Chapter 284 The birth of Mahayana Buddhism
“Fellow Taoists, let’s visualize together!!”
Zhen Yuanzi’s crazy words echoed through Wuzhuang Temple.
Shen Lian successfully left the clouds where the banquet was held. After arriving on the ground, he could feel that the corpse air around him was becoming more and more pungent.
There were more than a dozen Taoist boys together, each scattered in different directions.
Only Han Xiangzi followed closely.
"Junior brother."
Han Xiangzi looked around and said with an ugly face: "Wuzhuang Temple is shrouded in a large immortal formation. With our strength, it is impossible to break through it. We can only Try to avoid it. "
Once Shen Lian Yuan Shen communicates with the teleportation tree, once he has the idea of sending Han Xiangzi into the world, the aura of the banyan tree becomes extremely unstable.
He completely rejected the idea of intervening thousands of years ago.
Han Xiangzi breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Tieguai Li's message, "Uncle Master said that it is relatively safe next to the ginseng fruit tree."
The two hurried to the center of Wuzhuang Temple, where the ginseng fruit tree was already under the There are dozens of earth immortals.
The Earthly Immortal closed his eyes feverishly and practiced in seclusion facing the ginseng fruit tree.
Shen Lian swept past, and Qingfeng Mingyue was also among them. Perhaps because of their shallow cultivation, they barely retained a trace of intelligence.
"Junior brother, when Master Tieguai Li and Master Bodhi participate in the Fruit Fruit Conference, they will naturally see us off from Wuzhuang Temple."
After Han Xiangzi finished speaking, he began to suppress the corpse energy without any hesitation.
There was a light flickering on her spine, and Shen Lian recognized it at a glance. It should be the innate spiritual bone, which resisted the invasion of corpse energy into the body and soul.
Shen Lian compared his spiritual roots and immortal bones and found that the Hunyuan spiritual roots were indeed more evil.
Although the Hunyuan spiritual roots are inseparable from the Yuanshen, you can still see the vine-like structure of the spiritual roots entwined between the Yuanshen.
It can be seen that the Hunyuan Spiritual Root was completely created by Zhen Yuanzi's visualization of the ginseng fruit tree.
Shen Lian was running the Immortal Mysterious Technique, and a steady stream of corpse energy poured into his mouth and nose. His adaptability to Wuzhuang Temple was even better than that of Earth Immortal.
"Wait for now, don't rush back to this world."
As Shen Lian breathed in and out, a vacuum zone was formed within half a meter. The corpse energy of Wuzhuang Temple in the other world did not exist at all. When the time is ten or two, it is rich.
He could feel that his cultivation was improving by leaps and bounds.
The Immortal Xuan Gong swallows the corpse energy, tempering the body and soul, increasing the energy and blood, and promotes the longevity pile to refine the energy and blood into strength.
Horizontal training and pile training are inherently complementary to each other.
"It's like a blessed land. Give me half a day and I can advance to the third level of the divine movement."
The soul in Niwan Palace is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a vision of three flowers gathering at the top. It becomes brighter, and you can vaguely notice that the spiritual roots and immortal bones are transforming.
“Hahaha, I have become the Taoist Master!”
You Earth Immortal shouted in ecstasy, and then his eyes became cloudy.
The corpse was motionless, its expression still full of contentment, its soul was indifferent, and its body was becoming nutrients for the ginseng fruit tree.
Zhen Yuanzi pointed his hands to the sky, "Fellow Taoists, what is Mahayana?"
"The method that advocates that all can attain Taoism is Mahayana!!!"
Boom.
The mountains within a hundred miles radius of Wuzhuang Temple began to shake, and cracks spread. As the soil surged, a strong corpse odor filled the air.
Shen Lian noticed that the cracks were filled with white bones, including humans and animals. It was unknown how many creatures had become fertilizer for the ginseng fruit trees.
“Look, Mahayana Buddhism!!!”
Zhen Yuanzi tried to take out something, and suddenly the bright Buddha light illuminated Wuzhuang Temple.
The sun is hanging high in the sky, and there is no shadow in the entire Wuzhuang Temple. The infinite light is burning, and the ginseng fruit trees are growing faster.
“Damn it, how could Mahayana Buddhism be so exaggerated?!”
Shen Lian couldn't help but curse secretly. The color of the Buddha's light was mainly purple-red, and it penetrated into the pores and penetrated into everyone's body like a living thing.
"Purple red Buddha light, could it be..."
Shen Lian pinched a ray of Buddha light and showed his wisdom.
【Buddha's light of Vipassi Buddha】
【Condensed by Vipassana Buddha, it has the power of tens of billions of suns. Remember, do not look directly at the light of Vipassana Buddha. . 】
Vipassi Buddha is one of the seven Buddhas in Buddhism in the past, and his status in Lingshan is not low.
Shen Lian groaned, and a sizzling sound came from his body.
Compared with it, the relics of Bibotan are simply small and dwarfed. It is obvious that Mahayana Buddhism involves Vipassi Buddha.
The Immortal Xuan Gong is operating to its extreme, and the corpse energy seems to be flowing into the sea.
Buddha's light broke through the limitations of the skin, began to erode flesh and bones, and converged towards the Niwan Palace. The ordinary world could not resist it at all.
Shen Lian reluctantly relied on swallowing corpse energy to achieve a delicate balance with the Buddha's light.
"It shouldn't be the Vipassana Buddha in his heyday, otherwise even if he is protected by the ginseng fruit tree, he will be seriously injured if he persists for even half a breath."
Shen Lian can feel that Zhen Yuanzi has swept away Wuzhuang. View.
Zhen Yuanzi didn't think anyone could escape. After his eyes fell on Shen Lian for a few breaths, his attention shifted back to Mahayana Buddhism.
“The disaster that occurred in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan swept through the three realms, and it should not be limited to Wuzhuangguan.”
"Similar situations are likely to be staged in many places at the same time, leading to the complete collapse of the world of Journey to the West. What exactly is Mahayana Buddhism?"
Shen Lian did not rush to leave Wuzhuang Temple and endured the pain of the erosion of the Buddha's light. Staring at the immortals and gods entrenched in the clouds.
The roots of the teleportation tree are wrapped around the waist, and even if the consciousness is lost, the cave can be evacuated immediately.
Soon.
Shen Lian witnessed the so-called Mahayana Buddhism in the hands of Zhen Yuanzi.
That's an arm. To be precise, it is the arm of Vipassana Buddha.
The arm is extremely vivid, and even the flesh will squirm slightly. A large number of twisted scriptures pour out from the fracture, and continue to spread with Zhen Yuanzi as the center.
"Hiss..."
Shen Lian took a breath of cold air.
Because he discovered that what gushed out from the broken part of his arm turned out to be the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle. After those larvae-like scriptures spread for a hundred meters, they derived countless Dharma of the Lower Vehicle, which was horrifying.
Zhen Yuanzi held up his arm, and its structure became like a book.
“An old friend mentioned that this volume of scripture is not the real Mahayana Buddhism, but no matter how I read it and understand it, I can’t find any omissions, which shows that it is clearly true.”
But Shen Lian felt his scalp numb and a chill on his back.
I am afraid that the arm was brought by Jin Chanzi from Lingshan. If it is really the stump of Vipassi Buddha, doesn't it mean that the Buddhas in Lingshan are all volumes of Mahayana Buddhism?
In other words, the Buddha has become the host of Mahayana Buddhism.
After all, no matter how you look at it, the Scripture is like a living...worm.
The weird existence called Zhenjing will degenerate from generation to generation.
"What is the rumored most superior Dharma?"
Shen Lian was confused. When he saw the Mahayana Dharma, he became even more confused. He couldn't figure out what Jin Chanzi was. What you do.
Various evidences show that Journey to the West for Buddhist Scriptures is indeed upside down.
Jin Chanzi took Mahayana Buddhism all the way eastward, spreading disaster to the three realms, causing the disaster to completely get out of control in the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan.
Later, Jin Chanzi disappeared.
“According to what Zhen Yuanzi said, is there something else to the real Mahayana Buddhism?”
“Wait a minute.”
Shen Lian licked his lips and suddenly recalled that Sha Wujing temporarily resurrected Monk Faming from Jinshan Temple thousands of years ago through taboos.
Monk Faming once saw the cassock of Jin Chanzi.
In front of Shen Lian, what Monk Faming wrote silently was the Samantabhadra Sutra. The strange thing was that it was mixed with a superficial martial arts article [Ancestral Fist].
“The cassock of Jin Chanzi is enshrined in Guanyin Temple, and the Guanyin Sutra engraved on the front is obviously written by Guanyin Bodhisattva.”
“If Monk Faming saw Guanyin, Sutra, it is impossible to memorize the Samantabhadra Sutra, which means that the content of the Samantabhadra Sutra is most likely to be confused.”
"Is there another sutra on the back of the cassock."
"Ancestral Fist?"
"Jin Chanzi wrote Ancestral Fist on the back of the cassock!!!"
Shen Lian had a ridiculous conjecture, whether there was a possibility that Jin Chanzi's subsequent discovery of Mahayana Buddhism would be the ancestral fist.
“Is it just imagination? How can you regard an extremely ordinary playing method as a true scripture.”
Shen Lian carefully examined the Ancestral Fist. Even if he separated it word by word, there was nothing special about it. If he wanted to verify the authenticity, he could only go to Guanyin Temple.
He suppressed his distracting thoughts. Although the clues he had obtained so far were numerous, they could not be pieced together into a closed loop of cause and effect, and they were not even logical.
After all, his strength is limited, otherwise he could directly ask Zhen Yuanzi why.
Shen Lian looked up.
In a short period of time, Mahayana Buddhism has spawned countless middle and lower vehicles, and it is impossible to see clearly what is going on at the banquet.
The reactions of the immortals and gods were mediocre, as if they were accepting the baptism of Mahayana Buddhism.
It can be seen that twenty-seven years ago in Zhenguan, not only changes occurred in Lingshan, but the Heavenly Court should also be aware of the opportunities and dangers involved.
The Buddha's light became more and more intense, and the vegetation in Wuzhuang Temple withered.
Looking like he was cut off from life.
Zhen Yuanzi was deeply affected. Even with his cultivation level, he could not hold the scripture for a long time, and his voice of chanting became weak.
Shen Lian let out a long breath of hot breath, and his martial arts golden body absorbed the power.
Even if the Immortal Xuan Gong is resisting the erosion of the Buddha's light, its contribution to cultivation is visible to the naked eye, and the martial arts golden body becomes more and more solid.
Two or three days later, the Golden Body of Martial Arts was naturally promoted to the Three Realms of Immortality.
Shen Lian stood up staggeringly. There were only dozens of bones and skeletons left at the bottom of the ginseng fruit tree. Han Xiangzi had died at some point.
But he knew that Han Xiangzi’s bones would resurrect and turn into the Bone Lady.
"Haha."
"In a sense, although my Wuzhuang Temple a thousand years ago did not change the established facts, the impact is inevitable."
"No wonder Mrs. Bones saw After I arrived, I always felt that she recognized me."
"And..."
"Tieguai Li is probably not dead. He left many martial arts secrets in Baigu Cave. Eighty percent of them were created after seeing my martial arts.”
Shen Lian thought it was very subtle and drank several sips of medicinal wine to suppress the injury.
The endurance of his body and soul has reached its limit, and his instinct urges him to leave the cave as soon as possible, otherwise his body and soul will become irreversibly possessed.
But before leaving, Shen Lian wanted to have a glimpse of the banquet.
If most of the immortal gods were killed or injured, it means that the heaven of future generations has indeed fallen. If most of the immortal gods survive, then the remaining power of the heaven will still exist.
Shen Lian pointed his finger between his eyebrows, and felt severe pain in Niwan Palace.
One third of the soul was cut off.
The separated soul that left the body turned into escaping light and shot straight to the sky, melting little by little in the bright Buddha light.
(End of this chapter)