"Let's go! Let's follow the crowd quickly, we climbed over two more mountains and arrived at the paradise!"

A man in strong suit stood on a huge rock and shouted loudly at the people behind him, while a team of nearly a thousand people was slowly walking forward. Among them, there were only a few old cows holding the heaviest large objects, and the rest were carried by manpower.

"Mom, how much time do we have to go?" A boy of five or six years old, carrying a small bamboo basket, followed his mother step by step. His thin little face looked red due to exercise, and it also had a little cute smell.

"It's almost done! According to the news from other believers of the White-clothed Bodhisattva, we will be there for a while!" The child's mother was even thinner, carrying a younger child on her back, carrying something to carry. While comforting her child, she adjusted her breathing and followed the large army closely.

Suddenly, a sad and angry voice came from behind: "My mother!"

The mother who was about to comfort the child turned around and saw an old man with gray hair lying on the side of the road, and a man knelt at her feet and cried: "We are all here, why are you leaving first!"

The man's crying made everyone present feel very depressed. Mingzhu, who was hiding in the dark, saw this and raised his hand several times to show up to help, but in the end he chose to give up.

As for the reason, it comes from the research of Mingzhu, Huang Sheng and others. According to the information about many worlds in the game world collected by Guan Cheng and Huang Sheng. Although the history of Shushan World is very close to other similar worlds, it is affected by the number of immortals, and many places are specious.

The most typical example is that in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty, in the history of many worlds, in the late Song Dynasty, the last prime minister of the Song Dynasty committed suicide by throwing himself behind the emperor's back. During this period, many loyal ministers followed him, and 100,000 soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea to die for their country.

But in the Shushan world and after the failure of the Yashan Battle, the last emperor of the Song Dynasty left Zhongtu with the support of the military and civilians, immigrated overseas, looking for a paradise, and breeding an overseas vassal state.

This kind of thing is very common in the Shushan world. The most typical example is Fang Liang, the father of the three daughters of Ziyun Palace. He is also a typical person in the Song Dynasty. He was framed by enemies and arrested by the government and fled to the coastal region of Guangdong with his family.

At the beginning, Fang Liang became the leader of the fishermen around him with all his skills. Later, because the government repeatedly bullied him, the fishermen suffered a lot. Therefore, under Fang Liang's leadership, Yang Fan went out to sea and found a deserted island with abundant resources overseas. He cut wood into houses, boiled sea into salt, and men farmed and women weaving, each doing his own thing to build a paradise.

Based on this point, Huang Sheng and others put forward a suggestion to allow the Chinese people to gather in one place to retain the Chinese-earth atmosphere.

However, during this period, Mingzhu and others were absolutely unable to help them for no reason. On the one hand, it was to prevent the attention of other practitioners. On the other hand, Yang Jiao did not want to be reborn in the future and relied too much on the path of immortality.

As for Mingzhu's purpose, on the one hand, he hopes to temper his own Taoist heart by observing the various things in the human migration process, and on the other hand, he also wants to be in case. After all, these people trust Mingzhu and choose to leave their hometown. Even if Mingzhu cannot provide help directly, he does not want them to be taken away by passing cultivators as materials for refining weapons.

Mingzhu turned his head and looked into the distance, where there were Buddha lights rising. He could hear mysterious Sanskrit sounds coming from that direction. When he looked at the Dharma eye, he saw a strong and tall lama walking step by step towards him. Every time he took a step, he would appear dozens of meters away, supported by a blooming golden lotus.

Mingzhu lowered her body and stopped her in front of the Lama and said, "Where did this master come from?"

Although he said this, the spirit of democracy was extremely tense. The lama wearing a gold-edged black robe and holding a prayer tube was very strange. Although the Sanskrit sounds all over his body, it seemed like the singing of the Tianlong Zen, Mingzhu's ears were full of gloomy and obscureness. He was obviously not a person in the right way.

"But it came to save the fate?"

When Mingzhu heard this, she knew it was not good and asked, "I don't know where the master's destiny is?"

"Just behind the donor!" After saying that, the lama did not continue to say anything, and directly took action and turned the prayer tube in his hand.

Speaking of which, although the prayer drum in Tibet is exaggerated, it is said that the merit of turning the sutra is infinite. If one week turns, it is equivalent to reciting the Tripitaka once; two weeks are equivalent to reciting all Buddhist scriptures; three weeks can eliminate the body, mouth, mind, and sin obstacles you have done; ten weeks can eliminate the sin obstacles like Mount Sumeru King; hundreds of weeks are equivalent to Yama; thousands of weeks can achieve the Dharma body, oneself and others, and until hundreds of weeks, the merits are equivalent to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

But this prayer drum still has some mystery, especially the prayer drum in the hand of the lama in front of him, which has been blessed by the masters of all generations and condensed infinite vows. As the lama rotates, pieces of glass Buddha light flow out of the prayer drum, layer by layer, forming layers of unknown depth and endless space around it. Countless Buddhist scriptures in the Buddha light rotate slowly like flowing water, setting the surroundings like an extremely huge prayer drum.

At the same time, a Buddha light rose behind the Lama's head, with its bright light as bright as the sun, accompanied by waves of Buddha sounds, eight good gods flew out from it, surrounding the pearls.

One of the good gods, who looks like a girl, has a red flesh-colored body, with an octagonal crown on the top, one leg squatting, and the other leg is crossed at the bend of the leg of the bend of the squatting leg, sitting on a lotus, with millions of fragrances surging all over his body, unpredictable, and merged into the fragrance of the lotus, and transformed into various musical instruments, including bells, chimes, zithers, zithers, zithers, drums, flutes, yus, shengs, zhangs, etc. As soon as these instruments appear, they play numerous wonderful sounds, and combine them with the fragrance to build all things in the world.

Later, another good god flew out. This god also looks like a woman, but unlike the former girl's posture, the person who appeared later was dignified, with horns on his head, and the musical instruments all over his body were mostly magical instruments. If the former played the world-wide songs that all things in the world, then the person who played the transcendental music of the world now was the world.

The two wonderful sounds complement each other, and cooperate with the subsequent appearance of the heavenly beings, dragons, yakshas, ​​Asuras, Garula, Makharaka, and the eight good gods to continuously improve to build a deeper illusion.

Looking at the space around him gradually turning into a pure land, Mingzhu sighed, and the clouds rose above him, clear and like the light of water, three lotus flowers bloomed, and three Dharma images appeared. One of them waved the willow branches in his hand and beat the lama!

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva?" The face of the lama changed slightly, but his actions were also filled with his hands. The light wheel behind his head was divided into eight, and each layer was filled with corresponding scriptures. The words of all sizes were like countless tadpole fish texts. They meandered through the light wheel, flowing out a more pure Buddha light, appearing and intertwining, forming lotus flowers and supporting willow branches.

This light wheel is called the Eight Wheel of Merit, which is the treasure carefully sacrificed by the Lama. It has extremely wisdom, mind power, blessings, and good deeds. It is essentially similar to Li Hong's fragrant cloud treasure gua, and it has its own unique features in protecting the body.

This treasure wheel is divided into eight layers, corresponding to the eight good gods of heaven, dragon, yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garula, Kinnara, and Mahouluga. Together, they can directly reach the Pure Land, which is the ultimate treasure of the Lama's enlightenment.

However, although this treasure is good, it also has a flaw, or it is also a characteristic of the Tantric lineage.

They like to become Buddhas on earth and build a Buddha country on earth. In this way, they must use the power of sentient beings to maintain their status without losing their status. The population of Tantric Buddhism is so large that it has been divided up and there is no room for the lama in front of them to intervene.

In desperation, he could only turn away from Middle-earth, hoping to collect believers and build his own Pure Land world.

The group of people protected by Mingzhu, or the humanitarian paradise that Zhu and others were preparing to build, have become his goal.

Therefore, he immediately took action after seeing Mingzhu. Now he stopped Mingzhu's attack. The light wheel behind his head suddenly turned, and the light burst out. The infinite Buddha light around him also responded, turning into light swords and stabbing towards Mingzhu.

Mingzhu pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. The clouds rolled on the top, and slivered wisps of precious light, like a garland hanging beads protecting the whole body. Lotus under his feet bloomed, holding it untainted by dust.

"Amitabha! Good! Good! The donor has immense supernatural powers. Why bother to make things difficult for some ordinary people? How about retreating?" The lama looked at Mingzhu with full momentum and calculated silently in his heart, feeling that although his chances of winning were not small, the loss would inevitably be huge, so he tried to make the nation retreat.

Although Mingzhu didn't know what the other party was thinking, she knew that the other party was coming for the people behind. After a cold refusal, she raised her hand to condense and emitted a divine light, turning into a light curtain, covering it towards the lama.

Seeing this, the lama sighed, folded his hands together, and the light behind his head was blazing. The Buddha's light penetrated into the sky and the earth, and a phantom of an ancient Buddha appeared in it. The ancient Buddha's twenty-four poems, eighteen arms, holding a garland, umbrella cover, flower pot and fish intestines, blessing pestle, treasure file, golden bell, golden bow, silver halberd, banner and other magical instruments. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, radiating everywhere, invading the void, and cooperating with the eight good gods, it makes it filled with Zen fragrance, which makes people unable to help themselves and have the thought of refuge.

"Dharma image? Who doesn't have it?" Mingzhu looked at the other party's Bodhi Dharma image, vaguely felt the origin of the vows, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, revealing the thirty-three Dharma images of Guanyin that had been absorbed and fused by him.

The clear light spread everywhere and spread to the surrounding land, trying to transform the Pure Land of Buddha, derived from the prayer drum and the eight good gods, into the land of the path of immortality.

For a moment, the two Buddha lights and brilliance intertwined, and the Sanskrit and Taoist sounds were opposite.

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The two wonderful sounds complement each other, and cooperate with the subsequent appearance of the heavenly beings, dragons, yakshas, ​​Asuras, Garula, Makharaka, and the eight good gods to continuously improve to build a deeper illusion.

Looking at the space around him gradually turning into a pure land, Mingzhu sighed, and the clouds rose above him, clear and like the light of water, three lotus flowers bloomed, and three Dharma images appeared. One of them waved the willow branches in his hand and beat the lama!

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva?" The face of the lama changed slightly, but his actions were also filled with his hands. The light wheel behind his head was divided into eight, and each layer was filled with corresponding scriptures. The words of all sizes were like countless tadpole fish texts. They meandered through the light wheel, flowing out a more pure Buddha light, appearing and intertwining, forming lotus flowers and supporting willow branches.

This light wheel is called the Eight Wheel of Merit, which is the treasure carefully sacrificed by the Lama. It has extremely wisdom, mind power, blessings, and good deeds. It is essentially similar to Li Hong's fragrant cloud treasure gua, and it has its own unique features in protecting the body.

This treasure wheel is divided into eight layers, corresponding to the eight good gods of heaven, dragon, yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garula, Kinnara, and Mahouluga. Together, they can directly reach the Pure Land, which is the ultimate treasure of the Lama's enlightenment.

However, although this treasure is good, it also has a flaw, or it is also a characteristic of the Tantric lineage.

They like to become Buddhas on earth and build a Buddha country on earth. In this way, they must use the power of sentient beings to maintain their status without losing their status. The population of Tantric Buddhism is so large that it has been divided up and there is no room for the lama in front of them to intervene.

In desperation, he could only turn away from Middle-earth, hoping to collect believers and build his own Pure Land world.

The group of people protected by Mingzhu, or the humanitarian paradise that Zhu and others were preparing to build, have become his goal.

Therefore, he immediately took action after seeing Mingzhu. Now he stopped Mingzhu's attack. The light wheel behind his head suddenly turned, and the light burst out. The infinite Buddha light around him also responded, turning into light swords and stabbing towards Mingzhu.

Mingzhu pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. The clouds rolled on the top, and slivered wisps of precious light, like a garland hanging beads protecting the whole body. Lotus under his feet bloomed, holding it untainted by dust.

"Amitabha! Good! Good! The donor has immense supernatural powers. Why bother to make things difficult for some ordinary people? How about retreating?" The lama looked at Mingzhu with full momentum and calculated silently in his heart, feeling that although his chances of winning were not small, the loss would inevitably be huge, so he tried to make the nation retreat.

Although Mingzhu didn't know what the other party was thinking, she knew that the other party was coming for the people behind. After a cold refusal, she raised her hand to condense and emitted a divine light, turning into a light curtain, covering it towards the lama.

Seeing this, the lama sighed, folded his hands together, and the light behind his head was blazing. The Buddha's light penetrated into the sky and the earth, and a phantom of an ancient Buddha appeared in it. The ancient Buddha's twenty-four poems, eighteen arms, holding a garland, umbrella cover, flower pot and fish intestines, blessing pestle, treasure file, golden bell, golden bow, silver halberd, banner and other magical instruments. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, radiating everywhere, invading the void, and cooperating with the eight good gods, it makes it filled with Zen fragrance, which makes people unable to help themselves and have the thought of refuge.

"Dharma image? Who doesn't have it?" Mingzhu looked at the other party's Bodhi Dharma image, vaguely felt the origin of the vows, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, revealing the thirty-three Dharma images of Guanyin that had been absorbed and fused by him.

The clear light spread everywhere and spread to the surrounding land, trying to transform the Pure Land of Buddha, derived from the prayer drum and the eight good gods, into the land of the path of immortality.

For a moment, the two Buddha lights and brilliance intertwined, and the Sanskrit and Taoist sounds were opposite.
Chapter completed!