See Shakya all the way!

This was beyond everyone's expectations, even Ye Fan was stunned, and several old monks bowed excitedly, extremely pious, reciting the Buddha's name, and touching the ground with their heads.

The falling flowers are colorful, and the crystal flowers are falling, making a rustling sound, but it sets off the world more peacefully. An ancient Bodhi tree took root there, and a man from the dust sat under the tree, blending with all things and coexisting with the avenue:

His eyes were closed, and the shining flowers fell on his body, and he seemed to have not moved for thousands of years, quiet and detached.

If a person is exactly the same as the Buddha statue in the temple, it is undoubtedly out of phase, which makes people respect and fear.

Simati and the others bowed one step at a time, and they went to see the Sutra with great excitement, and even if he died immediately, there was no other regret in their hearts.

This is their lifelong wish, just to see the true Buddha, knock to see the Buddha, on the ancient road to the Lingshan Mountain their wish came true, and witnessed the Buddha's posture.

Quasi-Emperor Sutra Gamani!

Ye Fan also trembled in his heart, this is a character who only appears in legends, but now he has really seen it, which is beyond his expectations. Shakya is a 2,500-year-old purple ancient, with great wisdom, contemplating the Vedas, reading the Brahmanical teachings, and finally unifying the spiritual mountain, to the lower Buddhism, leaving a great name in history, the name of the ancient and modern territory.

Step by step, the Indian lama prostrated forward, [Cover the sky and share it with you] towered among the falling flowers, muttering in his mouth, and gradually reached the Bodhi Ancient Tree not far away.

Ye Fan also moved forward, he didn't bow down, but just looked at the quasi-emperor under the tree for a moment, that kind of extraordinary temperament made people follow the dust, and it seemed that he could get rid of all the worries in the world.

"When ......"

Distant mountains, the Brahma bell is long, dozens of miles apart, deafening, making people feel like being baptized, ether empowerment, and purifying everything:

The ancient self bell in the deep mountains, the Buddha under the Bodhi tree, all this is like a dream, there is no dust here, through the Buddha Buddha motionless, not speaking the Dharma but spreading the world.

"You are late, the spiritual mountain is closed, and you will not be able to reappear in the world until the sea is dry. A wave came, and the closed-eyed figure under the Bodhi tree whispered, as if talking to them across time and space

"Buddha!" Simati and the others shouted, prostrating incessantly, and they heard the true Buddha talking to them, and they were so excited that they couldn't be more excited.

"Why is it late, we are here with the holy relics that opened the ancient road of Lingshan. Ye Fan stood not far from the Bodhi tree and asked for advice.

"The spiritual mountain has withered, it is difficult to appear in the world, although there are holy things, but there is no secret language, and the road cannot be opened. "Jingjia does not move, as if sitting in the ancients, and as if preaching in the future, overflowing wisps of Dao holy waves, forming a divine wheel, making him look beyond the ordinary.

Ye Fan was quietly suspicious, is this really Ma Gammuni, hasn't he crossed the heavens and entered the depths of the starry sky, how can he see it here.

Back then, he had seen the back of the Emperor of the Beginningless Emperor in the Purple Mountain, and at first he thought it was true, but then he found that it was just a shadow imprinted many thousands of years ago.

Could it be that what you see and see is the same? But why can you break words with them, and blend with the great avenue of heaven and earth, and there is an immortal breath that suppresses the heavens of the ages?

"At the end of the Lingshan Road, turn back to the shore. Under the ancient Bodhi tree, this otherworldly middle-aged man whispered, his eyes were still closed, his expression was peaceful and quiet, and every fallen flower was shining, condensing the charm of the avenue.

Simoti and the others retreated from the decree, but Ye Fan did not move, because at this time he saw that the verdant ancient Bodhi tree was petrified, and even the man under the tree became a statue.

The falling flowers fell, the ground became stone flowers, the fluctuations of life disappeared, and everything I saw became stone sculptures, which was very different from just now, this is the power of Buddhism.

Ye Fan Jingran, Shakyamuni walked down the ancient road of the starry sky, he couldn't still be on the earth, all of this was transformed by the former ** force.

Moreover, if it is really a quasi-emperor, they may not be able to get so close to his physical body, the avenues are blended, all things are combined, and what they see is only the law of the past, not the body of today.

"This is—" Several old monks from India trembled.

They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten disciples, and before his real body left, ten people had worked together to mold the body of the Buddha by Sutra Gammuni, standing on the Lingshan Road:

This should be done by the ten disciples of the Buddha, this Shakya incarnation can show its distraction, and what he has just seen is not false, from which it can also be inferred that the spiritual mountain is near, not far ahead.

However, Simathi and the others stopped and refused to go any further, and they obeyed the decree of the Sutra and did not dare to disobey it.

"Lingshan is in sight, don't you want to go in, even if you don't necessarily succeed, why don't you come close and take a look?" Ye Fan said.

"Sin. Several lamas clasped their hands together, and at the same time advised Ye Fan not to go any further, and to turn back.

Ye Fan ignored it, bypassed the petrified Bodhi and Kikyamuni, and continued to walk forward, several, the old monk was stunned, and all stood on the spot and watched blankly.

The ancient road winded, and after a few miles, it was finally completely broken, and there was a huge mountain at the end of the world.

There was no life there, just an ocean-like fluctuation of Buddha nature, and the mountains were lifeless, and not even a single beast or auspicious bird could be seen.

Ye Fan opened his eyes of heaven, but found that it was still blurry, and the vast spiritual mountain could not be clearly seen, only that the mountain was full of tranquility, and the ancient self was silent.

Obviously, it was already in front of him, and the distance was only a few dozen miles, so how could he say that Lingshan was closed? He thought about it and strode forward, even if there was no road, he wanted to move forward, and he opened up his own way.

However, when he took the first step, he immediately saw the chaos and turbulence, and the spiritual mountain became more and more ethereal, as if he heard the sound of the ancient Buddhas chanting.

Ye Fan didn't stop and continued to move forward, but there was a roar from the Buddha's Sect, like an Arhat reciting a mantra, holding a demon-slaying pestle to press towards him, which was transformed by the Buddha's light.

He screamed softly, stretched out the Golden Sacred Domain, and ten thousand laws could not get close, and there was a loud "boom", and the sky that shook seemed to collapse, and the demon pestle flew hungry, and he strode forward.

In the distance, Simoti and the others were dumbfounded, is this going to confront the Heavenly Bodhisattvas and forcibly break into the Spirit Mountain?!

"Boom" is in the moment. The front was furious, the chaotic waves were violently moving, and the Lingshan was majestic as if it was about to fall down, making people suffocate.

"Om!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly and said the mantra of Buddhism, at this time he suffered great coercion, even if he was a holy body, he also had a feeling of breaking his body to pieces.

This is the coercion of the spiritual mountain, this is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha power, and it is the mental power that I don't know how many living beings gathered here in the past, and no one can resist it

The chaotic mist impacted, and the eight beings such as Yaksha, Asura, Gandharva, and Garuda emerged, and they were also the manifestation of the Buddha-nature divine light, and pounced on Ye Fan, and even the sound of the word Om did not have such a great effect, only partially shattered.

Ye Fan regressed and endured great pressure, he believed that if it were another person, he would have already died in pieces, and even his holy body could not hold on.

Lingshan, worthy of being the most famous primitive dojo in ancient times, [Cover the sky and share it with you] is inviolable and cannot be approached:

This place is guarded by a shocking array, dozens of miles away, and so, if you really break closer, there will definitely be a catastrophe: Ye Fan looked at the little stone Buddha in his hand, frowned for a while, and there was no secret word, and he couldn't enter this holy artifact, thinking that there must be something shocking inside, otherwise it would be impossible to protect it like this:

He knew that it was difficult to get in, but he wanted to get closer to see what was going on in Lingshan and why it was like this, with a long roar, the golden holy blood in his body boiled, like a big river rushing into every meridian and sending out bursts of thunder, and the nine days of the earthquake were all seeking to move and harmonize with the Great Dao.

Ye Fan was full of light, stepped on the words, stretched out the various visions, and killed the past, and finally got closer, and at a glance, the old monks on the cliff and next to the Buddha platform sat down, and they were as quiet as death.

There is not a single grass or tree, everything is withered, the spiritual springs and pools are dry and withered, and there is no vitality at all, as if no one has ever set foot on it since ancient times.

The withered Spirit Mountain!

This is the truth, the ancient self is upright, the temples are in pieces, but there is no person, not a single Bodhisattva, not a single ancient Buddha, no living beings are visible.

Silence, you can see a piece of Buddha treasure, a great vessel, covered in dust, that is, there is no living person, the tranquility of death:

The power of the mountain is immeasurable, more terrifying than a real ancient star, Ye Fan couldn't get close, he was shocked back by the vast fluctuations, and a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was not reluctant, he went backwards and came back, the spiritual mountain dried up, and suffered a great change, no wonder the mountain was closed.

However, what you see should only be the mountain gate, everything in the depths of the Lingshan is very dim, there is an ancient Bodhi tree, the leaves have fallen, but there are traces of the Dao, blocking the main body of the Lingshan.

Moreover, at this time, the mountains were blurred, and the main body of Lingshan disappeared. This and the situation are irreversible, and it is useless for Ye Fan to bless the small stone Buddha in his hand with mana.

"Boom"

In the end, a vast wave rushed in, and he was shaken out for more than ten miles, and everything was gone:

The sky is blue, like a blue crystal, and a few white clouds float by, making people feel so close to the sky, as if they can touch it when they jump, and the air is fresh and abnormal.

Ye Fan was stunned, he stood in Tibet, the tens of thousands of zhang high mountains, the vast and unpredictable spiritual mountains, and the mysterious ancient roads have all become clouds of smoke, and they can no longer be seen.

A few miles away, a group of monks in India were also surprised, and for some reason they suddenly came to a familiar world, and the ancient road disappeared.

Ye Fan came to their front across the sky, and then glanced around, Tibet has a very high altitude and there are mountains, but it must not be compared with those who are rowed.

"Where is it hidden, is that ancient road and Lingshan in Tibet?" this is the common question in the hearts of all of them.

Ye Fan asked them to wait here, he turned into a lightning bolt and flew in the sky, releasing a powerful divine sense, sweeping every inch of land, looking carefully, but in the end he still found nothing.

In the end, he flew out for thousands of miles and landed on a majestic mountain range, feeling a kind of vicissitudes, but not seeing a trace of miracles, this is the majestic Kunlun across Qinghai-Tibet.

Ye Fan's head is big for a while, Lingshan is mysterious enough, I don't know which area it is hidden, and Kunlun is definitely even more extraordinary, it is the first mountain in ancient Chinese mythology, the ancestor of ten thousand veins, and the legends about immortals are related to it!

Soon after, Ye Fan returned to the city, and the other group returned to India, and before parting, several lamas made an appointment with him, and when they went back, they would ask others for Lingshan secret words, and whether they had gained anything or not, they would visit and consult him again.

As soon as Ye Fan came back, he felt that something was wrong, the lawn outside the old villa was full of potholes, as if it had been struck by lightning, and the damage was not good.

This old villa has not changed much, because he has carved a few simple magic circles, even if it is hit, it will not be damaged, and it is a mess all around, and it is obvious that someone is working here.

, "Kamimatsu!"

Ye Fan was taken aback, and entered the room in a flash, but it was cold and miserable, and there was nothing.

Where did the little purple thing go? His heart was cold all of a sudden, and he searched in the four fields, releasing a powerful divine sense to call: "Kamimatsu ......",

In the distance, a, next to the garbage can, a dirty little guy timidly poked his head out, turned into a purple light and rushed towards him, and immediately hung on his body, his body trembling.

"You...... What's going on?" Ye Fan's heart was far from being as calm as his words, [Cover the sky and quickly share it with you] Take it home and put it on the sofa.

Komatsu's leg was injured, limping, and frightened. But he pretended to be relaxed, in order to make Ye Fan smile, he turned his head there to flatter, and trembled in pain, but he was laughing innocently.

Ye Fan felt distressed for a while when he saw this, who hurt the purple little guy, he had a killing intent in his heart!

This is a reincarnation, we break through one, and we are going to be broken through, in the middle of the month, please see if there is a second monthly pass out, please vote for the sky, otherwise it will be exploded. Ask for support, ask for support: ...... (To be continued.)