The Heaven-shattering: Starting from the Ji family, achieving enlightenment and becoming an emperor

Chapter 144 Discovery
"Junior brother, have you made any new discoveries?" Long Yuxuan asked.

"We have made an astonishing discovery. We must tell the master immediately. I have discovered that the power of faith can allow people to live in the hearts of all living beings. It is really a direction for longevity." Zhang Qingyang bid farewell to the world and freed himself from his research. He was very excited, which was inconsistent with his usual temperament as a holy preacher.

"Is it feasible?" Long Yuxuan was suspicious.

"It's feasible. There's a reason why some supreme beings in ancient times studied the power of faith. It's really useful. The so-called afterlife is related to this." Zhang Qingyang became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally made a groundbreaking guess, saying: "I suspect that Amitabha is still alive, waiting for reincarnation. The Immortal Emperor may not be dead either, and will appear sooner or later. It turns out that the two of them have gone the furthest on this road!"

Long Yuxuan was shocked. What kind of freak was his junior fellow apprentice? What on earth had he researched?
"My guess may be true. Amitabha Buddha has always been sitting in the hearts of Buddhists and has never been erased. The so-called reincarnation and the so-called afterlife are feasible." Zhang Qingyang waved his fist vigorously, very excited.

When passing by a place in the southern region, the two brothers stopped and looked at that place. There were auspicious clouds and colorful lights. This was the Yaoguang Holy Land.

The current leader is a woman named Weiwei. Not only is she extremely famous in Yaoguang, but she also has the potential to be the best master in Beidou and her power is unfathomable.

"This woman is so special. She is so quiet, yet I heard that she is already a quasi-emperor."

"Oh, by the way, the people from Zhuo Peak have returned a long time ago. Let's take that uncle to see the master." Long Yuxuan showed a strange look when he mentioned that uncle.

Zhuo Peak had long been destroyed and no longer existed. It was now just another peak. Zhang Wenchang was now very peaceful and no longer sentimental about the past. He had completely embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

However, his cultivation was really frustrating. After hundreds of years, he finally reached the second level of the Immortal Stage. In this environment where the world was changing drastically and it was easy to practice, he was considered a rare flower in Ye Fan's camp where evildoers were everywhere.

"Uncle-master, how long will it take to become a king after three slashes of the immortal?" Zhang Qingyang asked.

"It will probably take another five hundred years." Zhang Wenchang responded after thinking about it seriously.

Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan staggered at the same time. This uncle-master was hopeless, but he was still so serious. His cultivation was so solemn that these two people, who could be called geniuses in different fields, were speechless and unable to say anything.

"Let's take another look at Yao Chi's divine fetus. When Ye Fan left, he was very worried about it. Decades ago, Yao Chi came back again, and I think he brought the divine fetus back with him as well." Zhang Wenchang said.

"Okay, we were going to take a look around anyway." Long Yuxuan nodded.

The Yao Chi has been rebuilt, and the scenery is still beautiful and auspicious. They saw the Nine-Aperture Divine Stone under the ancient peach tree, and the divine fetus inside has not yet been born.

"You've come at the right time. I have something to give to Ye Fan, which you can pass on to the Ji family." The Saint of Yao Chi had already become the saint leader of a religion. She was peerless and beautiful, and was one of the most beautiful women in the world.

She had a slender figure, a graceful and pretty face with a serious expression. She solemnly handed over a stone box to Zhang Wenchang and the others.

When they opened the stone box, they saw half a broken copper sheet, which was rusted and almost rotten.

A closer look revealed that it was half a bronze mirror, full of holes. Rather than rust, they looked more like dried bloodstains.

"This is..." They were all shocked.

The three of them left Yao Chi with mixed feelings, and with unsettled thoughts in their hearts, they rushed to the next place - Western Desert.

Back then, Mount Xumi crashed into the road to immortality and broke into pieces. Now it stands here in pieces. For a long time, this place was a haunted place.

In the dead silence, ghost lights were dim and occasionally the sound of chanting could be heard.

Hundreds of years have passed, Bodhi trees are everywhere, Mount Xumi is no longer lacking in vitality, some temples are glowing, and the sound of grand chanting can be heard from time to time.

"We have no other intention. We just want to know whether Bodhisattva An Miaoyi is still alive. This is the seventeenth time we have come here to ask. Please tell us the truth." Bodhi trees are everywhere. The ruined Mount Sumeru no longer has the vast power of faith, and it no longer has golden light like a waterfall. What is left is greenery and vitality. Bodhi trees are everywhere in the mountains. There is less glitz and more plain truth.

In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, the sound of a huge bell rang and scriptures could be heard, distant and deep, as if a vow made five hundred years ago was being passed on.

When the wind blows, the Bodhi leaves flutter, like a sutra barrel shaking, and waves of Zen chanting can be heard.

The acquaintance five hundred years ago, the look back five hundred years later, the prayers before the Buddha for five hundred years, the last green lamp, a stone Buddha, a figure, all accompany each other in loneliness.

It was drizzling, raindrops were falling, Bodhi leaves were drifting, wetting the temple, stirring up the dusty years. A white jade hand picked up the falling Bodhi leaves one by one in the rain, and carefully engraved each word full of aspirations.

The leaves flutter and are blown away by the wind.

The sky is full of raindrops, white and crystal, and the mountains are covered with bodhi trees, which are green. The wind carries the sound of chanting, passing through the silent Mount Sumeru, drifting away for five hundred years and returning. This is a reincarnation, lingering around the mountains and rivers and mourning the heart.

What is left is only a lifetime of loneliness, listening to the silence of a person in the deep mountains of Xumi.

One by one, the Bodhi leaves flew up and went away with the wind.

The mountain was quiet, with nothing else except the faint sound of Zen. Long Yuxuan, Zhang Wenqing and others had no choice but to turn around and go down the mountain.

"Forget it. Master has been to Beidou and must have been to Ximo. I think he should know what's going on better than us."

"What is this?" Zhang Wenchang was surprised.

At the foot of the mountain, bodhi leaves fell one after another, and there was only one word on each leaf, but no one could recognize it.

"Why don't I know him?" Long Yuxuan asked.

"Well, it's related to the power of faith that I studied, and it contains the power of afterlife!" Zhang Qingyang was shocked and felt a pure telekinesis.

He closed his eyes and felt with his heart, and was greatly triggered. The engraver had an instinct, but he rose to the most cutting-edge theory, sublimating and comprehending it.

For him, this was a great gain and he was touched and inspired.

“Buddhism is as deep as the ocean. Perhaps even the Buddhas themselves have never realized what kind of result this is. The past, present and future lives are full of mysteries and mysteries.”

Zhang Qingyang explored it seriously and was inspired, but he could not read the text accurately. He just vaguely understood the words "meet in the next life". This kind of wish can only be seen by specific people.

They took a deep look at Mount Sumeru and left with the Bodhi leaves.

The three of them rushed to Zhongzhou, where there was a five-colored altar that led to the depths of the distant outer space, and they needed to take the route to leave.

With five-colored divine light shining, they left this place and crossed the starry sky. In a blink of an eye, they saw one sea of ​​stars after another, traveling at high speed.

This is a wonderful process. Occasionally, you can see the shining starry sky outside and various scenes in the universe through the barrier of time and space.

"Who is that? It's so scary and powerful!"

(End of this chapter)