Chapter 228 227. Golden-winged Peng
The more distant Western Region, the extremely high place.
A tree.
A giant tree growing on an endless plateau, with a dome covering the sky and red and yellow leaves falling from time to time. But when you get closer, you will find that what makes up this terrifying giant tree is not forest branches at all, but metal, some kind of strange substance with a shape between gold and sand.
People here call it the "Bliss Tree".
Rebirth in bliss.
This tree of bliss is the residence of a noble king. Under her wings, people can enjoy bliss and stay away from the troubles of the world.
It has diamond-like horns, a shining orb on the top, flaming eyes shining like the sun and moon, a steel-like and strong mouth like an iron hook, and sword-like wings dancing in the air.
"Honest people are so arrogant and angry when giving alms, they fall into the golden-winged bird, and they always feel at ease. There are wish-fulfilling pearls as necklaces, and all kinds of needs are fulfilled. Nothing is unsatisfactory, there are endless changes, and everything can be done." People describe it like this, Poems and words are all used to praise, in the hope that one day one will be chosen and become a resident of the blissful afterlife.
She protects the people and walks the world carrying the light of Buddha.
It is regarded as "Buddha's walk in the world".
The gaps in the feathers of the wings can adhere to sand and resonate with the earth. When flying, it will unintentionally roll up a large amount of sand and gravel on the ground, like a river of sand in the sky.
Hot sand rain fell from the gaps between the feathers of the golden blade, and everything he walked was covered by a dim sandstorm.
The nests made of iron trees that live in the Western Ghats are called "bliss trees".
The falling ash flakes are like melon seeds, one after another, and they stop after time. The sun is setting, turning red and yellow.
The golden-winged roc, the poem Wu Zhuo.
At this time, at the top of the Paradise Tree where the yellow sand filled the sky, a huge shadow relaxed her wings at will. She raised her head and looked towards the east with her golden head.
"Teacher?" a childish voice shouted. The child's body is extremely small for this bird, especially for this tree of bliss. But his shout made Pengniao look back and look over with glassy eyes.
"Teacher, I just felt the precious light you mentioned!" The child was very excited. He closed his eyes again, trying to recreate the scene in his mind before.
After a long time, the child opened his eyes in frustration.
What was originally a surprise seemed to be messed up by him.
"Teacher, I'm not lying to you, I really feel it..." the child whispered.
For such a huge creature, the lines on the bird's wings may be better than those of a child, so it would be difficult to convey his voice. But Pengniao did respond.
The voices were mixed and hoarse.
"You will do it."
"But I hope you can slow down and achieve perfection in every step of your practice."
The child heard the response, and his discouraged expression was quickly replaced by excitement, but when he was about to speak again, the bird had already raised its head again.
He was slightly startled and looked in the direction Pengniao was facing.
That's sunrise.
The sunlight that has passed through the wind and sand shines on the golden wings of the roc, and is cut into countless gaps. There happens to be a ray of light that shines straight on the child's face, reflecting the red dot on his forehead.
"The white elephant's kingdom will eventually collapse." Pengniao said.
"Is it the Elephant Mother?" the child asked. He remembered that the huge white elephant traveled thousands of miles to come here and worshiped under the bliss.
"She's dead."
"Elephant Mother is very powerful, how could she die?" The child wondered. Like his teacher, he faced the east and looked at the rising sun.
Something came to mind.
"Are they those monks from the past?"
The powerful monks that the spirits encountered did not belong to this world, and their existence should have been buried in the past. This is what the teacher once said. They are lost in the endless darkness and no longer have the power to see the way forward clearly.
So, the Peng bird gave them bliss and sent them to the afterlife.
In the child's impression, the Elephant Mother is very powerful. If she died, it would be at the hands of the ancient monks.
"Maybe not." Ke Pengniao shook his head.
"Do you remember my warning? On the road of spiritual practice, remember not to be greedy, angry or delusional. If you get one, you will easily bring disaster to yourself. The white elephant is sacred in his own country, but he is full of greed, so he finally got the result of death. This is inevitable.”
"Is this the future that the teacher saw?" The child's eyes widened.
"I can't see the future."
"But the future is based on the present."
The glass in the Peng bird's eyes reflects the light of the rising sun.
"The white elephant goes west and doesn't get what she wants. Then one day she will go east."
"East..."
"Teacher, is there a living Buddha like you in the East?"
"I have never been a Buddha." Pengniao replied, "This is the title given to me by the world. You should know the more accurate title used to describe our kind of existence."
"The crowned king."…………
One hundred thousand mountains.
The morning light comes with it, and the night recedes.
The fire is still burning.
Everything the world saw and gained was turned into firewood on this battlefield.
The dragon's shadow rises, carrying the sun on its back.
His body is winding like an ancient totem embedded in the sun.
Fighting all day and night, until now.
People lost the river that protected them, and the moonlit river became a streamer robe draped over the dragon.
Li Xi'an lowered his head and stared at the golden creature standing on the ground.
The pure land of the Buddha that opened the cave was annihilated, the gathered aura of awe-inspiring dissipated, and the blessed land formed by the seal is now the image of the fragmented environment.
Jade hairpin Shunde concentrated.
All the spiritual energy floating in the air is flowing in one direction.
Maybe... it's coming to an end.
The cricket walked, completely destroying the originally fragmented blessed land, and appeared in front of the dragon in its most primitive posture.
Swords, guns, swords and axes.
Behind the dragon is the rising golden sun, and behind him is the gaping abyss, criss-crossing it, like eyes peering into the world from the boundless darkness.
The power of a hundred thousand mountains gathered on his armor, drawing traces of ancient times.
"Come on! Red Dragon!" He was like a glaring King Kong, wielding swords with his four arms, and the space he was in was torn apart by his movements! The golden king rushed towards the dragon shadow in the sky, and his entire body was engulfed by the blazing light and heat!
"As you wish."
Li Xi'an closed his eyes.
The world fell into a strange tranquility.
The Jianyue River is galloping, and the gorgeous moonlight is pieced together into fragments, constantly splicing and extending, like the most magnificent crystal.
"What is that?"
People lowered their voices.
It seemed that they had seen this gesture before. But never on living creatures!
The moonlight covered the newborn sun, and a slender shadow slowly rose from the Jianyue River. The gauze hanging from the top of the head blurred the face, and the crystal branches formed an aurora-like hem. At the same time, the earth trembled, the whole world seemed to be stagnant, and every corner was filled with "her" breath!
Dharma?
The bodies of the dragon and the holy king are already huge enough, so huge that it is shocking.
But this figure rising from the moonlit river is even more majestic.
"It's not true, how can it create a Dharma?" Everyone had such doubts in their hearts. Only Yuchai Shunde, who was in the corner, discovered the clue.
The slender goddess is not the real image of the Dharma, but is reflected in the water element in the Five Elements Instrument. Maybe just the water element is not enough, there is also the shadow of the time method.
But... Yuchai Shunde looked at the goddess Dharma wearing a gauze on her head.
This gesture.
Far from what an ordinary Shinichi should look like.
What happened in Taihang Palace to cause this dragon to encounter such a thing?
The beams converge.
Ancient proverbs were recited slowly, as softly as if they were reciting poetry.
Here, people see the rising full moon on the other side of the sun.
A tree rose into the sky where the cricket had been. It was composed of moonlight, and its leafy crown showed a crescent moon. It was quiet and peaceful, as if the appearance of this tree had soothed the blood and fire in the battlefield. The golden king holding all kinds of weapons and practicing all kinds of methods was swallowed by the ancient tree. The thousands of dark holes he dragged were also obliterated, and eyeball-like objects were strung together by branches and shattered one by one.
Then, the dragon roared.
The goddess Dharma image raised her hand and held it empty.
The moonlight burst out in an instant, reflecting the full moon in the sky at this moment, but it was still quiet and peaceful here, and the beating brilliance was easily reminiscent of the polar regions. The blooming light is so silent and beautiful, like the white dance skirt of a dancer on the stage.
But a huge sense of sadness surged from the mountains, stirring up and drowning everyone.
It's a sadness that nothing can take away, that someone died.
The one who died was the Holy King of Shiwandashan.
Drowsy, today’s chapter will be completed tomorrow.
Good night~
(End of chapter)