Speaking of the Eastern Regions, the Eastern Han Dynasty in the south.

On that day, in the Weiyang Palace, the emperor of the dynasty, Emperor Liu Zhuang of the Han Ming Dynasty, had a strange dream.

In the dream, an unusually tall golden god appeared, and an immeasurable white light was emitted above his head, shining on all things, and descended on the Weiyang Palace.

When Emperor Ming saw this, he was surprised and inexplicable, you must know that the Son of Heaven is the orthodox emperor of the people, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary demons and evils to get close. And the scene of the gods in front of him is obviously the righteous path immortal.

It's just that the Han Dynasty is still Taoist, and Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty is familiar with the family classics, and he is also a treasure for the sacredness of the heavens, but he has never seen such sacredness.

He was about to open his mouth to ask like the golden godman, but he saw the godman nodding and smiling at him, and with a volley of exhalation, he turned into a golden light and headed towards the west.

Liu Zhuang woke up from this, but he was puzzled, so he recounted the scene in his dream to the ministers on the morning of the second day.

The ministers also did not know why, only the minister Fu Yi said: "The minister heard that there is a record in the "Strange Records of the Book of Zhou":

"Strange Records of Zhou Shu" cloud: King Zhao of Zhou reigned for 24 years, on the eighth day of April in the year of Jiayin, the rivers and spring pools suddenly swelled, and the well water overflowed. The palace and the house, the mountains and rivers and the earth, the salty are shaken. The five-color phosgene of the night, penetrating into the Taiwei Star, is all over the west, and is all blue-red. King Zhao of Zhou asked Taishi Suyou: 'Is He Xiangye?' and said: "There is a great sage, born in the West, so he is here." King Zhao said, "What is it like in the world?" and said, "There is no other, a thousand years away, the sound of the religion has been reached by this land." King Zhao immediately sent the stone to remember it and buried it in front of the temple in the southern suburbs.

If calculated by age, it is just today, and the golden man that Bixia dreams of must be the Buddha. ”

Hearing Fu Yi's words, Emperor Liu Zhuang of the Ming Dynasty suddenly realized that the stone carvings in the southern suburbs of Luoyang had been played there when he was young.

At the moment, there was no doubt that he ordered to send envoys Cai Su, Qin Jing, Wang Zun and more than ten other people to Tianzhu to seek Buddhism.

Cai Su and his entourage walked to the Da Yue clan in the Western Regions, met the monks Jiaye Morteng and Zhu Falan from Tianzhu, and saw Buddhist scriptures and Buddha statues. So, they traveled east together and returned to Luoyang on white horses.

In order to let the two monks live and translate the scriptures, Emperor Ming ordered a courtyard to be built outside the Yongmen Gate in the west of Luoyang City according to the style of Tianzhu, which was called the word "temple" of the "Honglu Temple" used by the ancient protocol, and named the White Horse Temple in order to remember the merits of the White Horse Sutra.

This is the story of the legendary "golden man in a dream, white horse carrying the scriptures" in later generations.

Since then, there is the earliest Buddhist temple in China on the shore of the Luohe River, it is the first Bodhi dojo where Buddhism relies on the land of China to grow and grow, and has always been respected by the Buddhist community as "the source of interpretation, the ancestral garden". Ka Ye Morteng and Zhu Falan translated the Buddhist scriptures here, which is the "Forty-two Chapters Sutra" of later generations......

In front of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, the red boy looked at the little white dragon on the side with a sure look.

"This ......"

Looking at the large-scale temple not far away, Ao Lie found that his throat was a little itchy, his face was shocked, and his heart was surging with boundless wind and waves.

On the way here, the red boy had already told the little white dragon about the Buddha's desire to use Ao Lie's luck, and made it clear that the white horse was the little white dragon Ao Lie, and the white horse was the white dragon Sutra.

Buddhism spread to the East, but Dongtu never believed in Buddhism, and believed that "if it is not my race, its heart will be different". Nashamen originated from the Western Regions, and if it wanted to be accepted by the people of the Eastern Soil, it was necessary to integrate many ideas such as the Eastern Soil Daomen and Confucianism, absorb the strengths of others, and integrate and transform into a new sect, which was later known as Eastern Buddhism.

But how can a sect not suppress the luck of the thing? The little white dragon Ao Lie is a very good choice, and only Ao Lie's bad luck can carry the rise and fall of a sect.

And the reason why Ao Lie felt soreness and was in a trance for a while was also because his cultivation was too low.

Even if the little white dragon's luck is against the sky, it is enough to suppress the rise and fall of a sect, but without the corresponding mana, it will cause some damage to itself.

At this moment, the little white dragon finally felt impressed by the red boy, that is, in the past, the two were always called brothers, but the little white dragon always had some resistance in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the red boy, he gave a salute with sincerity and sincerity, and said: "Previously, Ao Lie had doubted his brother's intentions, but at this time, he was appreciative and grateful, if there was no brother, Ao Lie was afraid that the immortal catastrophe would not know it." ”

"Hehe!" Seeing the little white dragon's expression, the red boy smiled slightly, but shook his head and helped him up.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then the little white dragon spoke: "Brother, you said that Shimen is so calculating with me, should I give him a retribution?"

"Oh?" the red boy heard this, but his expression moved, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.

"He Shakyamuni always said, 'My Buddha is compassionate,' but only for his followers. Those who believe in Buddhism can feel the Buddha's compassion and compassion, and after death, they can ascend to bliss. But those who do not believe in Buddhism can only feel the majesty of heaven and boundless majesty. Seeing this, the little white dragon chuckled, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at his feet.

A clear light did not enter it, and a loud noise came out of the White Horse Temple.

Seeing this, the red boy laughed, shook his head, and left here with the little white dragon.

It turned out that it was Fang Cai, but the finger of the little white dragon broke the feng shui pattern of the White Horse Temple, causing the dragon veins to shift, and the big archway and the white horse statue in the White Horse Temple also cracked.

However, in order to make Eastern Buddhism able to be in the east as soon as possible, Buddhism used some means to divide the dragon veins in the tombs of the ancestors on the banks of the Naluo River into two, and split one into the underground of the White Horse Temple.

Therefore, the luck of the Eastern Han Dynasty was greatly damaged, and the luck of Eastern Buddhism was soaring.

As a dragon clan, the second little white dragon is naturally the most sensitive to the desolate dragon vein. Although forcibly detaining the dragon vein is a great supernatural power, it is difficult to do without the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal. But the dragon vein here was originally detained, so naturally there was no need for that.

The little white dragon only activated the dragon vein, and by the way, it broke a few prohibitions, and the dragon vein broke out of the seal on its own and returned to the tomb of Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty.

This is naturally a letter of nomination from the little white dragon to return the favor and hand it to the red boy.

West Tianling Mountain.

At this moment, a kind of mighty coercion was emanating from the void at the height of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, rippling and squeezing on the Great Mountain Protection Array of the Spirit Mountain.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a hole suddenly cracked, and a brilliant boundless expanse of shijie could be faintly seen, and countless golden lights flew out of it and landed on the lotus platforms by the merit pool.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The Buddha opened his eyes, glanced at the Buddhas beside him, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

When the gods and Buddhas saw this, they also chanted in unison.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder exploded, but it made the heavens palpitate, as if it exploded in the depths of the souls of the creatures of the Three Realms, and I only felt that my soul was in pain.

"It's!"

Among the several great saint dojos, several Heavenly Dao saints opened their eyes in unison, with a shocked look on their faces, looking at the land of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain.

"Destroy the world and punish the heavens, set up the array!" The leading saint looked up at the pitch-black clouds above his head, but his brows jumped, and he said to the Buddhas on the side.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, all the Buddhas sat on the lotus platform.

In an instant, I saw the light of the Buddhas rushing out of the Buddhas, and then gathered on the top of the mountain protection array.

For a time, sandalwood bursts, golden flowers flying, Bodhi stands in a forest, many celestial goddesses manifest themselves, and a huge twelve-grade golden lotus platform appears above everyone's heads, a huge Buddha phantom under hundreds of millions of feet, holding the sutra and the oriental treasure blue lotus flag, will protect the entire spiritual mountain.

It is the Bodhi Great Array that the Three Realms are honored, and at this time, under the arrangement of the leading saints and the Buddhas of Lingshan, it is compared with the Bodhi Great Array in the original bhikshu country, and its power is like cloud mud.

"Click!" seemed to feel the provocation below, the thunder flickered in the black clouds, and the purple lightning rushed, causing the surrounding void to shatter and return to chaos. A thumb-thick black electric light slashed straight down.

Seeing this, many great powers were shocked and inexplicable, and they were all thinking, what kind of evil had been done by the bald man on this spiritual mountain, and he should be punished by heaven like this.

Only Zhen Yuanzi and the others were shocked in their hearts, could it be that Amitabha Buddha led the saint to really create that thing?

"Lifeless!"

Seeing this, Amitabha Buddha didn't dare to hold it up, at this moment he had just finished casting the spell, and it was the mana deficit. He didn't sacrifice the treasure in his hand, but he played a spell against the portal in the high heavens.

"Buzz!"

A strange aura swept out of the portal in an instant, and everyone in the desolation only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and a portal sucked in all the world-destroying thunder light and the clouds.

"Shhh

In just an instant, everyone seemed to see countless suns, moons, and stars shattering, mountains and rivers cracking, and a huge Buddha phantom emitting Buddha light in the sky, which actually fixed everything, and then everything returned to its original state, and then disappeared.

"Poof!"

Amitabha Buddha by the Golden Lotus Pond opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden blood, but because he was connected to the mind of the lifeless realm, he was injured by the world-destroying thunder light, hurting the origin.

"Brother!" saw this, but his face changed slightly.

"It's okay!" Amitabha Buddha heard this, waved his hand, and said with a somewhat far-fetched smile: "It's a pity that my Buddha Gate will not have twenty-four heavens since then!"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" the Buddhas heard the words and chanted in unison, their faces sad.

"It seems that the way of lifelessness should be the first in the flood famine. ”

In the Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Master sighed softly, and glanced at the thoughtful Wudang Holy Mother beside him.

"Giggles, interesting!"

The Immortal Volcano in the Southern Regions of the Flood Desolation, Feng Xi looked at the west with an interested look on his face and said, "The Immortal Realm in the hands of Amitabha Buddha is not weaker than an innate treasure. ”

"This?" Seeing this, the Wutong Daoist and Suzaku on the side looked at each other and smiled dumbly.