Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 130 Eight Treasures Merit Pool

When Tianzun was angry, even the majestic and vast Mount Sumeru trembled, almost bursting into pieces.

In the void, there is like thunder from the gods, and the sound of the sky is endless.

The sacred Bodhi tree about three feet high is swaying, and the green glow is shining, shining with quiet wisdom.

The long-browed old monk Mo Luo looked terrified, and the treasured pestle in his hand fell, and he knelt down on the ground with a long body, and said reverently:
"The younger generation is dedicated to promoting Buddhism and transforming sentient beings, not for selfish desires."

"I only wish in this life that all living beings in the world of mortals can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and enter my world of bliss. I also hope that the gods will learn from me!"

In front of Mount Sumeru, golden flowers and silver splendor flowed across the land, and the old monk with long eyebrows kowtowed to it, making a "bang bang" sound.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Zhou Luo shook his head and shouted angrily:
"There are three thousand ways, but Buddhism is not the only one. Could it be that in your heart only Buddhist principles are true, and the rest are false?"

Zhou Luo's words were really deafening, like the sound of the Dao Lun roaring in his heart.

The long-browed old monk who had attained enlightenment as a weasel froze for a moment.

It was born bathed in the light of Buddha since childhood, and what it sees is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, what it hears is the voice of Sumeru Buddha, and what it realizes is the Bodhi Way.

It realizes that there is great freedom and freedom in Buddhism, so it devotes itself to transforming monks into Buddhism.

It is just to spread Buddhism to a greater extent, and I hope that one day, the world of mortals will be a pure land, and all living beings will be at ease, without any selfishness.

Otherwise, it will not be able to hold the innate Buddha treasure, the treasure of merit and virtue.

Seeing this, Zhou Luo's expression softened slightly:
"Your original heart is clear, and this deity can see it clearly. Otherwise, just because you dare to touch my disciple, you would have died in body and soul long ago!"

The old monk Mo Luo hurriedly kowtowed to express his gratitude to the great virtue of Tianzun.

Zhou Luo Baoxiang is solemn, even this innate Buddhist pure land can't cover up its supreme Dao fruit.

"Although your heart is clear, your actions have indeed gone astray."

"How can the treacherous and evil people and the chivalrous and kind people be discussed together?"

"The former, if you surrender with the power of the Buddha, take it back to the pure land, and restrain and educate, it will be a merit and virtue."

"The latter, even if you don't enter Buddhism, will not harm the common people, but you want to forcibly transform it. From this point of view, it seems that you have fallen into a demon and lost your true nature."

Zhou Luo's words made the old monk suddenly enlightened. At the same time, he also heard that Zhou Luo might not want his life, so he kowtowed repeatedly:

"The younger generation has lived in ignorance for thousands of years, and only now can we see the truth clearly. Mo Luo must remember the teachings of Tianzun and make amends!"

Seeing this, Zhou Luo nodded in satisfaction.

He himself is not interested in Buddhism, he only comprehends it by analogy, and does not take it as his main way of practice, and his three disciples obviously do not follow this way.

Therefore, if you can support a Buddhist sage, it becomes the best choice.

The Amitabha Buddha of later generations is really too far away, and the weasel in front of him is innately bathed in Buddha nature, and has also cultivated to the quasi-emperor realm, which is really the best choice.

"Get up now."

"Yes." The long-browed old monk stood up slowly.

Immediately looking at Fuxi and Nuwa, they saluted apologetically:
"The little old man fell into a demon before, and he offended me so much, I ask the two little friends to forgive me."

The two returned a salute, Fuxi said calmly:
"Since the master has already spoken, I hope Master Mo Luo will take care of himself. However, besides the two of us, is there anyone else who has been 'enlightened' by you?"

Hearing this, Moro smiled slightly:
"You two little friends, please rest assured that there are many treacherous and evil people among the people who have been transformed before the little old man, and there are also many chivalrous and kind people."

"I will remove the Buddha nature for it. From now on, I will leave it or keep it at my own discretion."

Fuxi and Nuwa nodded: "Master is thoughtful."

After dealing with the matter here, the old monk Mo Luo looked at Zhou Luo and said respectfully:

"There is no repayment for the grace of Tianzun's re-creation. Please allow the younger generation to be a guide and lead Tianzun to see the beautiful scenery of Sumeru, and repay it a little."

Zhou Luo smiled slightly: "That's very good."

Compared with the Immortal Mountain, since Mount Sumeru was never occupied by the Guzun, there was no extreme formation, only surrounded by the sea of ​​innate bitterness.

It's completely a fairy land outside the world.

This mountain is vast and majestic, every plant, every tree, every mountain and every rock has innate Buddha-nature, implicitly containing Buddhist principles.

Jinhua Yinhui flows in the mountains, and the Buddha's light transpires, turning into colorful mist, surrounding the sacred mountain.

Zhou Luo's divine sense is so majestic, it enveloped the entire Mount Sumeru in an instant, but somewhere on the top of the mountain was hazy, as if there was a mysterious chaos, and it seemed to be the core of Sumeru.

And at this moment, the place where the old monk Mo Luo led him to is also extraordinary, with celestial light and dark accumulation, and gods and treasures.

"This is the place." The old monk Mo Luo turned around with a respectful expression:
"There are magical materials in the ancient cave that are comparable to fairy gold, but it's a pity that I don't practice enough, so I dare not act rashly."

Fuxi and Nuwa stepped forward curiously after hearing the words, wanting to see what it was.

I saw a piece of black ore in the ancient cave, which looked like ordinary coal, but with the influx of heaven and earth energy, especially when it was stained with Buddha's light.

The originally vulgar and ugly "black charcoal" suddenly turned into purple fairy gold, with mysterious Taoism circulating.

"Zijin Shentie." Zhou Luo said lightly.

"Master, is this also a kind of fairy gold?"

Fuxi and Nuwa both aspired to the Dao and wanted to forge their own magical soldiers, so they both looked at this thing with piercing eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Luo explained with a smile:
"It's not one of the Nine Immortal Golds. To be precise, it's a rare divine iron."

"However, although the piece in front of you is huge, it has already been imbued with Buddha nature, so it is not suitable for you to cast Dao soldiers."

Hearing this, the expressions of the two couldn't help but darken.

Zhou Luo shook his head. He understood how the descendant Amitabha Buddha's Subduing Demon Pestle was obtained. Presumably, he must have obtained the Purple Gold Divine Iron from here.

Mo Luo on the side also spoke, and introduced happily:
"Although this divine iron has not been refined, it has already been imbued with the meaning of Buddhism. Even if it is not used to forge divine weapons, sitting cross-legged here can make people understand Buddhism better."

However, seeing that everyone is not interested in Zijin Shentie, Mo Luo will not stay here for a long time.

Immediately led the crowd to the top of Mount Sumeru.

Along the way, the mist was hazy, and it would be difficult for an ordinary emperor to find a way to enter.

As they gradually approached the top of the mountain, even Fuxi and Nuwa, who had the lowest cultivation base, could clearly feel the extraordinaryness of this place.

The aura here is dense, with billions of rays of sunlight, and the source energy of heaven and earth is so rich that it turns into substance, dripping down like rain from the sky.

Finally, when they came close, what appeared in the eyes of the three was a fairy pond.

Around it, there seemed to be fairy spirits falling from the heavens, turning into waterfalls, with overwhelming power.

In the fairy pond, there is a steaming glow, a bright fairy light, and nine huge golden lotuses in full bloom, which are fragrant and full of vitality like a vast ocean.

From Zhou Luo's point of view, it wasn't a real body, but the golden lotus Taoist body formed by the transformation of immortal liquid.

The old monk Mo Luo threw out the meritorious pestle, which turned into a golden light and sank into the immortal pond.

Immediately, the celestial light shone brightly here, and the Buddhist voices chanted endlessly.

Sure enough, the meritorious pestle was conceived from the fairy pond.

Moreover, according to Zhou Luo's induction, Baochu has not yet conceived fully.

After the old monk put it in the fairy pool, it was still absorbing the fairy essence and wanted to transform.

"Reporting to Tianzun, this place is the core of Mount Sumeru, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool."

　Sorry, the code word status is not good today, it is a little late.

　　The author will adjust in time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)