Jiayou fun things

That piece of ruins. (Chapter 987 visible)
The dilapidated bucket arches and cornices, the crumbled bricks, tiles, beams and columns, and the shattered mountains and ridges, mixed into a muddy sea of ​​garbage, spread densely in the void, from left to right, from front to back, from top to bottom , layer by layer, layer by layer, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.

Occasionally, broken golden Buddha statues can be seen crookedly 'soaking' in this rubbish, smiling or benevolent, without the compassion and power of the past, without any aura and spirituality, just drifting in the void with the current with.

In this forbidden area designated by the Heavenly Court, and even disappeared in the star map issued by the Heavenly Court. For countless years, in the garbage area that no one has known, on some broken small land masses, some small leylines are lingering.They managed to maintain a meager amount of inspiration, supporting a small group of bloodthirsty beasts on the small landmass who pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending to be confused, concealing their wit and wisdom.

A few big white mice with skinny bones but clean and clean hair, and faint traces of "fairy style bone" charm in every movement, scurry across a pile of rocks slowly.

They jumped freely from the floating ruins and passed through the narrow gaps.

All of a sudden, a big white mouse let out a joyous 'squeak' sound. He found a three-inch-long treasure with a golden body and a faint sandalwood fragrance from under the altar table of a palace that had collapsed for countless years. candle.

Several big white mice came over cheerfully. They gathered around the small candle, took a few deep breaths, and breathed in the fragrant sandalwood emitted by the precious candle to their heart's content.Seeing that the shriveled bodies of these big white mice are slightly plump, the hair that was originally clean and soft, but dry and dull like dry grass, also has a greasy luster.

They picked up this precious candle, quickly passed through piles of garbage, shuttled through the large floating ruins, and returned to their lair at full speed.

Occasionally, thunder could be heard in the distance.Wearing golden armor and surrounded by lightning bolts, the Celestial Guards stood on a heavy chariot dragged by four-winged celestial horses, cruising slowly past like a thunder god patrolling the sky.These big white mice hurriedly curled up in the ruins, and the breath around them suddenly restrained, without any leakage, just like zombies that have been around for ten thousand years without any air flow.

Those heavenly guards who are responsible for suppressing this boundless ruin... For countless years, they have been ordered to guard here, and they work in three shifts every day, patrolling the four directions step by step.But for countless years, this place has been as peaceful as a cemetery at midnight in the end of the Dharma era, and there is not even a shadow of ghosts.

From top to bottom, no matter how brave these heavenly guards were, how strict and disciplined they were, many years have passed... All their vigilance, all their sense of responsibility, have long since been worn away by endless boring years net.They all stood on the chariot in an even and stable manner, but Shenhun'er didn't know where they flew, and they didn't know what they were thinking about.

They are too lazy, and they will not notice that these cultivation bases are probably equivalent to opening up one or two holes, because the physical aptitude is too weak, and the combat power can not even catch up with the weakest celestial soldiers.

There are countless little creatures like this in this sea of ​​garbage, and these big white mice are very good at restraining their breath and pretending to be dead. How could these high-ranking guards notice their existence?

A group of chariots flashed with thunder, and hurried away with a dull loud noise.

Bowel sounds came from the chariot, and a leader of the guards who led the patrol muttered in a low voice: "It's off duty today, let's go to Wanhualou for a drink... Everyone, drink more and take the opportunity to fight, um , break the legs of that old bustard and the girls."

"Here!"

A group of imperial guards happily agreed.

"It's not that I have any complaints against them, it's that they have served them well... But, after so many years, they are just a few old faces... I'm even more familiar than my own yellow-faced woman... I really don't want to read any more .Not only me, but the adults above also think so."

"Break their legs, give them a sum of emperor's money, go home, be good... and get a new batch of girls." The head of the guard sighed faintly: "It's been so many years. It's like my own home... This is too much, it's not a thing anymore."

A group of imperial guards all laughed bitterly.

They used to be the strongest, most elite, most loyal army in the Heavenly Court, and the most reliable army of the Emperor Taichu... Therefore, after the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the Emperor Taichu entrusted them with the heavy task of suppressing this 'demon realm'.

But it's been so many years... the former iron blood, the former enthusiasm, have long since been wiped out.Those hot and popular palaces, halls, mansions, and yamen in the heaven have long neglected this place... Everything here is lifeless, even the brothel, after so many years, there are those old faces over and over again!
Come on, let's use alcohol to make trouble, break the legs of the old bustard and a few girls, and force the shopkeeper behind them to change to a new one!

If it weren't for making troubles by drinking, the "friendship" for so many years would almost produce "feelings" and "family affection"... Really, I'm sorry to tear my face and start it!
The guards go away.

The big white mice shook their hairs, and cautiously escaped from the garbage dump. Carrying the small candle, they shuttled back and forth among the piles of garbage. After several days, they finally returned Arrived on a tiny landmass less than thirty miles long and wide.

Around this miniature landmass, there are densely battered mountain peaks, large and small, forming a natural partition. Those guards who became more and more negligent did not discover this small landmass that contained a small mystery. .

On this landmass, the big white rats formed a small, barren but vibrant group.

From the garbage dumps in all directions, they collected countless useful broken materials.The entire small landmass was neatly paved with carved white jade floor tiles, and beams and pillars made of gold and silver supported several small and decent halls.

In those halls, several largely intact statues of Buddha sat on altars.

On the altar table, there are giant clams, pearls, diamonds and other treasures dug out from the ruins by the big white mice... There are also some juicy fresh fruits for offering, and there are even a few flowers that are rare in this sea of ​​garbage The flowers are neatly arranged.

In front of every Buddha statue, there are even sticks of incense rising and crude candles flickering.

These sticks of incense and these candles are all crude works made by the big white mice.

Although the material is not very good, and the workmanship is very rough, but for a group of weak big white mice who don't have any resources, this kind of heart is already extremely solemn and priceless.

When a few big white mice returned, in the square in front of several halls, surrounded by a decent looking lotus pond with a length and width of Li Xu, there could be hundreds of smaller ones, which looked rather 'immature' The big white mouse, under the leadership of several scarred elders, recited Buddhist scriptures shaking its head, paid homage to the Buddha statues in several halls, and did its daily homework.

A three-inch long candle was sent to several 'elders' by a few big white mice.

Several elders danced happily around the candle for a while, then solemnly picked up the candle, swayed to the largest hall in the center, and enshrined the candle on the altar superior.

An old rat man with a white beard that looked like a goatee, and the white beard was even as long as his body stood up, staring blankly at the precious candle, with a thin old face that seemed sad. Hi, the eyes filled with tears not long after.

"Many years, many years."

"Grandfather and I, when I was a little mouse cub... this kind of virtuous and precious candle, it was indescribable by the volume of the car... It was burning all over the mountains and valleys!"

"Alas, in the Holy Land of Landa at that time, there were [-] Buddhist niches on a large mountain. In each Buddhist niche, there were as few as three or five statues of Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Heavenly King, and as many as thousands. In front of every Buddha statue, Bodhisattva statue, Arhat statue, and Heavenly King statue, the precious candle will not be extinguished all the year round!"

"This kind of Buddha Mountain, the entire Holy Land of Landa, is more than a million? Tens of millions?"

"Tsk tsk, use the power of the whole heaven and earth to enshrine a holy place...the entire Maitreya Heaven, as many people as the sands of the Ganges River, are all followers of my Buddha..." The old mouse wiped the corners of his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Tsk tsk, Even my grandfather and grandfather, at that time, when we had no cultivation base at all, we could see the power of faith pouring in like a tsunami."

"At that time, a Buddha said that a certain disciple could be reused as an empowerment...'biu...', a mortal with no cultivation at all, or a person who had just opened up his spiritual wisdom The wild beasts in the mountains can ascend to the ground immediately, and they can have the cultivation level of heavenly kings, arhats, bodhisattvas, and even Buddhas."

"Alas." The old mouse sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Our 'nian chipmunk' clan has three ancestors who are favored by the Buddha. In the face of countless believers, with a touch of the Buddha's hand, the three ancestors became Buddhas directly."

"Heaven Maitreya, Holy Land of Landa!" The old rat shook his head, gritted his teeth and grunted, "Those traitors and thieves, those wolf-hearted bastards... They colluded with the demons, overthrew the Holy Land, slaughtered how many of our clansman, slaughtered How many Buddhist disciples, how many devout people have been slaughtered..."

The 'old' mouse finally couldn't control his emotions, and a few turbid tears fell down "嗤嗤噗嗤" and fell on the ground. The tears exploded, but there was a trace of strange Dao rhyme spreading in the tears, and the teardrops melted. The water vapor slowly bloomed, like smallpox, condensed into mung bean-sized flowers floating gracefully on the ground paved with white jade.

The 'Chicken' family, this is the origin of their family name.

They used to be the Buddhist cultivators in the Holy Land of Landa, with an average of one litter of beasts.On weekdays, offering incense, offering candles, cleaning palaces and pavilions, guarding secret places, etc., are all the internal affairs of the Chipmunk clan.It is really their teardrops, there is a natural phenomenon of "flowers born from the ground", which is really pleasing, especially to please the joy of Buddhist cultivation!
However, with the destruction of the Holy Land of Landa and the demise of pure Buddhist cultivation, the once-prominent chipmunk clan gradually declined.Now, in the sea of ​​rubbish once turned into the Holy Land of Landa, there is only such a litter of more than a thousand big white mice, which is the largest "tribe".

Silently.

The three-burial monk appeared behind these big white mice who were "nostalgic for the past and sighing for the present".

He quietly looked at these chipmunks from beginning to end. They were only less than a foot long, and they were all skinny, but their bodies were delicate, their fur was clean and smooth, and their eyes were lively and lively. nod.

"If you can not forget the old master and worship my Buddha, you have merit and virtue, and you should be blessed!" The third-burial monk emitted immeasurable Buddha light from his body, illuminating this small landmass.

A group of chipmunks turned their heads in amazement. They stared dumbfounded at the third-burial monk whose body was rippling with Buddha's radiance and strong and long Buddha charm. Each of them trembled, unable to recover for a long time.

The loyalty to Buddhism and the closeness to the power of Buddhism have been imprinted in their blood and bone marrow for countless years, forming an indelible imprint in their souls for generations.

Seeing the third buried monk at this moment, feeling the powerful charm of Buddha on his body, these chipmunks are trembling, subconsciously follow the etiquette of worshiping, offering to and worshiping Buddha in the blood, generations of chipmunks, Pay homage to the three buried monks.

The oldest 'Grandfather', who had experienced the battle of the destruction of Landa Holy Land, was even more trembling, and presented the three-inch precious candle in front of the three-burial monk.

Compared with the peak and heyday of Landa Holy Land, this three-inch precious candle is so insignificant.

But this is already the best offering to Buddha that this nest of chipmunks can produce.

Monk Sanbu grinned, smiled, and nodded slowly: "You guys are all good boys...that's great...Bai Nu, it's time to do something."

Condensed by countless evil spirits, it stands quietly behind the three-buried monk, silent like a ghost, not even the slightest leak of breath, clearly standing in front of a nest of chipmunks, but none of the chipmunks can The white woman who 'saw' and 'felt' her nodded slowly.

The colorful colors around her changed a lot, she clearly had only one body, but under her feet, there were seven colorful and slim shadows.

Waves of strange power turned into invisible ripples and swept around, sweeping across the ruins stretching for hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.Countless living beings living here, large and small creatures with subtle Buddhist lingering charms in their bodies raised their heads in amazement, a few very thin rays of Buddha's light flickered quietly in their eyes, trembling all over, like this nest of chipmunks, they moved towards the third burial. The direction where the monk is located paid homage and went down.

In the huge ruins.

Countless strange beings have been awakened.

Not the flesh.

Not spirit.

Not a ghost.

It's a kind of 'concept', a kind of 'evilness', a kind of 'trace'...

For example, the tears shed by a certain Buddha once.

For example, the saliva dripped by a certain novice.

For example, the sound of a certain Bodhisattva chanting sutras.

For example, the roar of a certain heavenly king who died in battle.

For example, those Buddha statues destroyed by the army of heaven, those wooden fishes that were beaten to pieces, those Buddhist bells that were melted into shards, those Buddhist scripture pavilions and scripture buildings that were burned to nothing, and those Buddhist rhymes stirred up by heaven The traces left by the incense candles and fireworks that were swept away by the flood in this void...

Even, the concept of Landa Holy Land once left all kinds of imprints and ripples in this time and space, in the past, in the present, and in the future...

What's more, the name "Maitreya Heaven" that only survives in the hearts of some very few, such as the "grandfather" of this nest of chipmunks... and this name has been in the torrent of time, in the past, The present, the future, the traces left by the past, the reverberating echoes, and all the chain reactions that may be triggered in the future... All possibilities, all causes and effects, all projections, etc...

Such graceful, strange, weird, terrifying concepts, tangible and intangible things.

These objects, all 'awakened' in this strange breath emanating from the white girl... They woke up, they stretched their bodies, they breathed all the elements they needed in the void... Then, they began to anthropomorphize .

Strange shadows emerged from the ruins, large and small, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.

A little bit of strange incense lights up in the void.

Countless lights that seem to be virtual and real are rising slowly in the boundless ruins.

In the air, there is a smell of incense candles that resembles the fragrance of flesh and blood gradually spreading.

In the shadow of the ruins, a dark figure of Buddha knocked on a wooden fish and began to chant sutras...Behind the figure of Buddha who was chanting sutras, there was an eight-foot-tall, three-headed and six-armed novice novice grabbing pieces of dark flesh and swallowing it... There were also monks A dressed-up weasel, carrying a small Buddhist altar, flies lightly over piles of ruins...

A group of heavenly guards patrolling in the void are discussing in low voices where to eat, what to eat, how to eat, who to serve and so on after they are off duty today... The things they discuss are extremely cumbersome, It even included details such as whether a bowl of braised pork should use front paw meat or hind paw meat, whether to throw a few boa constricted eggs in it...

Suddenly, a golden lacquered Buddha head that had been cut off in half, leaving only the lower half of the cheek, flew up from a pile of rubbish without a sound, and stood squarely in front of their chariot.

The most elite, best at fighting, bravest, and most loyal guards in the Heavenly Court didn't realize it at all.

They muttered in low voices and let the chariots drive forward.

The Tianma who was still pulling the cart realized that something was wrong, flapped the huge wings on its back abruptly, and stopped abruptly.The Tianma neighed, alarming the guards, and they suddenly raised their heads and looked forward.

It's not big, only half of the Buddha's head about ten feet high. The golden paint on the surface has peeled off, and the years of wind and rain have washed the Buddha's head densely covered with green marks.This 'little' Buddha is lifeless, and his whole body is full of decay and decay brought about by the years.But on the surface of the Buddha, there are countless human-shaped black shadows that are hundreds of times smaller than sesame seeds, busy and nervous.

It seems that a contractor is shouting slogans loudly, with countless black shadows, taking this half of the Buddha as a big mountain, digging Buddhist niches and carving Buddha statues on the mountain.Countless little black shadows are busy, and above their heads, wisps of pure and profound belief power are born out of thin air, constantly stirring up dazzling sparks in the void!
This world has been controlled by the heavenly rules and regulations formulated jointly by the heavenly court, Tailongtian, and Tailongtian.

The power of faith in Buddhism is no longer tolerated by the rules and regulations of this world.Heaven and earth, no pure Buddhist monks are allowed to be born again, orthodox Buddhist exercises are not allowed to appear, and pure Buddhist beliefs are not allowed to grow!

These strange black shadows are not living beings, not even flesh and blood, they are just some kind of illusion cast on this side of time and space, at this moment, this moment of time and space.

But this kind of phantom actually condenses an incomparably majestic power of faith, allowing this power of faith to emerge from nothingness, rippling from the long river of time, and appear directly here at this moment, today, this moment, and this place.

The heavens and the earth are furious, the laws of heaven are activated, and invisible forces that are almost punished by the heavens are rushing in. They will suppress these beliefs and thoughts, crush them to pieces, and smash them into slag!

The imperial guards felt the majesty of the turbulent heaven and earth around them, and were about to say something with a smile when the void shook slightly.From the void, from the great avenue of heaven and earth, from the depths of the law, and from the shackles of heaven and earth erected by the heavenly court, wisps of slight but real Buddha rhyme rippling out.

Under the interference of these Buddhist rhymes, the heavenly rules and regulations formulated by the heavenly court were cancelled.

These thoughts of faith, born out of thin air, turned into colorful Buddha light rising up, bit by bit submerged into the half-head of the ten feet high Buddha.

The mottled marks on the Buddha's surface dissipated little by little, and the bronze stains disappeared without a trace.The former golden lacquer recovered little by little, and even the other half of the Buddha's head, which had been chopped off and disappeared for an unknown number of years, was rapidly regrowing.

These once elite Heavenly Court Guards all stared dumbfounded at the changes in the Buddha's head.

They watched helplessly as the Buddha, made by the power of faith provided by those strange black shadows, quickly recovered, turning from a half Buddha's head into a complete, golden Buddha's head.

Then, the Buddha's eyes opened, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down slowly.

The blood and tears dripped in the ruins below, and then spread rapidly to the surroundings, turning into a boundless sea of ​​blood.In the sea of ​​blood, there are countless ferocious faces in the hearts of Buddhist cultivators and Buddhist sects who had died tragically in the hands of these imperial guards, struggling and wriggling crazily, like hell's evil spirits, about to break through the barriers of hell and the world, and forcibly rush back into this piece of heaven and earth Come.

"My Buddha... Maitreya!" The Buddha's head was smiling with blood and tears, and while the blood and tears kept flowing, he laughed loudly: "My Buddha... Maitreya... Praise my Buddha's name, you will be liberated!"

"If you see the Buddha and don't worship...you must be an evil spirit!" The head of the Buddha suddenly roared: "Damn! Damn!! Damn!!!"

He roared three times in a row.

Every time there was a loud roar, the vitality and spirit of these guards were suddenly cut off... After three roars, their cultivation, physical strength, and blood spirit were instantly suppressed to the point of collapse.

A team of elite heavenly guards died here without a sound.

Their corpses rapidly weathered and disintegrated... Afterwards, from where their corpses dissipated, a series of dark, two-dimensional shaman phantoms stood up slowly with subtle and cheerful laughter.

Tomorrow, catch the train.

Been on the train all day... so updates will be less.

It's okay to type on the train, but the train is wobbly and dizzy and vomits.sweat!