"It's actually like this!" Xu Ji sighed: "Interesting!"

He also understood that he could not interfere in this matter.

Because this is a test, a trial!

Babies must eventually learn to walk on their own.

Children, after all, have to learn how to survive.

And this is the first lesson!

First test!

Definitely not cheating or helping!

This is Xu Ji's feeling and his decision!

"What a pity..." Xu Ji thought: "I guess I won't be able to see the ending!"

He will return to Blue Star soon.

We can probably only see the beginning and process, but the ending will be a matter of next year.

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Xuandu lay on his back on the clouds, slowly drinking wine and walking slowly on his way.

Hurrying slowly, we finally reached the sky above Xiniu Hezhou.

The eldest disciple of the Renjiao lazily shook the gourd in his hand.

"Hey!" Xuandu was surprised: "Did you drink all of it?"

Then he clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a blessing!"

"Let me go to the Ancient Buddha to ask for a pot of Buddhist wine brewed by Western Buddhism to have a taste!"

The lamp-burning Buddha in the past has disappeared.

The person currently sitting in the Lingjiu Temple in Lingjiu Mountain is naturally the Ancient Buddha of Ran Deng.

The so-called ancient Buddha is the Buddha who has attained nirvana, jumped out of Buddhism, and broken away from the shackles of Buddhist cause and effect.

However, it still failed to break away from the Western Avenue, could not establish a separate branch, and was still constrained by its ambitions.

Xuandu lowered his cloud head and headed towards the entrance of the Pure Land.

Along the way, I saw Xiniu Hezhou, with smoke and blood everywhere.

Countless Asuras who emerged from the sea of ​​blood are constantly attacking and besieging Buddhist temples and cities in the Xiniu Hezhou Buddhist Kingdom.

Countless Buddha lights shine in all directions, and the chanting of believers can be heard in heaven and earth.

However, there are still Buddhist temples and cities that fell to the madness of Asura.

When Xuandu saw it, he couldn't help but bow his head: "Mercy! Mercy! What an injustice!"

But there was nothing he could do.

This Buddhist tragedy in Hezhou, Xiniu, happens in almost every Huiyuan period.

The scale may be large or small, and the intensity may be high or low.

This is the natural law of the West.

The only thing I can do is not to look at the tragedy beneath me, hold my head above the clouds, and fly straight to the Pure Land.

After entering the Pure Land, there is no peace in the Pure Land.

You can see from a distance that the golden body of the Bodhisattva is disintegrating.

Apparently, the Pure Land is also under attack.

Attack from the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Xuandu did not want to be involved in the cause and effect, and quickly activated the magic formula. The black and white Tai Chi light overflowed from around him, shielding the Western cause and effect.

Then he ignored it and headed towards Lingjiu Mountain.

After a moment, a huge, dim mountain appeared in front of us.

It’s Lingjiu Mountain!

Xuandu fell to Lingjiu Mountain, and saw that this once glorious Buddhist holy land and Buddhist monastery had now declined greatly.

The pool of merit that once overflowed with Buddha nature has dried up.

All kinds of Buddhist treasures once inlaid on the outside of the merit pool were shattered to pieces.

All the Buddhist sacred objects in the pool are dead.

The road underfoot is even cracked.

The Buddhist bricks that were once inscribed with countless Sanskrit characters now seem to have been eroded by thousands of years. They have lost all color and are falling into pieces. The burned inscriptions on them are no longer legible.

Stepping forward, the once dense green pines on the mountain are now dead.

The ground was covered with withered pine needles and thick decay.

You can vaguely see countless Arhats with severed heads and arms, and Vajra statues.

Walking up to the top of the mountain, the Lingjiu Temple, which used to be unimaginably glorious and sacred beyond measure, is now covered with ruins.

In this holy land of the Buddha, countless Buddhist lamps have been burning for 300,000 years. Now they have completely lost their former sanctity. Each lamp is in tatters. The lamp oil in them has burned to ashes, and the remaining wicks are covered with dust.

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In the main hall, the golden body of the lamp-burning Buddha that used to be decorated with heavenly gold has now collapsed to the ground.

The Buddha's head seems to have been pierced from the top by a giant palm.

Everything inside the Buddha's head was evaporated.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Xuandu bowed his head.

He knew that all this was an illusion.

It is just an illusion that the ancient Buddha appeared after the death of the Buddha.

It is also a kind of deception.

However, this is a quasi-sage-level deception.

Not only can you hide the truth, but you can also deceive the world and steal your reputation!

That's what it means literally.

Hiding the sky, deceiving the world, and even stealing the reputation.

Let all living beings in this world think that the death of the lamp-burning Buddha means his death.

As Xuandu bowed his head, the decayed, old and broken Lingjiu Mountain gradually rippled in front of him like water patterns.

It is also like a wall of air, gradually falling apart.

The real Lingjiu Mountain appeared in front of him.

The ancient aura of Hongmeng came to my face.

On the lush ancient trees, ancient creatures from the prehistoric times are looking curiously at this uninvited guest.

The moss underfoot is moist and soft.

Looking up, in front of me is a simple and simple Buddhist temple located among countless towering ancient trees.

In the Buddhist temple, there is the sound of wooden fish.

Xuandu knew that this was Lingjiu Mountain.

When Hongmeng was first divided, the Holy Vulture Mountain already stood between heaven and earth!

According to legend, this ancient sacred mountain contains the burials of people who were like Taozu.

Xuandu bowed his head again: "According to the decree of the master, the poor Taoist Xuandu came here to congratulate Brother Randeng for attaining the fruit of annihilation and achieving the status of an ancient Buddha!"

The temple door slowly opened.

A novice monk walked out of it, came to Xuandu and bowed his head and said: "Master Xuandu is here, my master ordered me to come and greet you!"

Xuandu nodded: "Thank you!"

Then he followed the pace of the novice monk and headed towards the temple.

Inside the temple gate, all the furnishings are extremely simple.

There are no reliefs of Arhats or Vajras, nor shadows of Buddhas or Bodhisattvas.

Only the wooden balustrade and bamboo house stood quietly, and the white lotus and red flowers were in full bloom.

The problem was that the sound of wooden fish kept coming from deep inside the temple, which made Xuandu think that this place was a Taoist temple rather than a temple.

Xuandu knew that this was the dojo of the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng.

The so-called ancient Buddha said that everything is empty and all actions are impermanent.
To be continued...