Fantasy World Transmigration

"The Buddhas in Lingshan are so beautiful! They want to leave this black pot to me!" Wukong heard it clearly, and couldn't help sneering. After thinking about it, he can definitely figure out that his master is behind the scenes. How could the Jade Emperor dare to ask him to take the blame for such a bad thing?

Could it be that he didn't cause trouble for him for a few days and made his wings harden?

Wukong scratched his head and scratched his head, thought for a while, and decided to go to explore the depth of the water first, if, as the Peacock King said, it was not the hands of his master, but the hands and feet moved by some evil thoughts, then the water may be too deep. Deep too! Just relying on his master's invisible bottom, he may not be able to drown a Qitian emperor.

Wukong knew very well about his ancestor, so he immediately decided to test it out. If the water was too deep, then the Jade Emperor would go to whomever he liked.

"Also, the Zimu River is also a good thing. This avatar follows Peacock Daming King first, and finds an opportunity to switch the fetal spring to him! I want to see, the pregnant Peng Demon King drank the baby What can a mother river produce!"

When the hairy body on this side moves, the deity on the other side rises into the sky, and the quantum aura moves to the Lingshan Mountain in the west.

The Holy Land of Lingshan Mountain is incredible. Daleiyin Temple is extremely magnificent and magnificent. It often stands on Mount Sumeru, with a mountain top, surrounded by thousands of beautiful peaks, strange rocks, countless Buddha pagodas, and Buddha's blood scriptures on the cliffs. Wenda shines brightly.

The Dharma gate of Daleiyin Temple is wide open, and there are often monks and nuns who stumble and sit, worshiping outside the gate of the temple. Chanting Sanskrit sounds, resounding through the Sumeru Dharma Realm, the World Honored One sits in the hall, surrounded by four people, making offerings, respecting, respecting, and praising.

At that time, there were monks, bhikkhunis, upasakas, upasikas, celestial dragons, yakshas, ​​gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, mahoragas, human non-humans, and various little kings, zhuan The Holy King of the Wheel is a large assembly, lined up one by one, all joyfully clasping their palms together, hearing the wonderful truth of the World Honored One's mantra.

At that time, the heavens rained mandala flowers, maha mandala flowers, manjusha flowers, maha manjusha flowers, and scattered the Buddha and the great assembly. In the Buddha world, there are six kinds of vibrations.

The difference is that the light is immeasurable, the purity is immeasurable, the wonderful appearance is immeasurable, and all Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and sentient beings praise the Tathagata.

But when Wukong set foot on the pure land of Lingshan, he did not see the boundless light. The mandala flowers, manjusawa, and Mokemanzhusawa that always enveloped the sky of Daleiyin Temple had all withered and dispersed. Stepping on the steps under the Daleiyin Temple, there are red, white, and golden manjusawa petals and mandala petals scattered around the feet.

It still makes people think of the grand occasion of the Heavenly Rain Mandala when the World Honored One preached the Dharma.

Wukong grabbed it with his hand, and took off a petal from the rain of flowers that was blown up by the wind and danced in the sky. The pale golden petals lay on Wukong's palm, leaving a faint golden trace on the rough monkey paw. Picking up the petals of Manjusawa, feeling slightly moist, it twisted it with its hands, and the warm golden blood wiped on its fingers, revealing the original red color of the petals.

"So, is the Buddha's blood golden?"

Wukong sighed lightly, looked up, and saw the golden manjusawa all over the sky was blown up by the wind, like rain from the sky.

There are bursts of fragrance from the mouth and nose, but it is not the heavenly sandalwood and leftover incense that are offered to the Buddhas, but the heavenly fragrance, the pure fragrance, the blood of the Buddhas is like golden glass, pure and unobstructed, so it can produce fragrance. This fragrance is Buddha fragrance , It is wonderful incense, it is the incense of Dharma, the incense cannot be released unless a Buddha is lit, and there are gold bricks and glass on the ground, and all kinds of gold treasures on the steps, all of which are not made of gold, but stained with the blood of the Buddha.

It seems that the wonderful sound of celestial beings and celestial beings in Lingshan in the past is still in my ears, but when I listen to it again, it seems to be just an echo of the past. The huge Leiyin Temple is dead silent, only the wind blows, and the mandala flowers rub against each other. The rustle of the ground.

The sky was dim and full of ominousness.

Wukong climbed up the steps,

There seems to be Buddha and Bhikkhu swaying in the high up Daleiyin Temple. The Daleiyin Temple is still golden and majestic. It lost half of its color.

But in Wukong's eyes, the sky and the earth are like a blood-red chill. It is rare to call him a serious face, restrained monkey nature, and timidly, going up the steps.

Three thousand steps pass by in a blink of an eye, but it is mysterious and indescribable to be able to climb Mount Sumeru, which is hundreds of millions of feet tall. Wukong just stepped on the last step, when he saw an ugly, glaring Thutuo, holding his Zen staff high, stare at it.

"Wei Tuo!" Wukong exclaimed

It has a serious face, Wukong is lawless, since the troubles in Tianhe, there are few gods and Buddhas in the three realms that he can put in his eyes. This guardian god is one of them. The god who was comparable to Wang Lingguan died here now.

"So the Wei Tuo Bodhisattva is also dead?" Wukong said in horror: "What happened in this spiritual mountain?"

Although Wei Tuo Bodhisattva is still glaring at him, Wukong has already seen that he has already lost his vitality. A trace of fierce thoughts left behind by the Bodhisattva after his violent death.

But when it comes to Wukong's supernatural powers, even if Wei Tuo Bodhisattva is still alive, it will just laugh, let alone a trace of remorse.

But Wukong could see something from this remnant thought. Through the eyes of the dead Bodhisattva Wei Tuo, Wukong saw an indescribable black shadow coming towards him. Leaving a dying roar, he died on the spot in the blink of an eye, and was killed by that person.

There was little power to fight back.

Until now, that trace of remnants is still roaring: "Sai Qian..."

"Since Wei Tuo Bodhisattva is here! Then where is Jialan Bodhisattva?" Wukong walked forward dozens of steps, and sure enough, he saw another Dharma Protector Bodhisattva, Jialan Bodhisattva, who was as famous as Wei Tuo Bodhisattva.

Not only Jialan Bodhisattva, but also Meiyin, Sanskrit, Tiangu, Tanmiao, Tanmei, Momiao, Leiyin, Shizi, Miaotan, Sanskrit, Human Voice, Buddha Slave, Songde, Guangmu, Wonderful Eye Eighteen Dharma Guardian Jialan Gods, including , Cheting, Cheshi, and Panshi, all died in battle in front of the gate of Da Leiyin Temple, and Leiyin was stained with blood.

What Wukong saw just now under the steps was their shadows.

The gate of Daleiyin Temple was closed tightly, and Wukong stood in front of the gate, looking at all the Dharma Guardian Jialan Gods, who either had ferocious faces or dead bodies, stood until they died of exhaustion, and then looked at the peaceful and lifelike faces. It is entirely conceivable that after the man killed Wei Tuo, Jialan Bodhisattva came to stop him, and he also killed him with one blow.

The other Dharma protectors, Jialan, arrived, but they could only see the back of that person. They closed the gate of Leiyin Temple in an attempt to protect Daleiyin Temple and the golden color of Jialan Bodhisattva, but they were killed in Dalei by the people who came later. At the gate of Yinsi Temple.

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