The eagle peak of the deer park is strange and strange.

This is the first time that the golden cicada has come to Lingshan.

The waves of the river can't hide the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the light of the Buddha washes all things like rain.

For some reason, the corners of Jin Cicada's mouth suddenly hooked up a weird smile, like relief and expectation.

The immortals in the Liaozhai world are isolated, whether it is the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain or the Heavenly Court gods, it is just a rumor that has been circulating for a long time, and the golden cicada has gone through ten generations, whether it is worshipping into Shu Mountain or escaping into the empty gate, it makes no difference to him.

Faith? This ethereal thing has long since disappeared with his reincarnation.

During this time, the gods and Buddhas of the world are still there, and the saints are detached, Zhou Bai gave him a chance to be reborn, and he could only return Zhou Bai with all his strength.

Under the saints are all ants.

The golden cicada muttered, completely ignoring the ferry slowly rowing in the river, flicked his long sleeves, and strode onto the withered lonely tree across the river.

"Master, be careful!"

When Sun Wukong was pulling with Zhu Bajie, he saw that Tang Seng had already walked on the lonely tree, and he was shocked and said anxiously.

The golden cicada seemed to ignore it, every step was like walking on the ground, looking down, a withered boat in the center of the river rowed farther and farther, obviously moving towards the river bank, but I don't know when it has disappeared into the river.

On the bank of the river, Mu Zha leaned over and saluted, looking solemn.

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie didn't know the leading saint, he could recognize it, seeing that Zhu Bajie was pulled by Sun Wukong, trembling and walking away for the most part, Mu Zha glanced at Tang Seng who was unhurriedly following behind the two, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The bell was ethereal in the distance, and Lingyun Xiandu was in front of him.

The width of the river is nearly a thousand miles, and it takes three or five days to walk according to the footsteps of the four people, but after the bell rings nine times, Jin Chanzi realizes that he has completed the whole journey at some point.

Looking back, the other bank is far away between the clouds and mist, and the Leiyin Ancient Temple is close in front of you.

The golden cicada smiled indifferently and stepped forward slowly, and all the monks and novices he met gave in and gave in to salute, and the golden cicadas also returned the salute with their palms together, but these monks and novices showed panic one after another, avoided left and right, and whispered: "I am a Buddha." ”

Along the way, the three people in front of them were all happy, but only Mu Zha behind him looked inexplicable.

He hadn't been back to Lingshan for a long time, he vaguely felt something strange, and when he wanted to contact the Bodhisattva, he found that although the Bodhisattva was in the Leiyin Temple, he had blocked the contact with the outside world.

'There is a change in Lingshan. Muzha muttered in a low voice.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is located between the clouds, there are thousands of Buddha countries as the base, there is the Buddha Gate for the top, the temple door is closed, and the guards are sparse.

Although Jin Chanzi has never been to Lingshan, he has also studied Buddhism for thousands of years, looking at the towering hall in front of him, as well as the cold and lonely cloud platform, a trace of hesitation and incomprehension flashed in his heart.

Slowly approaching the open door, the golden cicada put away all the chaotic thoughts, and the plain expression naturally appeared pious divine light, a beam of white light rose from the heavenly spirit, and turned into a pure Buddha's light wish power while stepping into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, transforming into a circle of light behind him.

Since Wanshou Mountain, the golden cicada has replaced Tang Seng, the physical body has been changed, and the prohibition in the body naturally no longer exists, on weekdays in front of Sun Wukong and them, he will cover up a little, and now the westward journey is complete, and the Buddha is met, and the golden cicada has no need to deceive.

The three of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Muzha Xing, glanced at each other and followed in turn.

The threshold is only half an inch, but it is like a barrier to the sky, and at the same time as the four people cross the threshold, an invisible and colorless, but traceable coercion comes to the face like a mountain and a sea.

Different from Mu Zha's and Zhu Bajie's low eyebrows, the golden cicada folded her hands and her clear eyes in a golden robe looked straight ahead, taking in the slightly empty gimbal.

In the hall, the empty Buddha lotus position is the central axis, the left and right are symmetrical, the Bodhisattva Arhats on both sides are sparse and scattered, and there is no one in ten, but each cultivation is profound, so that the golden cicada is daunting.

The seat was empty, and although the golden cicada didn't know what had happened, he felt his heart skip a beat, and the throbbing in the depths of his soul made him look solemn and walk slowly.

Under the astonished gaze of the three apprentices behind him and the dozens of bodhisattvas around him, the clouds under his feet were in the sky, and he was held by his strength, and he was like a cotton, and he could support it.

He didn't cast any magical spells, but every step he took seemed to be blessed by the luck of the entire Buddhist sect, and this mysterious, indescribable sublimation made him yearn for it and greedily.

It wasn't until he stopped that he found that he had walked in front of the Buddha's seat, and when he raised his eyes, he looked up at the Yutai Thousand Tribulations, the Honglou Eight Phis, and the Brahma Qi rided, although it was not high.

And on the jade steps, the lotus platform is empty, and there is a thin old man on the steps of the previous floor, obviously it is a holy place of Buddhism, but his head is pierced, it seems to be a fairy wind and bones, but he is wearing a robe.

A banner floated in front of Lao Suo, and slowly landed on the steps in front of the golden cicada, disappearing without a trace.

The golden cicada leaned over and saluted, and the old man turned sideways with a sad face.

The three Buddhas have died in the past, they do not exist now, and the future is still in the future.

The guide did not speak, the golden cicada had already understood the meaning of the sage, turned around and swept the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the remaining dozens of Bodhisattvas bowed down one after another, the golden cicada smiled indifferently, and smiled back.

If you come to the throne, ten thousand Buddhas will be in power.

Under the gimbal, Sun Wukong kept glancing around, looking for a trace of someone with some expectation and some trepidation, whether it was a merit reward or a Buddha position, it was meaningless to him, he traveled all the way west and went through hardships, in order to protect one master to find another master.

However, from beginning to end, even if the golden cicada was crowned, the Zhun Ti saint never showed up.

.....

West Niu Hezhou, square inch mountain.

The former Taoist temple has been barren, barren and grassy, and the walls are ruined.

An old monk holding a wooden staff along the stone steps full of moss, step by step back to the place where he was then, every step out, there will be a hair on the top of the head, three thousand steps and three thousand steps, when he walked into the main hall full of cobwebs and dust, the black hair has fallen to the ground, together with the decayed Taoist temple turned into dust.

Zhun Ti turned away, leaving a void here, Su Bodhi was his distraction, and it was also his last nostalgia for Xuanmen.

Looking at Zhun Ti's free and resolute back, Su Bodhi smiled indifferently, completely without the panic and anxiety that he should have when he was dying.

Looking around, the stone wall pavilion is like quicksand and falling, striding away, as if there are four high friends, and the sky is full of peach and plum.

The mountains roared, the smoke and dust were everywhere, the surrounding birds and beasts fled in a hurry, and the Fangcun Mountain, which had stood here for tens of thousands of years, became a puddle of rocks in the blink of an eye.

.....

The canonization in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was about to end, and after the saint took the last wisp of heavenly Dao merit into his sleeve, his sad expression was a little relaxed.

The cloud platform next to him was high, and the golden cicada sat in the twelve-grade golden lotus, slightly closing his eyes and refining the innate golden lotus with the power of the Buddha, he didn't know why the Buddha was not there, and he didn't ask why the position of the master of the Buddha was given to him.

Since the merit of the westward journey has fallen, the golden cicada has become a little apprehensive from the initial joy, he is the golden cicada but not the Tang monk, in the past in the world of Liaozhai he reincarnated in the tenth life, although there is the accumulation of divine soul mana, but there is no Tang Seng ten Buddha's heart to cultivate the Buddha.

Now, just as today, the merits of the Tao should have awakened his 10th Buddha mind, but because he never had a Buddha mind, he fell silent.

The sage noticed the anxiety and uneasiness of the golden cicada, and said indifferently: "Don't be anxious, it is meaningless whether you are a golden cicada or not. ”

"The addition of merit is perfection. ”

After the sage said this, he smiled and smiled, and his clear and transparent eyes seemed to pass through the heart of the golden cicada and saw the soul that could not be liberated for ten lifetimes.

"A good 'merit is perfection'. A chuckle came from outside the hall, and everyone looked at each other, but there was no one in sight.

Those who are in the realm are sensitive, and turn their heads to look at the Yuntai Buddha, but they see that on the side of the twelve golden lotus, a man and a woman are standing together, and the golden cicada that has just ascended the throne is gone.

"Zhou Bai. His lips moved slightly, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

Zhou Bai said with a smile: "In the past, I broke the Buddhism door several times, I really feel guilty in my heart, a few years ago, there was a golden cicada under my command to escape from the mortal world while I was unprepared, but I didn't want to replace the westward monk who broke the saint's plan to spread the east, so it is not a pity to die, I have taken it back and wiped it out, and please rest assured that the saint." ”

With that, the palm of his hand was spread out, and a golden cicada phantom fell from under his hand, turning into an ignorant young man kneeling behind the jade steps outside the hall, frightened and ignorant.

"This is the Tang monk, returned to the Buddha. ”

Zhou Bai Hongyu turned around, and the sage's body shook slightly, and Zhun Ti, who walked out of the void, hurriedly supported him, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhun Ti frowned, his eyes glanced at the silent and empty Daxiong Treasure Hall, because he was a step late, he didn't see Zhou Bai now.

The leading saint sighed, did not answer the question that was asked, and the thought of his divine consciousness spread to the outside of the hall, and after a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall.

Maitreya knelt down, smiling as usual, but his smile was the brightest at the moment.

"The past is gone, but the present is gone. The leading saint shook his head and said, "Maitreya, take the throne." ”

"Yes, teacher. ”

Maitreya suppressed the agitation of his mind, wanted to walk quickly but desperately kept it gentle, step by step onto the cloud platform, coiled on the twelve golden lotus.

Maitreya looked at the leading saint suspiciously, but found that the introduction and Zhun Ti had left the Mahavira Hall at some point.

Maitreya's enthronement is better than the enthronement of the golden cicada, and the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the hall have bowed down one after another, and the compassion on their faces is much more sincere.

.....

On the nine clouds, ten thousand immortals come to the court.

One after another, the clear qi extended from the four sponges of Kyushu, and the doors of the four gates of the heavenly court were wide open, and the guarding gods all retreated and avoided them, not daring to stop them.

Kui Niu's armor was taken off, and he stepped on the clouds and the wind, and when he came to the Tongtian Sect Master, his eyes were already full of tears, and his voice whimpered, "Teacher." ”

The Tongtian Sect Master smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Idiot, I let you go that day, you were full of joy, and now you look like a little daughter." ”

Kui Niu bowed his head and grabbed the ground, crying.

In the blink of an eye, the disciples around him gathered, the Tongtian Sect Master still had no intention of leaving, his faint eyes looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, as if waiting for someone, the noise behind him gradually quieted down, Zhao Gongming touched his chin thoughtfully, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was pulled by the same door with his hand, his eyes swept over, everyone shook their heads and said nothing, Zhao Gongming smiled bitterly in his heart.

Over the years, I've also let go.

In the sea of clouds, a streamer appeared, and the red jade stood pretty, bowing down to the Tongtian Sect Master.

Zhou Bai was a hundred steps away, and he didn't move forward, the Tongtian Sect Master felt it in his heart, and when he turned his eyes, Zhou Bai bowed his head and signaled, and the Tongtian Sect Master turned sideways to avoid it, and sighed: "Zhou Bai's strength is no different from the Heavenly Dao, although the flood is big, it can't accommodate the two Heavenly Dao, Hongyu, are you going to leave too?"

Hongyu has not been in the sect for a long time, but he is the most suitable person for the inheritance of the sword, and the master of the Tongtian Sect has tried his best to teach it, and he originally wanted the two of them to inherit the position of the sect, but he did not expect that Zhou Bai had already controlled all the power of the Chaos Bead, and he was at the same level as the Heavenly Dao with the ability of the Great Dao.

As he said, although the flood is big, it can't accommodate the two Heavenly Dao.

Hongyu was reluctant, she was reluctant to intercept the teaching, and even more reluctant to Zhou Bai, she looked back at Zhou Bai, the two looked at each other, like clouds and water, Hongyu retracted her gaze, bowed her head and said: "Hongyu has failed the teacher's teaching." ”

The Tongtian Sect Master waved his long sleeves, raised his head slightly, and said loudly: "Raise your head, the way of the sword only allows victory and defeat, and you can't bow your head." "Looking up at the world film at your fingertips, this place is the top of the Heavenly Court, only a stone's throw away from chaos, and through this film, it is infinite chaos.

The saint of the desolate world has been decided, and there is no possibility for Hongyu to stay here to transcend the sword path, and the Tongtian Sect Master said: "This is not the end of your path, nor is it the end of the sword path. Let's go, let's go. ”

Ruby saluted everyone and turned away to everyone's surprised or annoyed gazes.

The Tongtian Sect Master was right, this was not the end for her.

A hundred steps away in a blink of an eye, looking at Zhou Bai's outstretched palm, Hongyu smiled playfully, stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Bai's arm.

This is her end point and a new starting point for the two of them.

The space is shattering day by day, a new chaotic world looms in the cracks of the space, the wind and water and fire in the middle are undecided, and a huge white ball of light continues to decompose the chaos, creating all things in heaven and earth, three thousand gods.

The Tongtian Sect Master slowly retracted his gaze and said in admiration, "It is worthy of being a Chaos Pearl, and it has three thousand self-generated chaos reproductions." ”

Just when he was figuring out the first birth of the world he had just seen, a huge wave suddenly rose in the sea of clouds in the west, and the five-colored divine light rose to the sky, sweeping away the Buddha light in the sky, and spreading a bridge of light with clouds for thousands of people traveling with him.

Duobao Daoren's lips pursed tightly, completely ignoring the various eyes and words behind the Tongtian Sect Master, and his dark eyes shone brightly, washing away the dirt and dirt, and retaining the innocence and generosity of the Biyou seat back then.

"Teacher, the disciple is back. ”

Duobao Daoist knelt down and burst into tears.

The Tongtian Sect Master was also a little excited, stepped forward to help Duobao Dao people, and laughed: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

"Hahaha!" The Tongtian Sect Master looked around, the battle of the gods, the interception of the sect was almost defeated, I thought that there was not one in ten people under the sect, but I didn't expect that after 10,000 years, the seeds of the flood sprinkled due to defeat have grown into towering trees.

What is the interception of teaching, interception of vitality.

If it does not die, it is reborn.

The East China Sea Biyou Palace is full of sunshine, reflecting the heavens.

Let's go!