The Immortal Spiritual Picture

The Buddha Bathing Festival is also known as the Buddha's Birthday. For a sect like the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect that believes in Buddhism, it is the most important festival.

Although immortal cultivators have a long life span, there are also some celebrations every year during the Buddha Bathing Festival. For those mortals living under the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect, the Buddha Bathing Festival is more important than the Chinese New Year.

This year's Buddha Bathing Festival was undoubtedly more grand and grand because other Mahayana cultivators of the human race were invited to watch the ceremony.

When the east was already white, the temples hidden in the mountains and forests were awakened by the sound of the morning bell. From nowhere, bursts of Sanskrit scriptures penetrated the clouds and leaped over layers of forbidden formations to every corner of the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect and Yi Nian City.

In an instant, everyone knew that the Buddha Bathing Ceremony had begun.

Immortal cultivators do not eat grains, and the smoke rising from the mountains is not cooking smoke but incense and candles.

As the name of the Buddha Bathing Festival suggests, it is natural to bathe the Buddha. Since you want to bathe the Buddha, you must first welcome the Buddha.

On the main hall of the Buddha Bathing Ceremony, the golden lotus is empty, and thousands of candles illuminate every corner of the hall. Yuan Hong is at the head of the monks, wearing a dazzling brocade robe, emitting a glittering glow;

Behind him, the monks and novices stand in groups according to the east-west order, their robes are neat and tidy, their expressions are solemn and orderly, and there is no end in sight;

In an instant, the sound of the chime sounded, and Yuan Hong bowed three times upward; behind him, six monks lined up to invite the Buddha statue.

In the distance on both sides of the golden lotus, in front of the candles, Gu Changhuan stood with his hands behind his back, and about a few feet away from him were Zui Chunqiu and Dongshen.

Here, Gu Changhuan looked at the empty lotus platform, but his eyes were always on these two people.

The cave god stood there bored, playing with the fan in his hand. His mind did not seem to be on the Jade Buddha Celebration. He only occasionally glanced at Yuan Hong and others, then glanced at Gu Changhuan quickly and looked away. No one knew what he was thinking.

On the other side, the ghost master Zui Chunqiu showed obvious impatience. He waved his sleeves and a golden and wide dragon throne weighing ten thousand pounds suddenly appeared. Zui Chunqiu then sat on it with a wave of his sleeves and snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Yuan Hong's behavior of letting him stand and watch the ceremony.

Gu Changhuan's eyes stayed on the dragon throne for a moment, thinking that this man had personality.

At this moment, Gu Changhuan suddenly noticed that the ground under his feet seemed to tremble slightly.

He swept his consciousness around and found that the entire hall, no, the entire palace was flying in the sky.

At the same time, in the Sutra Library of the major Buddhist temple in One Thought City, a group of eighteen golden arhats were carrying a huge golden Buddha statue and walking in the air.

Wherever the arhat Buddha statue passed, the sweet rain was scattered like flowers scattered by a goddess. The sweet rain was obviously not an ordinary thing, which attracted the passing monks to scramble for it.

For high-level immortal cultivators, the Wanfo Wuxiang Sect and One Thought City were just up and down the mountain, and they could be reached at any time. Whether it was the flying temple or the eighteen golden arhats, their speed was comparable to the speed of the cultivators in the middle stage of the fusion, which made the road to welcome the Buddha three times faster.

Looking at the lively scene in One Thought City, Gu Changhuan withdrew his consciousness, and his eyes inadvertently fell on several other Mahayana cultivators who were far away.

Shangming stood there, his expression was as solemn as Yuan Hong, and even the monks in the hall could not suppress his righteous spirit. It really fulfilled the saying that you can know a person's face but not his heart.

Next to Shangming was Zican. Zican and Feihan stood very close to each other, as if they were afraid that others would not see their good relationship. Zican was smiling and looking at Yuanhong and many monks, as if he was looking forward to the Buddha Bathing Ceremony.

In contrast, Qidi, who was standing in the first place, sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. If she was not wearing a luxurious court robe, one would have thought that she was practicing in seclusion in her own cave.

On the contrary, Yan Wuyan, who was half a step behind her, looked at the scene with interest, as if he was very interested.

At this point, the temperament of these Mahayana monks seemed to be revealed.

But apart from others, he also felt that this Buddha Bathing Festival was quite strange.

He had never experienced it before.

Even after he advanced to the God of Transformation and traveled through many realms in the past, there seemed to be no realm dominated by Buddhist monks in each realm. Most of the differences were in the natural environment, and the human relations and interests were almost the same.

There was no special celebration when he went to Huayan Sect to participate in the God Transformation Celebration, so Gu Changhuan really wanted to broaden his horizons when he participated in the Buddha Bathing Festival this time.

After a journey, the Buddha statue was finally welcomed into the main hall.

Yuan Hong gathered to burn incense, and monks came out from behind him, offering spiritual fruits, spiritual grains and other things. Soon, the originally empty offering table was filled with various tributes. For a while, the fragrance of fruits, flowers and incense and candles was mixed with the smell of incense and candles.

What Gu Changhuan didn't expect was that the moment the huge golden Buddha was placed on the golden lotus throne, the golden lotus throne made a low hum, accompanied by a burst of rosy clouds and the lotus petals rotated and unfolded. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the lotus throne turned into a huge nine-dragon bathtub!

I saw that while the nine dragons spit out the clear and fragrant soup, many monks in the main hall chanted scriptures together. In the sound of the clanging wooden fish, the waves of Sanskrit sound turned out from nothing, condensed into Sanskrit golden characters that rotated and floated around the Buddha statue and finally flew to the horizon.

Gu Changhuan's eyes flashed with surprise. This was quite interesting.

The next moment, Yuan Hong clasped his hands together, and the golden body suddenly appeared behind him!

The golden body was so tall that the Buddha statue looked small in comparison.

As soon as the Buddha statue was received, the entire palace had turned into a piece of glazed glass, and the actions of the people in the palace could be clearly seen by the outside monks.

But few people noticed that the figures on both sides of the Buddha statue were extremely blurry from beginning to end. No matter how hard they tried to see clearly, they could not see the faces of those people.

In a place where no one noticed, Gu Changhuan smiled.

Sure enough, a cultivator is a cultivator. No matter what beliefs they have, they always rely on their own strength, not the illusory gods and Buddhas.

On the other side, Hua Wu sniffed the smell of the fragrant soup in the air.

As an alchemist, she is particularly familiar with the smell and aroma of various spiritual medicines.

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