After Nuwa bowed, she turned around and left, not wanting to say more.

The cold color in Yuan Shi Tianzun's eyes did not fade, and his words were alienated: "Since the guide is gone, why are you still here?"

Amitabha Buddha said indifferently: "Although my Buddha is not Xuanmen, although it is away from Xuanmen, but the Buddha's road is also the way of the side door, after all, the same way, for the way, for the source of transcendence, my Buddha should have this trip." ”

Yuan Shi was silent for a moment, ignored Amitabha, and turned to leave.

Amitabha Buddha left the wilderness, and the mother of Zhun Ti Buddha still did not leave, because he wanted to find the master of Mahayana Buddhism, that is, the current Buddha, but among the disciples of Buddhism, there is no one who has this ability.

Although Buddhism has thousands of immortals and red dust guests, but after all, it is still shallow, if it is a million years later, he Buddhism should have talents.

The person Zhun Ti once valued was Qingluo, but unfortunately Qingluo's luck had become successful, and he had no chance to go to the West, so he had to give up.

Buddhism spread all over the world, and all living beings in the wilderness knew that there was a sect in the Western world, called Buddha, which was a sect of compassion and compassion.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the hundred sects of Xuanmen, all hostile to Buddhism, and even those who have foresight, have set off to the mundane at this moment, preaching and preaching, walking in the world, and preaching the way of Taoism and Xuanzong.

Qingluo is still walking on the edge of the East China Sea, not fast, not slow, not slow.

The wind and waves walk together, the sun, moon and stars are companions, and they cross the sea.

Until one day, an old man walked out of Shouyang Mountain, and the power of heaven and earth lifted his mind again.

The old Taoist sat on a green ox, and a young Taoist led the cow in front of the green ox.

The young Taoist and the old Taoist walked one after the other, and a green ox headed west.

The young Taoist walked out of the mountain gate with a yearning, but the road he took was against his heart.

To the east, there were three hundred mountains, five hundred rivers and lakes, and to the east of that was the vast ocean.

There was an island in the depths of the ocean, and that was the place he wanted to go and go back to.

But now, he is going in the opposite direction, choosing the west to move away from the east, and going farther and farther.

On Jinao Island, the three virgins looked up to the west, and Duobao left them with only a shadow, still as upright as before, once a senior brother, and now they have turned away.

The turtle spirit's face was anxious, Wudang's face was gloomy, and Jin Ling was silent.

The three thousand disciples all stood outside the palace, waiting for the three virgins.

With every step Duobao takes, a wisp of mana is dispersed from his body, one step closer to the Western Pure Land, and one step away from Biyou in the East China Sea.

From the rising of the great sun in the east, to the west mountain of sunset.

Duobao walked for a day and night, Lao Tzu closed his eyes for a day and night, there was silence inside and outside Biyou Palace for a day and night, and all the powers of heaven and earth watched for a day and night.

Including Qingluo, he is also like the power of heaven and earth, and when it is not his business, he can only be a spectator, but this time he still moved.

Duobao walked for nine days and nine nights, and heaven and earth were silent for nine days and nine nights.

Qingluo came to the outside of Jinao Island, and the three thousand disciples bent down to salute, salute, and bow.

Qingluo walked by and waited with a smile.

The three thousand disciples stood respectfully, without saying a word, and treated them solemnly.

Qingluo stepped into the Biyou Palace, and the three virgins stood up to greet her.

Qingluo Jishou smiled and said: "Three Taoist friends, you are polite"

Jin Ling smiled lightly and said, "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and Daoist friends are even more than in the past." ”

Qingluo waved his hand and said with a smile: "Three of them are too." ”

The golden spirit evil corpse rebuilt the body of the incense fire god, and the luck was fed.

The realm of the turtle spirit is open, and the breath of the good corpse surrounds the body, and the good corpse is not far away.

When the good corpse is cut off, the old mother of Lishan, the old man of the three religions, and the name of Weide.

Qingluo turned to look at the three thousand disciples outside the palace, and said with a smile: "Can the three of you have this heart?"

He looked at the three thousand disciples outside the palace, and the heart he said was their heart, and he wished to ask for the heart of the treasure to return.

The three Madonnas nodded in unison. But they are not only the four great disciples who used to be, but they are now the leaders of the sect, and they know the difficulties when they are in their positions.

They stand taller and see farther, they put the overall situation first, and they are no longer willful people with other disciples.

Qingluo smiled: "Since there is, then you can go back as you like, how about it?"

The eyes of the three virgins lit up, and the turtle spirit hurriedly said: "Please also ask Taoist friends to teach me!"

Wudang Jin Ling also nodded in unison.

Qingluo replied: "Although I have the Fa, whether I succeed or fail lies with you, not me. ”

。。。

On the tenth day of Duobao's westward journey, the great sun rose to the East China Sea, and 3,000 disciples traveled out of the country.

Lao Tzu, who was sitting on the green ox, raised his eyelids slightly, but still didn't open them.

Duobao paused, his body stiffened for a moment, but he stepped westward again. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he turned around, he would never be able to walk again.

Intercepting 3,000 disciples, the wind and clouds gathered, thousands of immortals crossed the vast sea, and crossed mountains and rivers.

Even if there are no immortals to come to the court, the momentum of the sect is still like a rainbow.

Qingluo sat cross-legged on the top of Zizhi Cliff, closing his eyes and resting.

Duobao goes west, it is the general trend, the general trend, and it cannot be changed.

Although the chances are slim, the disciples are still willing to give it a try. Even Qingluo, the person who came up with the idea, is not optimistic about them.

But some things, some people, even if there is a slight opportunity, are worth fighting for all their lives.

Western Buddhism, Zhun Ti Buddha Mother High Lotus Platform, looking east. The three great scholars stood on both sides, the Maitreya Medicine Master stood in front of them, the eighteen Arhats were separated, and the eight heavenly dragons guarded the Buddha realm.

Zhun Ti's heart is very calm at the moment, even if Lao Tzu, this unfathomable senior brother comes to the west, he is not in a hurry, sometimes the will of heaven is the most unpredictable, and often the opposite is not yet known.

Intercepting the three thousand immortals, crossing the ocean, passing through the mountains and rivers, caught up in front of the Hangu Pass, and caught up with Lao Tzu.

Jin Ling, Wudang, and Turtle Spirit, led three thousand Xuanmen disciples to bow respectfully.

Immortals in a place, bow their heads, and wait for people to come.

When Duobao walked with the green cow, he saw such a picture.

The immortals of a place, touch the ground with their foreheads, kneel on the ground, such as three thousand sculptures, towering and immovable, although they are worshipping, but they are magnificent.

Duobao stopped, he couldn't walk, and he couldn't walk.

The green ox raised its head and barked to the sky.

"Moo~"

Lao Tzu closed his eyes all the way and finally opened them.

It was also at this moment that the three thousand disciples of the Interception Sect bowed in unison: "Disciple Sanqing, meet the eldest master." ”

The sound rose from the bottom to the top, because they were the sound of their heads touching the ground, and more than 3,000 voices converged, without a single noise, and they spoke in unison, and their hearts were sharp.

This word, the last three words, the aftermath of the echo, echoed between heaven and earth.

Lao Tzu's heart was touched, and he was silent for a while, without saying a word or moving.

The three thousand immortals are still kneeling and worshipping, whether it is the little immortal of the Heavenly Immortal Xuan Immortal, or the great immortal of the Golden Immortal Taiyi, or the power of the Great Luo Quasi-Saint, they have been kneeling.

There is no immortal aura on their bodies, no vision, not even a trace of their own Dao aura is revealed, at this moment they are all mortals, all ants, humble and tragic.

Duobao's eyes were crystal clear, and a mist appeared in front of him, covering his vision, and three thousand of the same door were in front of him, although he couldn't see the head, but he could see it at a glance.

The one who wears green is the turtle spirit, because she likes dark green the most.

It is Jin Ling who wears a silver hairpin, because she often says that gold and silver match and grow together.

Dressed in white, without ornaments on her head, she is Wudang, because she likes plain and simple the most.

The golden hoop fairy behind them always wore a golden hoop on his head that had never been removed.

The one with a big head and short hair without a crown on the top knows that he is a bearded immortal at a glance.

Dressed in gold and covered with hair, only Jin Guangxian would be like this.

。。。

The disciples who are usually fairy-winded, cheerful and active, or arrogant, or inferior, or disrespectful at this moment are very quiet, very humble, and very respectful in front of him.

Just for him.