Fantasy World Transmigration - 931. Chapter 931

“The Buddhas of Lingshan are beautiful! I want to give this black pot to me for recitation!” Wukong listened to the side and couldn’t help but sneer. When I use my brain, I can think of it. It is definitely his master who is behind the ghost. Unfortunately, how could the Jade Emperor dare to ask him to come back?

Could it be that he didn’t trouble him for a few days, so that his wings grew stiff?

Wukong scratched his head and thought for a while. He still considered to explore the depth of the water first. In case it is true as the Peacock King said, it is not the hands of his own master, but the hands and feet that are moved by magical thoughts, how much water can tell Deep too! Just relying on the invisible bottom of his master, it may not be possible to drown a Qitian emperor.

Wukong knew his ancestor very well, so he immediately decided to test it out. If the water is too deep, then the Jade Emperor would like to find whom to go. My old grandson stopped listening and didn’t sell his face.

“Also, the Zimuhe is also a good thing. This avatar first followed the Peacock King Daming, looking for an opportunity, and gave him the fall of the baby spring! I want to see it, the pregnant Demon King Peng drank the son What can the mother river give birth to!”

As soon as the vellus body thought on this side moved, the deity on the other side rose into the sky, and the quantum aura moved towards the West Tianling Mountain.

The sacred land of Lingshan Mountain is unbelievable. The Great Leiyin Temple is magnificent and majestic. It often stands on Mount Xumi, tops the mountains, surrounded by thousands of beautiful peaks, jagged rocks, numerous buddhist pagodas, and Buddhist blood scriptures on the cliffs. Wenda shines brightly.

Da Leiyin Temple’s Dharma gate is wide open, there are often bhikkhus, bhikkhus sitting down, worshiping outside the gate, guarding the Dharma Jialan, glaring at the vajra, line up left and right, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in that extremely magnificent temple, spread out Chan sings the sanskrit sound, reverberating through the world of Xumi Dharma. The Blessed One sits in the hall, surrounded by four people, offering, respectful, respecting, and admiring, sitting together, entering the samādhi of immeasurable righteousness, and immobile body and mind.

In Shida Leiyin Temple, there are bhikkhus, bhikkhuni, Upasai, Upayi, Tianlong, Yasha, Ganrapa, Asura, Garuda, Jinnaruo, Mahuluga, human beings, and other little kings, Zhuan The wheel saint kings are all the people, listed one by one, all joyfully put their palms together and hear the wonderful truth of the mantra of the blessed one.

It’s time and rain, Mandala, Maha Mandala, Manshu Sawa, Maha Manshu Sawa, and San Buddha, and the masses. The world of Pufo, six kinds of vibrations.

Its special is the immeasurable light, the immeasurable purity, the immeasurable aspects, and the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and sentient beings praise the Tathagata.

But when Wukong set foot on the Pure Land of Lingshan, he did not see the infinite light and admiration. The mandala flowers, manzhushahua, and mokemanzhushahua that shrouded the sky above the Great Leiyin Temple all the time have withered and disappeared. Wukong Stepping on the steps under the Great Leiyin Temple, red, white, and golden Manshusahua petals and mandala petals are scattered all around under one’s feet.

It still makes people think of the grand occasion of Tianyu Mandala when the Blessed One spoke.

Wukong grabbed it with his hand, and plucked a petal from the rain of flowers that was caught in the wind and danced. The faint golden petals lay on the palm of Wukong’s palm, leaving a faint golden trace on the rough monkey paw, Wukong Picking up the petals of Manshushahua, it felt a slight moistness. It twisted with its hands, and the warm golden blood wiped its fingers, revealing the original red color of the petals.

“So, is the Buddha’s blood golden?”

Wukong sighed lightly, looked up, and the golden Manshu Shahua was blown up by the wind, like rain.

From the nose and mouth came bursts of fragrant incense, but it was not the celestial scented sandalwood and the last incense that offered to the Buddhas, but the celestial incense, a pure incense, the Buddhas bleed like golden glaze, clean and unobstructed, so it can produce incense. This incense is Buddha incense. It is a wonderful incense, a dharma incense. You can’t send this incense unless you light a Buddha. There are also gold bricks and glazed glass on the ground. There are all kinds of gold treasures on the steps. They are not made of gold, but dyed by Buddha’s blood.

In the ears, the wonderful sound of the heavenly goddess of the Lingshan goddess making heavenly music still seems to be in my ears, but when I listen to it, it seems to be just the echo of the past. The huge Leiyin Temple is silent, only the wind blows and the mandala rubs. The rustle of the ground.

The sky was pale yellow, full of uncertainty.

Wukong climbed up the steps, and there seemed to be Buddha Bhikkhu shaking in the tall Da Leiyin Temple. Da Leiyin Temple was still golden and majestic, even if the dim sky was projected here, it reflected a golden splendor. , Called the Great Leiyin Temple, has never been eclipsed.

But in Wukong’s eyes, heaven and earth are like a blood-red slaying, rarely calling him serious, monkey-like, shrunken, and headed up the steps.

Three thousand steps passed in a blink of an eye, but they could climb the billion-meter-high Mount Sumeru. The mysterious and unspeakable among them, Wukong only stepped on the last step, and saw an ugly face, glaring head, holding the stick in his hand. Staring at it.

“Veduo!” Wukong exclaimed

His face was solemn and Wukong was lawless. Since he made trouble in Tianhe, few gods and Buddhas in the Three Realms could be regarded by him. This protector of the gods was one of them, among the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Lingshan. The god who was compared with Wang Lingguan, now died here.

“It turns out that the Vedic Bodhisattva is also extinguished?” Wukong said with horror: “What happened in this spiritual mountain?”

Although the Vedic Bodhisattva is still glaring at him, Wukong has already seen that he has long been cut off from his vitality, and for a long time, only Can Nian Mingming is left, reflecting the void, causing a trace of weirdness and great danger hidden in the surrounding air. It is Wei Tuo. A fierce thought left after the bodhisattva died.

However, even if the Bodhisattva Vitus is still alive, he will just laugh when he has such magical powers as Wukong, let alone a trace of remnant thoughts.

Wukong was able to see something from this trace of remnant thoughts. Through the eyes of the dead Buddha Bodhisattva, Wukong saw an indescribable black shadow, coming oncomingly. In the remnant thoughts of Veda, Veda had nothing but to come. Leaving a dying roar, he died on the spot in the blink of an eye and was killed by the man.

There is little strength to fight back.

Even now, that trace of Cannian is still roaring: “Sai Qian…”

“Since the Vedic Bodhisattva is here! Where is the Jalan Bodhisattva?” Wukong walked a few more steps forward, and he saw another Dharma-protector Bodhisattva with the same name as the Vedic Bodhisattva, the Jalan Bodhisattva.

There are not only the Jalan Bodhisattva, but also the beautiful sound, Sanskrit sound, Tiangu, sigh, sigh, sigh, magic, thunder, teacher, wonderful sigh, Sanskrit, human sound, Buddha slave, chanting, broad eyes, wonderful eyes Eighteen Dharma Guardian Blue Gods, including Thorough Listening, Thorough Seeing, and Everywhere, all died in front of the Great Leiyin Temple, blood stained with thunder.

What Wukong just saw under the steps was their shadow.

The gate of Da Leiyin Temple was closed tightly, and Wukong stood in front of the door, looking at the guardian Jialan God who was either hideous or dead, all standing to the death of exhaustion, and then looked at that peaceful face, lifelike The Jalan Bodhisattva, it is completely conceivable that after that person killed Vedic, Jalan Bodhisattva came to stop him and was killed by him.

The rest of the guardian Jialan arrived, but they could only see the person’s back. They closed the door of Leiyin Temple and tried to guard the Da Leiyin Temple. Guarding the golden color of Jialan Bodhisattva, they were killed in Da Lei by someone who came later. Entrance of Yinsi Temple.