The strange cloud fantasy realm was dispersed, and Snow Wolf, Sanling and Jiang Nanjun dissipated in Ling Xuanluo's dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSince the people and scenery in the dream are gone, it's time to wake up.

However, when he opened his eyes, when he thought he had returned to Xuanyuan Mountain, he was told that they were in the mountain at this time.

Ling Xuanluo looked at the sky blankly, pressed his hand on his forehead and sighed: "It turns out that we are now in the middle of the mountain......

He helped him sit up, and he looked around and found that the place where he was lying was the Daxiong Treasure Hall of a temple.

This temple looks dilapidated, but the overall magnificent structure has not changed because of its dilapidation.

The treasure hall is ninety-five open, and the top of the hall is more than 20 meters high. The thick beams are distributed neatly and orderly, and the wide heavy eaves are lifted to rest on the top of the mountain.

Beast carving bucket arch, the girder and eight huge golden pillars fixed, the golden pillar pillar base lotus, plus the hall on three sides of the double-layer high window opening, sufficient lighting, if in the heyday of incense, believers even if they stand under the front porch, can also fully feel the solemn law in the hall.

On the Buddha platform, the three Buddhas are enshrined, and in the middle is the world leader who sits upright with the Dharma, Shakyamuni Buddha. On the right is the Medicine Master Liuli Light Buddha of the Oriental Pure Glass World holding a bowl in his left hand and a pill in his right hand. On the left is the lotus platform in the palm, which represents the Western Elysium Sect Master, Amitabha, who leads sentient beings. Looking at the two sides of the main hall, there are eighteen Arhats enshrined, and there are nine on the left and right.

"Eighteen Arhats......"

Ling Xuanluo muttered weakly, remembering the story of the Eighteen Arhats he had heard from Master Yanxian.

Before attaining Nirvana, the Buddha instructed the sixteen arhats under his throne not to follow their own bliss in their own lives, but to live in the world and cultivate merit for all sentient beings.

Later, two Venerable Beings joined, plus the first sixteen, known as the Eighteen Arhats. They are able to get rid of all afflictions, attain the state of nirvana, no longer suffer from the cycle of birth and death, have a complete practice, and have the virtue of guiding sentient beings to good liberation.

Ling Xuanluo got up with difficulty, supported by two spirit boy soldiers, wandering on the side of the hall, looking at the Arhat sculpture that had lost its former glory, and whispered in his mouth: "Sitting on a deer, festive, raising a bowl, and ...... tota"

It wasn't until he had examined all the Arhats that he motioned for the Spirit Boy Soldiers to step back and stand alone in front of the last one, the Tiger Arhat, with tears in his eyes.

"These eighteen arhats could have gone with the Buddha and got rid of all the suffering in the world, so why should they suffer so much in life? But they are willing to accept the arrangement of fate, and in order to save sentient beings, they will go through trials in the world and cross the sea of suffering. Have they ever complained, and have they ever thought about backing down?"

He slowly knelt on the hard stone ground and looked at the face of the Buddha statue in front of him.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, and even breathing felt labored, but his brain was spinning rapidly.

Eighteen Arhats suddenly came to life and flew around him, and nine of them told him to give up, return to the ruins to unload his flesh and blood, and send his proud bones into the six realms of reincarnation in order to escape his current predicament.

The other nine are fighting with them, telling all kinds of truths that should continue to stay in the world and transform the world.

He knew very well that this was not a battle between the eighteen Arhats, but a struggle between two desires in his heart.

He had a splitting headache, feeling that he was about to suffocate, so he hurriedly hugged his head tightly with his arms, so the eighteen Arhats disappeared, and the feelings and scenes in the snow wolf monster cloud fantasy just now were clearly presented in front of him.

When the dream vanished, when he had to admit that the dream was real, but he only hoped that one of the things was false, he would forget it when he woke up: his beloved withered uncle still lived in the fairy mound, and when he lay down on the ice bed of the fairy mound again, he would still be able to meet him in his dreams.