The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power.

Chapter 828: The Buddha revives and takes control of the Buddha’s kingdom

"bright……"

The moment Xu Xin shined brightly on the cliff, the lecturer of Xuankong Temple finally found him. This great practitioner, known as the Buddha in the world, held a tin staff and looked at the light and Xu Xin in the distance with an expression that seemed Extremely tired.

"clang!"

The tin staff of the lecturer must have made a loud noise, and the hat on his head instantly shattered into dust, spraying everywhere. The bald head of the lecturer with a fragrant scar could be faintly seen. However, the expression of the lecturer did not change at all, just the silver-white eyebrows. Not even a tremor.

There are thousands of Buddhist teachings in the Buddhist sect, and they cannot be separated from their sect. What you cultivate is to enter the Buddha through meditation and become a Buddha in the physical body. Both body and mind are indestructible. This is the realm of the first sermon, and it is also the most difficult to cultivate among the six realms of the Buddhist sect. King Kong is indestructible.

He looked far in the direction of Xu Xin, and finally slammed the tin stick on the ground. When the tip of the stick finally made contact with the ground, a clear and clear sound like a bell sounded.

The tip of the staff pierced the ground easily and silently.

There was no deafening sound, nor was there any momentum that shook the heaven and earth.

The extremely violent sound became silent.

The Buddhist sound of this Buddhist sutra sounded, and the empty environment between Xu Xin and the lecturer's seat suddenly changed strangely.

Only Xu Xin felt the vibration, which was the shaking of the earth.

The Buddha's words are the rules of his world.

The sound of chanting sutras slowly sounded. The leader of the lecturer sat cross-legged, holding a tin staff in his hand, his face solemn and solemn, and his voice sounded like the voice of the Buddha: "I heard that all the three realms are impermanent, everything has existence and non-existence, and there is the nature of the Tao..."

As the verses in the first lecture were slowly spoken, the vitality of heaven and earth gradually became like all natural things, silent and quiet to the point of being unable to be mobilized.

The first lecturer is above the five realms. He has his own Buddha realm, so he is a Buddha in the human world. The scriptures he preaches in the human world are Buddhist scriptures, and the words he speaks are Buddha's words.

Everything is empty, there is naturally no wind, dew, fog, electricity, rain, snow, and dew. In the first years of the world, there was no breath of heaven and earth, so how can we mobilize and control the breath of heaven and earth?

Everything in the world was silent, and everyone in the Huta Temple was peaceful. It seemed that everything was returning to its original state countless thousands of years ago with the sound of the Buddha. It was so peaceful that it made people feel palpitating.

The leader of the lecture hall is the supreme leader of the Xuankong Temple, and his disciples have a higher status than the leader of the Discipline Hall. The reason for this is because the Xuankong Temple is originally a place to lecture on behalf of the Buddha.

As the sounds of scriptures and Buddhas entered his ears, Xu Xin's sea of ​​consciousness began to gradually become silent, and even the breath swimming in his body began to slow down.

He is now using his Buddhist words to build the Buddhist world, trying to influence or even suppress the light released by Xu Xin and end this major accident.

It was an extremely violent vibration, so it was impossible to feel it.

The sutras in the first lecture continue to reverberate inside and outside the Hanging Temple and in the Tiankeng Hell. They are as distant as the sound of bells, as quiet as the sound of wooden fish, as subtle as the sound of burning incense, and as deeply rooted in people's hearts as the sound of Buddha's voice.

"Your Buddhist words are of no use to me!"

Xu Xin just said calmly, and then the Buddha's words and the realm of the Buddha's kingdom were really useless to him.

The ability to speak the law and build a new world of rules in the field under one's control is not too difficult for a strong person above the fifth realm. Just when Xu Xin and the lecturer were facing each other head-on, the green tree next to him that had previously produced white flowers quickly changed. Soon the tree was covered with small white flowers, which were not densely populated. The pistils spread out among the green leaves, exuding a very refreshing floral fragrance.

The wind blows between the cliffs, and the green leaves and small white flowers tremble slightly. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the green leaves become thicker and the small white flowers gradually wither. The picture looks extremely magical. Only the little white flower on the little girl's temples is still as delicate and fresh as ever.

The green leaves are getting thicker and the white flowers are fading, which does not mean desolation, but it may also mean a good harvest, because fruits will only be produced when the flowers fall. It didn’t take long for the green leaves and flower branches to be filled with green pears, and the cliffs were filled with green pears. The tree next to it turned out to be a pear tree.

Xu Xin even had the heart to reach out and pick a green pear from the branch. This kind of pear is much smaller than the common pears in the world. The green color on the surface of the pear is very light, as tender as jade, and it feels extremely sweet and juicy when you look at it.

Xu Xin had heard of this kind of green pear, which was said to have been planted by the Buddha himself and had the effect of prolonging life. The deceased Master Qishan of Lanke Temple gave his green pear to Ning Que and Sangsang, choosing to sacrifice himself.

At this moment, a very melodious bell suddenly sounded from the top of the suspended solitary peak.

The sound of this bell cannot purify the heart, it can only frighten the heart. But for Xu Xin, it didn't work.

The bells echoed in the cliffs and in countless temples, so distant.

Gradually, countless chanting sounds began to merge into the sound of the bell.

In countless temples, countless monks are reading Buddhist scriptures. The sounds of countless chanting scriptures are mixed together, humming and continuous, and it is impossible to hear which Buddhist scripture they are reading.

The sound of the sutras that echoed among the cliffs gradually became more regular. The loud and distant bell did not cover up the sound of the sutras. It was more like the wind in the bellows, helping the sound of the sutras to become louder and louder.

As the sound of bells and sutras changed, a Buddha's light appeared on the cliff. In the rapid change, the light became clearer and quieter, and the Buddha's power contained in it became more and more terrifying.

Thousands of golden scriptures gathered from all over and slowly rotated around the giant peak, illuminating the green tree temple between the peaks with varying brightness, and the Buddha's light on the cliff became brighter.

Xu Xin looked at the cliff at his feet. The mountain where the Hanging Temple is located is the highest and largest mountain in the world.

However, this mountain peak has always been hidden in the sinkhole. From the surface, it is just an inconspicuous mound.

The meaning is very consistent with the Buddhist idea of ​​being a coward.

This mountain peak, this cliff, is not a real cliff, but the man's open palm toward the sky.

The pear tree on the cliff is not a real tree, but a flower that the man is holding between his fingers.

That person is Buddha.

"Buddha's legacy..."

The peak at Xu Xin's feet is not the Buddha, but the remains of the Buddha after his nirvana, forming the highest peak in the world relatively speaking.

The mountains are the Buddha, and the cliffs are the palms of the Buddhas. The ten thousand-foot-long Buddha light filled with the pressure of annihilation does not fall from the sky, but comes from the palms of the Buddhas, and from the devout faith of countless monks and believers in the Hanging Temple and the wilderness at the bottom of the pit.

The same is true for the scriptures lingering among the peaks. They were written by the Buddha himself countless years ago and sung devoutly by his disciples and believers countless years later. The Buddha's nature has gilded the scriptures, and naturally the Buddha's Dharma is boundless.

The boundless Dharma and the golden light filling the sky can be considered to have some effect. For example, if Xu Xin is asked to deliver a letter to certain people, it will fail due to certain reasons, and this process will naturally make him get very good results!
(End of this chapter)