Chapter 89 The poor Taoist Li Changsheng came here today to conquer Lingshan Mountain.

Tianzhu City.

"When the Immortal steps on Lingshan Mountain, all the gods and Buddhas in the Nine Heavens will be eliminated."

The old monk muttered something and slowly stood up. Clouds and mist surged around him, sometimes turning into soil, trees, or people.

The scene changes unpredictably, from far to near, sometimes slowly, sometimes accelerating, just like someone is constantly pulling the progress bar.

When I walked outside, there was no one there. The traffic lights were working as always, switching between red, green and yellow in an orderly manner. The difference was that the road was no longer as bustling as it used to be, and the constant flow of vehicles had disappeared.

The shops on both sides of the road were closed.

Tianzhu City is not that big, at most the size of a fourth-tier small city. Due to special historical factors, there are no tall office buildings, but mostly retro residential houses and many temples.

Monk Dushi raised his head and looked ahead. In front of him was an ancient road 10,000 meters long. Countless people come here every year to make pilgrimages step by step. At the end is the oldest temple in the world, Shiyuan.

Compared with other newly built temples, this temple is much smaller, looks very dilapidated, and has a strong historical atmosphere.

In the past, no matter how special it was, it was nothing more than a temple. However, today's environment is very different, and there are gatherings of faiths all the time. Its scale is no worse than that of the previous life. If it develops for a few more decades, it will definitely reach the point where Buddhism accumulated hundreds of millions of dollars in the previous life.

Years of incense.

If there had been such a large population in the previous life, the Bodhi Realm might really be established. But unfortunately, if not, he would crush the Bodhi Realm before it takes shape, which may take hundreds of years or a lifetime.

The Bodhi Realm is the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of Buddhism. Even the living immortals were not completely destroyed at the beginning. Maybe I was not interested in spending so much time, but we can also see its troublesome aspects.

After walking through the long ancient road and entering the temple, several equally skinny ascetics were waiting for me.

The four monks of Tianhua Temple were also the eminent monks who solved his doubts and allowed him to reunite his Buddhist heart. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Great Thunder Sound Book was based on them as a model.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid it's going to be a bad trip, so why are you wasting this rare incense?"

one of the ascetics asked.

The monk who saved the world replied: "If you want to use the power of Buddhas, dragons and elephants, there is no need to rely on the appearance of living beings. A poor monk can save all Buddhas without eating incense. This is only a part of the Bodhi realm. If you can't save this part, how can you talk about saving all the world?

Buddha?"

In the real Bodhi Realm, not even the top gods can do anything. The only person who can enter and fight out is a living immortal. In his heyday, he could only barely get in and out. But now that the world has just opened, there are great opportunities in the world, and he can

Gained a little bit.

So he wanted to imitate the immortals and walk through the Lingshan Mountain and kill the Bodhisattva.

This is very, very important to him.

The ascetic monk was silent for a few seconds and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are in trouble."

"Perhaps." Monk Dushi no longer concealed his obsession, "Those of us who were born in that era, whether we are rabbits, old Taoist priests, or the Eight Wonders of the World, all have the same obsession."

"We are chasing the same target, chasing the back of that person. We never get close until we die and touch the hem of his clothes."

The monk who crossed the world clenched his hands slightly, his eyes were shining, the calmness and humility on his face disappeared, leaving only a trace of obsession.

"Being born in that era is both lucky and unfortunate. If I couldn't be born in that era, I think I would regret it for the rest of my life."

The ascetic monk opened his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his chaotic eyes.

"That person who has never been seen before or since, was of the same era as him. Those who are eager to win are willing to die, those who are strong are desperate, those who seek the truth see the truth, and those who admire the strong are crazy... Has he also been reincarnated?"

Monk Dushi nodded slightly and said, "He said he would like to enter the secular world and stop fighting for the world."

"You should be glad that you are together." The ascetic commented like this. It sounded like he was insulting the world, like he was despising the powerful people in the world, but it was actually the case.

Monk Dushi did not refute. He sat down in front of the ancient Buddha and said, "Masters, have you ever witnessed that battle?"

The four monks all shook their heads. They were practicing hard in Tianhua Temple, and they could only know its movements, but could not see the whole picture.

This is a great pity.

"Then let's share this battle today."

Incense surges, everything is renewed, and heaven and earth are turned upside down.

Lingshan mountains rise one after another. A Taoist and a monk come to the foot of Lingshan Mountain. They see the temples like a forest and the monks like a sea.

The Taoist soared into the sky, and his aura as vast as the sky enveloped Lingshan Temple.

"The poor Taoist Li Changsheng came here today to level Lingshan."

That year he was so high-spirited and unparalleled in his skills, and his style could be said to be at its peak.

Perhaps it was at this moment that Chu Di was shocked to discover that Master Shiren did not prepare this live broadcast for faith. He did not need faith at all, he just wanted to recreate history.

Whether it's an image or one's own.

Just like what he said before: In the past, there were immortals who stepped on ten thousand Buddhas, but now there are poor monks who cross the world and cross over all the Buddhas.

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Li Changsheng and the Buddhist monk traveled to Lingshan Mountain. As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they could hear the sound of bells echoing among the mountains, and the vast Buddha's spirit filled the air.

"It's truly a holy place."

Li Changsheng couldn't help but admire that the great sect had its foundation for being passed down for thousands of years, let alone Buddhism that had been passed down for who knows how many years.

There are many spiritual veins here, criss-crossing each other, and the temples between the mountains form a certain formation, gathering Buddhist incense from all over the world. Hundreds of years of accumulation have even given the Buddha statues spiritual intelligence. Each Buddha statue has at least

It is also a golden elixir period magic weapon.

In his perception, there is one statue in the transformation stage, hundreds in the Nascent Soul stage, and thousands in the golden elixir stage.

These Buddha statues may not be as good as real monks, but after all, they have a corresponding level of power, and it is extremely difficult to deal with them in large numbers. If the two-thousand-year-old myself came here, I would probably be tied at most, or even get a little injured.

"It's a bit like my Cloud Sea Formation, but it's much deeper. Even I can't detect where this Bodhi Realm is. Little monk, tell me your master's name, so that you don't accidentally kill him later."

The monk who passed away the world replied: "The young monk's only cultivation is foundation building, and he has passed away long ago."

"Then is there anyone you care about?"

"There are no innocent souls under the Taoist priest. In this case, the young monk has nothing to say."

Li Changsheng looked at this arrogant young monk and could tell that his Buddhist heart was already a little broken, and he was probably only one step away from becoming a demon.

He sighed and said: "Children are like this, they are very easy to get into trouble, just like I was back then. Young monk, everyone is a lone traveler in the journey of spiritual practice. I can't help you, but I can give you a word.

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"There is no good or evil body, and there are good and evil actions. Knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and eliminating evil is qingwu."

There is no clear distinction between good and evil, let alone an absolute standard. Sometimes killing means saving others, and sometimes saving people means killing.

Li Chang lived for more than three thousand years and experienced many things. The long years did not make him lost, nor did they make him dusty. Instead, they made him more transparent.

He has demolished countless temples along the way, but he never thinks that Buddhism is all evil people and Buddhism is all wrong. It is not that Taoism doesn't have things that hide evil people and people, but it is not as large as Buddhism. In addition, things like Shangqing Palace

Taoist orthodoxy does not support it, so the Taoist temples built by some casual cultivators or monks who seek out sects will naturally not be as good as the temples supported by Wanfo Mountain.

Buddhism has gone astray over the past hundreds of years and has been blinded by incense. It wants to enjoy the world's offerings, but it doesn't want to take responsibility.

It is the people who are wrong, not the Buddha.

It's a pity that this young monk who is hundreds of years old has not been deeply involved in the world and has too little experience, so he obviously cannot see clearly. Even if he has a Buddha's heart, without the accumulation of years and without seeing the mortal world, he is just a decoration.

It is impossible for people to know it from birth.

Thinking back to the past, Xue Ye was like this. When I first met her, she was like a sword. To say that training was more like sharpening a sword. In this way, he was destined to go astray, unable to find his own way, and eventually became a puppet of Tianjian.

Later she found her own path.

This is why there are so many sword masters, but only Xue Ye can dominate the world, and his edge is as sharp as the founding master, Taoist Tianjian.

The monk who crossed the world froze on the spot, muttering the words just now, with a trace of clarity in his eyes.

Li Changsheng ignored him and walked into the air, standing thousands of feet high in the sky and looking at the mountains and small mountains.

"The poor Taoist Li Changsheng came here today to level Lingshan."

The sound spread thousands of miles away, suppressing the distant bell. The accompanying pressure poured down on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain, and all the monks practicing in the temple felt their hearts sinking.

"What kind of evildoer dares to act so recklessly in the Buddhist holy land?"

A gigantic Buddha rises from the ground in the void. The lotus sitting cross-legged is as huge as a mountain range. A stretched out hand can span thousands of miles. The slightly opened eyes are like the sun and the moon.

It is no wonder that Buddhism is so obsessed with incense. Even a big sect like the Shangqing Palace of Buddhism cannot guarantee that there will be a peak of divine transformation in every period.

It is already very remarkable to be able to guarantee that the power of transforming into gods will continue.

But it's just a mere transformation into a god.

With one palm shot, it is like a small world falling, and the palm that covers the sky and the sun cannot be avoided.

Li Changsheng was happy and unafraid. He raised his hand and a branch from the forest at his feet flew up and fell into his hand. The branch was twisted and forked, with a few dead leaves hanging on it.

At this time, the Buddha's palm had completely covered him, and the shadow enveloped dozens of miles in radius.

But he still calmly brushed away the branches on the branches, making them barely straight.

He raised his head slightly and looked forward, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a sword intention emerged spontaneously. The unparalleled sword intention soared into the sky and broke through the vast sea of ​​Buddha's intention.

Heaven is supremely private, and heaven and earth bow to it.

The sword rises and reaches the sky, and the sword falls and the sky falls.
To be continued...