thunderclouds condensed from behind, and countless thunderbolts were like churning thunder dragons, carrying terrifying thunder power, intertwining in the air.

The Buddha thought for a long time, how could he know that it was such a compassionate and merciful angel who was at war with him, and he could not do anything to this great power who had saved the human world.

"Lemuel, I don't want to fight you. ”

The Buddha sighed.

"Why shouldn't I? But there is no way back. ”

There was a look of pity in Lemuel's azure eyes, and he could sense that this young monk also had a heart of compassion for all beings.

But so what?

The respective positions of the races determined that such a battle was inevitable.

"Wait, Lemuel, if you can answer me a few questions, I'll quit. ”

The Buddha suddenly said that at this moment, if there is a Buddha's light in his body, this word is like a thunder sound, with great justice and vastness.

Hearing this, Lemuel suddenly dissipated the thunderclouds that had condensed behind him, and he was curious about what questions the young monk would ask him.

So he nodded.

"Okay, you ask. ”