Bone Taoist

Chapter 604 Sacred Mountain Xumi
However, the border rift valley hundreds of miles away is filled with oppression.

Jing Xing held the big Buddha beads around his neck with one hand, his tattered brown monk's clothes rustling, and his calm eyes looked into the distance.

"Everyone, stand still."

Jing Xing suddenly looked back, showed a gentle smile, and said calmly.

Everyone saw that with just one move, he had already caught a leaf floating from nowhere between his fingers. The faint emerald green texture bursts with light, just in the breath, the leaves cover the sky, and the Fengtian flying boat is enveloped.

boom!
The flying boat flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, as if it had been hit by a big wave.

The four directions formed a horizontal air wave, which exploded in the sky.

The next moment, the Fengtian flying boat had arrived on the other side.

On the ground, there are many Buddha statues looking to the east, like the Great Wall, stretching along the border, one every hundreds of miles.

These Buddha statues are connected to each other, and there is a large formation lurking under them, not only to restrict the monks from other continents, but also to block the pass of the soul under the rift valley.

"Finally, I set foot on this land of Buddhas from all nations." Ao Chang held the railing of the flying boat with both hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's Chen time.

In the distance on the land, the mountains are green and birds fly across them.

The morning fog is like ripples on the sea, constantly rippling in the sky.

This land gives people a sense of depression and a sense of otherworldly detachment.

Such a temperament that is incompatible with other continents can only be matched by Beixuanzhou.

After traveling thousands of miles, landscapes and buildings appeared on the land.

Ye Zang squinted his eyes and pierced through with his Dharma eyes.

It is a small town of mortals who rely on mountains and water to feed themselves.

The people here are very leisurely, with men farming and women weaving, but every family has a Buddha statue.

The Buddha is a fat Buddha with a big belly and earlobes hanging down to his shoulders.

Thousands of miles further west, the bustling city came into view.

However, the most eye-catching thing in this city is the Guanyin statue in the central lotus pond.

Wearing a white gauze, holding a jade purification vase.

The statue is lifelike and extremely beautiful.

Pedestrians passing by would stop, show a pious look, kneel down with one hand clasped together, and murmur to themselves.

Not long after, everyone on the flying boat saw a large river, about a thousand miles wide, with billowing waves.

The entire Xisuozhou is divided into two by this river.

The mortals in the territory facing south are mostly the first Buddha in Guanyin Temple. To the north is the Arhat Buddha who believes in the Mahasabha Pure Land.

"The two religions of Xizhou have been rooted here for millions of years. After so many years, even the most determined people will become slaves of faith, let alone these mortals."

Ye Zang concentrated, thinking in his heart.

Along the way, Ye Zang was observing those mortals with his Dharma Eyes.

Even a child who has just learned to walk has a very strong will power in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, as if he was born with it.

"Brother Ye, we must be careful in our words and deeds when we are in Xizhou." Ao Chang said to him with his spiritual consciousness.

The atmosphere here is very strange, with an indescribable feeling.

Half a day later, Jing Xing put away the flying boat.

Everyone jumped into the air and fell, walking on the green mountain land.

"It's not that the young monk is unwilling to control it. The rules of our Buddhist sect are very clear. Practitioners are not allowed to fly in the air within thousands of miles of the holy mountain." Jing Xing said.

"As the Romans do, master, please!" Ao Shang waved her hand to show that she didn't care.

The group began to pace.

After a while, they understood the purpose of this rule.

Because there are many mortal cities and small towns on this road leading to the Holy Mountain of Sumeru, the Great Whispering Pure Land. Looking into the distance, Ye Zang seemed to see a huge mountain reaching into the sky, so majestic that it reached into the sky.

Even though he was thousands of miles away, Ye Zang could feel the overwhelming momentum coming towards him. That sacred mountain of Sumeru was so shocking!

"Grandmaster!"

"I've met Master Jing Xing."

"My Buddha is merciful."

"Master, go slow."

Along the way, I met many mortals. After seeing the leader Jing Xing, they all put their hands together and saluted.

Their words were concise and concise, but their eyes were full of respect, and even under that respect, there was a hint of fear.

Within a radius of thousands of miles of Mount Xumi, there are all mortal cities and villages, just like pilgrims.

Here you can see thousands of Dharma sites with large-scale construction projects. Every day, people burn incense here and worship the Sumeru with extremely pious expressions.

There was one of the largest Dharma grounds, with tens of thousands of people worshiping at the same time.

Their heads were moving, and they were kneeling down one after another. The fragrance was hanging over their heads, and they were mumbling to themselves.

Jing Xing, Xuanji and others were already accustomed to such pilgrimage scenes.

The third princess Ji Lanshan and others had different expressions.

Ye Zang's eyes were calm and he looked around at the execution ground. There was an endless stream of worshipers, one after another.

A woman's exclamation came from a law court a hundred miles away.

The exclamation was harsh, but it was quickly drowned out by the bustling sound of worshipers. However, Ye Zang now had a strong sense of consciousness and sharp ears and eyes, so he caught the sound immediately.

He stopped and turned around, passing through the crowd with his Dharma Eyes to observe.

It was a small execution ground, with a half-meter-high furnace and a small bronze bell.

Hundreds of people gathered around a woman.

Several shirtless young men grabbed the woman's arms and kicked her legs so hard that both of her calves were broken. As soon as the woman let out a piercing scream, her mouth was covered.

The woman's hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and big drops of sweat rolled down her forehead.

Her eyes were red and her expression was extremely frightened.

"Liu Hui, it's too late to admit your mistake now!" An old man on crutches gritted his teeth and said with hatred for iron.

The woman's head was shaking like a rattle, her eyes were extremely red, and she looked at the indifferent expressions around her, feeling a sense of despair in her heart.

Suddenly, she suddenly exerted force, and her head was about to hit the ground, trying to kill herself.

"do not want!"

A young man next to him immediately grabbed Liu Hui tightly, his eyes red, and he couldn't bear it.

This young man is Liu Hui's husband.

Liu Hui's mouth was blocked by a white cloth, and she kept whimpering and moaning. She couldn't help but seek death. She turned around and looked at her husband with red eyes. There was a strong sense of resentment in her expression.

Being looked at by his wife like this, the young man couldn't help trembling. He suddenly gritted his teeth and slapped the woman hard.

The crisp sound was particularly harsh on the execution ground.

"You bitch, you are possessed!" The young man yelled, his eyes widening.

"Zhang Yao, how can we allow you to be so presumptuous in the Buddhist Dharma Field?" The old man blew his beard and glared. He swung his cane and hit the man hard.

The young man immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

The crowd gathered around a couple and looked at Liu Hui with a burning look on her face.

"This is your last chance, your life and death will be decided by the 'Lohan Fujiao'!"

After the old man finished speaking, a man rang the bronze bell, and everyone's eyes were blazing. He dragged Zhang Hui to the futon of the execution ground. The group of people knelt down one after another, worshiped the Holy Mountain of Sumeru, and recited a special kind of Buddhist sutra.

(End of this chapter)