There are no trees in the courtyard of the five stupas except for the yellow sand, and the five stupas stand alone where it makes people feel a different tranquility.

The sun has set in the sky, the heat of the day and the cold of the night are intertwined at dusk, there are few people on the streets of Dunhuang City, and they all rush back to their homes to enjoy the peace of the night and their families.

Zhao Feng stood in the center of the five pagodas, quietly observing the five pagodas, and when the sun had fallen into the horizon and the red moon was revealed, Zhao Feng stepped into a pagoda.

The darkness is like a tide that darkens the night of the border city under the world, and the five stupas exude the golden light of conversation in the dark night.

The pagoda that Zhao Feng stepped into suddenly brightened up on the first floor at this time, turning the entire courtyard into gold, so that the night could not be powerless.

In less than half an hour, there will be a layer of golden light in the pagoda, and the solemn Buddha power and a holy Buddha in the golden light will come out wantonly.

Standing on the seventh floor, Zhao Feng closed his eyes and experienced the artistic conception revealed in the golden light, while the monk who passed out on the side was leaning against the wall at the moment, looking at Zhao Feng with difficulty chanting the words of the Buddha in his mouth.

After a long time, Zhao Feng opened his eyes, ignored the visions of those golden lights, and still went downstairs, walked out of the pagoda, and turned into another pagoda.

And after Zhao Feng entered that pagoda, it was like the first pagoda, but this time it took a long time to break the prohibition on the relics in the seventh layer.

Then, like this, Zhao Feng entered the other two stupas at once, but the time to enter was getting longer and longer, and when Zhao Feng entered the last stupa, he still stayed at the gate of that stupa for half an hour.

When Zhao Feng stepped into the last pagoda, at this time, whether it was true qi or strength or spirit, the body was already exhausted, and the three of them on the first floor of the pagoda were quietly sitting around the relics in the middle and chanting the Buddha's words.

Zhao Feng's pupils shrank when he saw the number of people, and then he made a move.

The battle continued in the pagoda, and there were three pagoda guards on each floor of this pagoda guarding the holy Buddha relics in the center, and Zhao Feng took more time than the previous four pagodas to make this pagoda a golden victory.

At the same time, when Zhao Feng was experiencing the artistic conception of the last layer of the holy Buddha relics, the visions produced by the five stupas were intertwined, and another vision suddenly appeared, and at the same time, some places in the compound suddenly shone bright light, and went straight to the dark sky, so that the sky of Dunhuang City was suddenly shrouded in golden light.

Suddenly, countless civilians and monks and soldiers in Dunhuang City prayed sincerely after seeing the golden light, and at the same time, more than a dozen monks wearing Taoist robes outside the northern gate of Dunhuang City frowned slightly after looking at the vision of Dunhuang City, and then disappeared into the dark night outside the city.

In the governor's palace, Aoba looked at the golden disc in the sky, sat on the futon, turned his head, and the Buddhist beads in his hand, reciting the appearance of the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, which was extremely solemn.

At the same time, the abbot and monks who had already been awake in the hall of Dunhuang also began to recite the Buddha language in the Buddhist scriptures, which resounded throughout Dunhuang City, and the sound reached the sky.

Suddenly, the golden light in the blue sky began to appear in some kind of scene, and the golden light in the compound slowly gathered towards the sky.

Zhao Feng, who had already left the pagoda, was standing in the five pagodas at this time, looking at the five monks who were condensed by those golden lights at the gates of the five pagodas with a vigilant face.

None of the five monks cultivated like an ordinary monk, but Zhao Feng was extremely alert than when he met the reincarnation of the Fifty Holy Buddhas that night.

Zhao Feng looked up at the scene in the sky and was immediately extremely surprised, because the scenery in the golden light in the blue sky made Zhao Feng's head extremely confused.

In the golden light, the Buddha sat in the center, extremely tall and majestic, and the Buddha was surrounded by these countless birds, beasts, and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, there was nothing, what really surprised Zhao Feng was the appearance of a Buddha boy in front of the Buddha, since it was his uncle Lin Ziol.

"It's hard to understand" Aoba didn't know when he appeared in the compound.

Zhao Feng followed the prestige to look at Aoba, and his face gradually became indifferent.

"There are thirty-five holy Buddha relics in the five stupas, and the other fifteen relics are buried in this compound and are not enshrined in the pagoda, because the fifteen Buddha cultivators who have achieved the position of holy Buddha are willing to let their relics melt into the ground with the formation left by the Buddha," Aoba said.

Zhao Feng still didn't have any expression on his face after hearing this.

"Fifty holy Buddha relics are now all displayed in front of you, and the monks in front of the five stupas are five of the Buddha's disciples, and you can feel the artistic conception of them," Aoba continued.

After Zhao Feng heard this, he closed his eyes to feel the artistic conception of the remaining fifteen holy Buddhas, and Qingye did not disturb, just waiting quietly.

"Why" After a long time, Zhao Feng opened his eyes and looked at Aoba and asked.

"No, why, since you've come here, you're qualified," Aoba said.

After hearing this, Zhao Feng looked up at the vision and golden light in the sky that were gradually dissipating, and then turned his head to look at Aoba, Zhao Feng knew that Buddhism would not be so good for himself to experience the artistic conception of fifty holy Buddhas.

"Lin Ziol was a disciple of the Buddha back then, and the Buddha's most favored disciple ended up betraying Buddhism and entering the academy," Aoba said.

Zhao Feng still didn't have any expression on his face after hearing this, but he was extremely surprised in his heart, this news made Zhao Feng unable to digest it at all, the disciple of the Buddha, and he was the most optimistic disciple of the Buddha.

"The Buddha Gate and the Buddha Kingdom will continue to stop you, everywhere, all the time, but not taking advantage of the danger of others," Aoba said

Zhao Feng looked at Qingye suspiciously, and couldn't understand the reason, so he turned around and left Dunhuang Temple and returned to the inn to rest.

Qingye looked at Zhao Feng who was leaving, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he entered the five pagodas, like Qianming Temple, and took away the relics in the pagoda and the relics in the compound.

The holy Buddha sits under the Bodhi tree, and under the Bodhi tree, there are several other Buddha cultivators who have achieved the position of the small Buddha and the position of the big Buddha.

"Dunhuang Temple," said one of the practitioners of the Fifth Realm, who had attained the position of Little Buddha.

Then the lamp was lit, and the Holy Buddha dropped a sunspot on the chessboard left by the Buddha in front of him.

The mountain behind the academy

Lin Ziol also knew the situation in the Dunhuang Temple, after all, the cultivators who crossed the Five Realms and entered the Sixth Realm were powerful, and no one would know about them except himself.

The rhubarb next to him looked at Lin Ziol, and his eyes revealed a look of concern.

"Hehe, back then, you and I betrayed a sword from the Buddha Gate to make the Buddha nirvana early" Lin Ziol turned his head to look at the ecliptic

"Quack," Rhubarb screamed, as if in reply.

"We all know that time and real history to make such a decision, I believe I am right, the master is right," Lin Ziol said as he looked at the night.

And at the same time, the sword saint Mo Tao in the southern territory was lost.

(It's August after twelve o'clock tonight.,Here Xiaoai comes to ask for flowers and recommendations.,I hope you let me be on the flower list)