Celestial

The ghost king roared again and again, swept through the wellhead with layers of coercive sound waves, Lin Fei and others who were falling fast had to transport Zhenyuan to resist, even then, the corners of the mouth were overflowing with blood, as they Falling down like a meteor, the ghost's coercion gradually faded away, until it was no longer felt.

There are two feet long at the wellhead of the Buddha Well, all the way to the underground, no one knows how deep this well is, or what is waiting for them at the bottom of the well, and each waits for it. Qiao Zhifang's long bone umbrella blooms with colorful flowers, Pang Tong The whole body was covered with a layer of blood-red brilliance. The swordsmanship of Lin Fei, Wang Lingguan and Zhou Yun was astonishing. Xiri's sword spirit stood on top of everyone's head like a big sun. The bright light shrouded them all around and dispelled the darkness.

Lin Fei was looking down at the surrounding green walls, tens of thousands of years of time, the desert Buddha country disappeared, the spiritual springs were annihilated, the walls of the Buddha wells were covered with dust, and occasionally there was a long crack However, a fierce and fierce atmosphere spread over it. It seems that there was an amazing battle under this not-large Buddha well.

Lin Fei lowered his eyes, looking at the thick black below, and his complexion.

The five people were falling like five streamers at a rapid speed. After a long time, they began to wonder if they were going to reach Huangquan Hell. When Qiao Zhifang finally couldn't help it, and wanted to speak, an extremely dazzling light suddenly spread out in front of his eyes!

The ultimate darkness transformed into the ultimate brightness, the bitter cold turned into the warmth of Yangchun, and the stern **** suddenly disappeared, showing in front of them an endless pale golden Buddha light and a bustling complexion that could not be seen at a glance Devout Buddha.

All these changes seem to happen only in a flash.

The five Lin Fei finally fell from the void to the ground.

At their feet are clean, flat bluestone paved streets, and the ancient city of Buddhism annihilated by endless time on the ground is now intact in front of them, more magnificent than expected. The building is simple and rugged, the road is straight and smooth, the trees on both sides are tall and tall, the golden light dances on the leaves, the temples are beautifully repaired, and the sounds of recitations are heard from the temple...

The entire ancient city of Buddhism is shrouded in pale golden light, and at a glance, it is clean and sacred, not to be blasphemy, as if the world is a whirling pure land, which is worthy of respect.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden ancient city of Buddhism and could not speak for a long time.

Wang Lingguan raised his eyes subconsciously, looking at the place where they had fallen, and in his vision, it was a bright azure blue, as if above their heads, there was a real clear sky.

Lin Fei's standing position is at the entrance to the street of the ancient city of Buddhism. In front of them is the bustling crowd, each wearing a wide and simple robe, with a kind face, smiling with brows, taking leisurely action in every move, or holding The Buddha beads made from the bodhi, or holding the sutra, gaze piously at the ten-foot high platform, and wait to come around the high platform, just like the people in front, sit cross-legged and listen quietly.

In the center of the ancient city, there are green grass and green trees, and the fountain in the well is spewing. A ten-foot high platform stands tall.

On the high platform, a person wearing a white buddha robe sat on the lotus seat, surrounded by a layer of veiled golden light. It was clean and clear, just like the **** of the Nine Heavens, but he was afraid to look directly at it. Holding a Buddhist scripture, he is chanting to all living beings, with a clear voice, and recite the Buddhist scriptures on his hand, word by word, like a clear spring flowing through the desert covered by the hot yellow sand. As every word of him falls, the ancient city of Buddha is delicate Fresh flowers bloom, green leaves linger, and the golden light spreads from his side to the surroundings...

In this peaceful and peaceful image of Buddha, the description of embarrassment, blood stains, and the murderous Lin Fei and others became a dazzling accident.

The frightened Qiao Zhifang looked at everything in front of him, and his horrified fear gradually disappeared. He could not help but muttered, "Wuwa Pure Land, a monk..."

Suddenly came here from the environment of life and death, Wang Lingguan and others are not very adapted, everything in front of him is too real, the tree is a real tree, people are real people, the pure and soft Buddha light that covers the whole city is pure and soft, it is heart Comfortable and warm, for a time, they can't even tell what is illusory and what is real.

"Ah."

Lin Fei's sneer, as a sharp sword light cut into this pure and beautiful atmosphere, Wang Lingguan, who was originally soothed, and other people's hearts suddenly tightened, looking at him.

"What is a good monk, he even has a face to recite the scriptures here."

Lin Fei's voice was cold and his face was solemn. After saying this, he stepped forward and walked to the high platform.

This move surprised Wang Lingguan and others.

"What are you doing..."

Qiao Zhifang stared at Lin Fei with wide eyes, and even wanted to step forward to stop, but recalled that Lin Fei beheaded the ghost king, and finally dared not start.

"Brother Lin?" Wang Lingguan and Zhou Yun looked at Lin Fei.

Lin Fei looked straight at the immobile mountain above the platform, still reading the Buddhist scriptures, and smiled coldly: "I have a question in my heart, I want to ask this Taoist monk."

Lin Fei kept moving and separated the crowd that surrounded the high platform, and walked toward the high platform step by step.

The crowd lined up by Lin Fei looked surprised and all looked at him in confusion. Occasionally, some people wanted to stop him. When Lin Fei turned away as much as possible, Wang Lingguan and others looked at him and followed Lin Fei.

"stop."

The moment Lin Fei approached the high platform, four disciples in Buddhist robes stopped in front of him. The four had a clear face, a tall posture, and clear eyes looking straight at Lin Fei. Although they still looked polite and gentle, they said If it comes out, it carries a warning.

"Buddha chanting the scriptures must not break in."

The four men folded their hands together and looked respectfully, humbly but not humblely.

For a time, all the Buddhas around looked at Lin Fei.

Qiao Zhifang's face was red, and others were embarrassed.

Lin Fei stood upright, his expression was indifferent, as if unreasonably making trouble was the four Buddhist monks who stopped him in front of him. He did not evade or back away, his eyes glanced over the faces of the four people and smiled coldly: "Outside this buddha well, the four of you have become evil spirits and eat people everywhere. Now what do you pretend to be monks here with me? Let go."

Hearing this, the bodies of the four monks suddenly froze, and the expression on their faces was empty for a moment, and there was shame behind them, speechless, but they didn't move, and they still stopped in front of Lin Fei.

"Let them come."

I don't know when the sound of lecturing on the platform stopped, and the Buddha stood up. From the perspective of Lin Fei and others, he could only see the back of the Buddha. His body was still shrouded in light golden Buddha light.

After the four monks saluted Lin Fei and others with their hands together, they slowly gave way.

Lin Fei looked at the high platform, jumped up, and blinked before the Buddha, Wang Lingguan and others followed.

The closer you are to the Buddha, the more you can feel the pure Buddhist atmosphere on the Buddha.

Lin Fei came to the Buddha's body, folded his hands together, slightly bent and nodded, and performed the Buddha's ceremony.

He was blood-stained, his hair was messy, and he had a large blood stain on his cheek. A Buddhist ceremony, but so smooth and natural.

The Buddha lowered his head, and performed the same salute, silently and indifferently.