Red Cloud: Establishing Mahayana Buddhism as a Holy Spirit

Chapter 22 My Red Cloud is Back
haha~
In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuan looked at Hong Yun as if he was looking at a fool.

Hong Yun kept laughing excitedly. Although the three innate materials were not very precious, they were no worse than innate spirit treasures to him.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you don't understand, you don't understand at all, hehe."

Hong Yun pointed at Zhen Yuanzi and smiled so much that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. There were a few broken petals and white lotuses. He finally knew why all the Bodhisattvas in later Buddhism had white lotus stands.

It turned out that they were all bred in this way. Although it is not a very good spirit treasure, it looks good.

The leading crutch is useless, um, let's treat it as a waste product and pack it up first.

Ten Thousand Immortals Array!When thinking of this, the corners of Hongyun's eyes burst into tears, and he saved the last touch of spiritual light. This is because Tongtian didn't know that he had the Qiankun Cauldron, otherwise he would never be so generous.

Although it is impossible to return the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation to its original state, at the very least, with the help of the last smear of innate aura and the profound meaning of the formation (answer) he memorized, he can barely restore it to a certain point.

"Haha, Zhen Yuanzi, you should learn more from now on."

Excitedly pointing at Zhen Yuanzi's disgusted expression, Hong Yun smiled sullenly.

At this time, he finally knew that the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation taught during the Conferred God Period definitely came from here, and Tongtian definitely comprehended the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation diagram and comprehended his own Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Similarly, Zhunti, who looked eastward and westward, was not fully remembered and was still incomplete. This is why Buddhism in later generations is not as good as the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation that taught the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

There are also sacred lotus platforms for Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, which will never be seen again.

"Yeah, I don't understand, let alone understand, Duke Dong just died like this."

Zhen Yuanzi sighed disheartenedly and said, Hong Yun who had just gnawed a mouthful of ginseng fruit was stunned, his eyes were a little dull.

Zhen Yuanzi, who watched this scene, shook his head and sighed, "Perhaps this is what the teacher said, all saints are ants."

"The life of an ant is as thin as paper."

Under the faint long sigh, Zhen Yuanzi revealed a faint sadness for some reason.

Under Hong Yun's dull gaze, he kept asking himself in his mind, when did he start?

It seemed that the moment he became a saint, his life had been sublimated. In his eyes, all living creatures were a lower level of life, like ants.

Moths flying into the flames, ants being crushed to death at will, will higher beings mind?
Do not!
But if they were two worlds and two grades of life forms from the beginning, they wouldn't mind at all, but they also came from ants step by step.

confused!Lost eyes!
What is a saint?The evolution of life, shouldering the mission of Taoist ancestors to educate all living beings?
I don't know how long it has passed, but when Hong Yun's eyes were clear again, there was already a bright moon in the sky outside the hall, and the sky was full of stars.

With a stick of sandalwood and a cup of tea, one person faces one mountain alone, facing the whole life with one heart.

Thousands of years of sandalwood and green smoke are lingering, and a cup of green tea is fragrant. At this moment, Hongyun has a smile on his face. Under the natural and unrestrained smile after the sense of crisis disappeared after sanctification, it seems that he has placed himself in another world.

I am Hongyun!I am a prehistoric saint!I am a saint of Mahayana Buddhism!

Turning his head to look at Zhen Yuanzi, who was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, he opened his eyes slowly with a flick of the whisk. At this moment, he saw the return of Hong Yun, who seemed to be close to him but was in another world.

"Thousands of years have passed, congratulations to Hongyun Saint for taking one step closer to cultivation."

Zhen Yuanzi flicked the dust fly, and the dust of fallen leaves outside the Wuzhuang Temple disappeared with the wind, as if this long thousand years was in front of an immortal with a snap of his fingers.

"Hehe, Zhen Yuanzi, Zhen Yuanzi, don't worry, Hongyun is still the same Hongyun as before."

Hong Yun's smile this time is a little more intimate, which is closer to the prehistoric world, more real.

At the same time, Hong Yun couldn't help but sigh with emotion, no wonder the road of cultivation is lonely, and it takes thousands of years to retreat every now and then, you can only find someone with the same path, otherwise you will only find yourself unhappy.

At the same time, this is also the first time for Hongyun to truly understand the world. When Daozu Hongjun preached in Zixiao Palace, it was as if he took them into the space of heaven, and he directly spoke out all the questions and answers, which is different.

This time it was his own perception!

"It's just a thousand years of insight, why is it that you, Hongyun, have attained the Tao all at once."

Seeing Hong Yun's deeply comprehensible appearance, Zhen Yuanzi laughed and cursed angrily, but Hong Yun gave him a blank look with a look of knowing that Yu Zhile is not a fish.

Saint First Layer Realm!

Well, it's still a sage at the first level of heaven, he is just a change in mentality, not comprehending the law or the way.

"Don't eat?"

"Well, don't eat."

Under the sky full of stars, the red cloud drove a white cloud and flew out of Wuzhuang Temple in a chic way. Zhen Yuanzi called out loudly, but he waved his hands without looking back.

Standing outside the main hall, Zhen Yuanzi smiled and shook his head, stepping on the floor paved with the essence of mountains and stones, he was stunned when he turned around with his cloud shoes.

"Red Cloud!"

Zhen Yuanzi's angry voice echoed in the night sky of Longevity Mountain, and the jade plate in the hall was bare, and even the unfinished ginseng fruit that Hong Yun gnawed just now disappeared.

Needless to say, it must be Hong Yun who took all the ginseng fruits without anyone noticing by relying on his sage supernatural powers.

Fire Cloud Cave.

After returning to his own dojo in name only, Hong Yun couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

Although it cannot be compared with the famous top Taoist temples such as Buzhou Mountain and Kunlun, it is also a first-class paradise in the prehistoric.

At least it is no worse than Longevity Mountain and Mount Sumeru.

After slowly returning to the dojo, Hong Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at the human race that has spread all over the world and has formed a monk civilization.

Monk civilization system?Or let's say the civilization of cultivating immortals.

After all, the two clans of the Liches in the prehistoric world have gone through countless metaphysical encounters, how could they still drink blood, and the human race is not a fool.

Especially in this prehistoric and civilized world with a high degree of cultivating immortals, how could the human race still live like a slut and drink blood.

Nowadays, the prehistoric land cannot be said to be full of adventures, at least it is easy for the human race to pick some common spiritual fruits to strengthen themselves and extend their lifespan for hundreds of years.

In addition, Lao Tzu, Hong Yun, and Zhen Yuanzi specially deduced various Taoism methods for the human race, and with the help of the Wu clan, if the human race paid back their hair and blood, it would be nonsense.

Tiandao is also blind and will fall in love with the human race, making the human race the protagonist of the day.

"It's developed well, but it's a pity that it was born in the Lich Age."

Looking at the current development of the human race, Hong Yun shook his head and sighed. The two Lich clans have almost gathered the general trend of the world, which is the so-called luck. Luck, the human race has no future.

Cities of the cultivating civilization have sprung up one after another. Although they are still named after tribes, they have entered the sequence of cities.

Because of the existence of the witch clan among the human race, there are only small-scale frictions, and more of them are mutual support to overcome the difficulties of various powerful monsters.

However, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Even their saints cannot avoid the seven emotions and six desires, let alone all creatures.

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