The great robber of all worlds

Chapter 145 Going to the meeting alone and crossing the river in white clothes

West Desert was originally quiet and peaceful.

But in the past few days, everything has changed. Mount Sumeru, which used to represent the will of the entire Buddhist sect, was provoked one after another, and the disciples of the Buddha died one after another, leaving everyone speechless.

They saw with their own eyes that the tenth Buddha was beaten to kneel and kowtow, and fell in front of the Buddha statue of Ahan.

They saw with their own eyes that the eight Buddhist disciples came hand in hand, but retreated dignifiedly in front of a line of writing.

They saw with their own eyes that the Ninth Buddha sat all night, chanting sutras, shaking his head and sighing.

They saw with their own eyes that the eighth Buddha son and the seventh Buddha son joined forces to lay down the dead body under the bell.

This scene was so powerful that it made all the ancient temples lose their voices.

This big demon was so terrifying that it was beyond imagination. He killed three Buddhist disciples in a row and retired nine people with one word.

The last person who made all the temples in the West Desert sway like this, made the Buddhist disciples on Mount Sumeru retreat, and the world lost his voice was called Sakyamuni, and it has become a taboo in Buddhism today.

Is there going to be another one now?
"This is the real overbearing, lawless, such a strong response, directly killing the Buddha, without giving Mount Sumeru any face."

Many monks expressed emotion that for many years, the Buddhist disciples who walked down Mount Sumeru had never suffered such a loss. Nine of the eighteen Buddhist disciples retreated, and three fell. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was an earthquake.

The falsehood of excessive myths has been shattered, and the curtain has been torn apart.

This shows that the level on Mount Sumeru is not good, and the face of the younger generation has been trampled underfoot, which makes many temples have a subtle attitude.

"Amitabha, this is terrible. Mount Sumeru was just wanted, and he killed two Buddha disciples. It's a slap in the face."

Some monks were even scalp numb, they were too fierce, and every response was bloody, which made people frightened.

What made people feel even more weird was that Lantuo Temple had no intention of stopping this battle. None of the eminent monks made a move, and all of them were retreating.

A lot of news came out, they didn't even welcome the Buddha, they just sent three monks to perfunctory, and more than once persuaded the two Buddha to leave, and issued an order to drive away the guests.

"Amitabha, we have tried to dissuade you. Several times the presiding officer has spoken to tell the two Buddhas to leave earlier, and the tricks are almost transparent. Unfortunately, the two Buddhas do not have the understanding, nor the fate, so they cannot escape this catastrophe. "

Soon, there was a voice from Lantuo Temple, an old monk announced that they tried their best to dissuade them at the beginning, but they could not prevent the catastrophe from coming, as it should be.

Hearing these words, many monks were dumbfounded and laughed a little; this was simply cursing the two Buddha disciples for being stupid, ignorant of the meaning of the words, and rushing into the catastrophe by themselves.

Faced with such a situation, Mount Sumeru was strangely silent, and no news came out for three days.

But the Buddhist disciples walking down the mountain showed up and gathered in the Xuankong Temple. There were rumors that they were going to pay homage to invite the great demon to come to this holy temple to discuss the Dharma and put an end to this chaos.

"Is it too late to finish this matter?"

"It's somewhat inappropriate. Such a posture is clearly a killing game, so how could the big devil show up?"

For a moment, the world was in an uproar. Is this the response of Mount Sumeru? The Buddhists directly invited the Buddha to the banquet, and a big battle was coming.

In just one day, a large number of people appeared around the ancient holy temple Xuankong Temple, all of them came to watch the battle, and many people also came to see what the other Buddhist disciples looked like.

This ancient temple got its name because it is suspended in the air, it looks like a god island, but it is an ancient temple in the air, bathed in the rays of the sun.

It stands tall above a large river, and behind it is a rift valley, like a mountain peak splitting itself, with a waterfall flowing around it, the end is mysterious.

According to legend, this is the scene created by Emperor Amitabha Buddha when he walked in the western desert in the past. The mountains opened up when he met him, and the river parted around him.

clang!clang!clang!
Today, the bell of the ancient temple rang three times in a row, which meant that a distinguished guest was coming. In the continuous sunlight, five figures suddenly appeared.

They came in the air, stepped on the golden bridge, and wore cassocks, they were extraordinarily solemn and solemn.

"Hiss, five Buddha disciples have arrived, except for the most mysterious Bodhisattva Jueyouqing, all of them have arrived!"

"There are five people in total, and each of them is much stronger than the fallen Buddhas. It is said that the first three have all enlightened to their original Buddha nature, and they have indescribable divine power after seeing the Buddha's enlightenment."

People were shocked, they didn't expect the battle to be so big, it turned out that five Buddhist disciples came together, from the sixth to the second all appeared, with a gesture of flattening everything.

The leader wears a golden hoop and carries a long stick, with a mighty and solemn expression, and there is a sense of righteousness in his brows; one of them takes the lead, with the momentum of breaking mountains and moving rivers.

The second person wears a heavenly crown and is tied with five hairpins, each of which is hung with a Buddhist bead, with the light of wisdom blooming, giving people a sense of peace.

The third person holds a golden pestle in his left hand and a seal in his right hand, with his eyes closed, riding on a lion.

The fourth person and the fifth person stand side by side, one person hangs a treasure wheel behind his head, smiles while holding flowers, with a bright red brow;

These five people are all disciples of the Buddha, each with their own aura, and they regard them as extraordinary, which greatly shocked the monks who came.

"It's so powerful. Could it be that the third Buddha has received the inheritance of Manjusri Bodhisattva as rumored? Has he really cultivated the five wisdoms of my Buddhist sect?"

"The posture of the second Buddha son really reminds people of the old man who defeated the Buddha in battle and ran across the invincible hands in the western desert. Finally, he realized the true meaning of the Buddhist scriptures and became the strongest person on Mount Sumeru."

"There are rumors that this second disciple of the Buddha was brought by the old monks on Mount Sumeru to the disciple of the Dou Victory Buddha, but Fang Zhi was not here, and he did not teach the scriptures. Created a few formulas."

The monks couldn't help exclaiming, as expected of the top six powerful Buddhist disciples, they had such a look when they met, no wonder they had the confidence to invite the big devil to solve this matter.

In their view, this is already the strongest lineup of the younger generation in Ximo. They are all invincible masters with outstanding inheritance and originated from Buddhism in the past.

Even, several of them have received the inheritance of the nine disciples of Amitabha Buddha in the past, and they are the successors after the ages. They can be called the six sages of Buddhism in the future.

And all such characters came together for the sake of the great demon who won the Nirvana Sutra. It doesn't matter what happened at the beginning. Now three Buddha disciples have fallen into his hands, even if there is no scripture. If you let him go, you will be surrounded and killed.

"Amitabha."

The old monk of Xuankong Temple appeared and welcomed the five Buddhist disciples in. They knew that this time it was really going to be different, and it might lead to changes in the future of the West Desert.

Soon, voices came from inside, as if arguing.

"My Buddha is merciful, this matter should be cleared up clearly, there is no need to falsify."

"An ancient monk has already made a move to look back. The virtues of those two people are clear, and it is an insult to the Buddha's nature."

"Everyone has Buddha nature, but not everyone can become a Buddha."

In the end, the fourth Buddha opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and proposed to invite the great demon to come and settle the matter completely, and the abbot of Xuankong Temple could preside over it by the side, revenge for revenge, revenge for grievances, and no longer pay attention to the Nirvana Sutra.

Several people agreed with his words, and the old monk of Xuankong Temple had no objection, but just took a second look at this Buddhist disciple. He can be said to be the most special one among the eighteen Buddhist disciples.

Other people's words may be mixed with personal emotions, but he does not. It can be said that it is an alternative kind of fairness and credibility, just because he is practicing the Eight Destroyers.

This is a scripture to cut off the world of mortals. It is said in the scriptures that if there are sentient beings who have too many thoughts, they will be at ease if they often read and respect the Eight Extinction Bodhisattvas. Those who practice this scripture will cut off distracting thoughts, and all desires will be nourishment, as if they are indifferent , In fact, the heart is right.

In this way, the five Buddhist disciples sat in the Xuankong Temple and announced the entire Western Desert, waiting for the arrival of the great demon, and with the Xuankong Temple abbot beside them, they would not do anything deceptive.

In just half a day, this news spread throughout most of the Western Desert. It was difficult for people to fathom the meaning of it, but they were all guessing whether the great demon would come or not.

Some people say that this is a killing trap set up by the Buddhist disciples, and he will not come; others say that this is a clear way to invite the king into the urn, and the big devil will not come to send him to death.

After all, those are the top six powerful Buddhist disciples, each of whom has the strength to suppress the younger generation of Tianjiao, has mysterious experiences, and has great luck.

But among them, some people think that the big demon will come, because he is so arrogant and domineering, oppressing people head-on, lawless and lawless, and heaven is not the sky, because my law is great, my heart is the sky, and I am not here. under it.

Just when the western desert was full of hustle and bustle, Li Yu's figure appeared in a mountain not far from Lantuo Temple.

With a relaxed and freehand expression, he traveled the world on foot, as if the misty rain in the outside world did not affect him, and he was at ease in the world. The sunset glow dyed the western sky red, stretching his figure very long.

The name of this place is Qingjing Mountain. There are no legends or fame, but the scenery is beautiful, with unicorns lying on the cliffs, sesame grass growing beside the path, full of fragrance, and peace and tranquility everywhere.

"This is a pure land, but not all Buddhists live there."

Li Yu said softly, walking through the cobblestone path, passing through the palaces and pavilions, there is a natural charm.

In the past few days, he has stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and traveled the mountains and rivers like an ordinary person, watching the sunrise and sunset, walking through the grassland, entering the desert, looking up at the starry sky every night, and his mood is extraordinarily ethereal.

For him, this is also a kind of practice, a kind of cultivation of mind.

As the radiance fell, his body was full of brilliance, and he walked towards the center of the earth, feeling the atmosphere of the Buddha Land, watching the radiance of sacred faith, and he was comprehending in his heart.

When he left this ancient land and entered the world again, his state of mind was different. If he had been baptized, he would be more ethereal.

"One day has passed, and the five great Buddhas gathered in the Xuankong Temple, but the great demon has been missing for a long time."

"This is inevitable. Who will go to the obvious killing situation? The abbot of Xuankong Temple is credible, but the one of Mount Xumi may not be credible."

Walking in the city, Li Yu heard such words, his heart moved, and he inquired about recent news.

Only then did he discover that five Buddhist disciples came for him, gathered in the Xuankong Temple, which was as famous as the Daleiyin Temple, and hosted a banquet for him, and resolved the matter thoroughly.

Many people think that he will not go, because it is too difficult for one person to face the five great Buddhas alone, maybe even the number one bodhisattva can't do it.

No one would suspect that their attack must be a thunderous blow, and there is nothing that cannot be done in order to take back this scripture.

"Five Buddhist disciples, if you host a banquet for me, then go to the meeting alone and make a bright future!"

Li Yu clapped his palms and smiled, his eyes were bright, as if breaking free from the shackles, he went straight to the Nine Heavens.

Go to the meeting alone and see how you can get close to me!

Standing on the bank of the great river, the divine light flowing through his body turned into scarlet, and the murderous aura was boundless. The rushing river water was shrouded in blood mist, and it was extremely gorgeous, reflecting a different kind of brilliance under the setting sun.

On the second day, people noticed that under the two lines of Ahan Temple's handwriting, there was another word, a bloody word.

kill!

In an instant, clouds moved in all directions, and everyone was shocked. Is this the response of the great demon? He was always strong, and he dared to kill five Buddha disciples, and he fought alone!
"This is crazy. No matter how strong he is, there is only one person. Will he really come?"

Many people were shocked. They thought that Li Yu would not come, but now he was going to the banquet alone for the five Buddhas, which alarmed many monks.

The abbot of the Xuankong Temple also showed up, saying that there would be no bullying, this was the attitude of the Xuankong Temple.

On this day, before dawn and night, the outside of the Xuankong Temple was extremely lively, and both sides of the rushing river were surrounded by figures, waiting for someone to arrive.

The five Buddha disciples are also standing on the bank of the river, sitting cross-legged in the golden lotus, chanting scriptures, with their eyes closed tightly, ignorant of foreign affairs, and not stained with dust.

Wisps of Buddha's light went straight into the sky, rendering it bright.

"Will it really come?"

Quite a few people looked at the port from a distance, they were so eager, their chests were beating like drums.

It's been too long, it's been too long since there has been such a big commotion in West Desert, and it's been too long since such an amazing person has appeared.

Although he was classified as a great demon by Mount Sumeru, many people believed that he was a predestined person, an unrivaled arrogance, who could also be called an emperor in Buddhism.

Gradually, the night is fading, the sound of insects and birds is heard, and the undulating river is full of waves and splashes.

Countless people were looking forward to it, and even the five Buddhist disciples opened their eyes, looking at the end of the river where the sky line stretches.

There, there are dragons singing and wind and clouds.

Whoa!

When the river was making waves, I saw a flat boat approaching slowly on the river, with a flag hanging on it, waving in the wind, showing a big "magic" character.

The sky is getting brighter and the boat is getting closer to the shore. When the first ray of dawn falls, it illuminates the river.

At the dawn of Jinxia, ​​she stands on a boat with her hands behind her back in white clothes.

The wind is still level, the mountains are bright and the sea is quiet, and the insects and birds are silent. Everything is frozen here, and it is fragrant in an instant.

A round of golden sun jumps up from the horizon, sprinkles mottled radiance, and reflects the river. In the golden piece, the young man in white clothes is peerless, and his stepping on the river is picturesque.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at this scene, as if seeing a miracle, as if facing a Buddha, and the eternal imprint in their hearts.

Crossing the river in white clothes, going to the meeting alone.

　It's a pity that I'm fat now, and I can't wear white clothes. I think I was a handsome young man back then.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)