Emperor Guangtong for 20 years, the first day of the first month.

In the people, the first day of the first lunar month is an important festival, every family puts up lights, every household is colorful, and it is a good day for reunion. In Buddhism, this is also a very important festival, is the future Buddha Maitreya Buddha's birthday, every day, the major Buddhist temples will be celebrated according to the routine, as the first temple of the Faxiangzong "Hongen Temple" of course will not be an exception.

According to the door of the mountain and built, covers an area of 1,000 acres, there are more than 100 halls, there are many hundreds of years of famous craftsmen in the statue image, but the most famous is located in the back of Hong'en Temple, is covered by countless pines and cypresses, nine layers high, hexagonal cornices, on the golden top of the tree, the magnificent indescribable pagoda: the relics pagoda.

Among them, it is said that a generation of monks Xuanzang went to the Buddha to seek the Buddha bone relics, for all the devout believers in the world, this is definitely a place that must be visited once in a lifetime, and after Xuanzang sat down, his bones were also placed at the bottom of the relics pagoda according to his wishes, forever accompanied by the Buddha's bones.

Of course, such a noble and sacred place is not accessible to any believer, the vast majority of believers can only stop at a place 300 steps away from the stupa and bow to it, those who are the most pious or have a certain background can approach within 200 steps, and to go to the front of the pagoda or even enter the pagoda, only the most prominent Buddhist figures can be, and only on those major days that are only a few times a year.

… For example, today.

Stretching out his arms, Wu Ming pulled the golden silk robe on his body, put a Lu hat on his whole head, and was satisfied, Fang picked up the nine-ring tin staff on the side, stepped out of the door, squinted at the sun, and said, "Let's go." ”

I heard the Dharma horn whining, the gongs and bowls sounded in unison, and more than 100 monks lined up in two rows to grind the flags in their hands, make way for them, and surrounded Wuming and slowly walked towards the direction of the Housi Relic Pagoda.

Walking slowly all the way, Wuming's heart is really indescribably happy.

In the past few months, Daohong and Shi Futu have passed away one after another, and he has successfully taken over the Faxiangzong and entered the top figures in Buddhism, and everything has gone more smoothly than he hoped.

If you insist on saying that there is still some regret, that is, Shi Futu can still exert his "influence": for some reason, he has been sitting for nearly a month, he has always been immortal, and has always maintained a sitting posture with low eyebrows and hands, standing still in the sitting room, Zen people even spread the news, saying that he was actually martyred as a Buddha, in order to offset the sins committed by the demon monk Daohong and sacrificed himself to spend the world, such as under some operation, after his death, he has become the first idol of Buddhism today.

(But what, he's a dead man anyway, even if his reputation is three times higher, he can't be an abbot, he can't control the monks, his reputation... Can fame be eaten? ）

Thinking in his heart, Wu Ming didn't even notice that the team around him had suddenly stopped, and he was still moving forward on his own, and walked four or five steps before he came over, and found that every disciple around him was also frozen, looking ahead in shock.

Following everyone's line of sight, Satoru looked over, but saw what he didn't want to see the most:

Five steps before the stupa, a monk dressed in snow-like white, bowed his head, and knelt silently.

Although there are still a hundred steps away, although it is only a back, for Wuming, this person, even if he is a thousand steps away, even if there is only one footprint, he will not be unrecognizable!

In an instant, even his blood boiled!

"Daohong!"

Satoru screamed in surprise and displeasure to himself, but all of these things were immediately overpowered by something else.

This man, he didn't even die! This person, he really didn't die!

At the beginning of the battle of Chezhou Mountain, Daohong was seriously injured and retreated into the Valley of Death Prison, because it was a famous vicious yin land in the land of Great Xia, and all the monks did not dare to chase in, but they only announced that Daohong was dead and waited outside the valley at the same time.

At first, he was uneasy and unhappy about this, but when there were no more unusual movements and all kinds of trivial things that appeared with the position of the patriarch, Wuming gradually forgot these things, and occasionally remembered that he only regretted that he had not been able to "eliminate demons" with his own hands.

… Left and right, he didn't think that the dying Daohong could really escape from that death.

However, at this moment, this person who should have died a long time ago is still kneeling here!

The first impulse was to pounce on the door, but before Enlightenment could make a move, the other hand had gently grabbed him.

"Abbot Wuming, everyone is punished for such a demon, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Looking at Juehui, the elder of the "Three Treatises Sect" who led dozens of disciples to watch the ceremony, Wuming raised his eyebrows, and finally regained his composure, smiled slightly, and said with a smile: "Uncle Juehui is responsible." Then he raised his voice and said, "Wumeng, Wuxu, you can capture this demon and sue the Xuanshi!" The two of them agreed, and they both jumped forward, and there were already more than a dozen disciples behind them, Juehui smiled and said, "Fang Ku, you might as well have more strength." A middle-aged monk behind him agreed, and also led seven or eight people to catch up, and Wumeng Wuxu surrounded Daohong from three directions, slowly approaching.

"Hey, you're going to do it without even asking?"

Hearing the movement behind him, the monk still acted as if nothing had happened, and finished the ritual of worshippers in a very slow movement towards the pagoda, and then slowly got up: he still did not turn around, but put his hands together in front of his chest, muttered a few verses, and said, "However, you are wrong." ”

"Daohong... That person is already dead, poor monk Zhu Hong, greetings to all the great monks. ”

didn't expect such a reaction, Wumeng and the other three couldn't help but stop and looked back at Wuming and the others.

His complexion changed slightly, Wu Ming took a look at Jue Hui, and saw that he also nodded slightly, and finally made up his mind and said: "Nonsense, and you are confusing the public with gossip!" And he said, "Don't take it yet!" The monks finally made up their minds, let out a shout, and rushed up together.

“… Hey"

With a low laugh, as if regretful and mocking, the self-proclaimed "Zhu Hong" whispered: "It will always be like this, thinking that more people can grasp the truth... But when the Buddha is with me, what is the use of the power of you ants and insects? ”

As he spoke, the ground behind him began to tremble, and then, as if miraculously, a huge figure appeared: there were four in total, all of them six feet long, holding umbrellas, swords, lute, etc., and their arms were crossed in anger, blocking him and the monks. At the same time, above him, there is a dazzling, gorgeous and abnormal image of the Bodhisattva.

"The king of the country in the east, the king of growth in the south, the king of wide-eyed in the west, and the king of many things in the north, at the same time, the great trend can be virtually guarded by the bodhisattva... When it comes to mastering the 'Sixteen Views of Thought', I am afraid that there is no one above him in Buddhism today, but unfortunately, he has strayed into the path of demons..."

Muttering and sighing, it was so clear that everyone could hear it, Juehui's face was full of regret, but he suddenly shouted: "The deeper the cultivation, the heavier the evil will be after entering the demon, the Buddha is above, please forgive the old man for acting in vain!" As he spoke, it was like lightning, and there was a golden light in his hand: I don't know when he had held a hexagonal cobalt diamond in his hand.

(This old thing...) ）

Staring at Juehui's back, Wuming scolded in his stomach, but he was helpless.

Both had personally experienced the siege of Daohong in Chezhou Mountain last year, and both of them understood that although these vajra bodhisattva images were lifelike, they did not have the corresponding lethality, and even if they were hit and cut by them, they would not cause too much damage, especially for monks whose strength had reached the eighth level, and they did not pose a threat at all.

Sure enough, as soon as Jue Huifu landed, he swung the golden diamond, and in the blink of an eye, he had smashed the "Wide-eyed Heavenly King", and at the same time, Wu Hui and the others had also knocked down the other three Heavenly Kings.

"Do you still think I'm Daohong? I've said that you've recognized the wrong person..."

The Dharma protector was broken, the man didn't care at all, he didn't move, he was still in tune, Wu Hui had rushed behind him at this time, and scolded viciously: "Demon monk, still talking nonsense!" As he spoke, he shot down with a stick, but before the man's body was shaken back by a "peng", the force was so great that he couldn't stand even though he already had the strength of the sixth level peak, and he turned backwards to stand firmly—his face was already flushed.

Easily repulsing Enlightenment, the man smiled lowly and said, "Vajra Bodhisattva, if you don't feel confused, if you see with your own eyes what the Pure Land is, will you be able to become enlightened again?" ”

Suddenly, he said loudly: "There are no three hundred and sixty trillion in the South and the West Elysium Thirty-six trillion one hundred thousand nine thousand five hundred with the same name and name Amitabha!" ”

As he spoke, a huge white lotus suddenly appeared from under his feet, holding him high, and at the same time, screams appeared one after another, and even Jue Hui and Wuming couldn't help but change color on their faces!

The stupa is gone!

Not only the pagodas, the pines, the temples, but even the ground and the sky, everything began to twist and change, becoming hard or soft, and constantly emitting colorful light, which made people bewildered. Qiang Ru Wu Ming, Jue Hui and the others did not grasp the surroundings for a while, so they could only gather all their strength to protect themselves, and at the same time strive to be more aware of the surrounding situation.

Thankfully, it didn't last long, and soon everything settled down, but it brought a lot of horror.

"This, where is this?!"

"What?!"

"Demon law, is it demon law!"

Sky, ground, pines, pagodas... Everything is gone, replaced by the boundless long water sky, the water color is clear and blue, and the middle is dotted with countless fragrant white lotuses, each lotus stamen is like blooming, and the image of the Buddha body is faintly seen.

The land distributed in the waters, all composed of gorgeous and hard colorful glass, reflects the white brilliance that comes out of nowhere, the color is intertwined, weaving all kinds of magnificent light and shadow, and the Buddha shadow can be seen in the middle, and if you listen carefully, you will feel that there is a Buddha singing continuously, everywhere.

At the same time, the image of the Heavenly King who had been destroyed just now appeared on the side of the man's body again, still mighty and inexplicable, and they all crossed their hands and blocked around him.

(This thing, isn't it...) ）

After exchanging glances, both Wuming and Juehui saw the horror in each other's eyes: unlike those low-level disciples who exclaimed, they both had enough Buddhist cultivation to recognize what it was.

That answer made them even more frightened than those disciples who thought it was a "demon law"!

(White Lotus Pure Land!) ）

At the same time, they made a judgment, but they didn't dare to say it, for fear that they would shake or even give in to the disciples around them, and the two only dared to suppress this surprise in their hearts.

(To be able to create his own "Pure Land World", Dao Hong has really cultivated the "Bodhisattva Dao"!) We, should we continue any longer? ）

The so-called "Pure Land World" is one of the most important concepts of Hinayana Buddhism, and legend has it that every great Bodhisattva has his own Pure Land of Bliss, and if he is devout, he will have the opportunity to be reborn in the Pure Land after death, and if he cultivates the Dharma to the extreme, achieves the "Bodhisattva Path", fulfills all wishes, and may also create his own "Pure Land", but that is just a legend, at least, in the past 1,000 years, I have not heard of such a person in the Hinayana sects.

(To be able to reach this point, Daohong can definitely be called the number one Buddhism today, but if everyone understands it?) ）

Exchanging glances, the two suddenly made up their minds, and at the same time shouted angrily, pushing their strength to the fullest.

Both have the eighth-level primary power, and they also have the Buddhist treasures "Nine Rings Tin Staff" and "Vajra Cobalt" in their hands, when the two of them exert all their strength, they can temporarily destroy the surrounding Pure Land, and the original ground and Berlin appear, although they are destroyed in an instant, but the confidence of the two is greatly increased.

(This thing is really flawed!) ）

With the same mind, Juehui once again swung out the vajra cobalt, piercing the surrounding illusions, and Wuming used a tin staff to focus on the ground, jumped upward, and said with the method of "lion's roar": "Don't panic, this is a demon law, each in its place!" Seeing that the monks were a little more stable, they knew that they had to settle people's hearts with their achievements at this moment, and they didn't fall to the ground, but only lightly touched on a cluster of crystal stones, throwing them at that person like a big crane, and at the same time, Juehui and several other monks with seventh-level strength cultivation also attacked at the same time, attacking that person in several ways.

"Do you even say that this is a demon law? You're wrong again. ”

With a sigh, the man spread his palms together in front of his chest and turned his back behind him. He still hadn't turned around, and suddenly exuded a strange feeling.

At this time, Juehui, who was advancing close to the ground, had already fought with the Wide-eyed Heavenly King, Wuming was blocked by the Heavenly King of the Holding Country, and the other two Heavenly Kings were jointly attacked by other monks.

However, feeling that the power was still under him in the end, Wuming didn't care, and plucked up his strength and said: "Evil Demon Outer Dao, give me... Break! As he spoke, he pushed quickly with his left hand, and slapped the glowing magic seal from under the sword into the forehead of the Heavenly King, and immediately heard a thunderclap, and the forehead of the Heavenly King of the Self-Holding Kingdom exploded.

Fang exploded, his head was already squirming and reorganizing, but he had expected this phenomenon, Wu Ming seized the opportunity to wave the Zen staff to break the Heavenly King's right arm and legs together, and he flashed from his side and went straight to the center!

(To maintain such a large-scale Pure Land, I don't believe that you can move freely!) ）

He has always known that Daohong's power is above him, but he believes that he should be doing his best to maintain the existence of the Pure Land now, and Wuming is determined to seize this opportunity to make a meritorious contribution in one blow!

However, it is only a dozen steps away, but it seems that it will never be reached.

The faster he accelerated, the farther the figure seemed to be from him, and even began to appear blurry, and in his surprise, Wu Ming also found that the ground under his feet had begun to blur, and in the blink of an eye, a rather familiar term had flowed through his mind.

(Near the end of the world, the World-Honored One used to subdue and defeat the Buddha's technique, but isn't that just a legend, how is it possible...) ）

Suddenly thinking about it, knowing that he must not give in in his heart first, Wu Ming snorted, and raised his courage again, and said: "All demon laws are phantoms, how can you deceive me!" As he spoke, he grabbed the robe on his shoulder with his left hand, tore it off, twisted and fell, and the robe burned up, and the flames swirled, and the ground became clear again.

"Are you still saying that this is a demon law..."

With a sigh, the man turned slowly, and his voice suddenly became strange and poignant.

"The real demon law, you will only see it now!"

Facing Wuming, the person who called himself "Zhu Hong" looked exactly the same as Daohong, but he had a pair of vermilion eyes!

As he spoke, there was a sudden violent vibration in the air, and he gave way to his vigilance, and Wu Ming narrowly avoided the giant sword that was chopped from behind, and saw a huge deep ditch cut out of the ground: If this sword of Guojiao slashed his body, he was afraid that he would immediately be in a different place?

I had already felt that the Heavenly King of the Holding Kingdom behind him had been constantly reorganizing, and it was not completely surprising that this sword was not completely surprised, but when he saw the situation behind him clearly, Satoru couldn't control himself, and let out an extremely frightened cry.

"Demon law... This is a demon law! ”

"Finally got it right."

The ghostly voice reappeared, clasping him around his shoulders before he could react, and penetrating a strange force into his body, immobilizing him completely, but not doing any more damage.

"Actually, Buddhism and demonism should not be separated in the first place."

"The Buddha's heart crosses the world and creates a pure land to save sentient beings, but sentient beings are foolish and create many evils, just like you and a group of fools, how can you understand the wonder of the Pure Land?"

"Therefore, under the land of the Buddha, there are eighteen hells, to punish all evils, to teach all fools, if you are a good man and a woman, you will naturally go directly to the pure land, if you are like you mortal dull, you should first go through the eighteen prisons to baptize, in order to solve the Buddha's righteousness!"

As he spoke, the surrounding environment kept changing, and the white lotus turned into a black fire that burned wantonly, and every monk who approached would fall down with a scream, but it was even worse when poured into the water: there were countless thin ropes running back and forth in the water that had turned into deep black, and once they fell, they would be immediately tied up, and then they would be strangled into countless pieces of flesh and blood, which was miserable.

The colorful glass is also mutating, lengthening and thinning, becoming all kinds of deformed swords, piercing the bodies of the monks, because there are all these things around, there is no one to hide, except for a few monks who are fast enough, the rest of the monks can only dodge a few times before being pierced and fell, and these swords continue to wreak havoc in the sound of misery.

"This..."

His eyes were about to split, and Wuming's body couldn't help trembling, because of the tragic scene in front of him, and because of the former "king of the country" in front of him.

Like the surrounding environment, the Heavenly King of the Holding Kingdom, who was still a treasure statue just now, is also constantly changing: his body has changed into black and red, long fangs have appeared in his mouth, and his description has become vicious, horns have appeared on his head, curved claws appear in front of his ten fingers, and the sword in his hand has become a huge ghost-headed knife at some point, with blood dripping on it, and a string of prayer beads on his chest, but when you look closely, each bead is a human skull!

Seeing such a scene, Wu Ming was already weak, and he didn't even feel that Zhu Hong was gently pushing him towards this new "Heavenly King of Holding the Country".

"The third Ni Thorn Hell, the fourth Black Rope Hell... Those things can only transcend those ordinary fools, and of course they are not enough for stubborn people like you, so I have summoned 'it' especially for you, and now, you can personally experience what is the infernal horror of the eighteenth Nose Infernal Hell! ”