I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 98 Opening of the Myth of the Seventh Peak: The Ancient Buddha of the Pure Land

Soon, their consciousness was pulled into the Netherworld Sect, the Tenth Peak.

clang!
Dangdang Dangdang!
An ancient temple on the top of the mountain seemed to be shrouded in golden radiance. A skinny old green-skinned mountain spirit walked out slowly and started to ring the bell. The deep and distant bell sounded from the mountainside. Everything was extremely quiet and peaceful.

A new day begins.

On the mountainside, a famous mountain spirit began to walk out of the wooden house of the mountain spirit tribe, sat cross-legged, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures and slogans every day.

"Opening the scriptures, the supreme, profound and subtle method"

"Hundreds of thousands of kalpas are difficult to encounter, but what I have learned and heard today can be accepted and upheld. I am willing to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata."

The Buddha's voice fills the sky and shakes the mountains, just like the sound of thunder on the avenue.

The fellow clansmen on the mountain began to recite the early morning Buddhist scriptures "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra", and the pale yellow air of the earth gradually rose from the whole body, reflecting the morning glow in the sky, and they looked like the solemn appearance of the Buddhas in the Buddhist temple.

After several months of expansion, and with the help of a group of free mountain spirit labor, many construction tribes were built, separated from the primitive people, and a sect was established to live in.

It's just that they didn't know that they were in the Demon Sect, they just thought it was a small cave.

wow~~
With daily practice, their cultivation base is growing at an extremely steady speed.

The mountain spirit's practice method is a way of group practice. They belong to the earth system, yang system, thick and steady. The more people practice together at the same time, the greater the energy of the earth veins they absorb.

"This is the ancient Buddhist temple!"

"Swallowing the morning glow and eating the earth's energy, this is the appearance of the ancient mountain spirit in the legends of ancient books."

"I seem to have seen the glorious days before the ancient times, the era picture scroll of our clan's heyday." A clever and thin mountain spirit flashed his longing.

They were as dumbfounded as the soil turtles in the countryside entering the village.

The morning glow, earth atmosphere, bells, and ancient temples all converge into a wonderful contemporary picture scroll, tracing the footprints of a long history.At this time, seeing my clansmen praying, reciting the Buddha's meaning, tranquility and antiquity, majesty and grandeur, all nine of them felt a wonderful feeling.

Witness the myths of history.

The perishing ancient history has been lifted from the veil of a corner of history.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the nine of them saw several exquisite and gorgeous ancient Buddhist temples surrounded by pavilions and attics. On the high place was a small Leiyin Temple standing majestically in the center.

But in front of this "Lingtai square inch mountain" Buddhist temple, there are several solemn words written in dragons and phoenixes:
[Great Enlightenment Pure Buddha without defilement, Bodhi, the Patriarch of Wonderful Aspect of the West]

[Immortal and immortal, three or three lines, full of energy, full of gods, and myriads of kindness]

[Empty and stillness naturally changes, just like the nature of nature]

[Same life as the mountain, solemn body, great master of Mingxin who has gone through many calamities]

They just feel wrapped in a strong suffocation.

This sense of solemnity, epic sacredness, tells the Zen and great ambition of this family, longing to live the same life on the ground, they only feel that the excitement is too much when they stop, but this nervous and restless excited heart also follows Looking at this quiet and sacred Buddhist pure land, listening to the Buddha's name, I began to settle and quiet.

"We." They said hastily.

"You can call my master, the Buddha's name, Bodhi."

Xu Xinying walked in front, and said calmly: "The Buddha in those days became enlightened under the bodhi tree, and after that, Buddhism was opened up."

"In the Buddhist language, Bodhi is an ordinary person who walks through the sufferings of the world, realizes his mind, sees his nature, and attains the final light.

"For Master, he used to be a scholar of all ages walking in the world. He was also an ordinary person, but he was reborn from Nirvana. If he has a Buddha name, he should also be Bodhi."

As a teacher, Xu Xinying did not forget to brag about her master in a few sentences.

They listened to the origin of the existence of this name, a variety of Xu Xinying's descriptions, and felt dizzy, as if seeing a living dictionary from the long river of history.

At the same time, the senior claimed to be an old friend of the demon king of his lineage?
Could it be that it's not just as simple as a friend?
Both teacher and friend?

When they thought about it, it wasn't that they hadn't heard the beginning of the story.

That mountain spirit, thin and small like a monkey, is said to be mutated by nature, with great fortune and great wisdom.

It sees the same people on the mountain, muddleheaded, born, old, sick and dying, indulged and greedy like wild animals, and sees the immortals in the sky, so it wants to seek immortality to make its own race transcend.

It has great ambitions, carried a burden on its back, packed a few coconuts, traveled across the ocean, searched for mountains and rivers and historical sites, and wanted to find the answer for its own race everywhere. It is hard to do, and finally found the senior Bodhi on the Fangcun Mountain, and revealed the truth. Only after clearing doubts, did he realize the true Dharma of his own family, so as to detach himself from it?
"Then, Senior Bodhi, is that Cao Cao really!?"

They were shocked!

After all, that ancient tyrannical figure wrote in several of his poems about his life experience: Excessive sexuality causes disaster, so cut it off to rule forever?
My ancestors seem to be inspired by this!

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that this one is not Cao Cao?After all, the style does not match, could it be one of the many mentors and enlighteners I met while traveling the land?

After thinking about it carefully, they only felt that the stories before history were very mysterious, and they didn't know the specific relationship between their demon fighting ancestor and this senior.

But since the orthodoxy has been passed down, let their warriors return again, and look for a chance of life again in this era. Then, they are on their side.

"I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and you don't need to respect me too much on weekdays. If you cut me off, it is a gift to me. I am feeling the pain of the common people." She put her hands together with compassion on her face.

Squeak! !
These talented spirits hesitated for a few seconds before pushing open the majestic gate of Leiyin Temple.

What catches the eye is a large Buddha statue with a height of seven meters, a compassionate face, and a pair of thick and drooping yellow eyebrows. Next to it is a golden cymbal tempered with the energy of the earth, and a speculative race bag is hung on the waist.

"This is?"

"The prehistoric myth of my family in the Fotu Ancient Temple?!"

Xu Xinying introduced: "Little Leiyin Temple, short and soft mace, golden cymbal, race bag, three kinds of magic weapons, all of which are extremely powerful, ancient temples, you once had such glorious years, but unfortunately you were envied by heaven and Suppressed by the gods and gods in the sky, they fell into the sea of ​​misery and returned to the beasts."

Master said that this is to give them all their inheritance and background.

After all, a new race without various foundations and a complete system can't go far.

Now it is to show them the daily operation of the Little Leiyin Temple, and teach them all the inheritances of the ancient Jedi warriors and even the methods of operation.

Let them fend for themselves.

Although I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I am not in their system. It is okay to be responsible for enlightenment. The entire mountain must be operated by them. I am responsible for counting the fate of my hands.

After a while, Wu Lang came.

Seeing these nine mountain spirits cautiously sitting on the futon, they looked at this ancient Buddha and the three weapons very curiously, full of longing and anticipation.

Wu Lang laughed dumbfoundedly.

This is a small mountain monster who has just opened up his wisdom. It is normal to be curious.

"The nine of you are the nine with the best qualifications among the hundreds of thousands of mountain spirit tribes in this mountain range. After I leave, the entire tribe will depend on you."

"This cave is the residence of your clan, don't expect me to come here often."

Wu Lang was very approachable, smiled, and introduced: "The Buddha statue in Xiaoleiyin Temple is your prehistoric ancestor, the ancient Buddha in Xiaoleiyin Temple."

"The short soft mace in its hand is a weapon, which is in line with the practice method of your family."

"And this golden cymbal tempers your spirit of the earth. Combined with all kinds of sharp gold forging in the veins of the earth, it is quite terrifying."

"And this race bag has a lot of origins. It is the essence of your clan, the Little Leiyin Temple." He glanced at these mountain spirits lightly, and suddenly smiled: "Do you know, Maitreya Buddha?"

(End of this chapter)