Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

Therefore, the Holy Master of Fluctlight believed that Xu Changsheng probably had some kind of Buddha treasure on his body, which could hide his qi and make it impossible for people to notice it.

Because of this, he couldn't see through the realm of Longma's cultivation.

Xu Changsheng left, and later rushed to the six caves in the ancient forbidden area, as well as the Ji family, Yaoguang Holy Land and other forces, naturally unable to find out what happened in the ancient forbidden area.

However, Ye Fan, Pan Bo and the others who left the barren and ancient forbidden land entered the sight of these forces instead.

Those with good aptitude were taken away directly by Dong Tianfu and accepted as disciples.

A desolate body like Ye Fan naturally surprised the major forces, but few wanted to be accepted as disciples.

The "curse" of the ancient Eucharist

, everyone knows.

Even if there is a holy place, it may not be able to support the massive resources consumed by a desolate holy body.

The dragon and horse galloped with hooves, day and night, across hundreds of millions of miles, and finally arrived from the eastern desert to the western desert! The western desert has arrived.

The endless sand dunes can't see the boundary at a glance.

The people living here suffer from misery because of the harsh environment.

But it is precisely because of the hardships of life that they switch from material needs to spiritual needs, which makes Buddhism extremely prosperous in the Western Desert, and the incense is endless.

Every good man and woman who believe in Buddhism are all very devout and firm in their belief in the Buddha.

There are ancient temples scattered in the vast and endless western desert.

After Longma arrived in this western desert, he finally stopped, took a breath and said, "Master, why did you come here to find Emperor Amitabha, this place is too desolate, and there is no point in occupying it at all."

"It's not as good as the master's Buddhist country, one ten thousandth of the richness!"

Xu Changsheng, who was riding on the back of a dragon horse, slowly opened his Buddha's eyes and said indifferently, "Don't you want to step on people?"

"The poor monk has to fulfill your wish once and take you...horse the western desert!"

"You can step on people!"

The dragon and horse suddenly became energetic and excited.

Although it didn't know why Xu Changsheng wanted to take his horse to step on the Western Desert, the simple nerve of the dragon horse told him, just step on it!

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The Western Desert is not all sand, but also has fertile land and long rivers.

But these... fertile soils and rivers are all close to Buddhist temples.

Next to the Ahan Temple, the clear immeasurable golden body lake exudes golden light.

Hanging Temple is located on the magnificent Bodhisattva Plateau, with fertile grass and trees, which can raise a lot of cattle and sheep.

Behind the Landa Temple, a towering ancient Buddhist mountain stands.

The whole mountain is shaped like a kind-hearted Buddha. I don't know if it's a natural craftsmanship or an acquired carving.

The wind and the sun, the rain and the snow, and the mottled mountains make the ancient Buddha statues hundreds of feet high, flowing with history.

The Western Desert is full of Buddhist holy places, which are full of auspiciousness all year round, attracting countless people to pilgrimage and worship.

These... fertile lands, mountains and rivers, are all manifestations of the mighty power of temples, and for what, it is self-evident.

If other sects were like this, Xu Changsheng would definitely not care.

But Ximo is a place where Buddhism is prevalent, and Xu Changsheng, as the World Honored Buddhist, will never allow Buddhist disciples to gather the power of faith with such a utilitarian heart.

When Longma arrived in the Western Desert, he noticed that the spiritual energy of the Western Desert was obviously much thinner than that of the Eastern Wilderness and Zhongzhou.

But apart from the spiritual energy, there is a pure power lingering in the heaven and earth of the Western Desert.

"What kind of power is this, why can't I absorb it?"

Ryoma asked suspiciously.

On the back of the dragon horse, Xu Changsheng, who was sitting staggered, said, "The power of faith, or the power of thought, is more pure than the power of faith collected by the Western Holy See on Earth."

"Longma, it's time for Ximo, please slow down."

The dragon horse immediately slowed down when he heard Xu Changsheng's instructions.

"You put away the fire clouds, run in the desert, and the poor monk teach you the method, you can accumulate some merits."

Xu Changsheng's lips moved slightly, and the teaching entered his ears.

The dragon horse was quite wise, and immediately understood, the fire clouds scattered from the four hooves, and landed on the vast desert.

It is far from the Buddhist Temple, so there is no river, no fertile soil, and sparsely populated.

Long Ma shook his head and snorted, his lips turned outward, and said, "I didn't expect that this uncle also has the time to do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"When this uncle has attained the fruit of a bodhisattva and attained the fruit of a Buddha, he will also be given the honorary title of King Ma Ming."

Ryoma is full of confidence, and even a little floating.

Xu Changsheng slapped Longma's head with a slap, and reprimanded: "Take your heart!"

Longma is unruly by nature, but he is most afraid of Xu Changsheng.

After being slapped in the face, Longma honestly ran on the western desert.

A wonderful scene happened.

The moment the dragon and horse's hooves landed, the fine and soft sand turned into fertile soil.

The fertile soil has drilled out large tracts of lawn and spread out in all directions.

In this kind of grass, a strangely shaped grass occasionally emerges tenaciously, a bit like a green ponytail, so some later generations call it horsetail grass.

Longma gallops all the way, thousands of miles "sand.

green grass.

The dragon horse ran to the happy place, raised its hooves and stepped on it, the ground "depressed", forming a huge circular pit in the shape of a horseshoe.

At the bottom of the round pit, a spiritual spring gurgled out, filling the round pit, turning it into a lake.

The horse's tail was swept away, and a clear river swept out and extended into the distance, like a crystal clear jade belt, inlaid on the grassland.

The originally ups and downs of the sand dunes in the Western Desert have turned into grassy hills full of vitality under the rush of dragons and horses.

Looking down from a high altitude, from a distance, the boundless vast sea desert is divided by a divine horse.

It galloped in the golden desert at the speed of the wind and lightning, and behind it was the green grass that stretched out.

This horse, as if using grass and trees as a cloak, galloped, and the wide cloak rolled in the air, covering the western desert full of yellow sand.

Because the vegetation is abundant, the soil and water are abundant, and the dry air has become: moistened, the hot high temperature has dropped a lot in an instant.

A scrawny ascetic in a red cassock, tanned, and skinny, was walking on the sand dunes under the scorching sun.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through.

The ascetic saw with his own eyes a steed dragon horse, galloping over.

Before waiting for the ascetic monk to react, behind the galloping dragon and horse, a large piece of grass came over.

"brush"

a moment.

The ascetic came to his senses, lowered his head, lifted his cracked toes, and found that he was stepping on the green lawn.

The scalding sand grains that used to scorch the feet were gone.

This ascetic monk, who had reached the secret realm of transforming into a dragon, saw the distant dragon horse, and there was a hazy figure of the Buddha's back on it. He sat on his knees, and quickly knelt down and bowed devoutly! what!"

Everywhere in the Western Desert, the miracle of desert greening has made too many people in the Western Desert overjoyed.

The barren yellow sand has become fertile land, and they can reclaim, cultivate and improve their living conditions.

At least be able to eat enough! "Boom..."

The dragon and horse ran faster and faster, the wind whistled around him, the thunder exploded, and the wind galloped, constantly approaching the holy land of the Western Desert - Mount Sumeru! On the way to Mount Sumeru, you must pass through many Buddhist holy temples.

For example, Ahan Temple, one of the Buddhist holy temples, is just in front.

An old monk stood on the mountain gate hall of the ancient temple, looking at the changing situation ahead, frowning, showing a worried look.

The disciple next to him said, "Holy monk, there is news from many places in the West Desert that it is the desert greening, which is a good thing. Why is the holy monk frowning?"

The old monk's eyes were far-reaching, his skin, bronze color faintly glowing with golden light, replied: "The desert is green and the land is fertile, are the people of the Western Desert busy with farming?"

The disciple nodded and said, "Yes, the land is fertile, you can plough the lawn and plant crops."

"But holy monk, isn't this a good thing?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "How can it be a good thing?"

"If it is the people of the Western Desert, everyone is busy with farm work, who else burns incense and worships Buddha, who else believes in us, and believes in Emperor Amitabha."

The disciple was stunned.

The old monk turned around and pointed at the temple, the flourishing incense, and the devoutly kneeling people.

"At that time, our temples will be scattered, and the incense will decline. If we have no faith and no power of thought, our cultivation will all stagnate."

"Would you like to see this scene?"

The disciple was shocked and wanted to say that he would be happy to see him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

The old monk's eyes turned cold, and he said with a snort: "We Western Desert Buddhism, how many... temples, not to mention small temples and small temples, are holy temples, no less than [-]!"

"With so many holy temples and so many holy monks, don't we have the ability to green the Western Desert?"

"We can do it, but we can't do it! Who will believe in us when it's done"

"This person who greens the Western Desert is doing something that destroys the foundation of Buddhism, and he must be the enemy of our Buddhism."

The old monk suddenly shouted: "Come on, the enemy is approaching, we must set up an array to suppress the opponent!"

The monks up and down the Ahan Temple listened to the order, sat on their knees, and recited the scriptures.

Under the touch of the lips, golden Sanskrit characters flew out, like jade beads strung together, rising into the air and uniting together to form a spectacular golden light curtain.

The dragon horse came galloping from a distance, and the front was...Ahan Temple.