The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Tianzhu City.

"Immortals step on Lingshan, and all the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens will be removed."

The old monk muttered something, stood up slowly, and the surrounding clouds and mist surged, or turned into soil, or turned into trees, or turned into people.

The scene is unpredictable, from far to near, sometimes slow, sometimes speeding up, just like someone is constantly pulling the progress bar.

When I went outside, it was already empty. The traffic lights are working as usual, switching between red, green and yellow in an orderly manner. The difference is that the road is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and the continuous flow of vehicles has disappeared.

The shops on both sides of the road were closed tightly.

Tianzhu City is not very big, at most the size of a small fourth-tier city. Also due to special historical factors, there are no tall office buildings, but mostly retro residential buildings and many temples.

The Dushi monk looked up and looked ahead. In front of him was an ancient road with a length of 10,000 meters. Every year, countless people came here to make a pilgrimage step by step. At the end is the oldest temple in the world, Shiyuan.

Compared with other newly built temples, this temple is much smaller and looks very dilapidated, with a strong historical atmosphere.

In the past, no matter how special the status was, it was nothing more than a temple, but today's environment is very different, and beliefs gather all the time. Its scale is not worse than that of the previous life. If it develops for a few more decades, it will definitely be able to reach the incense accumulated by Buddhism in the previous life for hundreds of years.

If there were so many people in the previous life, the Bodhi Realm might really come true. But it's a pity that if there is no if, he will smash the Bodhi Realm before it becomes a climate. It may take hundreds of years, or it may take a lifetime.

The world of Bodhi is the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of Buddhism, and even the living immortals were not completely wiped out at the beginning. It may be that I am not interested in spending so much time, but it can also be seen that it is tricky.

Walking through the long ancient road and entering the temple, several skinny ascetic monks were waiting for him.

The four monks of Tianhua Temple were also eminent monks who helped him to reunite himself with the Buddha's heart. It is not an exaggeration to say that Da Leiyin used them as a model.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid there will be more bad luck than good luck, why waste the rare incense?"

asked one of the ascetics.

The monk who crossed the world replied: "If you want to be the power of the Buddhas and dragons, why do you need to use the appearance of all living beings? Poor monks can cross the Buddhas without eating incense. This is only a part of the Bodhi world. If you can't cross this part, how can you talk about crossing all the Buddhas?" Buddha?"

The real Bodhi Realm is powerless even the top-level deity transformation powers, and only living immortals can enter it and kill it, and I can barely get in and out in my heyday. But if the world is just opening, the world has its own great opportunities, and he has gained a little.

So he wanted to follow the example of the immortal, and also walked down the Lingshan Mountain and killed Bodhi.

It's important to him, very important.

The ascetic monk was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Fellow Taoist has a photoshoot."

"Perhaps." Dushi Monk no longer concealed his obsession in his heart, "People like us who were born in that era, whether it is a rabbit, an old Taoist priest, or the Eight Wonders of the World, all have the same obsession."

"We are chasing the same target, chasing the back of that person. We never get close, until we die, touching the corner of his clothes."

The Dushi monk clenched his palms slightly, his eyes glowed, the calmness and humility on his face disappeared, leaving only a trace of obsession.

"It was lucky and unfortunate to be born in that era. And if I couldn't be born in that era, I think I will regret it all my life."

The ascetic monk opened his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of awe-like emotion in his chaotic and dull eyes.

"The one who has never been seen before, who will never come after, is in the same era as him. Those who are victorious are willing to die, those who are strong are desperate, those who seek the way see the way, and those who admire the strong are crazy... Has he also reincarnated?"

The Dushi monk nodded slightly, and said: "He said that he would like to enter the common world and no longer fight for this world."

"So you should be lucky." The ascetic monk commented like this, it sounded like he was insulting the world, like he was despising the strong in the world, but it was so.

The Dushi monk did not refute, sat down in front of the ancient Buddha, and said: "Masters, have you ever witnessed the battle back then?"

The four monks all shook their heads. They practiced hard in Tianhua Temple, so they could only know its movements, but they couldn't see the whole picture.

This is a great pity.

"Then share this battle today."

Incense surges, Vientiane is renewed, and the world is turned upside down.

One after another spiritual mountains rose from the ground, a Taoist and a monk came to the foot of the spiritual mountains, and saw the temples like a forest, and the monks like a sea.

The Taoist soared into the sky, and his aura as vast as the sky enveloped the temples in Lingshan.

"Poverty Li Changsheng, come here today to level Lingshan."

That year he was so high-spirited, his body was unsurpassed, and his demeanor could be said to have reached the pinnacle.

Perhaps it was only at this moment that Chu Di discovered in astonishment that Master Du Shi did not prepare this live broadcast for faith. He doesn't need faith at all, he just wants to reproduce history once.

Whether it's from your imagination or your own.

Just like what he said before: there were immortals stepping on ten thousand Buddhas in the past, and now there are poor monks crossing the world and crossing all Buddhas.

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Li Changsheng and the world-saving monk traveled to Lingshan. As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they could hear the bells echoing among the mountains, and the vast Buddha spirit filled the sky.

"It's really a holy place."

Li Changsheng couldn't help admiring that the sect of the great sect has its heritage for thousands of years, let alone the Buddhism that has been passed down for an unknown number of years.

There are many spiritual veins here, criss-crossing, and the temples between the hills form a certain formation, gathering Buddhist incense from all over the world. The accumulation of hundreds of years has even made the Buddha statues have spiritual wisdom, and each Buddha statue is at least a golden elixir stage magic weapon.

In his perception, there is one statue at the Transformation Stage, hundreds at the Nascent Soul Stage, and thousands at the Golden Core Stage.

These Buddha statues may not be comparable to real monks, but after all, they have a corresponding level of power, and it is extremely difficult to increase the number. If the 2,000-year-old me came here, I'm afraid at most a tie, or even a little injury.

"It's a bit like my sea of ​​clouds formation, but it's even more profound. Even I can't find out where this bodhi world is. Little monk, tell me what your master's name is, so as not to kill me by mistake later."

The Dushi monk replied: "The cultivation of the young monk is only to build a foundation, and he has passed away long ago."

"Then is there anyone you care about?"

"The Daoist priest has no wronged souls under his command, since that's the case, the little monk has nothing to say."

Li Changsheng looked at this stubborn little monk, and he could see that his Buddha's heart was a little bit broken, and he was probably only one step away from going crazy.

He sighed, and said: "Children are like this, and they are easy to get into a corner, just like I was back then. Little monk who has passed through the world, everyone is a lone walker during the journey of cultivation. I can't help you, but there is a sentence I can give you. "

"There is no good and no evil in the body, there is good and there is malicious action. Knowing good and knowing evil is liangzhi, doing good and eliminating evil is investigating things."

There is no clear distinction between good and evil, let alone an absolute standard. Sometimes to kill is to save, and sometimes to save is to kill.

Li Chang has lived for more than three thousand years and has experienced many things. The long years did not make him lost, nor made him dusty, but made him more transparent.

He has flattened countless temples along the way, but he never thinks that Buddhism is all wicked people, and Buddhism is all fallacy. Taoist sects are not without filth, but they are not as large as Buddhist sects. In addition, Taoist orthodoxy like the Shangqing Palace does not support it, and the Taoist temples established by some casual or deviant monks are naturally inferior to the temples supported by Wanfo Mountain.

Buddhism has gone astray for hundreds of years and has been blinded by incense. I want to enjoy the offerings of the world, but I don't want to take responsibility.

It is man who is wrong, not Buddha.

It's a pity that this little monk who is hundreds of years old is not deeply involved in the world, and has too little experience, so he obviously can't see clearly. Even if you have the Buddha's heart, without the accumulation of years, and without seeing the world of mortals, it is just a decoration.

One cannot be born knowing it.

Thinking back to Xue Ye, it was the same. When I first met her, she was like a sword. It is more like sharpening a sword when it comes to practicing. In this way, he is doomed to go astray, unable to find his own way, and eventually becomes a puppet of Tianjian.

Then she found her way.

That's why there are so many sword masters, but Xue Ye is the only one who can overwhelm the world, and is as sharp as the founder of the mountain, Tianjian Daoist.

The Dushi monk froze in place, muttering the words just now, with a trace of clarity in his eyes.

Li Changsheng didn't pay attention to him any more, and walked in the sky, standing at a height of ten thousand feet, looking at all the small mountains.

"Poverty Li Changsheng, come here today to level Lingshan."

The sound swayed thousands of miles away, suppressing the distant bell. The accompanying coercion poured down on the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, and all the monks practicing in the temple felt their hearts sink.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to act presumptuously in the holy land of Buddhism."

In the void, a gigantic Buddha rises from the ground. The lotus flower sitting cross-legged is as huge as a mountain range. It can stretch thousands of miles with its hands stretched out. The slightly opened eyes are like the sun and the moon.

It is no wonder that Buddhism is so obsessed with incense. Even if it is a big sect like the Shangqing Palace of Buddhism, there is no way to guarantee that there will be a peak of transformation in every period.

It is already very remarkable to be able to guarantee the continuous power of transforming gods.

But it's just a mere deity.

With a palm shot, it is like a small world falling down, and the palm that covers the sky and the sun is inevitable.

Li Changsheng was happy and fearless, and raised his hand, a branch in the forest under his feet flew up and fell into his hand. The branches are twisted and forked, with a few dead leaves hanging on them.

At this time, the Buddha's palm had completely covered him, and the shadow covered dozens of miles around.

But he still brushed off the branch on the branch calmly, making it barely straight.

Slightly raised his head and looked forward, a cold light flashed in his eyes, a sword intent spontaneously emerged, the unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky, breaking through the vast Buddha intent.

Heaven is selfish, and heaven and earth bow their heads.

The sword rises to the sky, and the sword falls to the sky.

Zheng!

A white light flashed, like a waning moon falling. The Buddha's palm that covered the sky and the sun was cracked inch by inch, and it was as fragile as a bubble in front of this sword light, unable to cover or resist.

The giant Buddha was cut off with one palm, and the mountain-like palm disappeared.

The Taoist stood in the air, holding a branch in his hand, and looked down at the Buddha in front of him with downcast eyes. Obviously the size gap between the two sides is huge, the Taoist is not even an ant in front of the Buddha, but for some reason everything is turned upside down.

Buddha was not even an ant in front of this mysterious Taoist.

Why is this so? !

Is this Taishang Wuji Sword Intent?

Numerous monks in Lingshan looked at the Taoist in horror, recalling the fear nearly a thousand years ago, when the sword fairy entered Lingshan and oppressed the Buddhas with invincible force.

But today another person who comprehended the Infinite Sword Intent of the Supreme Master came to Lingshan, this time he didn't even bring the Heavenly Sword.

"Empty has its own name."

Li Changsheng slid his fingertips across the branches, not paying attention to the giant Buddha in front of him at all.

Why do you say that it is a mere deity, because this giant Buddha has no realm, so it is naturally not as good as the real deity. There are many factors that affect the strength of fighting skills. It is generally believed in the practice circle that the first is the realm, the second is the magic weapon, and the third is the skill experience.

There is nothing wrong with these three criteria and they apply in most cases. But it's different when it comes to Huashen. What Huashen pays attention to is Tao, and the understanding of Tao.

The most intuitive thing is the supernatural powers cultivated, which are close to the Tao, and can clearly show the level of monks.

"Amitabha."

The giant Buddha muttered, and then the heavens and the earth throbbed, and the vast sea of ​​incense carried the overwhelming Buddha's will, and thousands of Buddha's palms were clapped out.

The avenue of incense evolution in each palm, there are mountains, towns, people, things... Everything is born, evolved, and multiplied in it.

The scriptures fell like rain and flowed like a river.

The sound of chanting scriptures from the entire Lingshan came slowly.

Li Changsheng's sword pierced thousands of Buddha's palms, one palm or two palms, a thousand palms are the same, it's just one sword, this is the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent.

The sword energy surged freely, and the crushed giant Buddha couldn't raise his head.

Finally, the other great masters of Wanfo Mountain couldn't stand it any longer, and countless figures soared into the sky, two in the early stage of transforming gods, dozens of Nascent Souls, and countless golden elixirs.

Many Buddhist teachings, thousands of golden lights smashed at the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent, and with the power of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountains, the branch was finally broken.

The giant Buddha slapped it with all its strength, and the whole earth was throbbing, and the dust that was raised had already covered the mountains, stretching for dozens of miles.

Rumble!

There was a thunderclap, a ray of breath diffused, and the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

The giant Buddha's palm rose slowly. It wasn't that he withdrew his palm or showed mercy, but that a thunderbolt was pushing him back. Immediately afterwards, thunder appeared on the arm like a pillar of heaven, galloping like a wild horse, and galloping like a Yangtze River, the arm collapsed inch by inch.

Numerous Buddhist masters rushed over one after another, tried their best to sacrifice thousands of Buddhist treasures, and their figures were as dense as stars.

No matter how good your Dharma is, you can't beat such a thunderous light.

The pinnacle of attack, the pinnacle of speed.

Hey!

In an instant, Li Changsheng pierced through all the enemies within a ten-mile radius of him, pulling out a net in the void at such a high speed. The dense thunder and lightning did not capture the enemies, but the traces left by their demise.

Countless fragments and corpses fell, witnessing Leifa's summit.

The Giant Buddha felt a great threat, and retreated quickly, but the thunder light had already rushed towards him, as if moving, it came to him in just a breath.

Li Changsheng was bathed in the light of thunder, breathing in and out as if thunder was roaring, and lightly tapped Buddha's forehead with his fingertips.

The dazzling white light flooded the sky and the earth, and even the sound fell into silence.

When the light disappeared, only half of the giant Buddha's body was left, half of the dozens of mountains behind him were worn away, and the surface of the hollow mountain was covered with magma.

The Taoist also stood up in the sky as he did at the beginning, looking down at the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, and no one dared to face him at this moment.

The surviving Buddhist masters, the bystanders who heard the news, and the behind-the-scenes people who cast their eyes here, all fell into silence, deathly silence.

He leveled Lingshan alone.

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In the sky above Tianzhu, a messy Mount of Ten Thousand Buddhas was reflected.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi stood in the air, and he said before: Li Changsheng, the poor Taoist, came here today to level the Lingshan Mountain.

This moment is vivid in my eyes and keeps echoing in my ears.

Just like what happened in history, the picture was spread to all parts of China through the machines arranged in the city, and entered the eyes of countless people. There are also some ghosts and monsters hiding in the dark, casting their gazes here.

But no matter who it is, the expression is the same at the moment.

This world is currently suffocating for his strength.

Ordinary people were amazed by that scene, and the splendor of the top martial arts in the cultivation world made them forget to breathe. Practitioners are suffocated by the strength of that Taoist, and a person can be so powerful.

Dozens of kilometers away from the urban area, on that unknown mountain peak.

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened slightly, perfectly interpreting what it means to be dumbfounded. They gaffe more than normal people because they understand it better than normal people.

The same is true for He Yu. He knew that Yun Zhongxian was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, which was beyond his imagination.

That's Buddhism, a faction that has been passed down for an unknown period of time, and it can no longer be regarded as a sect. Similar to Xuanmen, there are countless sects in the world who can call themselves Xuanmen.

Maybe Wanfo Mountain cannot be used to represent Buddhism, but it is definitely the leader of Buddhism and represents the highest strength of Buddhism.

But today, the Wanfo Mountain was broken by a single person, just like the sword fairy in Cheng Jianlu. It's just that I don't know if the sword fairy is as relaxed as this living fairy, and how much time it took.

But in any case, he did it, pressing the Buddhist gate alone.

"Isn't it too strong?"

"It's simply a monster. Those who claim to be kings and venerables in my era are nothing more than that, or even inferior to him."

"Aren't you farting? Haven't you seen how strong sword immortals are? The gold content of immortals in the immortal era is obviously higher than that in ancient times."

"Nonsense, the ancient times spanned a long time, and the truly powerful ones haven't come out yet."

The little black man came back to his senses, and applauded while applauding: "What a fairy stepped on Lingshan, and all the gods and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens were removed. Sure enough, there are only wrong names, not wrong titles. Living immortals, immortals in the world, as long as he In this world, he is a fairy."

"I underestimated him. He deserves to be a strong man on par with Sword Immortal."