At the foot of the mountain, Lin Huang listened to the sound in the void and was suddenly stunned.

Ye Wuchan tried his best to let himself enter the Wuchan Temple. originally wanted to give the latter a dismount, but Lin Huang was frightened by the word 'this king'.

This is the first person in the Eastern Spirit Realm to call himself 'this king'.

Even if Xuanyuan Tibing and Yan Zangfeng both regard themselves as martial marquis, I don't know if the two of them really pushed open the door of martial arts and stepped into the realm of martial kings.

And in the temple without Zen Mountain in front of him, there is a real powerhouse.

Martial King Ye Wuzen.

Then, Lin Huang threw Cao Mingsheng's head and climbed the mountain with a smile. If the old monk in the mountain really has an unkind mind, with that martial king realm, he can't run away by himself.

If it comes, it will be safe!

It's better to simply step into the temple gate and see what the pride of heaven is in the same era as Xuanyuan Wu, Ye Wuchan, who has been sitting in the empty door for more than 200 years, has three heads and six arms.

After entering the temple, the temple is still somewhat desolate. The grass and trees are withered and no one takes care of them, but unlike the outside of the temple, the Buddha in the temple is full of light and has a deep will.

Even the grass and trees are full of peace, and people can't help but get close.

Cisheng and Ci Nan led everyone forward, swept past the main hall, passed through the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and went all the way to the stele forest on the mountain behind the Wuzen Temple.

It wasn't until half an hour later that everyone paused.

Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly surprised. The sound of Buddha in the void in front of him is pervasive, and the sound of ancient sounds is in the ears, as if the ancient Buddha is singing. There are countless golden Sanskrit words flashing there, forming a Dharma world.

However, Lin Huang was not surprised by this, he was really surprised by the forest of steles in the Dharma world.

There are 3,000 ancient monuments, like 3,000 dry tombs.

Each of the ancient monuments is three zhang high, which has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and looks a little mottled, but it is still standing. On the obverse of the inscription, the scriptures are inscribed.

There is the Diamond Sutra.

There is the Prajna Heart Sutra.

There is the Lotus Sutra.

......

The dense Sanskrit characters are extraordinarily simple, not showing the light of Buddhism, but revealing the profound Buddha nature, which makes Lin Huang look at it for the first time, and the sea is a dizziness.

I actually have an urge to take refuge in my Buddha.

In front of the stele forest, Lin Huang took a long breath, suppressed the impetuosity in his heart, and when he looked at it again, the stele forest was still like this, not good at mountain dew, without the previous kind of great wish, but a little more sad.

Bang.

In the forest of steles, there was a sudden sound of vibration. Lin Huang turned his head, only to see that the face of the martyr in front of him was extremely pale, and he knelt on the ground tremblingly, looking at the back of the stele forest, panicked and overwhelmed.

The cisheng supported the compassion, his eyes full of confusion.

It's just the back of a bare ancient monument, how can it cause the senior brother's mood to change greatly, and his face shows fear and jealousy. I have been cleaning the stele forest with my senior brother for more than 100 years, and I have never seen him have such an abnormality.

Lin Cangxue and the others turned their heads and looked at the backs of the ancient monuments, also frowning a little, not knowing why Ci Nan was like this.

And when Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the backs of the ancient monuments, his expression suddenly froze, and he saw that the back of the three thousand ancient monuments was engraved with a name.

At first glance, all the names are headed by Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan had no intention.

Xuanyuan industry.

Xuanyuan Qing'er.

......

The names, like immortal heroic souls, are engraved on the ancient monument with blood, which is shocking.

Three thousand stele forests.

It is the corpse of the three thousand Xuanyuan family.

The name on the stele is invisible, neither can Cisheng see, nor can Jun Chengcheng, and everyone can't see it, except for the forest famine and mercy.

Perhaps before that, compassion could not be seen...... However, the latter Hongchen has been training for thirty years, and after suddenly seeing Xuanyuan raising troops that day, he can see it.

The latter's old figure swayed, looking at the familiar names on the stele, as if he saw faces that had never been forgotten.

Among them, there is his father.

There are two older brothers of his.

There is his aunt......

There is even the name of the little girl with whom he used to be a baby.

......

Suddenly, Ci Nan sat paralyzed on the ground, covered with loess, whimpering and crying, a monk who has practiced Buddhism for 200 years, experienced 30 years of Hongchen training, and experienced countless ups and downs, but at this moment he is crying like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

The whimpering cry was full of loneliness and guilt.

Lin Huang looked at the mercy in front of him and was silent. Looking up and sweeping the stele forest, my heart was also suppressed and sour.

When Xuanyuan Wuxiang died, the Xuanyuan clan was dressed in white, and the Xuanyuan clan held the banner of the Xuanyuan clan and entered the East Spirit, and finally exchanged the 3,000 pieces of weeping blood monument for 50 years of peace in the East Spirit Realm.

The righteousness of the world is nothing more than that!

On the seventh floor of the Tiance Building of Xuanyuan Mansion, there are countless tablets of heroic spirits and a row of everlasting lamps that will never be extinguished.

Perhaps Xuanyuan Tibing will never know that in this Wuzen Temple, someone has built a mound for the Xuanyuan clan, and the inscriptions are engraved with Buddhist scriptures to surpass the soul.

Then, Lin Huang's gaze was condensed and fell in the center of the stele forest.

There, there is a stupa.

The tower has seven floors!

On the top floor of the pagoda, there is an ancient bell, which emits a mighty Buddha sound in a short time, spreading for ten miles. In the sound of the Buddha, the wish is profound, as if it is surpassing the soul, but it is not like ......

Lin Huang looked at the seven-story floating pagoda, his face was thoughtful, and then he walked towards the pagoda.

Inside the pagoda, there should be no leaf without Zen!

Among the three thousand stele forests, Lin Huang came around the dense stele forest, followed by a pause, stood in front of the pagoda, and said respectfully: "Late Lin Huang, meet Ye Wuchan's predecessors!"

Squeak.

As soon as Lin Huang's words fell, an entrance appeared in the pagoda, allowing Lin Huang to enter.

Behind the stele forest, Cisheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the forest barren who had entered the pagoda, his old face showed a touch of contemplation and doubt, as well as this shallow shock.

For more than 100 years, only two people could enter that stupa.

The first one was Lin Changtian eighteen years ago. Forcibly break into the pagoda with the realm of the warrior king.

Lin Huang is the second.

After entering the pagoda, Lin Huang's eyes pierced, and he only felt that countless golden lights had disappeared into his eyes.

After adapting for a while, Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked around, slightly stunned in his heart. The whole stupa has seven floors on the outside, but only one layer on the inside.

Inside the pagoda, there are millions of ancient Sanskrit inscriptions.

Each Sanskrit text is permeated with a clear golden light, condensed together, forming a terrifying Buddha light, revealing the supreme power of the Dharma like the vast ocean.

In the whole pagoda, the golden light is shining, and it is not the magnificence of the Tianbao auction house, but it makes people feel like falling into the illusion of Sumeru.

At this moment, Lin Huang felt that the Dharma was boundless!

Lin Huang glanced at the ancient tower, and when his eyes fell on the center of the ancient tower and saw the figure sitting cross-legged, his expression suddenly changed......

(End of chapter)