Legend of the Cultivation God

Xiao Hua is clearly tight. From here to Daxueshan, there must be a straight road. It is sure to reach it quickly when flying straight. However, Xiao Hua did not dare to fly directly like a human. He could not believe his sense of direction on the mainland. He could only go to the saints and then touch the Da Xueshan from the saints. Fortunately, since Xiao Hua has a sense of direction in the void, the aura is open, although there is no fundamental improvement in the sense of direction on the mainland, but after all, it is somewhat influential. When Xiao Hua is on the road, there are some deviations. Under his cautiousness, he did not appear to be big. After a few days, Xiao Hua touched the saint river. Of course, his arrival at the Sage River is definitely different from before. It is not a star or a half away from the village where Wang Yufei is located. Immediately, Xiao Hua slightly distinguished the direction, and found a small temple in the left to ask where the snowy mountain is, and rushed to the sky again.

Until then, Xiao Hua knew that there are more than one snowy mountain in this blissful world. The snowy mountain where Xiaoling Temple is located is not the most famous, but it is only the nearest to the saint river. At the beginning, Xiao Hua was still somewhat inaccurate. Seeing some familiar scenes appeared, Xiao Hua was slowly relieved. Finally, he was waiting for God’s thoughts. His sign of God in Daxueshan appeared, and this is completely assured. . Then I transferred the direction that had already deviated a lot and rushed into the snowy mountain.

At this time, the big snow-capped mountains were covered with goose feathers and snow. The big snow flakes that were swelled and the same from Xiao Hua’s space in the same day, Xiao Hua stood in the sky above Xiaoling Temple and looked at the water vapor in the soup pool. The hall of Xiaoling Temple is as if he has never left. It’s just that people are not the same. The snowy mountains have not changed, the Xiaoling Temple has not changed, but the old monk who has been sweeping the floor is missing. The snow before the hall is extremely thick, and no one will sweep. If there is not a sunny sun, then the snow is afraid that it will cover the entire Xiaoling Temple.

With a sigh, Xiao Hua released the Buddha's knowledge and saw where the old monk's body was burned. Only then did the Buddha's knowledge fall into the Xiaoling Temple, and it was a trick. The broom placed in the corner of the wall fell in the hands of Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua began cleaning from the corner before the main hall. Just like the old monk cleaned that day. Of course, Xiao Hua's snow sweeping speed is very fast, but the work of half a cup of tea will clean the entire courtyard. Just watching the snow falling from the source. Xiao Hua knows. It won't be long before. The open space before the main hall will be covered with snow again.

Suddenly, Xiao Hua had an idea, and he returned to the Tibetan continent with Wang Haofei and his mother. This is not necessarily an excellent choice. If Wang Yufei and his mother lived in this small Linglong Temple, they would give them some silver and food. There will be no living difficulties. Of course, this thought turned, Xiao Hua was dumbfounded again, this snowy mountain is extremely high, Wang Yufei is now unable to cultivate, and can not be freely up and down, Wang Yufei's mother is even more mortal, such a high place she can not go up and down I will throw people in such a difficult place, unless the two are no longer going up the mountain, otherwise there will be danger. These two people are no more than the old monk, there are not many secular requirements, especially Wang Xifei's mother, no cultivation, staying here for a long time, may not have complaints, these complaints will certainly affect Wang Yufei. It is better to send them back to the village than to do this.

"But..." Xiao Hua shook her head slightly, and threw this thought away. She turned to other places in Xiaoling Temple, looked at the stove, and looked at the hall. Finally, Xiao Hua came to the old monk's hut to see. Look around the old wooden cabinets and turn around.

But when he turned around, Xiao Hua was a wrinkle, and said to himself: "No! The old monk is an ordinary monk, and it will not be a valley. Even the Buddha who is generally a Buddha is also eating vegetarian food. Why can you only see a little butter tea in the stove? Is it difficult for the old monk to eat?"

Said, Xiao Hua went to the wooden cabinet before, looked a few eyes, opened the wooden cabinet one by one, found the black box of the black box, open, see the dozens of grid inside.

"Hey? What is this?" Looking at the top of the dozens of plaids, the thumb-sized black beads, Xiao Hua's heart is a strange, reaching out and picking up one. Smell it before the nose, Xiao Hua nodded slightly, smiled. "It turns out that this is the medicinal herb refining with Lingcao. It is similar to Pi Gudan! But it seems that these medicinal herbs are more useful than Pi Gudan. The old monk is taking these medicinal herbs to maintain vitality. Unfortunately, there is no Danfang of this medicinal herb, or if Xiaomou can refine some..."

Xiao Hua’s mouth is a pity. It’s a pity that the bead that he took in his hand will be in his arms.

After watching the last look of Xiaoling Temple, Xiao Hua flew into the sky and never looked back. He knew clearly that he would come back to Daxueshan and didn’t know what year and month. Who knows what changes will happen to Xiaoling Temple? ?

Unfortunately, it flew for a while, and Xiao Hua suddenly stopped in the air, with an excitement on his face, as if he had thought of something, and immediately he turned sharply and fell to the earliest place where he left the sign of the gods. Actually, the technique of urging the bandits rushed into the snowy mountains!

There is a half hour, and Xiao Hua’s body shape is only from the snowy mountain. The face is full of regrets. The mouth still says to himself: “Oh, it’s a pity! Xiao’s body has a material for the transmission array. However, it is not a month's work to lay down the transmission array. It must be several years! How can Xiaomou stay here for a long time? Well, let's leave a thought here, staying in the Tibetan continent. Let's talk about it later in the world of bliss! Hey, if there is a transmission matrix connecting the two continents in the future, can Xiao Mou be able to go back and forth at will?"

Said, Xiao Hua had to fly to the sky again, rushed to where the previous spatial context opened! But seeing Xiao Hua's eyebrows, the brilliance of the green brilliance flashed, and the broken scorpion eyes opened, and the silver-white scorpion stared at the void, and a silver light column with a bowl of mouth fell in the void.

"Oh..." For a moment, as the silver light column rotates and makes a huge roar, a space crack slowly grows out, and the crack is large enough. Xiao Hua will break the eye and close it. Satisfied, it is obvious that the essence of the virtual beast is very useful, but it is more than a month, and Xiao Hua’s broken eyes have made great progress.

I took a look at the spatial context, which was filled with the scent of destruction, but I saw that the situation had not reached the point of complete collapse. Xiao Hua was overjoyed, and he was going to go in. At this time, Xiao Hua’s heart was cold, and he couldn’t help but turn his head and look at one place. It was the snow and snow, and there was no abnormality. Xiao Hua brows his face, his face changes slightly, and he dares not stay for a long time. He rushes into the crack of space. After a while, the crack in the space is slowly closed, leaving no trace.

The snow is still under, the wind is still blowing, in the direction that Xiao Hua is looking at, it is said that it is a hundred miles, that is, there is no abnormality in thousands of miles. But what about millions or even thousands of miles away? It is a little different.

This is a big hall that doesn't know how big it is. I don't know where the main hall is. I only know that the entire temple is full of Buddha's light. A heavy golden light shines like a sun, and the whole hall seems to be above. There is only one person, and there seem to be hundreds of millions of people. But see the top of the main hall. A statue of a golden statue with a height of nine feet sits on the top of the nine-pound lotus platform. Around the golden body, the empty space, overflowing with indifferent and full of faith, is the belief. The force rushes into the golden body, it is like a rush to the sea, can not afford to sway half a silk, but the Buddha's light flashing around the body is against the power of this belief, but also disappeared in the void. In addition to the Buddha statue, the entire hall seems to have countless Buddha statues. These Buddha statues are hard to have brilliance under this golden body, and the body shape is even more invisible. Even if it is swept by the naked eye or the Buddha, it is not noticeable. A heavy shadow.

Not only that, after the body of the nine-footed golden body, there is a Buddha light wheel that is even bigger than the nine-footer. This light wheel is hard to count, and the light of the Buddha’s light is spinning. Every time it flashes, there will be a small world in the Buddha's light. Within each of the worlds, there is a world of openness, and there are countless flowers, birds and fish in each small world. In the same way, every thousand worlds have thousands of creatures appearing and prospering! While waiting for this Buddha's light to annihilate, there is collapse, destruction, and death in the world of Xiaoqian... The whole world is a void! Look at this golden body, hundreds of millions of "卍" characters condensed into large and small Jin Yuwen! These golden essays are like breathing, and they are like swimming fish. A kind of mystery and a heavy reincarnation seem to evolve in this golden essay!

Under the golden body, it is the nine-pound lotus platform. Each lotus platform is full of weights. Each lotus platform is thick and solid. The surface of the lotus platform also has the golden plaque, but these golden dragons are the same as the tiny dragons. The upstream of the lotus platform moves, and it is rushed to other lotus platforms in a very regular way. The golden lotus and the literary works of the nine lotus platforms are like an isolated world. It seems that this lotus platform looks above this hall, but actually does not know. Where is it?

The face of the golden body is solemn, and a kind of supreme pressure is born from the eyebrows, and among the eyes that are slightly opened, not only have everything in the eye, but the wisdom of Wanli is controlled, and more is the kind of sadness. Compassion, but whenever anyone sees it, no matter what Xianfan Mo does not care for!

This golden body is not a big day, such as the world, and which Buddha? (To be continued.)