Chapter 604: Sacred Mountain Xumi
The border rift valley hundreds of miles away is filled with oppression.
Jing Xing held the big Buddha beads around his neck with one hand, his tattered brown monk's clothes rustling, and his calm eyes looked into the distance.
“Everyone, stand still.”
Jing Xing suddenly looked back, showed a gentle smile, and said calmly.
Everyone saw that with just one move, he had already caught a leaf floating from nowhere between his fingers. The faint emerald green texture bursts with light, just in the breath, the leaves cover the sky, and the Fengtian flying boat is enveloped.
Boom!
The flying boat flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, as if it had been hit by a big wave.
The four directions formed a horizontal air wave, which exploded in the sky.
The next moment, the Fengtian flying boat had arrived on the other side.
On the ground, there are many Buddha statues looking to the east, like the Great Wall, stretching along the border, one every hundreds of miles.
These Buddha statues are connected to each other, and there is a large formation dormant under them, not only to restrict the monks from other continents, but also to block the pass of the soul under the rift valley.
"Finally, I set foot on this land of Buddhas from all nations." Ao Chang held the railing of the flying boat with both hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
It is Chen time.
On the distant land, the mountains are green and birds fly across them.
The morning fog is like ripples on the sea, constantly rippling in the sky.
The feeling of this land is a bit depressing, and also has a slightly otherworldly and ethereal feeling.
This kind of temperament that is incompatible with other continents can only be matched by Beixuanzhou.
Thousands of miles away, landscapes and buildings appeared on the land.
Ye Zang squinted his eyes and looked away.
It is a small town of mortals who rely on mountains and water to feed themselves.
The people here are very leisurely, men farm and women weave, but every family has a Buddha statue.
The Buddha is a fat Buddha with a big belly and earlobes hanging down to his shoulders.
Thousands of miles further west, the bustling city comes into view.
However, the most eye-catching thing in this city is the Guanyin statue in the central lotus pond.
Wearing a white gauze, holding a jade purification vase.
The statue is lifelike and has extremely beautiful appearance.
Pedestrians passing by would stop, show a pious look, kneel down with one hand clasped together, and murmur to themselves.
Not long after, everyone on the flying boat saw a large river, about a thousand miles wide, with billowing waves.
The entire Xisuo Island is divided into two by this river.
The mortals in the territory facing south are mostly the first Buddha in Guanyin Temple. To the north is the Arhat Buddha who believes in the Mahasabha Pure Land.
"The two religions of Xizhou have been rooted here for millions of years. After so many years, even the most determined people will become slaves of faith, let alone these mortals."
Ye Zang concentrated his mind, thinking to himself.
Along the way, Ye Zang was observing those mortals with Dharma Eyes.
Even a child who has just learned to walk has a very strong will power in the chaotic sea of consciousness, as if he was born with it.
"Brother Ye, we must be careful in our words and deeds when we are in Xizhou." Ao Chang said to him with his spiritual consciousness.
The atmosphere here is very strange, with an indescribable feeling.
Half a day later, Jing Xing put away the flying boat.
Everyone fell into the air and walked on the green mountain land.
"It's not that the young monk is unwilling to control it. The rules of our Buddhist sect are very clear. Practitioners are not allowed to fly in the air within thousands of miles of the holy mountain." Jing Xing said.
"As the Romans do, master, please!" Ao Shang waved her hand to show that she didn't care.
The group of people began to pace.
Not long after, they understood the purpose of this rule.
Because there are many mortal cities and small towns on this road leading to the Holy Mountain of Sumeru and the Pure Land of Mahasasha. Looking into the distance, Ye Zang seemed to see a huge mountain reaching into the sky, so majestic that it reached into the sky.
Even though he was thousands of miles away, Ye Zang could feel the overwhelming momentum coming towards him. That sacred mountain of Sumeru was so shocking!
"Master!"
"I have met Master Jingxing."
"My Buddha is compassionate."
"Master, walk slowly."
Along the way, I met many mortals. After seeing the leader Jing Xing, they all put their hands together and saluted.
They spoke concisely, but their eyes were full of respect, and even under that respect, there was a hint of fear.
Within a radius of thousands of miles of Mount Xumi, there are all mortal cities and villages, just like pilgrims.
You can see thousands of large-scale Dharma sites here. People burn incense here every day and worship the Sumeru with extremely pious expressions.
There is one of the largest Dharma grounds, with tens of thousands of people worshiping at the same time.
Their heads were moving, and they knelt down one after another, the fragrance hanging over their heads, and they murmured to themselves.
Jing Xing, Xuanji and others have long been accustomed to this kind of pilgrimage scene.
The three princesses of Ji Lanshan and others had different expressions.
Ye Zang’s eyes were calm and he looked around at the execution ground. There was an endless stream of worshipers, one after another.
A woman’s exclamation came from a execution ground a hundred miles away.
The exclamation was harsh, but was quickly drowned out by the bustling sound of worshipers. However, Ye Zang now had a strong sense of consciousness and sharp ears and eyes, so he caught the sound immediately.
He stopped and turned around, passing through the crowd with his Dharma Eyes to observe.
It was a small execution ground, with a half-meter-high furnace and a small bronze bell.
Hundreds of people surrounded a woman.
Several shirtless young men grabbed the woman's arms and kicked her legs, so hard that both of her calves were broken. As soon as the woman let out a piercing scream, her mouth started to swell. It was covered.
The woman's hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and big drops of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Her eyes were red and her expression was extremely frightened.
"Liu Hui, it's too late to admit your mistake now!" An old man on crutches gritted his teeth and said with hatred for iron.
The woman's head shook like a rattle, her eyes were extremely red, and she looked at the indifferent expressions around her, feeling a sense of despair in her heart.
Suddenly, she suddenly exerted force, and her head was about to hit the ground, trying to kill herself.
"No!"
A young man next to him immediately grabbed Liu Hui tightly, his eyes red, and he couldn't bear it.
This young man is Liu Hui’s husband.
Liu Hui's mouth was blocked by a white cloth, and she kept whimpering and moaning. She couldn't help but seek death. She turned around and looked at her husband with red eyes. There was a deep resentment in her expression. meaning.
Being looked at by his wife like this, the young man couldn't help trembling. He suddenly gritted his teeth and slapped the woman hard.
The crisp sound was particularly harsh on the execution ground.
"You bitch, you are possessed!" The young man shouted with his eyes widened.
"Zhang Yao, how can you be so presumptuous in the Buddhist Dharma Field?" The old man blew his beard and glared. He swung his cane and hit the man hard.
The young man immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
The crowd gathered around a couple, looking at Liu Hui with burning eyes, whose face was ashen.
"This is your last chance. Life and death will be decided by the 'Lohan Fujiao'!"
After the old man said that, a man rang the bronze bell. Everyone's eyes were blazing, and they dragged Zhang Hui to the execution futon. The group of people knelt down one after another, worshiped the Holy Mountain of Sumeru, and recited a special kind of sutra of traction.
(End of this chapter)