The glazed light turns, and the Pure Land is vast. At first glance, the void seems to be filled with Brahma flowers, but they are all withered, and the golden color is dim, and you can still see the grand scenery of the past.

Although he has attained the "Golden Body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" and now he has the fruit of "Great Bodhisattva", in terms of realm, there is still an essential difference from the true Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It is not the same day that when you see this Buddha's kingdom fall, you will inevitably have ripples in your heart.

——Because the underworld was assimilated by Zhenkun’s hometown, the Luofeng Black Prison was unable to enter. He was trapped in the legendary pass for a hundred years. In the past, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was one of the four top four Bodhisattvas in Buddhism. He was known as Manjushri, Bodhisattva and Guanyin, but was only slightly inferior to Maitreya, who had the name of the future Buddha. The two sides separated the two great realms of legend and creation.

The thoughts turned, and with the respect for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the mysterious compassion showed pity that the little melancholy Buddhist golden body was mixed with, stepped on the golden lotus, and climbed up step by step, entering the silent Pure Land.

It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has disappeared since the Battle of Lingshan. Some say that he fell into the formation of ten thousand Buddhas, some say that he escaped from heaven and could not escape from the world, and he could not imagine that he would still meet his Pure Land of Buddha today... Xuanxiong thought of all kinds of rumors, walking on the desolate land where there was no chance of life, the past Buddha lands, lotus, crystal, Bharata, Bodhi tree, merit pool, either weathered or lonely.

In the center of this Pure Land, there is no common Mount Sumeru. There is only a twelve-grade golden lotus platform with petals and shimmering light, as if cast by glazed glass. On it is a solemn and merciful Bodhisattva, holding lotus and beads in both hands, and different Buddhist appearances rise around it, corresponding to the transcendence of the heavens and all realms and the six realms of reincarnation, collectively known as the Ten Kings of Ksitigarbha.

Unfortunately, this Bodhisattva has been dead for a long time, and there is a trace of death and filthy black air remaining on his body, full of a sense of depravity.

Seeing this situation, I knew a lot of mysterious grief from Meng Qi's mouth, but how could I guess the truth of the matter? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did fall in the reversal formation of the devil Buddha Ananda back then, but because he has always been on behalf of Buddhism to preside over the eighteen levels of hell and the six realms of reincarnation, he has had deep accumulation and gains in this regard. Therefore, after fighting on the other side, the golden body remains were taken away by some great figure and sent back to the Pure Land He opened in the void.

Xuande put his hands together and worshiped him with great gifts:

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the little monk who receives your inheritance will be inherited. He will not be able to do this wish and will not see the Tathagata."

The voice was low, but it rolled and echoed. When he reached the current state of Xuanmo, such a wish could no longer be considered a false emptiness. It could touch the great way and enjoy rewards. Little golden light fell, like rain, making him seem to have instantly penetrated the wishes left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in all worlds and saw the painful struggles of all beings in hell.

At the same time, two lines of blood and tears were shed from the remains of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and his hands holding lotus and beads formed a strange mark. A little black light was highlighted, with a deep intention of death, and a vigorous vitality hidden inside, bringing out a little pure white, as if there were, as if there was nothing.

The origin of life and death?

My heart moved, sitting in a cross-legged position, and circulated the life and death flow of Maha Demon Fist, sensing a mysterious point.

I don’t know how long it took, the “point” suddenly shook, and a dark and white light flew out, falling into Xuande’s palm.

This is a treasure wheel filled with a faint bloody fog. It hides white in the black and is full of life in death, as if it shows the secrets of the heavens and the secrets of life and death. At first glance, the feeling of coldness, coldness, silence, pain, death intention, vigorousness, enthusiasm and other feelings are coming in intuitively.

Xuanbei held the wheel of life and death in the heavens, and watched Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's golden body rise up with glass-purified fire, burning the intention of death and demonic energy, and disintegrating the remains.

The fire rushes into the sky, changing unchangedly, and finally leaves a transparent glass relic, hiding life and death, reflecting black and white, reflecting many phantoms, which are ancient scriptures:

"The Buddha's Sutra on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" and "The Sutra on the Original Vows and Merits of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva"...

Mysterious thoughts were full of thoughts, but I couldn't figure out what happened. Which person on the other side made a move, Amitabha Buddha or Bodhi Ancient Buddha?

He waved his hand and took a look. The relics left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva flew up and fell into his palm. As soon as he had contact, the entire Pure Land suddenly became bright and bright, with a piece of light gold.

The Buddha's land washed away the dust, and clean water poured out from the merit pool again. The Bodhi tree thrusts and leaves again, and the Brahma flowers bloomed brilliantly, and everything was rejuvenated again.

The Pure Land falls and blends with the original Buddha Kingdom of Mysterious Compassion. It is integrated in just a few breaths, making it endless and able to accommodate endless evil spirits and evil spirits.

Xuanbei returned to the center of the Pure Land, held the relics of Ksitigarbha and the wheel of life and death of the heavens, and sank into the perception.

No matter what kind of planning you have behind this matter, it is at least appropriate to your own wishes!

This is the only wish in this life!

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Living in the Yuxu Palace at an infinite height, Meng Qi put away the bright round light, but the surroundings seemed to be wrapped in darkness. Even the long river of illusory time flowing here was no exception. He was curled up by Chaos Wuji and hid some future!

This is the only way to conceal the secrets of heaven and the future that belongs to Wuji Seal.

It was because of this that the Golden Emperor hid all the possibilities related to his own rebellion, and until the last moment, he opened up many new futures!

As for other other shores, of course, they also have their own methods.

It was dark and deep, chaotic and dark, Meng Qi's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was sitting before the sky, the beginning of all beings, but Gu Xiaosang disappeared.

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The dark clouds drooped, the wind was howling, the waves were hundreds of feet high, and lightning flashed over the sky, illuminating the darkness.

Don’t say that sea boats dare not sail in this extreme weather, even the strong people in the outdoor scene are unwilling to fly. After all, you may encounter lightning strikes if you are not careful and will be punished without any disaster.

On the edge of a deserted island, several young warriors hid in the cave, watching the heavy rain fall, and they looked unshakable, but instead they were a little relieved to spend half a day of leisure.

"You said that this time when the World Emperor set up the Great Zhou again on Changmen Island, will there be a great figure on the other side of the shore come?" asked a man with sparse eyebrows.

Another man with barely Zhou Zheng's facial features shook his head and laughed: "The big man on the other side is high above, and he can destroy the entire real world by turning his hands. How could he have a small thing like establishing the Great Zhou again? Unless the world's human emperor can re-enter the Middle Earth, destroy the vacuum hometown and the Buddha's kingdom on earth, unify this world, and show the great humanity..."

He paused and said, "But no matter what, if the Human Emperor establishes the Great Zhou again and revives the human world, many immortals will surely join us. We will rush there and have a great chance to meet the fate of immortals and join a certain immortal god."

They are warriors in the East China Sea. They met each other while traveling. They have always wanted to find an opportunity to join the sect where the immortals are located and seek the way to live forever. Unfortunately, they have been to many island caves, but they are all turned away. It is difficult to have a connection with immortality. After hearing that Gao Lan of Changmen Island has established the Great Zhou again, he thought about going over and catching up with his luck.

A girl in a pink jacket looked at the man she was talking just now and said, "Brother Tan, you were born with a red light and had a strange body. It was just that the immortals were hard to enter. It was hard to get through so much hardship. You have been wasting your time. You will definitely get what you want when you go to Changmen Island."

Tan Ping was half bitter and half proud, and his eyes were casually casting his eyes out of the cave. Through the rain like a curtain, he saw the waves on the sea surface of the giant beast swallowing the sky.

Suddenly, his eyes sternly, and he saw a young Taoist in a hydrating suit and a fan-clothed crown sitting cross-legged in the rolling waves, no matter how the sea rushes, it is still motionless.

Immortal?

Meet an immortal here?

Has my immortal fate been here?

Tan Ping swallowed and spitted, not caring about greeting his companions, turned into a light and flew over in the heavy rain.

He came to the beach and saw the young Taoist still there, but his eyes were deep and he looked quietly.

"My younger brother Tan Ping, pay homage to the immortal chief." He saluted respectfully, guessing in his heart that the other party was from the immortal god on which mountain, island and cave.

Then he heard Qingyue's low voice: "I have a pillow that can reverse time and it is endless. It is worthy of your fate today, so I can lend you some use. But this matter is related to your destiny. I don't force it, you must make your own decision."

Tan Ping was stunned when he heard this, and then the unwillingness and longing of the past emerged in his heart. Without hesitation, he decided to make a decisive move:

"I'm willing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red and yellow light coming and falling into his arms. It was a pillow with a little mysterious yellow color, with many mysterious patterns and two seal characters:

"Yellow Farm!"

Tan Ping raised his head, and the waves in front of him were surging, and the young Taoist just now disappeared.

Which cave is the immortal god?

At this time, his companions rushed over and asked questions in a slight manner. After Tan Ping explained briefly, he was curious and asked him to return to the cave and try this "yellow-skin pillow".

Tan Ping was also itchy and rushed back to the cave. After trying for a long time, he ruled out many solutions, and lay down and leaned against the yellow pillow, causing himself to fall into a deep sleep.

A glimmer of light appeared in front of him, and Tan Ping suddenly woke up, and saw that the yellow pillow had not changed, but was no longer a cave around him, but an elegantly decorated room with noisy noise outside.

He heard it with a loud shout echoed:

"The Holy Emperor sacrifices to heaven, and all evil spirits retreat!"

Holy Emperor?

Holy Emperor’s Revelation?

Did I go back to the past after I had a yellow pillow?
Chapter completed!