The Buddha kingdom has completely entered the world, starting from the meditation of the Buddha Kingdom Hall into his origin Buddha realm, the Buddha kingdom is no longer only stuck in a closed world, and the monks of the Buddha kingdom have entered the world and gone to every corner of the world.

No one can remember how many years the Buddha has existed, because even he can't remember how many times the Buddha has attained nirvana and how many times he has been reincarnated. After so many years of development, no one has ever calculated exactly how many monks there are in the Buddhist country that owns one-third of the realm of the divine realm.

At this time, all the monks in the Buddha country walked out of the Buddha country.

When these monks left the Buddha country, they went out into the world, and they traveled everywhere, teaching the Dharma, and none of the monks stopped.

The fastest among these monks is naturally meditation, when meditation does not want to be quiet, no one can stop except for the half-zun, knocking on the sky and the power demon also do not stop, they pass through all walks of life, running non-stop.

Meditation has already made arrangements for the Buddha kingdom, so it can move without stopping.

The killing faction and the wise demons are plotting, and the power demons can chase after them without any scruples.

Knocking on the sky was not planning in the first place, he just had to follow it.

The most distressed is the Wisdom Demon, who calculates every moment, collecting news from everywhere. He had to judge from the massive amount of information where Xiao Ling had gone, whether it was in the Meditation Origin World that was constantly running around, or whether it was among the monks who had been scattered throughout the world.

Meditation has already been followed by powerful demons and knocking on the sky, and those monks, there are too many of them, and they can't track them down one by one, so they have to classify these monks, and then track them down little by little, what a huge project, and the wisdom and demons are not too sure.

The passages leading to all walks of life in the divine realm had been opened at this time, and the monks of the Buddha Kingdom had gone to all parts of the world through these passages. The gods of the divine realm also use these passages to go to the world to follow clues.

On the Mortal Realm Navigation Star, an unidentified object fell from the sky and crashed into a deep mountain.

The Lingering Star is an extremely ordinary planet in the mortal realm, and this planet is in chaos at the moment. Hundreds of forces scattered across the planet are fighting each other for the planet's resources.

People in the midst of the war lived in dire straits, and no one noticed the unidentified object falling from the night sky.

The loud sound of the unidentified object as it crashed to the ground pierced the night sky, smashing several ancient trees before crashing to the ground, smashing into a deep crater.

After a while, a man crawled out of the pit, jumped on the ground, and before he could shake his body, he saw the dirt and dust that had stuck to his body fly away from him, and in an instant, the man was clean, and he could not see that he had just crawled out of the pit.

The man was born very delicate, but at this time he had no expression, just walked blankly.

He had no purpose, he was thrown from a high altitude by the monk, and he did not complain.

He is a god, and he has no divine power, but his physical strength is still there, and he can't be killed by falling.

After losing the illusion of the Dream Bubble Palace, he had to return to reality, but he still didn't think about how to face it, how to face it.

Divine power was deprived, he could no longer fly, teleport, and could not take a single step, he could only rely on physical activity, walking with his feet, which was very slow, but he didn't care.

He walked through the thorny bushes, listened to the chirping of insects and birds, and walked along.

A little rabbit saw him and quickly disappeared into the depths of the grass, a beast saw him and pounced on him, and could no longer pounce when he was three feet away from him, the rain and dew in the forest failed to soak his shoes and pants, and the raindrops falling from the sky did not fall on the placket of his clothes, and the death realm blocked his divine power and blocked the Juyuan Array, but it did not control his sea of knowledge. The vast divine consciousness can still play a role, he compresses the confinement space of the divine consciousness to a minimum, blocking all external objects from approaching, and keeping his body clean. His divine sense spreads out and he can see through the entire Liuhang Star in an instant, but he doesn't look at it, but shrinks his divine sense to the smallest sensing range, and only relies on his eyes and ears to feel everything in the surrounding space.

There was no sun and moon in the mountains, and Xiao Ling didn't count how long he walked, he walked out of the forest and came to a small town.

In fact, from the moment he landed on this planet, Xiao Ling was seriously looking at this world. After coming out of the Dream Bubble Palace, the world in his eyes has become a line. Everything he saw in Liuhang Star was also a line.

The earth is a mass of threads, the trees are longer lines, the flying raindrops, the dew on the blades of grass are the threads, the running rabbits are also the threads, the beasts that pounce on the strings are also the threads, the density of these threads is different, the thickness of the threads is different, the birds and beasts show a slightly different thread, and there are things in those threads that he can't see through, he doesn't see it, but he feels it.

When he arrived in the town, he met people, and the human body was also a line in his eyes, and he saw the head from his feet, and when he saw the human head, he found that there were many flowing things on those lines, and he couldn't see through the flowing things, so he stopped.

Xiao Ling stood on a street corner in the town, looking at the people on the street seriously.

He looked at their faces, looked at their heads, felt the things that flowed on the threads.

He found that those things that flowed, each person was different, the speed was different, and the form of expression was different.

In the midst of the comings and goings, he began to remember the differences, and meditated in his mind, he wanted to see through, but the more he looked, the more doubtful he became.

When Xiao Lingding watched passers-by on a street corner, he also became a sight on the street.

On the first day, Xiao Ling, who was on the street corner, didn't attract too many people's attention.

The next day, the owners of the two shops on the corner noticed that Xiao Ling was a little strange.

On the third day, people began to talk about the young man who suddenly appeared.

"For days he stood there, not eating, drinking, or speaking!"

"Where did he come from? He looks handsome, but he looks like a fool!"

"Hey, little brother, who are you?"

"Where are you from?"

"Hey, it's pathetic, it's deaf, it's mute!"

For a long time on the street corner, people surrounded Xiao Ling and asked questions. Xiao Ling just felt the changes in these people's heads attentively, and was constantly observing and feeling, and he didn't listen to those questions at all, and naturally he didn't respond to any of the questions.

In the evening, when the flow of people on the street gradually thinned out and no one could observe, Xiao Ling squatted down under the eaves of the corner house.

A little girl from an iron shop next door ran out, and she came to Xiao Ling with a steamed bun in her hand: "Big brother, I see that you haven't eaten for several days." Eat this! or you'll be hungry. ”

The little girl said very sincerely, and pinched the steamed bun in her hand into a small piece and stuffed it directly into Xiao Ling's mouth.

When the little girl's hand reached over, Xiao Ling withdrew the confinement space, and the little girl brought the small piece of steamed bun to her mouth.

Xiao Ling chewed lightly, feeling the taste of the steamed bun.

There is a little fragrance, it is a very familiar smell, this smell Xiao Ling can't remember how long he hasn't experienced it.

The memories of the world, which have become very distant, are now ticked out by this small piece of steamed buns.

The fragrance of steamed buns has the taste of mother, this is the thought that flashed through Xiao Ling's mind.

The little girl fed Xiao Ling and finished eating the steamed bun, and then brought a bowl of water, still feeding Xiao Ling to drink.

Enjoying the little girl's service, Xiao Ling's thoughts flew far away, and the mundane memories of eating whole grains became clear in his mind little by little.

For the next few days, Xiao Ling still did not leave the street corner, and the little girl would come to feed him a steamed bun and drink a bowl of water every evening.