"The Sutra Pavilion contains 343 volumes of the Superior Vehicle, 720 volumes of the Middle Vehicle, and countless volumes of the Lower Vehicle. In the Middle Ages, the Leiyin Temple collapsed and when the Northern and Southern Zen sects were separated, our Kongang Temple alone obtained 70% of it.

Classics are the best in creation!"

On the mountain trails, there are thousands of orchids and jade leaves, thousands of viburnums, towering ancient trees, and wild vines all over the road. It is like a wind-dust-cold valley, thousands of cliffs with strange weather, and bits and pieces of perfect Zen light splashing in the grass and trees, walking on the trail

On the stone steps, the body and mind are infected by the breath, and the air is clear and clear.

A monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with ears hanging down from his shoulders, was talking eloquently. Bai Shu followed the big-eared monk as he climbed the steps up the mountain, nodding slightly in agreement from time to time.

Today, four days have passed since the turmoil at Aquarius Peak. At the same time, it was also the first time that Bai Shu visited the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Vajra Temple.

Recalling the scenes of the four days, even Baizhu can't help but feel trembling in his heart.

One palm——

Guanghui shoots it with one palm, and it is immeasurable light!

Eight Bodhisattvas, Four Diamonds, Five Hundred Arrows, Three Thousand Enlightenments, Eleven Dayaos, Eighteen Jialan... Countless bright and dazzling, terrifying breaths are like the waves flooding the sky, and like rolling stars, they want to shine in the nine heavens and ten earths.

!

The giant golden palm covers thousands and thousands and is so huge that it shatters the sky. With one palm strike, it truly summons an illusory Buddhist kingdom to suppress the enemy and make him unable to stand up forever!

In this way, you can have the Buddha Kingdom in your palm!

It is as if the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand has such magical powers and infinite power, but in the Vajra Holy Land, there is no one who can compare with it.

It is said that there are those who reincarnate in life and death, those who split the path of law, those who are ever-changing, those who mediate creation, those who wander in the imaginary sea, those whose body and mind are momentary, and those who swallow the sky and sea with their breath, mend the sky and bathe in the sun...

The rest are like the various ancient methods in front of Jedi Tiantong, such as Bai Shu's, Wu Xian's, Ran Zhou's... all are not lacking!

Today Baizhu came to the Sutra Pavilion to see the thousands of years of history in this ancient holy land!

"Among them are not only my Buddhist masters, but also those from other sects in the Sutra Pavilion."

While Bai Shu was thinking wildly, the big-eared monk in front of him narrowed his eyes and continued to talk to Bai Shu.

"Another sect?"

"Taiwei Mountain, Turtle City, Star Picking Sect, Changjin Xie Family, Danbei Zuo Family..."

The big-eared monk named dozens of names in succession before he stopped:

"When it comes to collections of classics, looking at Dazheng, our Vajra Temple is firmly among the top three!"

"So many?" Baizhu asked with great interest, "Did they come from exchange?"

"I grabbed some and exchanged some."

Monk Big Er was honest and said bluntly:

"There are no long-lasting aristocratic families or holy places in the world. Things like this are common in the past and present. If they are in trouble, they ask me to help them in the Vajra Temple, and they receive a small reward. This is what they should do."

Monk Big Er, named Ran Ji, was a major cultivator of the five realms of life. Bai Shu had also seen him when he was teaching the Dharma in the Daming Hall.

The two of them chatted all the way, and after a while, they reached the top of the peak, and a magnificent and magnificent tower came into view.

The auspicious glow of the glow covers thousands of layers; the colorful mist and auspicious clouds cover thousands of roads.

The tower has a total of thirteen floors, built according to the highest standards of Buddhism. On each floor, there is a statue of King Ming or Vajra, guarding it to deter those with evil intentions.

This tower is only a few hundred feet tall, but it gives people a feeling of being connected to the sky and the sea, and is as sacred as a pure land. The thousands of carvings on the tower are like goddesses, and as the sun shines over them, they stretch their limbs gracefully and wander around.

"Geography, characters, animals and birds, alchemy tripods, supernatural powers..."

Big-Ear Monk Ranji stood with his belly bulging. He and Baizhu stood under the tower together, staring at the tall, simple and majestic tower, which looked like a pillar holding the sky and the ground, and slowly spoke:

"There are eighty-seven thousand and sixty-four volumes in the Sutra Pavilion. The above are all inclusive. They are all paths of spiritual practice and the most wonderful door. I think that when I entered the Sutra Pavilion, I killed the old cannibal in the West Sea.

Turtle, the certificate I obtained.”

Ran Ji patted Baizhu on the shoulder, his tone full of emotion:

"Go! My temple's thousand-year energy is all in it!"

After saying this, Ranji turned into a white smoke rising into the sky, and instantly escaped into the Qingming, never to be seen again.

In the same place, only Baizhu, whose heart was racing and his fists clenched, was left.

He breathed slowly to calm down his excitement, then took a few steps forward and walked into the tower...

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In the Zen room, there are two people playing chess, with black and white chess pieces crisscrossing each other, like two armies facing off on a battlefield, fighting each other endlessly.

Seeing Bai Shu walking into the tower, the abbot holding the black piece withdrew his gaze. He smiled casually, waved his hand to disrupt the chessboard, and sang a verse:

"The cup fell to the ground, making a loud sound. The void was shattered, and the arrogant heart ceased immediately."

A shattering sound cuts off all doubts, and while you are celebrating your life, it is like waking up from a big dream.

"I won."

Opposite the abbot, Guang Hui, who was holding a white chess piece, knocked on the chess piece and said calmly:

"Abbott, every time you fail to win, you always pretend to be sophisticated and mess up the chessboard. It's really a shame."

"I am not that kind of person." The abbot sighed: "Guanghui, you underestimate me."

Guanghui shook her head and said nothing.

"However, Lu Yusheng had to block Xu Ping Pass, and the three armies' northern expedition was all in vain. That Zhao Fuli was really beyond my expectation!"

It’s a new game again, and the abbot, who still holds the black piece, babbles:

"According to the sacred iron laws of the upper world, those who break the shackles of human immortals will either be exiled overseas, or be killed directly like Elder Kongfa... But now Master wants to mend the sky, as long as he is still alive and breaks the shackles,

They have all gone beyond the realm of heaven.

You said that the man from Nanhua Palace has recovered, can he break the shackles of human beings and immortals?"

"As soon as I woke up, I was arrested to patch up the sky."

Guang Hui looked dull:

"Abbott, the person who repaired the sky is not only the one who broke the shackles of human beings and immortals, but also you."

Guanghui sighed, looked squarely at the old monk opposite, and said helplessly:

"If you don't know some things, it's actually a good thing. You tried every means to find out, but what's the result?

If Master hadn't been willing to protect you, you, a Six Realm Human Immortal who knows the great secret and has not yet escaped from the shackles, would have been killed by those powerful hands from outside the world!"

Repairing the sky is never easy...

Even if there is no divine obstruction from the upper realm, this situation is extremely dangerous.

The boundless evil spirits wandering outside the world, the turbulent flow of the void, the rays of universal light, the yin and yang magnetism, and... the black tide!

The black tide that forced countless saints to flee and destroyed millions of elephants!

Xuan Wenjun's disciples are infected by the black tide and cannot even be saved by the Holy Spirit!

When Lord Guanghui was repairing the sky, he was always careful and vigilant, for fear that if he were not careful, he would fall into irreversible consequences.

From the abbot's perspective, a sixth realm that has not yet broken through the shackles of human immortality, even with the care of Guang Hui and others, is extremely dangerous!

"A person lives a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall one year at a time. If you don't open your eyes to see clearly, it will be a waste of time. Guanghui, the reason why we practice is to see more clearly."

The old monk still smiled and didn't care.

"Clear?" Guanghui frowned.

"After ancient times, in those years when Tongtian was no longer built and built, I heard that the land on the mainland was gathered by tribes and communities. There was no country, writing, and etiquette. The area where those ancestors lived might not be able to leave a county today.

The scope of..."

The abbot smiled slightly and continued:

“Before we started practicing Buddhism, we walked on two feet, covering only a few dozen miles in a day, and we saw no more than villages along the way.

After that, he tamed the dragon horse and was able to travel hundreds of miles a day and see rivers, mountains and lakes.

Now that I have achieved martial arts, I often go in and out of Qingming, and I can see strange winds and clouds, and all kinds of weather!"

The old monk's eyes suddenly brightened up, like shining candles. He spoke loudly, and the sound shook the room:

"Those who stick to a few dozen miles will not see the flying orioles and grass growing, and the air will be clear and the scenery will be bright. Those who stick to a hundred miles will not see wild waves hitting the sky, flying clouds boiling the sea...

Guanghui, we practice step by step, in order to see more clearly, from villages to rivers and mountains, and from rivers and mountains to this vast universe!"

"Don't blame me, Guanghui."

The old monk narrowed his eyes, sighed, and stretched out his hand to disrupt the losing chess game:

"As a practitioner, I just want to continue to uncover the fog and see the truth. I just want to..."

His voice suddenly deepened, word by word, slowly but firmly:

“Look at the scenery higher up!”
To be continued...