Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 232 Entering the Buddha Realm

He nodded, took a few steps forward, tried his best to overcome the coercion that made him extremely uncomfortable, took her hand, and soared up the clouds.

The little lazy jumped up from the bag to Erdong's shoulder excitedly, looking at the shining golden Buddhist gate with fascination, inside this gate, are its parents safe?
The two joined hands and drove the cloud to the front of the Buddhist gate. Erdong held up the bodhi fruit. The closer it was, the more brilliant the golden light radiating from the bodhi fruit was, like a star.

The weird characters on the Buddhist gate and the characters on the Bodhi fruit changed at the same time. The square characters gradually began to distort and deform, and the brilliance became stronger and more dazzling. They had to close their eyes to avoid being hurt by the strong light.

Feeling the strong light gradually dissipating, they slowly opened their eyes, the Buddhist gate was gone, and they saw a very quiet and peaceful world.

They are still standing in the clouds, under the clouds, the majestic pagoda stands, the mountains and rocks are strange and continuous, with different shapes, and exotic flowers and grasses grow everywhere.

Although it is not as beautiful as described in the poem, it is also refreshing, unlike the complexity of the world, and has a kind of extremely quiet beauty.

In the imagination, in the Buddhist world, there should be four audible sounds of Buddhist chanting, but at this time, quiet seems to be the only word that can describe it.

There was really not a single sound, and there was no such thing as the legendary Caifeng Shuangshuang, Qingluan was right.

The two stepped down from the clouds and walked towards the majestic and towering pagoda.

The bluestone road is covered with moss, the yao flowers on the roadside are withered, and the cool wind blows the fallen leaves, flying and desolate.

Here, it doesn't look like the residence of the solemn and true Buddha at all. Shouldn't Buddhists clean it in the morning and water it at sunrise?How come even the roads you walk on are covered with moss, and the Yao flowers on the roadside are also withered and dead.

Long Sheng also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and held Erdong's hand tightly, "Don't be careless, this place doesn't look like what you described."

Erdong said that the Buddhist world is the purest and most benevolent place, under the universal light of the Buddha, there is no evil and no evil, people in the Buddhist school have no desires, no desires, get up every morning, go to class every day, and sit at night, but here, it seems that it is not like that at all thing!
Little Lazy's heart rose to his throat, it really seemed like something ominous had happened here, its parents, are they all right?
The pagoda is right in front of you, the golden lacquer gate is wide open, but there is still no one on duty, and it is still extremely silent.

Little Lazy's wide-open eyes began to become heavy. It stretched out its paws and slapped its face fiercely, muttering in its mouth, "No way, I'm going to sleep again? At this critical time, I can't sleep, I can't sleep "

Er Dong looked at the abnormal little lazy and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Master, I seem to be about to advance." While speaking, its eyelids were directly covered, and it fell backwards, falling asleep.

Erdong shook his head helplessly, "This little guy is different from ordinary people even when he advances. He advances while asleep..."

Stuffing Xiaolan into the cloth bag, Erdong entered the main hall of the pagoda first. There was no incense in the hall, the candlesticks were lying down, green oil was all over the ground, and a tall and strong bronze statue of Buddha lay on the ground. .

Zhao Erdong couldn't help but gasp, what happened here?What kind of catastrophe has the Buddhist world encountered? Even the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni was brutally murdered.

At this time, Long Sheng has gradually become accustomed to the sense of oppression in the Buddhist world, and he is no longer as uncomfortable as he was at the beginning. The presence."

Erdong nodded, and turned his hands to take out the bodhi fruit from the holy ring. In this main hall, the light of the bodhi fruit seemed to be dimmed.

(End of this chapter)