Hundreds of millions of miles of Buddha country is vast, Buddhism is everywhere, temples are endless, and incense is curling.

The whole ancient star, the whole ancient domain, are all devout to the Buddha, and they have really created boundless faith, eternal and unique.

Today, on the top of Mount Meru, there is a certain sacred and peaceful power surging, flowing with the golden and silver glow.

Here, it seems that there is an ancient Buddha transforming the Tao, and it seems that there is immortal vitality brewing.

On the vast and boundless land, countless Buddhists, regardless of their race and cultivation, have given birth to inductions, looking at the direction of Mount Meru, as if they have enlightenment, they immediately folded their hands and said with a pious face:

"My Buddha is compassionate."

At the same time, there was a severe earthquake on Mount Meru.

Since ancient times, Mount Meru has descended on this star from outside the territory to promote Buddhism, more than a million years ago.

Although Buddhism has not had the true Buddha of the supreme realm of the extreme path descended, it has always been prosperous, and the quasi-emperor and great sage are endless.

And Mount Meru, in a sense, has become the supreme holy place of Buddhism in the human world, the heavens and all the domains, and I don't know how many Buddhist forces respect it.

Those who can live in Mount Meru are all strong people above the holy realm of Buddhism, or protectors.

At this moment, one by one the ancient Buddhas manifested and appeared in the majestic and magnificent hall, all of them looked solemnly at the place where the Buddha's light was surging.

In the haze, a slightly illusory and ethereal figure of the Buddha emerged, immeasurably flawless.

This is the power of Buddhism's belief for millions of years, but now it seems to be turning into a Tao, the gods are misty, and the divine chains of laws and gods have dissolved and disappeared from the world.

Accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chanting, reverberating between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the ancient Buddha who had finally cultivated to the world and reached the realm of quasi-emperor couldn't help but want to make a move.

This illusory Buddha body is the hope of Buddhism, and it is the foundation of Sumeru, and it must not be lost.

However, before he could make a move, a magnificent and majestic power descended, carrying the power of the Sumeru Divine Mountain, condensing the fundamental creation of Buddhism and overwhelming everything.

It is a merit treasure pestle, the whole body seems to be made of the glow of the stars falling in the sky, showing a brilliant purple, which is covered with golden cloud patterns, faintly filled with Buddha light, and the supreme extreme power is monstrous.

At the same time, the humming of the gods came from the merit pestle:

"He is the cause of the day, and the fruit of the day; When you gather and disperse, don't force it. Wait, do you realize?"

Hearing this, many ancient Buddhas folded their hands and were about to open their mouths to answer-

"Boom!"

In the depths of Sumeru, a groundbreaking roar came, and a clear Buddha light tore through the void and descended here.

"I am a Buddha with compassion and have seen a Buddha."

The Buddhas shook dramatically and bowed respectfully to the visitors.

It was an old monk with long eyebrows and reaching the ground, with strong cultivation and surprisingly high seniority, and he was the original promoter of Sumeru Buddhism.

It is placed alongside the merit pestle and is the head of the Buddhas of Sumeru.

"Moro, you're here."

The heartfelt sighs of the gods came from the treasure pestle.

The old monk who was born from the source didn't seem to have heard the words of the merit treasure pestle, and only looked straight at the illusory Buddha that was disintegrating. In his slightly cloudy eyes, there were faint tears of crystalline tears.

The long-cherished wish that spanned nearly two million years will finally be fulfilled now, and even a generation of supreme quasi-emperor ancient Buddhas can't help but cry with joy.

The top of Mount Meru is silent, and many monks and Buddhas are silent.

Only the light of the Buddha is blazing, like a fairy fire burning.

When the last ray of Buddha light is burned out, the fire light is extinguished, and there will be auspicious light and feathers floating after all.

It reflects a young child born with "Buddha bones", clear and intelligent, and excellent roots.

"Amitabha—"

The old monk Mora and the meritorious pestle, as if they had an insight into the future, immediately recited such a Buddha name that they had never heard of before.

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This is a vast plateau and mountainous area, the sky is pure and blue, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.

On the surface of the earth is an endless grassland and water

The abundance of grass is the foundation of the herdsmen's livelihood.

Naturally, most of the people who live in this area believe in Buddhism.

On this day, an old monk with long eyebrows came to the home of a herdsman, showed his Dharma, expressed his intention, and wanted to take the couple's youngest son to practice.

As ordinary people, they may not have a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings, and their beliefs are not so pious, but they have the most simple respect for the old monks.

Coupled with the fact that the old monk had shown his own cultivation before, it was naturally more respectable.

The old monk was reluctant to force it, and in the end he had to listen to the child's own wishes.

After receiving the latter's affirmative answer, the old monk's face finally showed an unconcealable smile, and he said very happily:

"After this day, you will be called Amitabha."

The old monk's eyes were lowered, and there was unconcealed love in them, and he looked at the child in front of him very kindly.

And the eyes of the child who is called Amitabha are also clear and clear.

It doesn't look like a young child who is about to leave home at all, and it feels like a teenager and an old man.

However, when Moro rode the auspicious clouds and took Amitabha to the clouds for the first time, the latter burst into tears in an instant, which was really heartbreaking.

The sky in the clouds, for a long time, echoed with Moro's laughter.

After bringing Amida back to Mount Meru, Morosan built his foundation with many rare treasures of heaven and earth.

These are all the accumulations of Sumeru, or Buddhism for millions of years, and now they are smashed on the little Amitabha at any cost.

Of course, as a generation of supreme quasi-emperors, Moro will never pull out the seedlings to help them grow, and every heavenly and earthly treasure will not be wasted, nor will it bury hidden dangers for his subsequent cultivation, making his foundation extremely solid, which can be called a shock to the past and the present.

On the top of Mount Meru, a Bodhi tree stands, compared with the common Bodhi tree, it is not too high, only about three zhang.

In the past, Sumeru suffered a catastrophe, and the Bodhi Sacred Tree was naturally not spared, and finally perished.

For more than a million years, Bodhi Zi has bathed in endless Buddha light, and many ancient Buddhas have been watered with pure and immaculate red dust faith, and their nature has long been restored.

The whole sacred tree is like a jasper carving, crystal clear, and the whole body is more fairy and shining, and the green light is shining.

Countless branches are pressed down, and the green leaves on them are swaying and rattling, sprinkling wisps of wisdom on the avenue.

Just getting close to it, it was as if you could hear the roar of the Great Dao Heavenly Sound in the void, and the Zen sound was bursting, almost making people fall into the deepest realm of enlightenment.

A young monk sits cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, dressed in a white robe, with a solemn and otherworldly appearance.

He is not very old, definitely less than 100 years old, but he has become a saint, and he can already be called an ancient Buddha in the outside world.

What is even more commendable is that his Buddha nature is profound, whether it is the cultivation of the state of mind or the depth of the Dharma, it is enough to embarrass many Buddhist monks of higher realms.

"Hum—"

The void fluctuated and spread, and the figure of the old monk Moro appeared, looking at Amitabha not far away with satisfaction, sincerely gratified.

"Master."

Sensing Moro's arrival, Amitabha slowly opened his eyes and said respectfully.

Moro nodded, and then his face was serious:

"Emperor Lu is fighting for power, even my Buddhist disciples are not exempt from vulgarity. In this world, the only ancient path has already been opened, and it is time for you to hit the road."

Hearing this, Amitabha's expression was calm, and he looked uneventful, as if he had been mentally prepared:

"The sea of suffering is boundless, and the disciples want to cross all souls, overcome all calamities, and let all sentient beings enjoy bliss and freedom."

Its sound was magnificent, shaking the entire Sumeru and resounding through the heavens and the earth.