The ancient road winds and winds through huge mountains that are simply not seen in the world.

Along the way, Lin Yi and the others saw many dilapidated ancient temples and sitting monks.

These monks are all people with great magical powers to set foot on the Lingshan Road, but in the end it is difficult to reach the Pure Land of Buddhism.

Walking in the ancient mountains, the desolate breath rushed towards them, and Lin Yi felt as if they had come to the ancient years and returned to the wild land.

In the distance, I don't know that the mountains are as high as tens of thousands of zhang, one after another towering, the old trees cover the sun, there are eagles striking the sky, the beasts roar the rivers and mountains, the shape is like thunder, rumbling and deafening, terrifying and terrifying.

"Most of us are close to Lingshan, and we may be able to see the ancient Bodhisattvas and the Buddhas of the heavens."

An old monk said expectantly.

The ancient road stretches under their feet, and every once in a while you can see some relics of their predecessors on the road.

"Wow!"

A cry like a baby came from the ruins ahead, and it gave people goosebumps when they smelled it, and it was very frightening.

A gray shadow flew out of it, as fast as lightning, like a terrible ghost seeking his life.

The small stone Buddha in Lin Yi's hand bloomed with a strong Buddha light, and the evil shadow did not dare to get too close, flickering left and right, constantly haunting around, incredibly fast.

The faces of the three old monks all changed color, and this speed was beyond the limit of what they could handle.

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Yi said calmly, his right hand was raised, and he pressed forward.

On the palm of the hand as white as jade, the five fingers are slender and powerful, and the front of the palm is dim, as if the heaven and the earth have shrunk in it, and it will fall upside down at any time, and the universe will be shattered!

The gray shadow was suppressed by Lin Yi with one palm, and suddenly showed the true face of Lushan.

This is an old monk, dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a burly body, a black aura, a fierce face, and red eyes.

"Are you also looking for Lingshan, I hate ......"

This red-eyed old monk spoke in a calm tone, surrounded by black air, with blood and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, like a ghost, and shouted in a miserable voice: "I have devoted myself to the Buddha since I was a child, and I have practiced hard, but I have not seen the spiritual mountain, and I have been pursuing it all my life but in the end to no avail, what is the point of worshiping the Buddha?" ”

Simoti, the leader of the three old monks, could not bear it, folded his hands and bowed, and begged, "Please let us do it for him." ”

Lin Yi nodded and didn't say anything more.

The three old monks stepped forward, sat cross-legged beside the demon monk, and recited scriptures to dispel the evil spirit and send him to death.

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dori Night, Amili Dubhari ......"

After a while, the demon monk's black qi disappeared, the blood-colored scales on his body disappeared, and the expression on his face gradually became calm.

In the end, he recited "Nan Wu Amitabha", turned into a rain of light and disappeared, and dissipated his grievances.

Lin Yi and his entourage continued to move forward, this ancient road leading to Lingshan had many dry bones along the way, and all the way down, there were no less than hundreds of corpses, all of which were high-ranking monks.

This has to make people sigh, people who worship Buddha can find here, but they can only die halfway, not close to the spiritual mountain, it is really sad.

Suddenly, the ancient road was broken, and a pitch-black abyss lay ahead, blocking the way.

An old monk explained: "The secret words we received from our ancestors were not complete, so there was a broken road, and now it seems that only by crossing the past can we connect the broken road." ”

"Whew......"

At this moment, a terrible cry came from the abyss, as if there were all kinds of demons and monsters in it, struggling inside, trying to rush out.

"Definitely."

A golden bridge crosses the sky, and there is a Taiji diagram under the bridge to rotate, fix the earth, water, wind and fire, and town the heavens and ten thousand laws.

Lin Yi took the three old monks to move forward together, and sometimes a powerful demon broke through the suppression of the Taiji Golden Bridge, and was destroyed by his sky-shaking seal.

After continuing the broken circuit, the four of them moved forward again.

"Boom!"

The waves rushed into the sky, hitting the sky, and there was a vast expanse.

This is a vast and boundless sea, once again blocking the way of Lin Yi and his party.

"This is the bitter sea, if you want to get close to Lingshan, you must cross it." An old monk said.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the back is the shore, do we still have to cross?" Another old monk spoke.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and if you don't see the spiritual mountain, you won't look back."

Lin Yi said, stretched out his hand, and the Wuji Dao wheel behind his head turned into a small boat and landed on the bitter sea.

He boarded the ship and waited for the decision of the three old monks.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The three old monks all boarded the ship.

The Wuji Dao Boat slowly rowed across the endless sea of bitterness and headed towards the other side.

"Boom!"

The waves crashed on the shore, the angry waves washed the sky, the black ocean was terrifying, and every surge seemed to turn the heavens and the earth upside down.

There are creatures in the sea, roaring, and the shadows are so full that people are amazed.

After traveling hundreds of miles, dense white bone claws stretched out from the seawater, and among them there were even unfathomable evil spirits, exuding a monstrous aura!

A chaotic Qingyun flew out of Lin Yi's Mud Pill Palace, falling down the green glow, and the light converged and turned into a magic lamp.

In an instant, the black bitter sea was calm, and all the demons and monsters disappeared, and they no longer made waves.

Although there were still extremely terrifying demons peeping above under the sea, they didn't dare to approach.

The magic lamp is a treasure of the great sage from the Kunlun Mountains, but in fact, it is just a disguise, and what really works is the green glow emitted by the source of all things.

Nine days later, Lin Yi and the four of them landed on the other side and looked forward, a mountain tens of thousands of feet high towered into the clouds, which was extremely spectacular.

"Lingshan, we're almost at the ancient Lingshan Dojo!"

The three old monks were extremely excited.

A day later, as they passed through mountain after mountain, there was a little light ahead, and the radiance of divinity was diffuse.

The gods are flying, turning into a rain of light, shining brilliantly.

There is an ancient Bodhi tree there, the branches are like dragons, stretching in all directions, the leaves are green and dripping, and there are fluctuations of the avenue.

Under the ancient tree, there is a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting cross-legged, clean and dusty, blending with all things and coexisting with the avenue.

"Shakyamuni Buddha!"

The three of them knelt down at the first time. The three old monks bowed excitedly, extremely pious, recited the Buddha's name, and touched the ground with their heads.

The falling flowers are colorful, and the crystal flowers are falling, making a "rustling" sound, but it sets off the world more peacefully.

An ancient Bodhi tree took root there, and a dusty man sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes closed, and the bright flowers fell on his body, as if he had not moved for thousands of years, quiet and detached.

Simodhi and the others prostrated step by step, and they went to see Shakyamuni with great excitement, even if he died immediately, there was no other regret in their hearts.

This is their lifelong wish, just to see the true Buddha, knock to see the Buddha, on the ancient road to the Lingshan Mountain their wish came true, and witnessed the Buddha's posture.

Sakyamuni!

This is the ancients 2,500 years ago, with great wisdom, contemplating the Vedas, reading the Brahmanical teachings, and finally unifying the spiritual mountain, creating Buddhism, leaving a great name in history, and the name is spread outside the ancient and modern world.

The three old monks kowtowed forward step by step, walked forward in the falling flowers, muttered in their mouths, and gradually arrived not far from the ancient Bodhi tree.

"When ......"

Distant mountains, the Brahma bell is long, dozens of miles away, deafening, making people feel like being baptized, enlightened, and purifying everything.

The ancient temple bell in the deep mountains, the Buddha under the Bodhi tree, all this is like a dream.

"Lingshan Road is at the end, and turning back is the shore."

Under the ancient Bodhi tree, this otherworldly 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 avenue.

Simoti and the others retreated after receiving the decree.

Lin Yi didn't move, because at this time he saw that the verdant Bodhi Ancient Tree was petrifying, and even the man under the tree had become a statue.

"This ......" The three old monks trembled all over.

They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten disciples, and before his real body left, ten people had worked together to mold the body of Shakyamuni Buddha and stand on the Lingshan Road.

This should be the ten disciples of the Buddha, this Buddha incarnation can show some of its supernatural powers, and what he saw is not false, from which it can also be inferred that the spiritual mountain is near, not far ahead.

However, the three Siddhi all stopped and refused to take a step forward, and they strictly followed the decree of Shakyamuni and did not dare to disobey it.

Lin Yi said: "Lingshan is in sight, why don't you take a closer look?" ”

"Sin."

The three old monks all clasped their hands together, and at the same time persuaded Lin Yi not to go anymore and turned back.

Lin Yi bypassed the petrified Bodhi and Shakyamuni and continued to move forward.

The ancient road winded, and after a few more miles, it was finally completely broken.

Lin Yi looked at it with the eyes of the law, the front was still blurry, and the vast spiritual mountain could not be clearly seen, only the mountain was full of tranquility and the ancient temple was silent.

He took a step forward, and immediately saw the chaos surging, and the spiritual mountain was majestic, as if it was about to fall down, suffocating.

"Up!"

Lin Yi raised the magic lamp in his hand, and the green glow of the Dao fell, immediately suppressing the power of the Spirit Mountain.

The mana was consumed rapidly, and he walked forward quickly, and finally set foot on the Spirit Mountain.

I saw the old monks sitting on the cliff and beside the Buddha platform, and they were as quiet as death. Even the plants and trees are withered, and the spiritual springs and pools are all dried up to the bottom, and there is no life at all.

The withered Spirit Mountain!

This is the truth, the ancient temples are towering, the temples are in pieces, but there is no one, not a single Bodhisattva, no ancient Buddha, no living beings can be seen.

The holy temples and ancient buildings are magnificent, carrying the glory of Buddhism in the past.

Unfortunately, now the spiritual spring has dried up, the grass and trees have withered, and there is no prosperity in the past.