"Sure enough, it's weird. Fang Hong was actually prepared in his heart, if this temple was really easily destroyed by him, he would be surprised.

"I don't know if Zhang Zongyan knows what this thing is. After all, Fang Hong's experience was not as good as Zhang Zongyan's, when he encountered such a strange thing, his first reaction was to ask the Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

After thinking about it, he tried to hold up this temple with his powerful supernatural powers, this temple is not big, and the top of the sky is only 10,000 catties, it should not be difficult for him to hold it up. But in the end, it didn't work, he tried hard, and the temple was like growing on the ground, not moving.

"It seems that I still have to go in and find out, anyway, I travel with thoughts, even if it is all damaged, it is only a little attrition, and it can't shake the fundamentals. Since he couldn't shake it, Fang Hong made a decision and planned to enter this temple as well.

As soon as he thought about it, he took on a human form, quickly came to the gate of the temple, and walked in. The temple doesn't have a gate, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

As soon as Fang Hong stepped inside, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, and in just an instant, his whole person appeared in a vast and boundless space.

"There is actually a space inside, could it be a blessed place?" he looked around, a little surprised in his heart.

The first impression of this space is desolation and dead silence, there is no sun in the sky, but it always maintains a white and miserable light, which makes the whole space look even more eerie.

The ground is covered with yellow sand, and you can faintly see the dry bones of many humans and animals. These should be people or animals from the outside world who broke into the temple and were trapped here forever, and finally died miserably.

Fang Hong's figure turned into a ray of light and flew into the air in an instant. He once listened to Zhang Zong's speech, and the scope of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land was limited, and the largest was only a few hundred miles away. Moreover, generally speaking, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land is very fragile, and with the power of the powerhouse of the manifestation realm, it can be easily broken.

But this space is clearly more than hundreds of miles in circumference, and it is even as if there are no boundaries. Fang Hong had already stepped into manifestation, claiming that what his heart could reach, what his body could reach, but he still couldn't reach the edge of this world.

"What the hell is this place? It's so big. At this time, Fang Hong's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, this place is definitely not a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, it is estimated that all the Cave Heaven Blessed Land is not so big together.

He had teleported in one direction hundreds of times, and the range he had traversed was larger than that of hundreds of Ming dynasties combined, but the scenery around him was still reckless yellow sand, almost filled with desperate boredom. If it were an ordinary person here, he would definitely be driven crazy.

Time passed little by little, and the whole world gradually dimmed, and in the end, it was almost black like a ball of ink, and no matter how good your eyesight was, you couldn't see anything.

Fortunately, Fang Hong travels with thoughts, and he perceives the Quartet through his spirit, which has nothing to do with his eyesight. However, in such a thick darkness, his spirit was also greatly restricted, originally he could casually release a range of thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles, but now he can only observe a thousand zhang square, and he can't detect anything beyond that.

"Click. The yellow sand, which had been dead and silent, suddenly trembled, and a white miserable palm pierced out of the ground. The palm of his hand was firmly propped up on the ground, and when he pressed down, a man climbed up from under the ground.

The man was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like a dead man. The head was bare, and there was a ring scar on it, and it turned out to be a monk. The monk's body, dressed in a tattered robe, with his hands folded, wandered slowly around the place.

After this monk, people climbed up from the ground one after another, either shaved a big bald head, or wore a red or yellow lama robe, and even saw some deep-eyed, high-nosed, dark-skinned Tianzhu monks, it seems that all the Buddhists in the world have gathered here.

Although these monks belonged to different factions, one thing was similar, that is, they were all pale and slow, as if they were corpses.

There are more and more monks on the desert, densely scattered, all facing west, as if waiting for something.

After about a stick of incense, the darkness around him fluctuated abruptly, and then a huge Buddha appeared in mid-air.

The first snail hair, the hair color is like green beads, the face is as pure as the full moon, the appearance is like a lion, and the majesty is incomparable. This Buddha sits on his knees, his right hand sealed, and he is quietly suspended in the air.

This shape should be sacred and solemn. But the face of this Buddha was terrifyingly pale, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to contain resentment, and the golden light of merit behind his head was also full of darkness and depravity.

"What kind of place is this?" Even with Fang Hong's heart, seeing such a scene, he felt a little cold in his heart.

"Quitting his relatives and becoming a monk, knowing his heart and mind, and solving the law, he is called Shamen. Regularly practice the two hundred and fifty precepts, enter and stop purity, practice for the four noble paths, and become an arhat. The Buddha's voice came out of his mouth, and his voice was loud, and in an instant it spread throughout the world, and all the monks sat cross-legged on the ground and listened to the Buddha's words.

"An arhat can fly and change, live a long life, and live in heaven and earth. The second is Anaham, and the one who is Anaham, who lives for nineteen days and goes to the gods, proves to be an arhat. The second is the Stasha, and the one who returns the Stosha will be an arhat. The second is Sudra Huan, and those who are Sudra Huan, seven deaths and seven lives, will prove to be an arhat. The Buddha continued to talk about the scriptures, and the black clouds rolled around him, and the scriptures that should have shocked your heart like thunder also became strange and inexplicable, desperately burrowing into your brain, trying to lead you into the endless abyss.

Fang Hong already had the manifestation realm, but when he heard this sound in his ears, he still felt that his heart trembled, and he was almost about to lose his bearings. He quickly contracted all his thoughts, not hearing them, and holding on to his mind, so that he could barely compete with the voice of the Buddha.

In his heart, all kinds of thoughts turned. Since his practice, he has seen gods who are bent on restoring the glory of Shinto, a Taoist priest of the Zhengyi Sect who has betrayed Shinto, and a Quanzhen Taoist who has placed his mind on the cave and vainly tried to cultivate to become an immortal, but he has never seen a master of Buddhism.

However, he dared to be sure that there must be masters in Buddhism, at least once existed. Because he had previously subdued the three-headed monster of the fox, the python and the white bear, and the three-headed monster practiced the Buddhist exercises. However, judging from their words, it seems that this Buddhism was glorious much earlier, perhaps even before the founding of Shinto.

Because when Shinto was founded, it encompassed the world's extraordinary existence, and if Buddhism was also prosperous at that time, there would inevitably be conflicts, and it was impossible for Zhang Zongyan to skip such a big thing.