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Dangshan Jun's obsession only formed a picture, the void was shattered like glass, layer by layer, mixed with the darkness of terrifying and strange black shadows like a tide, drowning it.

The "fireworks" have gone out, the bits of glitz swayed and fell, and the obsession of the Lord of Dangshan and the monks of Lingshan completely dissipated.

The scene that Meng Qi and the others saw was beyond their expectations. It was not the Buddhas' passing away, nor the demons' death, but a scene of the Netherworld descending and hell reappearing!
"During the battle at Lingshan in the past, was there a third party that benefited from it?"

Jiang Zhi's brows were as dark as black but she did not look weak. She expressed her doubts and guesses.

Meng Qi stood still for two breaths, then spoke slowly, "The Demon Saint led his people to attack Lingshan after the fall of Heaven, but the Demon Lord had already fallen before that. The remaining evil gods and demons such as Tiansha Taoist in Jiuyou are not from the other shore, so it is unlikely that the Demon Saint will be unable to protect some of his important allies and subordinates..."

Even if Tiansha Taoist made a breakthrough, according to records, he was beaten back to the Nine Netherworlds by the Demon Saint wielding the Demon Saint Spear while holding the Nether Sea Sword. There was a big gap in strength between the two sides.

"In short, this is a possibility that cannot be ruled out. Let's wait and see," said Zhao Heng.

After his obsession faded, Dangshan Jun's body quickly turned into mud and pus. In this strange sacred mountain, his strong body that should have been incorruptible began to decay!
Meng Qi's expression was calm, and the long sword in his left hand was still hidden in its sheath, as if it had been forgotten for years. He took a step forward and continued to move forward. Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, while Zhao Heng and Ruan Yushu lagged behind a few steps.

The further they went, the denser the void cracks that tore apart everything and devoured the diamond became, and the passable path became narrower and narrower.

The wind that blew past from time to time could melt flesh and bones, and shatter the soul. In response, Zhao Heng's imperial robe emitted spots of mysterious yellow light and turned into a coiled real dragon. Ruan Yushu and Jiang Zhiwei's immortal robes also had their own unique appearances, rising into the sky with mist and abundant light, blocking the howling of the almost Samadhi divine wind.

Meng Qi's blue shirt fluttered, his hair fluttered, his face was as calm as water, his eyes were as quiet as the night, without any faint gold, without any shining light, he just walked forward in an ordinary way, as if this was a common thing.

Except for Ruan Yushu, none of them noticed that there was a pair of eyes in the distance looking at them, watching the four people move forward.

The road was long and winding, and the four people had no idea how long they had walked or how high they had climbed. They moved forward safely while being surrounded by zombie-like Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and great demons and gods.

As we walked, a Buddhist temple suddenly appeared in front of us. While everything else we saw along the way had collapsed, this temple was basically intact, with tiles made of glazed tiles and golden bricks, reflecting the light of lightning, and it was magnificent, like a palace in the immortal world.

And at the entrance of the Buddhist temple, there was a huge dark golden figure sitting cross-legged!
Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei stopped almost at the same time when they discovered the figure. With a clang, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword let out a dragon roar and was held across the front.

This figure was shaped like an old man, his whole body was dark gold, and he had very long eyebrows that extended beyond his face. He was wearing a golden cassock, his hands were clasped together, and there was a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, which seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the world and all impermanence, giving people an inexplicable feeling of realizing the true meaning of Buddhism.

There is no crack in the void around the Buddha's land. Lotus flowers bloom and fall endlessly behind the dark golden figure. When the flowers bloom, each flower represents a piece of pure land and a universe, and each can reflect the smile full of Zen. When the flowers fall, all things are silent.

The dark golden figure was there, as if sitting in the center of countless universes and pure lands.

Flowers bloom and fall at their own time.

There was no need for any other thoughts. With just a preliminary sense, Meng Qi could be sure that this was the remains of a legendary powerful being. The dark golden figure in front of him was either a Buddha, a great bodhisattva, or a great arhat!
The illusory golden shadow of Buddha can only be manifested when I use the "Only I Am Supreme" skill. Now it has really come into reality?

Just as Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng had similar thoughts, they heard Meng Qi's voice transmission:
"It is Venerable Kasyapa..."

Yes, this is Mahakasyapa, the leader of the ten great disciples of Buddha!

He is a great arhat, and is known together with Ananda in the Pure Land of Saha. He is one of the two most likely candidates to inherit the Buddhist tradition after the Buddha's death. The story of "the Buddha picked up a flower and Kasyapa smiled" is well-known in all circles. He is the ancestor of Zen Buddhism and the nominal root of the Shaolin Temple's inheritance. The dharmakaya that is evidenced by the flower-picking finger is Kasyapa's dharmakaya.

The people standing on both sides of the Buddha statue are either Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, or Kasyapa and Ananda, which shows that their status in the Saha Pure Land is higher than that of many Buddhas, just like Guanyin and Mahasthamaprapta in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and Sunlight and Moonlight Bodhisattvas in the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli.

Based on previous inferences, Meng Qi suspected that Kasyapa, like Ananda, had entered the last stage of the sea of ​​suffering, becoming a creation, but not realizing the great power of Buddhahood!
——The differences in the levels of the various golden bodies of Taoism certified by the Dharmakaya mainly refer to the limits that may be reached in the future. For example, the golden body of Tathagata and the true body of Yuanshi directly point to the other shore, and even have the hope of Tao fruit. The Dharmakaya of Amitabha, the golden body of Bodhi, the Lingbao Tao body, and the Tai Chi Tao body are similar to them. The Dharmakaya of Kashyapa, the golden body of the compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, etc. directly point to the legend, and may be higher. The ordinary golden body of Bodhisattva can at most step into the realm of celestial beings, and the golden body of Arhat can at most become a terrestrial immortal. If you want to make more breakthroughs, you need to work hard to enlighten the Dharma and sublimate the golden body, or accumulate small wishes into big wishes step by step, and improve with the method of great wishes.

Of course, when the golden body of Tathagata and the golden body of Arhat are in the human fairyland, there will be a huge difference in their magic power, supernatural powers, martial arts, etc. This is a quality advantage.

"Venerable Kasyapa..."

Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng went there and were all a little shocked. Is this Venerable Kashyapa?
Mahakasyapa?

The imaginary characters that previously only existed in myths and legends or ancient Buddhist scriptures now appeared before their eyes!
Ruan Yushu took a deep look at Kasyapa's golden body. Although he knew that he had the support of Shang Yi's clone Hu Jiu, who was at the Dharmakaya level, and that he himself had reached the level of half a Dharmakaya, he still did not dare to underestimate the other party.

Although I already knew that I would encounter similar situations when I went deep into Lingshan, when I actually encountered them, I still felt like I was in a dream, and I was instantly transported back to the mythological era from the present!
They had no doubt about Meng Qi's statement, not only because the blooming and falling of flowers communicated with different universes and pure lands, but also because the characteristics of Venerable Kashyapa were very obvious: he held his hands in a fist, not clasped them together!
It is said that because of the great merits of worshipping the Buddha in his past life, Kashyapa's current body was radiant with light, which could easily affect other people's sight and perception. Therefore, he clenched his fist to cover the light, out of pity for others and not competing with the Buddha for glory. It also contained the Zen meaning of "heart to heart, mind to mind, without written words, and transmission outside the teachings."

The myths of the past appeared before their eyes, and Jiang Zhiwei and others were filled with awe. Only Meng Qi had a calm face and deep eyes, and he seemed to be hiding all kinds of emotions.

"I didn't expect that Venerable Kasyapa also passed away in Lingshan. I'm afraid that only the Demon Saint and Ananda escaped..."

Zhao Heng sighed.

At this moment, a black lotus shadow appeared silently in Meng Qi's shadow, and inside the black lotus, a figure in black monk's robes was looming. It was Shang Yi's other-self projection, Moro.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei exclaimed: "His back!"

Meng Qi looked up with a heavy gaze, and saw nothing special, but he naturally "saw" the back of Moka Kasyapa. There was a huge palm print right in the center, embedded in dark gold, full of the meaning of impermanence of all things, spreading into the interior of the golden body, eliminating all life.

This was the fatal injury that led to Kasyapa's death!
Who gave him the fatal blow?
At this moment, two tears suddenly rolled down from Kasyapa's smiling eyes!
They were crystal clear like glass, without a speck of dust on them. They did not look like the blood and tears on the faces of the Arhat Bodhisattva zombies, but rather like tears that were about to flow eons ago and had finally flowed out under the impact of the external aura.

Is it for the destruction of the Pure Land and the nirvana of all Buddhas, or is it for oneself?

Tears slid down the dark golden face, across the huge golden body, and fell into the dust. The surrounding Udumbara flowers were completely extinguished and never bloomed again!
Meng Qi suddenly sensed an extreme danger. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the clear sound of Jiang Zhiwei's sword and saw Venerable Kasyapa's clenched hands suddenly open.

Great merit, great light, the sun shone on this place, like a tide that submerged Meng Qi and others, making Meng Qi unable to sense other things, and unable to see things outside of himself. He grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand, as if he wanted to pull it out, but finally held back.

The light dissipated, Meng Qi had changed his position, and in front of him was not a Buddhist temple, but a cliff. Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng were all gone.

Separated by the remaining power of legend?
Meng Qi's heart moved, he turned around, stepped into the air, and quickly shuttled through the terrifying and dangerous dark cracks, searching for Jiang Zhiwei and others while moving deeper into the cracks.

A golden body of Arhat suddenly appeared and punched Meng Qi with a clenched fist. The void shook, the wind howled, and it condensed into a restraint, like a star that was actually falling.

The strong wind swept Meng Qi, but it was like sweeping up a bubble, unable to wrap around or restrain him, and there was always a distance between him and the fist that could not be narrowed.

Meng Qi moved forward quickly, dodging the zombie arhats, zombie bodhisattvas, and zombie demon kings and gods that appeared out loud. Their surprise attacks were always just a little short of the mark, either they were just within reach but far away, or they were destined to miss!

After running for a while, Meng Qi suddenly stopped, because there was a huge dark golden figure blocking the way in front of him. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his feet were stepping on a bunch of Brahma flowers. His eyes had no light and spirit. It was the great golden body of Arhat Kashyapa!

Legend has it that it is even the golden body of the great power of creation!
Facing this, Meng Qi suddenly sighed.

Sure enough, the man deep in Lingshan forced him to draw his sword early and undo the sword that he had been sharpening for ten years of suffering and pain.

On the other side, at the place where the Buddha's land was originally located, the great light disappeared. Jiang Zhiwei regained her senses, but there was no one around. Meng Qi, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng were gone, and neither was the great Arhat golden body of Venerable Kashyapa. It seemed as if everything had changed in an instant.

This has nothing to do with the infinite light released by Kasyapa's fist. It can only affect the induction, not the way of moving the void. When someone else did it deliberately, it was able to make Meng Qi, Ruan Yushu and himself unaware, as if it was normal. Even if there was interference from the great light, it was definitely not something that ordinary means could do. Did it directly trigger the rules of heaven and earth and make them temporarily change? Jiang Zhiwei's heart moved, holding a long sword in hand, and quickly approached the Buddha's temple, trying to find clues.

She had just taken a few steps forward when the Buddhist temple made of glazed tiles and golden bricks suddenly collapsed on its own, as if it had been under terrible pressure from above.

Jiang Zhiwei raised her eyes and saw a green lion slowly walking down the mountain road with dark cracks. Its hair was mottled and covered with signs of decay. Black air and white mist were coming in and out. As it walked, it flattened the cracks and calmed the strong winds, as if it was walking on flat ground.

On the back of a blue lion sits a Bodhisattva, whose face and body are pure white. He wears a celestial crown and has five buns on his hair, symbolizing the five wisdoms of Buddhism, such as the great mirror wisdom, the wisdom of the nature of the dharma realm, etc., which respectively correspond to the first five consciousnesses, the sixth consciousness, the manas consciousness, the eighth consciousness, the alaya consciousness and the ninth consciousness, the overall consciousness of the eight consciousnesses. He holds the sword of wisdom in his right hand and a pure and flawless blue lotus in his left hand, on which a copy of the Prajna Sutra is placed. Unlike the blue lion under him, he is not tainted by the white mist of death and is full of great purity and compassion.

However, the eyes that should have been full of wisdom were empty and lifeless. They saw the universe but could not see their own nature.

Jiang Zhi sighed secretly, and raised her mind to a state of supreme oblivion, taking all the worry, anxiety and other emotions into account, treating them equally.

The Bodhisattva in front of him is a powerful enemy comparable to Venerable Kashyapa. He is the Bodhisattva who symbolizes wisdom in Buddhism and is recognized as one of the four most powerful Bodhisattvas in all Pure Lands (Manjushri for wisdom, Samantabhadra for action, Guanyin for compassion, and Ksitigarbha for great vows), surpassing other great Bodhisattvas.

He is Manjushri Bodhisattva!
One of the Buddha's left and right attendants!

Who would have thought that Manjushri Bodhisattva also passed away in the battle at Mount Lingshan, leaving behind only his golden body, which was controlled by villains!
The dark cracks smoothed out as Manjusri approached, and the surroundings became somewhat peaceful.

The Supreme One forgets all emotions, and there is no difference between purity and filth. Jiang Zhiwei shows his Dharma image, and the sword intent gathers. He raises the long sword in his hand, while Manjusri holds high the sword of wisdom.

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Ruan Yushu was holding Qing Yuliu, the moonlight of Guanghan Moon surrounding him was swaying in the strong wind, and in front of him was a huge monster!
If Dangshanjun is coiled up like a small hill, the object in front of us is shaped like a mountain range, majestic and vast. But what is strange is that although it is so big, it can be coiled at the entrance of the mountain road. It does not go straight into the air and stay with the dark cracks, nor does it spread its body to cover the surroundings. It feels like Mount Sumeru can also be hidden in a mustard seed.

This huge creature has a head like a horse, eyes like a turtle, a neck like a snake, horns like a deer, its entire body is pure white, and its scales are as big as door panels, sparkling with a faint glass light, just like a celestial dragon!
Its eyes were as big as lakes, empty inside, with a hint of resentment remaining.

The black bird on Ruan Yushu's shoulder flapped its wings and flew up. It seemed that it was not affected by Tianlong's pressure and flew directly to Tianlong's side. A faint light flew out and was caught by the black bird's mouth.

The next moment, the black bird flew back to Ruan Yushu again.

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When Zhao Heng was able to see himself, he was already in front of a dried-up waterfall. In the distance, a green lotus with lightning flashed and disappeared. The golden hoop stood proudly between heaven and earth. It was surrounded by dark cracks, which happened to allow the remains of the waterfall to remain.

Zhao Heng did not move, because at the top of the waterfall stood a huge golden-winged Peng bird, with a "crown" on its head and its pointed beak stained with golden blood that contained enormous power!
This is the real Dapeng bird, the Dapeng bird that soars up to 90,000 miles. I wonder if it is the "son" of the Demon Saint, the one that the Buddha subdued, or the Great Saint with the title of Dapeng Demon King?

In short, it was a reappearance of the mythological era. The remaining aura after death alone was enough to make one shudder, especially the pointed mouth, which made one's hair stand on end and filled with fear from the bottom of one's heart, as if this was one's natural nemesis.

That golden blood must be the blood of a celestial dragon... Dapeng restrains real dragons, jiao and snakes, so even I, who is known as the true dragon emperor, am suppressed! Zhao Heng quickly determined the reason.

The golden-winged Roc did not reveal its true form, otherwise this place would not be able to accommodate it. Its eyes were bloodshot, without any life, only evil and coldness. Its claws stepped into the void, reaching into a different universe, and its feathers were stained with a little gray.

"I actually ran into such an enemy..." Zhao Heng gave a bitter smile, and his right hand suddenly moved, revealing a dignified, majestic and noble sword.

The golden-winged Roc lowered its head and looked at Zhao Heng with its scarlet eyes, unchanged in coldness.

"Stop it!"

A voice suddenly sounded, and a handsome young man appeared on the back of the Golden-winged Roc. Zhao Heng's face suddenly turned pale.

"Don't worry, Xiao Meng and I are old friends, we won't attack you!"

The young man who appeared was Hu Jiu. He said to Zhao Heng with a smile.

Zhao Heng was slightly startled, and remembered that when Meng Qi and others introduced the world of Journey to the West to him, they mentioned a powerful demon who was once able to compete with Shang Yi - Hu Jiu!
At that time, Meng Qi guessed that the other party might have become a Dharmakaya Demon King. Zhao Heng did not expect that he would actually face the other party directly. (End of this chapter)