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

Chapter 568 The Birth of the True Buddha, the Long-cherished Wish Comes True

Hundreds of millions of miles of Buddha country is vast, Buddhist disciples are everywhere, temples are endless, and incense is curling up.

The entire ancient star, the entire ancient domain, all worshiped Buddha devoutly, and truly created boundless faith, which is eternal and unique.

Today, on the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a certain kind of sacred and peaceful power surging, accompanied by the golden and silver brilliance.

Here, it seems that there is an ancient Buddha transforming the Tao, and it seems that there is an immortal vitality brewing.

On the vast and boundless land, countless Buddhists, regardless of their race and cultivation level, all had a sense in the dark. Looking at the direction of Mount Sumeru in the distance, they seemed to have a clear understanding. Immediately, they put their hands together and said devoutly:

"My Buddha is merciful."

At the same time, Mount Sumeru shook violently.

Since ancient times, Mount Sumeru descended to this planet from outside the region to promote Buddhism, and it has been more than a million years since now.

Although Buddhism has not had a true Buddha of the supreme realm come to the world, it has always been prosperous, and there are endless quasi-emperors and great sages.

And Mount Sumeru, in a sense, has become the supreme holy place of Buddhism in the human world, respected by countless Buddhist forces in all heavens and myriad realms.

Those who can live in Mount Sumeru are all powerful people above the Buddhist holy realm, or guardians of Taoism.

At this moment, one after another of the ancient Buddhas manifested and appeared in the majestic and magnificent hall, all of them looked solemnly at the place where the Buddha's light was surging.

In the haze, a slightly illusory figure of the Buddha emerged, immeasurable and flawless.

This was forged by the power of Buddhist belief for millions of years, but now it seems to be transforming the way, with a radiant glow, and the chains of laws and laws melt away, disappearing from the world.

Accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chanting, echoing between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, there was finally an ancient Buddha who had reached the quasi-emperor realm and couldn't help but want to make a move.

This illusory Buddha body is the hope of Buddhism, and it is the foundation of Sumeru, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

However, before he could make a move, a majestic and majestic power descended, carrying the power of Mount Sumeru, condensed the fundamental good fortune of Buddhism, and overwhelmed everything.

It was a gong virtuous pestle, the whole body seemed to be sacrificed by the radiance of the stars falling from the sky, showing brilliant purple, with golden cloud patterns all over it, faintly filled with Buddha's light, the supreme power was overwhelming.

At the same time, the god's humming sound came from the meritorious pestle:
"The cause of the future will be the result of today; there is a time for gathering and parting, don't force it. Wait, have you realized it?"

Hearing this, many ancient Buddhas folded their hands together, and they were about to answer——

"boom!"

In the depths of Sumeru, there was a bang like the opening of the sky and the earth, and a bright and pure Buddha light tore through the void and the universe, and came to this place.

"My Buddha is merciful, I have seen the Buddha."

All the Buddhas were shocked and bowed respectfully to the visitor.

It was an old monk with long eyebrows reaching the ground, his cultivation base was extremely strong, and his seniority was astonishingly high. He was the original proponent of Sumeru Buddhism.

It ranks with the treasure of merit and virtue, and is the head of all the Buddhas of Sumeru.

"Molo, you're here."

The god's heartfelt sigh came from the meritorious pestle.

The old monk who was born from the source didn't seem to have heard the words to the treasure of merit, but just looked straight at the illusory Buddha that was disintegrating.In his slightly turbid eyes, faint tears appeared.

The long-cherished wish that has spanned nearly 200 million years will finally be fulfilled now, and even a generation of Supreme Zhundi ancient Buddha cannot help but weep with joy.

The summit of Mount Sumeru was silent, and many monks and Buddhas were silent.

Only the Buddha's light is blazing, like a fairy fire burning.

When the last ray of Buddha's light is burned out, and the fire is extinguished, there will be pieces of auspicious light falling away.

It reflects a young child who is born with "Buddha bones", bright, clean and intelligent, with excellent bones.

"Amitabha--"

The old monk Mara and the treasured pestle seemed to have seen a corner of the future, and immediately recited such a never-heard Buddha's name with one voice.

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This is a vast plateau mountain area, the sky is pure and blue, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The surface is an endless grassland with lush water and grass, which is the foundation of the herdsmen's livelihood.

Most of the people living in this region believe in Buddhism.

One day, an old monk with long eyebrows reaching to the ground came to the home of a herdsman, showed his own Dharma, and expressed his intention to take the youngest son of the couple to practice.

As ordinary people, they may not have a deep understanding of Buddhist teachings, and their beliefs are not so pious, but they have the simplest respect for old monks.

Coupled with the fact that the old monk has shown his own cultivation before, it is naturally more respectable.

The old monk didn't want to force it, and he had to listen to the child's own wishes in the end.

After getting the latter's affirmative answer, the old monk finally showed an unconcealable smile on his face, and said with great joy:
"After this day, you will be called Amitabha."

The old monk's eyes were lowered, and there was an undisguised kindness in them, looking at the child in front of him very kindly.

And in the eyes of the child called Amitabha, there is also a clear light of wisdom.

It doesn't look like a young child who is about to leave home at all, he has a sense of youth and maturity.

However, when Mo Luo rode the auspicious clouds and led Amitabha to ride the clouds and fog for the first time, the latter burst into tears in an instant, really heart-piercing.

For a long time, Moro's loud laughter echoed in the clouds and sky.

After bringing Amitabha back to Mount Sumeru, Mo Luoxuan even used many rare natural treasures in the world to build its foundation.

These are Xumi, or the accumulation of Buddhism for millions of years, and now they are thrown on the little Amitabha regardless of the cost.

Of course, as the most powerful quasi-emperor of the generation, Mo Luo will never overwhelm the seedlings and encourage them to grow. Every natural and earthly treasure has not been wasted, nor will it bury hidden dangers for his subsequent practice, making his foundation extremely solid, which can be called Zhen Gushuo this.

On the top of Mount Sumeru, a bodhi tree stands tall. Compared with common bodhi trees, it is not high, only about three feet tall.

In the past, Sumeru suffered a catastrophe, and the Bodhi Tree was naturally not immune to it, and it eventually perished.

During the long time of more than one million years, Bodhizi bathed in endless Buddha light, and many ancient Buddhas were watered with pure and flawless beliefs in the world of mortals, and their nature has long been restored.

The whole sacred tree is carved like jasper, crystal clear, and the whole body is shimmering with fairy clouds and green light.

Countless branches are pressed down, and the green leaves on them are swaying, rattling, and wisps of Daohui light are sprinkled.

Just by getting close to it, it seems as if you can hear the roar of the Great Dao Tianyin in the void, and the bursts of Zen sounds, which almost make you fall into the deepest realm of enlightenment.

A young monk sits cross-legged under the bodhi tree, wearing a white monk robe, with a solemn and extraordinary appearance.

He is not very old, definitely less than a hundred years old, but he has already become a saint, and he is already called an ancient Buddha in the outside world.

What is even more commendable is that his Buddha-nature is profound, whether it is the cultivation of the state of mind or the profundity of the Dharma, it is enough to make many Buddhist monks of higher realms feel ashamed.

"Om-"

The fluctuations in the void spread, and the figure of the old monk Mara emerged, looking at Amitabha not far away with satisfaction, sincerely pleased.

"Master."

Sensing the arrival of Mara, Amitabha slowly opened his eyes and said respectfully.

Moro nodded, and immediately looked serious:
"Even my Buddhist disciples are not exempt from the struggle for supremacy on the imperial road. In this world, the only ancient road has already been opened, and it's time for you to go on the road."

Hearing this, Amitabha's expression was calm and calm, as if he had been psychologically prepared:

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the disciple wants to cross all spirits, resolve all disasters, and let all living beings enjoy the bliss at ease."

Its sound is so loud that it shakes the entire Sumeru and resounds through the heaven and the earth.

　When I wrote Amitabha, I always felt that the writing was not good, so I wrote very slowly, and the update was a bit late, sorry.

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