Tianzhu City.

"Immortals step on the Spirit Mountain, and the Nine Heavens Gods and Buddhas are all removed."

The old monk muttered, slowly stood up, and the clouds and mist around him surged, or transformed into soil, or transformed into trees, or transformed into people.

The scene is unpredictable, from far to near, sometimes slow, sometimes accelerating, like someone constantly pulling a progress bar.

When I walked outside, it was already empty. The traffic lights are working as always, switching between red, green and yellow in an orderly manner, but the difference is that the road has long been less prosperous than it used to be, and the endless stream of vehicles has disappeared.

Shops on both sides of the road are closed.

Tianzhu City is not very big, at most the scale of a fourth-tier small city. Due to special historical factors, there are no tall office buildings, but some retro dwellings and many temples.

The monk looked up at the front, in front of him is an ancient road 10,000 meters long, every year countless people come here to kowtow step by step pilgrimage, at the end of the world's oldest temple, Shiyuan.

Compared with other newly built ones, this temple is much smaller, and it also looks very dilapidated, with a strong historical atmosphere.

In the past, no matter how special its status was, it was just a temple, but in today's environment, the environment is very different, and there are faiths gathering all the time. Its scale is not worse than that of the previous life, if it is developed for a few more decades, it will definitely be able to reach the incense accumulated by Buddhism in the previous life for hundreds of years.

If there had been such a large population in the previous life, the Bodhi Realm might have really been achieved. But unfortunately there is no if, he will crush it before the Bodhi realm becomes a climate, maybe it will take hundreds of years, maybe a lifetime.

The Bodhi realm is the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of Buddhism, and even the living immortals have not been completely extinguished at the beginning. It may not be interesting to spend that much time, but you can also see the trickiness of it.

Walking through the long ancient road, I entered the temple, where several equally emaciated dervishes were waiting for me.

The four monks of Tianhua Temple are also the monks who solved his doubts for himself and let him reunite the heart of the Buddha.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid that there will be more luck here, why waste the rare incense?"

One of the dervishes asked.

The monk replied, "If you want to be the elephant power of the Buddhas and dragons, why do you need to pretend to be sentient beings. Poor monks can cross the Buddhas without eating incense. This is only a part of the Bodhi realm, if this part can't be crossed, how can we talk about crossing all the Buddhas? ”

The real Bodhi realm is powerless even for the top-level god power, and the only one who can enter and kill out of it is the world immortal, and he can only barely enter and exit in his heyday. But if it first opens today, heaven and earth have their own great opportunities, and he has gained a little.

So he wanted to emulate the immortals, and also walked through the Lingshan Mountain and killed Bodhi.

It's important for him, very important.

The dervish was silent for a few seconds and said, "Fellow Daoists are in love." ”

"Perhaps." The monk no longer hides the obsession in his heart, "I and other people born in that era, whether it is a rabbit, an old Taoist, or the eight peers in the world, all have the same obsession. ”

"We're chasing the same target, chasing the back of that person. Never came near until he died, touching the corners of his clothes. ”

The palms of the monk were slightly clenched, his eyes were shining, and the calm and modesty on his face disappeared, leaving only a trace of obsession.

"To be born in that era was both fortunate and unfortunate. And if I hadn't been born in that era, I think I'd regret it for the rest of my life. ”

The ascetic opened his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of exclamation in his chaotic eyes.

"The one who has never been before or after is the same age as him. The victor is willing to die, the strong are desperate, the seeker sees the way, and the strong are crazy...... Did he reincarnate too? ”

The monk nodded slightly and said, "He said that he is willing to enter the mortal world and no longer fight for this world." ”

"So you should rejoice." The ascetic commented that it sounded like an insult to the world, as if he was despising the powerful in the world, but it was true.

The monk did not refute, sat down in front of the ancient Buddha, and said, "Masters, have you ever witnessed that battle? ”

The four monks all shook their heads, they practiced penance in Tianhua Temple, and they could only know its movements, but could not see the whole picture.

This is a great pity.

"Then share this battle today."

Incense surges, everything is renewed, and heaven and earth are turned upside down.

A spiritual mountain rises from the ground, a Taoist and a monk come to the foot of the spiritual mountain, see the temple like a forest, see the monk like the sea.

The Taoist rose into the air, and a vast aura enveloped the Lingshan Temple.

"Poor Li Changsheng, come here today to set foot on Lingshan."

That year, he was so high-spirited, his Taoism was unsurpassed, and his demeanor could be described as reaching the top.

Perhaps at this moment, Chu Di was shocked to find that Master Dushi did not prepare this live broadcast for the sake of faith. He didn't need faith in the first place, he just wanted to recreate history.

Whether it's imagery or your own.

As he said before: In the past, there were immortals who stepped on ten thousand Buddhas, and now there are poor monks who cross the world and cross the Buddhas.

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Li Changsheng and the monk traveled to Lingshan, and as soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they could hear the bells echoing between the mountains, and the vast Buddha intention was permeated in the void.

"It's a holy place."

Li Changsheng couldn't help but admire, the great sect of the gate can be inherited for 10,000 years, naturally has its heritage, not to mention the Buddhism that has been inherited for I don't know how many years.

There are many spiritual veins here, criss-crossed, and the temples between the mountains form a certain formation, gathering the Buddhist incense all over the world. Hundreds of years of accumulation have even given that Buddha statue a spiritual wisdom, and each Buddha statue is at least a magic weapon of the Jindan period.

In his perception, there is one statue in the transformation stage, hundreds in the Yuan Infant stage, and thousands in the Jindan stage.

These Buddha statues may not be as good as real monks, but after all, they have the corresponding level of power, and the number of them is extremely tricky. If the two-thousand-year-old himself came here, I am afraid that there would be a tie at most, and even a little injury.

"It's a bit like my Great Cloud Array, but it's even more profound, and even I can't find out where this Bodhi Realm is. Little monk, tell me what your master's name is, so as not to kill him by mistake later. ”

The monk replied: "The little monk master only cultivates to build a foundation, and he has long passed away. ”

"And do you have anyone you care about?"

"There are no grievances under the Dao Chief, since this is the case, the little monk has nothing to say."

Li Changsheng looked at this little monk who drilled the horns of the bull, and could see that his Buddha heart was already a little broken, and he was probably only one step away from going mad.

He sighed and said, "Children are like this, they are especially easy to drill the horns, just like I did back then. Little monk in the world, everyone is a lone wanderer along the way of cultivation, I can't help you, but there is a sentence I can give you. ”

"There is no good and no evil body, there are good and evil movements. Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing. ”

There is no clear distinction between good and evil, let alone an absolute standard. Sometimes killing is saving people, and sometimes saving people is killing people.

Li Chang has lived for more than 3,000 years and has experienced many things. The long years did not make him lose themselves, but they did not make him dusty, but made him more and more transparent.

He has leveled countless temples along the way, but he never thinks that Buddhism is all evil people and Buddhism is all crooked. It's not that there is nothing wrong with the Daomen, but there is no Buddhism on such a large scale. In addition, the orthodoxy of Xuanmen such as Shangqing Palace is not supported, and the Taoist temples engaged in by some monks who are loose or out of order are naturally not as good as temples supported by Wanfo Mountain.

Buddhism has taken a crooked path for hundreds of years, and has been blinded by incense. I want to enjoy the worship of the world, but I don't want to take responsibility.

It is the people, not the Buddhas, who are wrong.

It's a pity that these hundred-year-old little monks are not deeply involved in the world, and they have too little experience, so they obviously can't see clearly. Even if you have a Buddha heart, you don't have the accumulation of years, and you haven't seen the red dust of the world, it's just an ornament.

It is impossible for a person to be born to know.

I think of the same thing in the snowy night of the past, when I first met her, it was a sword, and it was more like sharpening a sword to say that it was practice. In this way, he was destined to take a crooked path, unable to find his own way, and finally became a puppet of the Heavenly Sword.

Then she found her way.

This is also why there are so many sword masters, only Xue Ye can dominate the world, and the edge is close to the Heavenly Sword Daoist, the ancestor of the mountain.

The monk of the world was stunned in place, muttering the words just now in his mouth, and his eyes revealed a trace of clarity.

Li Changsheng didn't pay any attention to him, and took off into the air, standing above the sky, taking a look at the mountains.

"Poor Li Changsheng, come here today to set foot on Lingshan."

The sound rippled through the land and suppressed the distant bell. The ensuing coercion poured down towards the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, and all the monks who practiced in the temple only felt their hearts sinking.

"What kind of demon dares to be presumptuous in the holy land of Buddhism."

In the void, a giant Buddha rises from the ground, the lotus flower sitting cross-legged is as huge as a mountain range, a pair of hands stretched out can span thousands of miles, and the slightly opened eyes are like the sun and the moon.

The Buddha statue at the peak of the gods, it is no wonder that Buddhism is so persistent in incense. Even if it is a big sect like the Shangqing Palace of Buddhism, there is no way to guarantee that there is a peak of transformation in every period.

It is already very good to be able to ensure that the power of the gods continues.

But it's just a mere god.

A palm is slapped out, like a small world falling, and the palm that covers the sky and the sun will be unavoidable.

Li Changsheng was not afraid, and raised his hand to raise a branch in the mountain forest under his feet and flew up and fell into his hand. The branches are twisted and forked, and a few dead leaves hang from them.

At this time, the Buddha's palm had completely covered him, and the shadow shrouded him for dozens of miles.

And he still brushed the forks off the branches of the tree unhurriedly, making them barely straight.

Looking up slightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a sword intent spontaneously appeared, and the incomparable sword intent rose to the sky, breaking through the vast Buddha intent.

Heaven is the most private, and heaven and earth bow down.

The sword rises to the sky, and the sword falls to the sky.

Zheng!

A flash of white light flashed like a waning moon falling. The Buddha's palm that covered the sky and the sun shattered inch by inch, and it was as fragile as a bubble in front of this sword light, unable to cover or resist.

The giant Buddha was cut off with a palm, and the palm like a mountain came to naught.

The Taoist stood in the air, holding a branch in his hand, and looked down at the Buddha in front of him. Obviously, the difference in size between the two sides is huge, and the Taoist is not even an ant in front of the Buddha, but for some reason everything is reversed.

The Buddha was not even an ant in front of this mysterious Taoist.

Why is this happening?!

This is the Supreme Infinite Sword Intent?

Countless monks in Lingshan looked at the Taoist in horror, recalling the fear of nearly a thousand years ago, when the sword immortal entered Lingshan on that day and overwhelmed the Buddhas with invincible power.

And today, another person who comprehended the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent came to Lingshan, and this time he didn't even bring the Heavenly Sword.

"It's empty."

Li Changsheng's fingertips slid over the branches, not paying any attention to the giant Buddha in front of him.

Why do you say that it is just a god, because this giant Buddha has an empty realm, and it is naturally not as good as a real god. There are many factors that affect the strength of the fighting method, and the cultivation community generally believes that one is the realm, the second is the magic weapon Dao method, and the third is the skill experience.

There is nothing wrong with these three criteria, and they apply in most cases. But when it comes to the gods, it is different, the gods pay attention to the Tao, and it is the comprehension of the Tao.

The most intuitive is the supernatural power cultivated, which is close to the Tao, and can very clearly show the level of the monk.

"Amitabha."

The giant Buddha chanted, and then the heaven and earth throbbed, and the vast incense carried the monstrous Buddha's will, and thousands of Buddha palms were patted out.

In every palm of the incense evolution avenue, there are mountains, towns, people, and things...... All things are born, evolve, and multiply.

The scriptures fall like rain, like a river surging endlessly.

The sound of chanting scriptures from the entire Lingshan came slowly.

Li Changsheng broke through ten million Buddha palms with one sword, whether it was one palm or two palms, a thousand palms were the same, they were just one sword, this was the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent.

The sword qi was galloping, and the giant Buddha could not raise its head.

Finally, the other great powers of Wanfoshan couldn't stand it, and countless figures rose into the air, two in the early stage of the gods, dozens of Yuan Infants, and countless Jindan.

Many Dharmas, thousands of golden lights smashed towards the Supreme Infinite Sword Intent, and the power of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountains finally broke the branch.

The giant Buddha tried his best to slap it with one palm, and the whole earth was throbbing, and the dust had covered the mountains for dozens of miles.

Thundered!

A thunderclap rang out, a wisp of breath spread, and the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

The palm of the giant Buddha slowly rose, not that he withdrew his palm or showed mercy to his subordinates, but that a thunderbolt was pushing him back. Immediately afterwards, thunder erupted on the arm like a pillar of heaven, like a wild horse galloping, and like the Yangtze River galloping, and the arm collapsed inch by inch.

Countless Buddhist masters came one after another, using all their might, offering tens of thousands of Buddha treasures, and their figures were as dense as stars.

No matter how good your Dharma is, you can't withstand such thunder.

The ultimate in attack, the pinnacle of speed.

Whew!

Li Changsheng instantly penetrated all the enemies within a radius of ten miles around him, and the speed was so fast that he pulled out a net of heaven and earth in the void, and the dense thunder and lightning were not to capture the enemies, but the traces left by their demise.

Countless fragments and corpses fell, witnessing the ascent of Leifa.

Sensing the great threat, the giant Buddha hurriedly retreated, but the thunder light had already rushed towards him, as if it had moved, and it only took a breath to come to him.

Li Changsheng was bathed in thunder light, exhaling and inhaling as if thunder was roaring, and his fingertips lightly touched the Buddha's forehead.

The dazzling white light flooded the sky and the earth, and even the sound fell silent.

When the light disappeared, only half of the giant Buddha's body remained, and half of the dozens of mountains behind it were worn away, and the hollow mountain surface was covered with magma.

The Taoist also stood in the air as he had just begun, looking down on Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, and no one dared to face him at this moment.

The great power of Buddhism that was still alive, the bystanders who heard the news, and the people behind the scenes who cast their eyes on this place all fell into silence, death-like silence.

He single-handedly leveled Lingshan.

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In the sky above Tianzhu, a mess of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountains is reflected.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi stood in the air, and his previous sentence: Poor Taoist Li Changsheng, came here today to set foot on Lingshan.

This moment is vivid in my eyes and constantly echoes in my ears.

As if it had happened in history, the picture spread to all parts of China through the machines arranged in the city and entered the eyes of countless people. There are also some cow ghosts and snake gods hidden in the shadows, casting their eyes here.

But no matter who it is, the expression is the same at the moment.

The world was suffocating for his strength at this moment.

Ordinary people were amazed by that picture, and the brilliance of the top fighting methods in the cultivation world made them forget to breathe. The cultivator was suffocated by the strength of that person, and one person could be so powerful.

Dozens of kilometers away from the city, on that unknown peak.

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened slightly, perfectly interpreting what it means to be stunned. They are even more out of shape than ordinary people because they understand this aspect better than ordinary people.

He Yu was the same, he knew that the Immortal in the Cloud was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, it was beyond his imagination.

That's Buddhism, a sect that has been inherited for an unknown amount of time, and it can't be regarded as a sect anymore. Similar to Xuanmen, I don't know how many sects in the world can call themselves Xuanmen.

It may not be possible to use Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain to represent Buddhism, but it is definitely the leader of Buddhism and represents the highest strength of Buddhism.

But today, this Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was broken by one person, just like the sword fairy in the Chengjian Record. It's just that I don't know if the Sword Immortal is as easy as this living immortal, and how much time it took.

But in any case, he did it, and he pressed the Buddha door alone.

"Too strong, isn't it?"

"It's just a monster, those who call kings and honors in my time are nothing more than that, even inferior to him."

"Aren't you farting? Don't you see how strong the Sword Immortal is? The gold content of immortals in the immortal era was significantly higher than that in ancient times. ”

"Nonsense, the ancient era spans a long time, and the really powerful powers haven't come out yet."

The little black man came back to his senses, applauded and exclaimed: "What an immortal stepped on the Spirit Mountain, and the Nine Heavens God and Buddha were all removed." Sure enough, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong title. Immortals in the world, immortals in the world, as long as he is in the world, he is an immortal. ”

"I underestimated him, and he deserves to be a strong man on a par with the Sword Immortal."

(End of chapter)