Chapter 609 Ancient Bodhi Tree
The Golden Palace is solemn and magnificent, covering a large area.
In front of the red threshold, it is spotless, with two-headed lion statues standing on each side, extremely majestic.
This is one of the three halls of the Whirlpool Pure Land, the ‘Samantabhadra Hall’
When everyone walked here, their minds were inexplicably condensed.
Ye Zang walked at the end of the team. The huge Jinluan Palace looked like a crawling giant beast against the twilight, giving people a full sense of oppression.
It was a tense feeling, as if the whole world was under the control of the Lord Buddha, which was intimidating.
Huhuhu——
Outside the Puxian Hall, strong winds blew for no apparent reason, causing the fallen leaves to scatter and the spiritual power to ripple.
"Don't do any evil, do all the good, Amitabha..." Jing Xing clasped his hands together, his red cassock rustled, and he looked with gentle eyes.
The people in Zhongzhou Dao felt a little flustered.
Ye Zang also noticed a strange and inexplicable atmosphere. In the gloomy palace, there seemed to be a beast staring at him.
"Disciple Jing Xing, please see Samantabhadra Buddha!" Jing Xing said with a sonorous voice as he saluted.
Ao Shang and others took a deep breath, looked solemn, and then saluted with Jing Xing.
Those Buddhas and Guanyin in Xizhou have lived for countless years.
But as we all know, even a real person in the ninth level of the Taoist platform only has a lifespan of five hundred thousand years.
But these Buddhas and Avalokitesvara have been famous in Xizhou since the end of ancient times. I don’t know what kind of practice they have practiced to survive for such a long time.
After a few breaths, an old and majestic voice came from Puxian Hall.
"Enter..."
Boom!
With a bang, the main hall suddenly opened to the inside, and strong wind blew into the courtyard inside the hall.
Ye Zang's face turned gloomy, and he looked at each other with Ao Shang and the others.
Then everyone followed Jing Xing and walked away.
In the courtyard of Samantabhadra Hall, there is only one towering ancient Bodhi tree planted. Its thick roots are like a real dragon entrenched, rippling with extremely rich spiritual energy. Every leaf trembles slightly, sending out a torrent of spiritual power.
Ye Zang cautiously used his Dharma Eye to observe and found that the roots under the ancient Bodhi tree were intricate and intricate, spreading into the depths of the earth like a spider web, no one knew how deep or how far.
"A natural innate spirit gathering formation." Ye Zang squinted his eyes.
This kind of innate spirit gathering array, even if it is placed in a place with poor spiritual energy like southern Xinjiang, can gather a perfect place of practice in just a few days.
It’s just other places, but it’s miserable.
"This Holy Mountain of Xumi is just a blood-sucking leech lying on the ground of Xizhou." Ye Zang thought casually in his heart.
By practicing here, even a Taoist with average talent can achieve great results.
The main hall was dark, with dim candlelight flickering.
Vaguely, everyone could see a huge golden Buddha statue standing, but no one could be seen.
The sunlight outside the house pours in through the mahogany windows, and the dust visible to the naked eye is floating. Against the backdrop of the golden Buddha statue, the entire hall appears to be solemn and ancient, giving people a strange atmosphere.
The Buddha statue is a hundred feet high, and the carving is lifelike, just like a real person, with hands clasped together and a solemn appearance.
The eyes of the Buddha statue are slightly lowered, as if looking down on all living beings, showing an expression of compassion.
Everyone came slowly and stood at the hundred-foot-tall Buddha statue, whose body looked like an insect.
"Disciple Jing Xing, pay homage to the Holy Buddha." Jing Xing clasped his hands together and knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha statue.
"Xuanji, a disciple of Guanyin Temple, pays homage to Samantabhadra." Xuanji's eyes trembled, her face was serious, and she knelt down. Ao Shang and others bowed to the Buddha statue. They were not Buddhist disciples, so they naturally did not need to kneel down.
“Everything is business as usual during the grand ceremony and parade.” An old and solemn voice came from inside the Samantabhadra statue.
"Disciple, please save me." Jing Xing lowered his eyes and responded gently.
"Now that you are here, take the young benefactors of Zhongzhou to practice under the bodhi tree for a night."
The old voice echoed in the hall.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Zang and others left the main hall without seeing the true face of the holy Buddha.
Ao Shang did not ask rashly.
Today they are just going through the motions as a courtesy. They, the juniors, are not qualified to sit down with such people and discuss the core issues of the relations between the two continents.
In the end, they are just chess pieces, not people playing the chess game.
In the courtyard, a huge ancient Bodhi tree stands, its crown covering the sky and the sun.
"It is said that I, the founder of Buddhism, attained enlightenment and meditated under the ancient Bodhi tree, transcended the cycle of life and death, and was free from the sufferings of the three worlds and six realms. Everyone, if you can practice here for one night, the benefits are not small." Xing said to Ao Shang and others with a gentle smile on his face.
"Bodhi can enlighten you, and studying the magic of divine passages here can also get twice the result with half the effort." Xuanji said, glancing at Ye Zang, and immediately avoided it.
"Master, the spirit energy here is really rich." Ji Lanshan squinted his eyes and said casually.
“Let’s not waste time, the opportunity is rare!”
The third princess smiled like a spring breeze. There were many stone futons under the ancient bodhi tree. She walked over delicately and immediately sat cross-legged on the futon, pinched out a dharma seal, absorbed the spiritual energy and began to practice.
The spiritual energy here is richer than that of the imperial palace. Perhaps it can only be compared to the ancient Bodhi tree next to the dragon veins of the Fengtian Dynasty.
Ji Lanshan smiled bitterly in his heart, walked over with a leisurely sigh, and sat down next to the third princess.
He did not close his eyes to practice, but directly took out a Ling Jian Taoist book and started studying it.
Ao Shang looked at Ye Zang and said with consciousness: "Brother Ye, did you notice that we were in the main hall just now?"
"The Buddha statue is just a condensed Dharma body. , the so-called Buddha’s true body is not here.” Ye Zang’s spiritual consciousness responded while walking towards the stone futon.
“Ever since I came to Xizhou and saw the ‘Buddha Spirit Mother’ Yuan Shen at the border, I have always felt flustered. This Xisuozhou has many secrets hidden in it.” Ao Chang thought. Delicate, he said with a frown.
"Princess Ao, I'm just here to watch the ceremony. After all, this is their territory. Don't overstep it." Ye Zang reminded.
"In this great world, all kinds of darkness and disasters will follow one after another, so we must take precautions before they happen." Ao Shang frowned and covered his hands.
The two walked side by side and sat cross-legged on the futon under the ancient Bodhi tree.
The branches and leaves rustled in the breeze, and the emerald green ancient leaves fell. The texture on them was completely natural. At a glance, the spiritual energy contained inside was even more majestic than Daze.
Ye Zang reached out and took it, as if he was holding a giant peak.
“Princess Ao, let’s discuss this matter after we get out of the Holy Mountain of Xumi.”
Ye Zang closed his palms, grabbed the Bodhi leaf to his chest, and silently recited the ancient breathing technique.
A bloody cloud hung on his forehead, Ye Zang's mind sank, and he entered a state of cultivation.
The huge and warm spiritual energy wanders in the divine veins, making Ye Zang's entire body feel comfortable.
Time flies, as if the sun sets and the sun rises in an instant.
The next day, morning dawned.
On the Holy Mountain of Sumeru, a 'bang' of bells resounded across the sky, pulling Ye Zang out of his cultivation state.
(End of this chapter)