Chapter 107 The top of the glorious mountain is filled with stones, and there is a line of bliss and a line of abyss

There are many majestic mountains in the world, and the stone mountain is unique. The steepness of the mountain, like the lotus canopy out of the water, the mountain is slender, the top of the mountain is wide and flat, towering into the clouds, and there is no road up the mountain.

Tieji Temple is one of the two temples that move the world, and is famous for its light skills and seventy-two ways of springing legs, and it is the best in the world. There is also the treasure of the town temple, known as the invincible King Kong demon pestle - the road of no return, famous all over the world.

The main temple is located on the mending stone mountain, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the golden roof is brilliant. The monks who can practice in the main temple have already achieved great light skills, and they can easily climb the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there are two courtyards of Tieji Temple, and the monks who newly enter the temple practice in the two courtyards, and the pious pilgrims also worship incense in the two courtyards.

Because the monks of Tieji Temple are all "walking" from high to high, they have attracted the admiration of the people under the mountain, and said: There are high monks in Tieji Temple, and they come and go like the wind and the sky. Therefore, the people who want to become monks are willing to go to the Tieji Temple to shave and become monks, so that the people in the temple are very prosperous.

The abbot Wuren's master kung fu is unfathomable, and his age is almost four Jiazi, and in the whole world, only the head of the five major factions, the Tongshan faction, is older than the monk Wuren.

There are also Wuhui Arhats, Wushui, Wumu, Wutu several senior monks in the temple, and even according to legend, in the deep mountains and old forests near Bushi Mountain, there are retreat monks of higher rank than Wuzi generation, but everyone has not seen it, and the old monk of Tieji Temple is noncommittal on this matter.

Tieji Temple is far more prosperous than the Gaoliang Temple, which is also one of the two temples, especially after the death of the Arhat in the Three Precepts, and the Sansi Zhangyuan Meditation, a huge Gaoliang Temple, only one of the three unique monks is supported.

However, only a few people such as the abbot of Wuren know that the luck of Tieji Temple has continued to decline for more than 200 years, and now it is the end of the strong crossbow. The rise and fall of the sect, luck plays an absolute role, if there is no luck, even if there is great wisdom and perseverance, even if the martial arts powerhouse has great wisdom and perseverance, it will be difficult to achieve great things. Especially the sect of Tieji Temple, which wants to jump out of the red dust, attaches more importance to luck. If it weren't for this, the abbot of Wuren would not have personally gone down the mountain to drag an old worm that had devoured a hundred-year-old spirit fox that had also had a lot of luck back to the temple, and wanted to turn his luck into a replenishment to the Tieji Temple.

Today, at the foot of the Patch Stone Mountain, a monk in his thirties has clear eyebrows, eyes like stars, a high nose and a mouth, red lips and white teeth. The monk wore a green cloth monk's robe, held a Bodhi prayer bead, walked alone to the foot of the mending stone mountain, looked up at the steep mountain that towered like a cloud, and could occasionally see the monks flying around the mountain like a hovering eagle. Sing the Buddha's name, and then pedal the mountain up the mountain quickly, as if walking on the ground.

The people who were incense in the second courtyard under the mountain exclaimed, praising the monks in the Tieji Temple as immortals and living Buddhas. The little monk of the second courtyard also looked up and envied, and there was another senior brother who ascended the main temple, and it was the senior brother Lan Zhen who had only practiced for less than ten years, he was able to climb the mountain in his thirties, and he was definitely the best among the monks of Tieji Temple.

Looking at the Lanzhen monk who stepped on the mountain and went up quickly, his chest continued to run in one breath, and there was no mountain that could be attached to it for ventilation halfway, even if there was, if he couldn't go up the mountain in one breath, he couldn't practice in the main temple.

Lan Zhen climbed the mountain as quickly as a meteor, and when he could see the real light skills and mysteries around him, and when he was able to fly in the wind, Lan Zhen was already blushing. In fact, as long as the elders next to him help him casually, he can easily reach the top, but this cheating has no intention of Lan Zhen, if he can't go up with his own kung fu, even if he reaches the top, he can't practice wholeheartedly.

The hovering monks just looked at this young junior, if he really couldn't go up, they could help him go down the mountain, but they must not forcibly help him go up the mountain, then it would harm the junior.

Lan Zhen saw that the top of the mountain, which was getting wider and wider as he went up, was in front of him, and insisted on walking a short distance almost upside down, and finally walked to the top of the mountain in one breath without using his hands, and after the last step, this internal force was also exhausted.

When Lan Zhen took a serious look at the majestic gold-domed Daxiong Treasure Hall above the clouds, it seemed to be in the Pure Land of Western Bliss, quiet and peaceful, the sky was blue and transparent, the sun was shining and gorgeous, and the surrounding was an endless sea of clouds. Lan Zhen immediately felt that his realm had taken a step forward, folded his hands, and chanted loudly: "Amitabha." ”

"Be careful. A soft reminder rang in his ears.

Lan Zhen raised his head and opened his eyes, and saw that a large mouth of blood was already approaching him. Shocked Lan really jumped sideways, if he hadn't been on the edge of the cliff, he would have escaped farther.

I saw a black behemoth nearly ten zhang long that didn't bite Lan Zhen in one bite, and chased after it quickly. Although Monk Lan Zhen is a leader among the monks of the same age in the second courtyard under the mountain, and even has already surpassed many old monks who are still sixty or seventy years old and cannot climb the mountain, but after all, he is also an ordinary person, where is the real immortal living Buddha, he has never seen such a big snake, and he is scared. Moreover, this black snake has a single horn, its eyes are as big as a basin, and in its deep yellow eyes, an extremely slender pupil seems to be endlessly dark.

On the top of this brilliance, there is a line of pure land of bliss, a line of hell abyss!

This old man, a head is heavier than Monk Lan Zhen, that huge body is dexterous and powerful, sliding quickly, chasing Monk Lan Zhen to bite, the thick fangs of an adult's arm, just one bite, will inevitably take Lan Zhen's life.

When Lan Zhen recovered from the fright and thought of this Daxiong Treasure Palace, it was impossible for a real demon to be in charge. So he only regarded the big snake as an ordinary thing, and with his light skill of being able to climb to the top of the Patch Stone Mountain, calm down, the old snake really couldn't catch up with him.

On the top of Guanghua, there were hundreds of eminent monks and monks, and this old man only chased Lan Zhen to bite. After chasing for hundreds of rounds, Lan Zhen was no longer afraid of the old snake, and looked at the black snake that was no longer chasing and coiled together like a hill, and it was still spitting huge letters at Lan Zhen.

Lan Zhen realized that although this old snake was extremely fierce to him and wanted to eat himself, he didn't feel half of the murderous aura on the old snake at all. He had also encountered tigers, wolves, and pythons at the bottom of the mountain, but compared to the mountain-like creatures in front of him, he was as small as an earthworm. But the beasts under the mountain have an innate killing aura.

The old man in front of him, I don't know if he has hidden his murderous aura after years of deep cultivation, or if he feels that the education has washed away the wildness before this Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Lan Zhen saw that the old man had closed his eyes little by little, where was the quiet plate, and knew that the last postgraduate examination on the mountain had been passed, and turned around and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Suddenly, the murderous aura of the huge beast spread out in all directions, and Lan Zhen only felt that the muscles around his body were stale, and goosebumps rose from head to toe. Lan Zhen didn't turn his head, quickly dodged to the side, and looked back to see where the old man was still quiet.

The cold sweat was already wet all over Lan Zhen's body in an instant!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The hundreds of old monks who meditated recited the Buddha's name at the same time, and then bowed their heads and recited the mantra of rebirth.

Lan was really puzzled.

The old man's eyelids slowly opened, and then opened a layer of translucent false eyelids inside, revealing a hellish yellow and black copper disc eye. The old cockroach raised its head and was as high as two feet. The murderous aura around him is enough to scare ordinary people to death.

Lan Zhen followed the old man's gaze and saw that above the clouds, a big red robe carrying two crippled people flew quickly, and the speed was so fast that Lan Zhen had only seen it in his life. The man counted his breath later, and the wind behind him brought clouds and clouds.

It was Abbot Gohito who arrived.

The abbot stepped on the top of Guanghua, lowered the two crippled people to the ground, and asked them, "Are you two willing to repent, put down the butcher's knife, and become Buddhas on the ground?"

"Bah, old monk, I want to kill everyone in the world!" said a crippled man viciously.

"The two of you have already slaughtered hundreds of villagers and committed a heinous disaster, and your revenge has already been avenged, so why do you continue to kill?" asked Abbot Wuren.

"The world deserves to die, only the Cult of Bliss can endure!" shouted another crippled man.

"Amitabha, the sky is boundless, there is no grass without roots, the door of Buddhism is always open, and it is difficult to cross the unkind people. Abbot Wuren said, sat down cross-legged, and chanted the mantra of death like the monks around him.

The old snake struck and swallowed a Bliss cultist in one gulp.

Another person saw such a fierce snake, frightened to turn around and jump off the cliff, the black snake quickly ran to the edge of the cliff, the huge head poked down the cliff, and when he looked up again, the mouth was still exposed to the stump leg of the mutilated person, the black snake swallowed the whole person in one bite, the copper basin big eyes, flashing brilliance.

Lan Zhen on the side was already paralyzed on the ground, trembling like chaff.