Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 96 Nagarjuna, Stone Cottage

In the dream of snow and fog.

Layman Jingxuan looked sad, looking at the miniature "Lingzaosi" in front of him.

The 33 days of good fortune are recorded like 33 giant mountains, towering between the starry sky and the ridges of the earth.

The starlight above became brighter and brighter, and the star vortex slowly rotated, echoing the spiritual veins on the ground, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed back and forth, forming a delicate cycle.

Below, the huge spiritual vein root system is dotted all over, extending into the endless void.

There is an endless stream of spiritual power, which gathers from the root system and enters the range of Lingzaosi, rendering the building of Lingzaosi and Huilan Mountain behind it more and more dazzling.

Everything looks so beautiful!

But Layman Jingxuan knows that these are by no means all the spiritual power collected by the Department of Spirit Creation. After passing through the Asura Realm, the sixth heaven and many other regions, and arriving at the Human Realm, the spiritual power that can be recovered is definitely not on the scale it is now .

More spiritual power was cut off by the big monsters in the lower realm.

This can't be done!

There is still more than a year before the start of Journey to the West, and it has been more than 400 years in the lower realm. The spiritual energy I lose every day, converted into spiritual stones, is more than hundreds of millions?
There must be a way to stop it.

"There is no way, but I suspect that your current ability cannot be completed!"

The old man put his hands in his sleeves and said leisurely.

"any solution?"

Layman Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, the old man's tone was provocative.

The subtext of the provocation is: Although you are not capable enough, this matter must be completed.

Having known each other for so long, you can understand what each other thinks with just one look.

"How to do?"

"Refining Lingzaosi, so that the 33-day good fortune record, the body of Lingzaosi, and the underground spiritual veins are completely melted into one furnace to form a whole."

"Then can stop the loss of spiritual power?"

Layman Jingxuan expressed doubts.

The point is, the extension of the spirit vein is too far away, separated by many heavens, no matter how refined it is, can it still accommodate the three realms?

If someone cuts a beard on the ground, I am beyond my reach!
"No, but you can increase the speed of spiritual power circulation and expand the coverage of spiritual veins, so that your harvest will always be more than now."

"Then do it!"

This is also no way.

Although it's even cheaper than those demon kings on the ground... But just like doing business, there is no way to keep all the money in your pocket.

The important thing is that the platform is your own, and if you make the platform bigger and stronger, and strengthen your control over the platform, you will be the biggest winner.

Just do it, the old man immediately took out a bunch of things from his sleeve,
"Sage fire, the essence of the three lights of the sun, moon and stars, the dust from the other shore, and this, the teardrops of the heavenly Buddha. At this stage, it is barely enough to refine the spirit master."

"What are these?"

Layman Jingxuan looked at the bottles and cans in front of him, filled with strong curiosity,
"After the fall of the saint, there is no extinguishing aura, the flame formed.

The place where the three lights of the sun, the moon, and the stars converge, shines on the longevity tree, and at the point where the light and shadow gather, the core of the tree is intercepted.

Dust from the other shore, this is a bit rare, since it is the other shore, it should not appear in this world, but there is no absolute in everything.

Heavenly Buddha teardrops, this is not the tears of the Tathagata. The meaning of Heavenly Buddha is the tears left by the Buddha, who was born to attain a high position, because he lamented the misery of the world. "

That's right!
Layman Jingxuan swallowed, showing a very calm look,
"A sage doesn't last forever, so why would he fall? And what does it mean to gather light and shadow? Not to mention the sand from the other shore and the tears of the Buddha... such things, refining and refining the Lingzuosi, are still reluctant! What does reluctantly mean? Can I confirm with you?"

The old man was silent for a few seconds without speaking.

Just look at layman Jingxuan with his eyes.

After the latter's mood stabilized, he said slowly, "It's just reluctant. The Hunyuan Wuji White Artifact is a thousand times more precious than these things. Of course, it can't be refined only once. After that, the materials will only be rarer. , then you will have to find it yourself.”

"When is the time and where can I find it?"

Layman Jingxuan immediately felt mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

Nothing to say, only work hard, move forward with pain and happiness.

He tried to calm his mind, and it took about 3 minutes.

Then, according to the method taught by the old man, he began to refine the Lingzaosi.

Hunyuan Promise White Artifact Suspended in mid-air, holding the teardrops of the Buddha in one hand, and the essence of the three lights of the sun, moon and stars in the other, with the spiritual fire of the saint on his head, and the sand and dust on the other side under his feet.

With a serene expression and auspicious auspicious clouds on his body, at this moment, he seemed to become the core of the world.

Integrating the sacred and spiritual in one, it breathes out slowly, fully performing the mystery of the changes in the sky.

The outsiders of Lingzao have gathered for an unknown amount of time and space.

On Mount Sumeru, there was thunder and lightning.

The earth's crust shifted, and the waves rolled.

Nanfangbuzhou, Dongshengshenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Beijuluzhou, the four continents began to move, slowly but firmly gathering together.

Under the surface of the sea, between the floating and floating, a shadow of a stone hut began to emerge.

Above the sky, several figures gathered instantly.

Farther up in the sky, thunder and lightning struck one after another, like a blood-colored whip lashing at the edge of the world.

With the sound of thunder, a torrential rain of blood fell from the sky.

One after another, majestic roars shook the sky.

"How could this be? Old Tiansi has fallen?"

One person spoke with surprise, and behind him was an exquisite tree shadow, shining with colorful brilliance.

"Don't be impatient, things are not that bad!"

Another figure shrouded in precious light spoke faintly, and the sound was like a bell, causing ripples in the sky one after another.

"Look, the ancient battlefield of gods and demons has appeared!"

A woman with a snake's tail, whose body spanned countless thousands of miles and countless worlds, pointed at a phantom in the sky.

"Ah!"

Three hazy figures overlapped and sighed in unison.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, a huge jungle-like corpse slowly appeared along with the bloody waves.

It seems that they are extremely far apart, but between the ups and downs of each wave, the bloody aura it emits becomes stronger by countless times.

In the blink of an eye, the heaven and earth were overturned, and it appeared in the sky above Mount Sumeru.

It seemed to be extremely close, but there was an invisible barrier between them. The waves of blood surged endlessly, but none of them spilled into this world.

"The Dharma of Sakyamuni is gone, it's time for the poor monk to appear in the world!"

Several figures in the air were surprised, and saw a red-robed monk stepping out from the main peak of Mount Sumeru.

One step at a lotus platform, the Changhong reflects the sky.

The seven giant snakes behind him moved in a winding rhythm, turning into huge wheels of light.

"Is it Nagarjuna?"

Among the Seven Treasure Trees, one person said in astonishment, "What are you doing here?"

"Naturally, it is to save the world and save people. The method of learning Buddhist scriptures from the Tathagata is outdated, so the poor monk will go to the Tang Dynasty to teach the Dharma in person!"

.......
Buddhism wants to engage in internal strife?

Now it's fun to watch!
Several figures in the field turned their minds at the same time, and wisely kept silent.

Even Nagarjuna Bodhisattva turned into a rainbow, stepped on a lotus, and went straight to the east.

At the other end of Mount Sumeru, there was a bang, and the waves fell to the sky.

A blue light and shadow soared into the sky and landed on a side peak of Mount Sumeru.

There was a dense precious light, and the sound of knives and axes was faintly heard.

The sound is crisp, clear and passionate, with a special melody, jingling, resounding among the mountain roads.

"The stone hut is also alive?"

The woman with a snake-tailed body turned to the light and shadow of three bodies in one, her eyes were full of surprise.

"The ultimate in the world is only one step away from the Tao, and it has been silent for countless years. This is another feeling, and you want to hit the position of saint?"

court death!

Thoughts in everyone's minds turned, and no one made a sound.

But I saw a figure flying like a startled bird, soaring into the sky from the stone hut, turning into a stream of light, and heading towards the east.

"Could it be...to find my useless disciple?"

On the other side of Mount Sumeru, the three Qings stand side by side.

Yuanshi Tianzun remained silent, but his heart was turning with small thoughts.

This kid is quite capable of provoking Shi Lu into the world.

"Brother, how do you feel about all this happening?"

Daode Tianzun turned to Yuanshi, and all the calculations were fruitless, but all signs pointed to Lingzuosi.

In addition to the fall of the little star master, he still can't let go of it to this day.

"Old Tiansi made such a great sacrifice, who would believe him if he said he had no plans?"

Yuanshi Tianzun dismissed the blame lightly, "The cause of all this is not the battle that sealed the sky that day?"

Cough!

Mentioning this matter, Daode Tianzun was also silent.

The wind and rain of the past, after all, cannot be completely stopped, the world is turbulent, and there is always a wave of ups and downs, and a wave of another wave.

It's really helpless!
(End of this chapter)