The Green Snake of the Great Wilderness becomes enlightened

Chapter 445 Three Thousand Ant Pilgrims

After making her first salute, Nu Wa turned around and left without saying anything.

The coldness in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes did not fade, and his words were distant: "Since Jieying is no longer here, why are you still here?"

Amitabha Buddha said indifferently: "Although my Buddha is not a Taoist, although he is far from the Taoist, the Buddhist Dao is also a side door. After all, all the different paths lead to the same goal. It is the Tao and the source of the extraordinary. My Buddha should do this."

Yuan Shi was silent for a moment, ignored Amitabha, turned and left.

Amitabha has left the prehistoric world, but Zhunti Buddha's mother is still there, because he wants to find the leader of Mahayana Buddhism, that is, the current Buddha, but among the disciples of Buddhism, there is no one who has this ability.

Although Buddhism has thousands of immortals and mortals, it is still superficial after all. If it continues for a million years, there will be a large number of talented people in his Buddhism.

The person Zhunti once valued was Qingluo, but unfortunately Qingluo's luck has already come, and he has no chance to go to the west, so he has to give up.

Buddhism spreads widely all over the world, and all living beings in the prehistoric world know that there is a sect in the Western world called Buddha, which is a sect that saves people with compassion.

Dongshengshenzhou, the hundred sects of Taoism are all hostile to Buddhism, and even those with foresight have set off to the common people at this moment, preaching the truth, walking in the world, and spreading the Taoism of Xuanzong.

Qing Luo was still walking along the East China Sea, neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow.

Together with the wind and waves, the sun, the moon and the stars are companions, crossing the sea step by step.

Until one day, an old man walked out of Shouyang Mountain, and the power of heaven and earth raised his mind again.

The old Taoist is sitting on a green ox, and a young Taoist is leading the ox in front of the ox.

The young Taoist and the old Taoist walked westward with a green bull.

The young Taoist walked out of the mountain gate with yearning, but the road he took was against his will.

Going east, there are [-] mountains, [-] rivers and lakes, and to the east of that is the vast ocean.

There is an island in the depths of the ocean, and that is where he wants to go and return.

But now, he is going in the opposite direction, choosing the west and the east, and going further and further away.

On Jin'ao Island, the three saints looked up to the west. Duobao left them only a shadow, which was still as tall and straight as before.

Gui Ling's face was anxious, Wu Dang's was sad, and Jin Ling was silent.

The three thousand disciples all stood outside Biyou Palace, waiting for the three Holy Mothers.

Every time Duobao takes a step, a ray of mana will radiate from his body, one step closer to the Western Pure Land, and one step farther away from the Eastern Sea.

From the rising sun in the east to the sunset in the west mountain.

Duobao walked all day and night, Lao Tzu closed his eyes all day and night, Biyou Palace was silent all day and night, all the great powers of heaven and earth watched all day and night.

Including Qing Luo, he is like all the great powers of heaven and earth, he can only be a spectator when it is not his business, but this time he still moved.

Duobao walked away for nine days and nine nights, and the world was silent for nine days and nine nights.

Qing Luo came to the outside of Jin'ao Island, and three thousand disciples bent down to salute one after another.

Qingluo Jishou walked by and waited with a smile on his face.

Three thousand disciples stood respectfully, no one said anything, and treated them solemnly.

Qing Luo stepped into Biyou Palace, and the three Holy Mothers stood up to greet her.

Qingluo Jishou smiled and said, "Three fellow Taoists, please be polite."

Jin Ling smiled lightly and said, "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and my fellow Taoists are even worse than before."

Qing Luo waved and said with a smile: "The three of you are too."

The evil corpse of the golden spirit rebuilt the body of the incense and fire god, and luck returned.

The Taoist realm of the turtle spirit is open, and the breath of the good corpse surrounds the whole body, and the good corpse is not far away.

Wudang Shan's corpse was beheaded, Hua Lishan's old mother, the elder of the three religions, was famous for her mighty virtue.

Qing Luo turned to look at the three thousand disciples outside the palace, and said with a smile: "Do you have such a heart?"

To the three thousand disciples outside the palace, the heart he said was their heart, the heart of wishing for many treasures to return.

The three saints nodded in unison.How come they don't have this heart?But they are not only the four great disciples who used to be, but they are also the leaders of the Jiejiao now, and they are in their positions, so they know the difficulties.

They stand taller and see farther. They put the overall situation first, and they are no longer willful people like the disciples.

Qing Luo smiled: "Since there is, how about doing it as you like?"

The eyes of the three holy mothers brightened, and the turtle spirit rushed to say: "Please teach me, fellow Taoist!"

Wudang Jinling also nodded in unison.

Qing Luo replied: "Although I have the law, whether it succeeds or not depends on you, not on me."

. . .

On the tenth day of Duobao's westward journey, the great sun rose to the East China Sea, and three thousand disciples went out to travel in Bi.

Lao Tzu, who was sitting on the blue bull, raised his eyelids slightly, but they still didn't open them.

Duobao paused after taking a step, his body froze for a moment, but he walked west again.He didn't dare to look back, for fear that once he looked back, he would never be able to walk again.

Cut off and teach three thousand disciples, wind and cloud gather, thousands of immortals cross the vast sea, across mountains and rivers.

Even if there are no Ten Thousand Immortals coming to court, the aura of Jiejiao is still like a rainbow.

Qing Luo sat cross-legged on the top of Zizhi Cliff, closed her eyes and meditated.

It is the general trend for Duobao to go west, the trend of the general trend, and it cannot be changed.

Although the chances are slim, the disciples of Jiejiao are still willing to give it a try.Even Qing Luo, the person who came up with the idea, didn't like them.

But some things, some people, even if there is a chance, it is worth doing everything to fight for a chance.

In Western Buddhism, Zhunti Buddha Mother sits on a lotus platform, looking east.The three great masters stand on both sides, the Maitreya pharmacist stands in front of each other, the eighteen arhats are separated behind, and the eight dragons guard the Buddhist world.

Zhun Ti is very calm at the moment, even though Lao Tzu, the unfathomable senior brother, is not in a hurry, sometimes God's will is the most unpredictable, and often it is unknown whether it will do it or not.

Cut off teaching three thousand immortals, Wang Yang crossed far, traveled through mountains and rivers, rushed to Hangu Pass, and caught up with Lao Tzu.

Jinling, Wudang, and Guiling led three thousand Taoist disciples and bowed to the ground respectfully.

Immortals all over the place bowed their heads and waited for someone to come.

When Duobao came leading the green bull, what he saw was such a picture.

Immortals on the ground touch the ground with their foreheads and kneel on the ground, like three thousand sculptures, majestic and motionless, although they are worshiping, they are magnificent.

Duobao stopped, he couldn't move, and couldn't.

Qingniu raised its head and barked to the sky.

"Moo~"

I closed my eyes all the way, and finally opened them.

Also at this moment, Jiejiao's three thousand disciples bowed in unison: "Sanqing disciples, pay homage to the Elder Master."

The sound rises from the bottom to the top, because they made the sound with their heads touching the ground. More than three thousand voices gathered together without a single noise.

This word, the last three words, reverberates lingeringly, reverberating between heaven and earth.

Lao Tzu's heart was touched, and he was silent for a while, neither speaking nor moving.

Three thousand immortals are still kneeling, whether it is the little immortal of Tianxian Xuanxian, the great immortal of Jinxian Taiyi, or the great power of Daluo Zhunsheng, they have been kneeling all the time.

They don't have the slightest celestial energy, no vision, not even a trace of their own aura. At this moment, they are all mortals, all ants, humble and tragic.

Duobao's eyes were crystal clear, and mist appeared in front of his eyes, covering his sight. Three thousand fellow disciples were in front of him. Although he couldn't see his head, he could see everything at a glance.

The one in green is Gui Ling, because she likes dark green the most.

The one wearing the silver hairpin is Jin Ling, because she often says that gold and silver match and give birth to each other.

Wearing white clothes with no ornaments on her head is Wudang, because she likes plain and simple the most.

The golden hoop fairy behind them always wears a golden hoop that has never been removed.

The one with the bigger head and the short hair without a crown on top can be seen as Qiushou Xian at a glance.

Dressed in gold and covered in fur, only Jin Guangxian can do this.

. . .

All the disciples, who were either fairy-like, cheerful, active, haughty, cunning, or causing trouble, were all quiet, humble, and respectful kneeling in front of him at this moment.

Just for him.

(End of this chapter)