That piece of ruins. (visible in Chapter 987)

The broken brackets and cornices, the broken bricks and beams, and the smashed mountains and ridges all mixed into a turbid sea of ​​garbage, spreading densely in the void, from left to right, from front to back, from top to bottom.

, layer by layer, layer by layer, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.

Occasionally, broken golden Buddha statues can be seen crookedly 'soaked' in the garbage. They are smiling or kind-hearted. They have lost their former compassion and power, and have lost any aura and spirituality. They are just floating in the void with the current.

With.

In this garbage area that has been classified as a restricted area by heaven and has even disappeared from the star map issued by heaven. For countless years, no one has known about it. On some broken small landmasses, some small pulpy earth veins are lingering. They can barely survive.

With a little bit of inspiration, they support a small group of people on the small continent who pretend to be deaf and mute, pretend to be ignorant, cover up their intelligence and wisdom, and disguise themselves as bloodthirsty beasts.

A few skinny white rats, but with clean hair and a hint of "immortal spirit" in their every move, slowly scurried through a pile of rocks.

They jumped freely over the floating ruins and passed through the narrow gaps.

Suddenly, a big white mouse made a "squeaking" sound. From under the altar table in a palace that had collapsed for countless years, he found a three-inch long, golden body, exuding the fragrance of sandalwood.

Treasure candle.

Several big white mice came over happily. They gathered around this small candle, took a few deep breaths, and breathed in the fragrant sandalwood scent emitted by the candle. Seeing the shriveled fleshy bodies of these big white mice, they slightly

It has become a little plumper, and the hair that was originally clean and smooth, but as dry and dull as dry grass, now has a hint of oily luster.

They picked up this precious candle and quickly passed through piles of garbage, passing through large floating ruins, and returned to their lair at full speed.

Occasionally, there is the sound of thunder from the distant horizon. The heavenly guards, wearing golden armor and wrapped with thunder and lightning, hold long swords and stand on a heavy chariot pulled by four-winged Pegasus, patrolling slowly like a thunder god patrolling the sky.

And then. These big white rats hurriedly huddled in the ruins, their aura suddenly converged, not even a trace was leaked out, like zombies that had lasted for ten thousand years without any energy to escape.

Those heavenly guards who are responsible for suppressing this boundless ruins... For countless years, they have been ordered to guard here, working in three shifts every day, patrolling the four directions step by step. But for countless years, this place has been as peaceful as the end of the Dharma era, at midnight in the secular world.

There is not even a ghost in the cemetery.

From top to bottom, no matter how brave and adept these heavenly guards were and how strict they were, too many years have passed...all their vigilance and sense of responsibility have long been worn away by the endless boring years.

Jing. One by one, they were standing on the chariot smoothly, but Shenhun'er had already flown to nowhere, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

They are too lazy to notice that these cultivation levels are probably equivalent to opening up one or two acupoints, because their physical qualifications are too weak, and their combat power cannot even match the weakest heavenly soldiers.

There are countless little creatures like this in this sea of ​​garbage. These big white mice are very good at controlling their aura and pretending to be dead. How could these high-ranking guards notice their existence?

A group of chariots flashed with thunder light and sped away with a dull loud noise.

There was the sound of intestinal rumblings coming from the chariot, and a guard leader who was leading the patrol muttered in a low voice: "It's off duty today, let's go to Wanhua Building for a drink... Let's drink more, and take the opportunity to have a fight.

Well, break the legs of that old madam and some girls."

"Here!"

A group of guards happily agreed.

"It's not that I have any objections to them, they actually serve them well... However, after so many years, they are the same old faces that come and go... they are even more familiar than my own yellow-faced woman... I really don't want to read anymore.

.Not just me, several adults above also think so."

"Break their legs, give them a sum of money from the emperor, go home and be good... and bring in a new group of girls." The leader of the guards sighed faintly: "After so many years, visiting a brothel is like visiting a brothel.

It’s like becoming your own home... This is not a thing anymore.”

A group of imperial guards smiled bitterly.

They were once the most powerful, elite, and loyal army in Heaven, and the most reliable army for Emperor Taichu... Therefore, after Emperor Taichu established Heaven, he gave them the important task of suppressing this "demon domain".

But after so many years... the iron blood and enthusiasm of the past have long been worn away. Those hot and popular palaces, halls, offices, and bureaucracies in heaven have long ignored this place... everything here is lifeless, even

Brothel, after so many years, it’s just the same old faces that come and go!

Come on, use the wine to cause trouble, break the legs of the old madam and a few girls, and force the shopkeeper behind them to replace them with new ones!

If it weren't for the use of drinking to cause trouble, the 'friendship' over so many years would have turned into 'emotion' and 'family affection'... I'm really embarrassed to break up and start it!

The guards left.

The big white mice shook their hair and carefully sprang out of the garbage pile. Carrying the small candle, they shuttled back and forth among the piles of garbage. They spent several days.

Finally, we returned to a tiny landmass less than thirty miles long and wide.

Surrounding this miniature land mass, there are densely packed peaks of various sizes, forming natural partitions. The increasingly careless guards did not realize that this small land mass contained little secrets.

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On this continent, the big white rats formed a small, although barren, but vibrant group.

They collected countless useful broken materials from garbage dumps in all directions. The entire small landmass was neatly paved with withered white jade floor tiles, and beams made of gold and silver supported several buildings.

A small, decent palace.

In those halls, several mostly intact Buddha statues sat steadily on the altar tables.

On the altar table, there are treasures such as clams, pearls, diamonds and other treasures that the big white mice dug out from various ruins... There are also some fresh fruits for worship, and there are even a few that are rare in this sea of ​​garbage.

The flowers were arranged neatly.

In front of every Buddha statue, there are even incense sticks rising and crude candles flickering.

These incense sticks and candles are all crude homemade works of white mice.

Although the materials are not very good and the workmanship is very rough, for a group of weak white mice with few resources at hand, this kind of intention is extremely grand and priceless.

When a few big white mice returned, in the square in front of several palaces, surrounding a decent-looking lotus pond with a length and width of several miles, there could be hundreds of smaller ones, which looked quite "childish".

A big white mouse, led by several elders covered with scars, was reciting Buddhist sutras with its head shaking, bowing to the Buddha statues in several halls, and doing its daily homework.

The three-inch long treasure candle was brought to several 'elders' by a few big white mice.

Several elders happily danced around this section of the precious candle for a while, then carried the precious candle with great solemnity, waddled to the largest hall in the middle, and enshrined the precious candle on the altar table.

superior.

An 'old' rat man with a goatee-like white beard, which was almost as long as his body, stood up. His eyes stared blankly at the section of the precious candle, with a thin old face that seemed sad.

I was so happy that soon my eyes were filled with tears.

"Many years, many years."

"Grandpa, when I was just a little mouse cub...this kind of candle of merit and virtue can't be described even if it is loaded in a car...it was burning all over the mountains and valleys!"

"Oh, at that time, in the Landa Holy Land, there were forty-eight thousand Buddhist niches on a large mountain. In each Buddhist niche, there were statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and kings of heaven, ranging from three to five to as many as one.

Thousands of them... In front of every Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Heavenly King statue, there is an everlasting precious candle that never goes out!"

"There are more than a million Buddhist mountains like this in the entire Landa Holy Land? Tens of millions?"

"Tsk tsk, use the power of the entire heaven and earth to worship a holy place... The entire Maitreya Heaven, as many people as the sands of the Ganges River, are all followers of my Buddha..." The old mouse wiped the corners of his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Tsk tsk,

Even my ancestors and I, at that time, when I had no cultivation at all, could still see the power of faith coming from all over the sky like a tsunami."

"At that time, a Buddha said that a certain disciple could be reused as a disciple... 'biu...', a mortal with no cultivation at all, or a person who had just opened his spiritual wisdom.

Wild beasts in the mountains can ascend to the sky and become kings of heaven, arhats, bodhisattvas, and even Buddha-level cultivation."

"Oops." The old rat sighed with emotion in a low voice: "We, the chipmunk clan, have three ancestors who have been favored by the Buddha. At the great... Dharma conference, in front of countless Buddhas,

In the presence of countless believers and with a touch of the Buddha's hand, those three ancestors immediately became Buddhas."

"Maitreya Heaven, Landa Holy Land!" The old rat shook his head and grunted through gritted teeth: "Those rebellious officials and thieves, those wolf-hearted bastards... They colluded with the demons, subverted the Holy Land, and slaughtered so many of our tribesmen.

How many Buddhist disciples and how many devout believers have been slaughtered..."

The old rat finally couldn't control his emotions. A few turbid tears fell down and fell to the ground. The tears exploded, but there was a trace of strange Taoist rhyme spreading in the tears. The tears were transformed into

The water vapor slowly bloomed, like a smallpox, condensing into flowers the size of mung beans, floating gracefully on the ground paved with white jade.

The "Chiprat" clan, this is the origin of their clan name.

They used to be the Buddhist cultivators of the Landa Holy Land, with an average of one litter of pet beasts. On weekdays, they offered incense and candles, cleaned palaces and pavilions, guarded various secret places, etc. They were all the domestic affairs of the chipmunk clan. It was really...

The phenomenon of "flowers growing on the ground" naturally appeared in their teardrops. This is really pleasing, especially to the Buddhists!

However, with the destruction of Landa Holy Land and the demise of pure Buddhist practice, the once-prominent chipmunk clan has gradually declined. Now, there is only such a nest in the sea of ​​garbage that was once Landa Holy Land.

There are more than a thousand big white rats, which can be regarded as the largest 'tribe'.

Silently.

The three-buried monk appeared behind these big white mice who were nostalgic for the past and lamented the present.

He quietly looked at these chipmunks from beginning to end. They were only less than a foot long. They were all skinny, but their bodies were delicate, their fur was clean and smooth, and their eyes were lively and lively. He nodded gently.

nod.

"You have not forgotten your old master and have worshiped my Buddha so far. You have merit and merit, and you should receive blessings!" The three-buried monk emits immeasurable Buddha light from his body, illuminating this small piece of land.

A group of chipmunks turned around in shock. They stared dumbfoundedly at the three-buried monk whose body was filled with Buddha light and whose Buddhist rhyme was rich and long. Their bodies were trembling and they couldn't recover for a long time.

Loyalty to Buddhism and closeness to the great power of Buddhism have been imprinted in their blood and bone marrow for countless years, forming an indelible soul mark in their souls.

At this moment, when I saw the monk from the third burial, I felt the powerful Buddhist charm in him. These chipmunks were trembling, subconsciously following the etiquette inherited from their bloodline, which generations of chipmunks worshiped, made offerings to, and respected the Buddha.

Pay homage to the three buried monks.

The oldest 'grandfather', who had experienced the battle that destroyed Landa Holy Land, was even more trembling as he presented the three-inch precious candle to the three-buried monk.
To be continued...