Chapter 278: Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp (4K)

At the end of the road, everything seemed to be completely silent.

Except for this golden sun, there was eternal darkness.

Xie Que moved closer, and a faint sound reached his ears.

"Bang bang..."

"Bang bang..."

The sound was a little weak, and seemed smaller than that of mosquitoes and flies.

But Xie Que had amazing hearing, and he still caught the continuous sound.

He was shocked in his heart. This was obviously the sound of a heartbeat. Could it be that this Buddha was not dead...

Impossible...

According to Ao Bing, this ship of desire had descended on the earth for many years.

But the Buddha in front of him was most likely a god.

After reaching the fifth realm, as long as the thoughts of the whole body can be continuously updated and iterated, new thoughts can be condensed before the thoughts of the whole body are exhausted.

Because the soul is transformed into pure yang, it is also not disturbed by time.

It is almost equivalent to having eternal life, and no longer worrying about life span.

It is impossible for Yangshen Zhenjun to die of old age, and it is even more impossible for a god!

Although many spiritual generals and true lords have fallen, they almost all died in accidents.

For example, the venerables in Chanlin Temple were killed by the Dharma King of the Wheel of Rebirth when the two sects of Chan and Esoteric Buddhism were fighting in the early years.

So some venerables chose to ease the relationship with the Wheel of Rebirth. They knew that if they continued to fight, the Zen sect would eventually perish.

So, the peace-seeking faction in Chanlin Temple chose to leave and go to Qiongyu Sea or other places to continue to spread the Zen tradition.

Zen temples such as Ci'enzhai and Xinyuanzhai were all founded by those who left Chanlin Temple at that time.

At that time, their power was far more prosperous than today, and even comparable to that of Chanlin Temple.

However, due to the incomplete inheritance and the uneven quality of the later disciples, they gradually declined.

The pro-war faction still remained on Songshan, such as Venerable Qiuchan and others, who later all died in the hands of the Red Dragon Dharma King.

For a time, the teachings of Chanlin Temple were almost destroyed, and there was no one in the sixth realm.

Fortunately, after the breakthrough of Tianlong Venerable, he knew the gap and his relationship with the Wheel of Rebirth gradually began to ease.

This also led to the fact that Master Jichen and others were familiar with Yan Guang and had a good relationship.

But Xie Que had never seen the fifth realm or above of old age in the classics.

Even the first spiritual general he saw, Luoying Tongzi, died a violent death.

But the reason is still unknown.

Xie Que gritted his teeth and moved forward again.

At this time, the invisible dead bones on the ground became more and more.

Even with every step, there were bones under his feet.

Because of the erosion of time or the interference of other forces, these dead bones have long become rotten and dilapidated.

Xie Que stepped on them and they all turned into ashes.

But in the case of invisible, it is even more creepy.

You never know what is under your feet, if there is an invisible hand holding Xie Que tightly.

He would not know what is under his feet.

Suddenly, Xie Que seemed to feel that he stepped on a hard object.

Xie Que bent down curiously and began to feel around on the ground.

The ground was spotless, as if there had been no dust for thousands of years.

He picked it up cautiously, and under the cover of the blood in his hand, he could see the appearance of the object clearly.

It seemed to be a rosary.

This rosary was made of ancient wood, and it seemed to echo with his soul.

This rosary has been immortal for countless years, and it seems to be engraved with a pattern about Buddha.

Xie Que recognized that it was "Buddha holding a flower, Kasyapa smiling".

"No..." Xie Que looked at it and was shocked. It seemed that there was a magical Buddhist law hidden on it.

It was just that he couldn't understand it at this time, and he needed to understand it for a while.

Xie Que turned it over in his hand. It was the size of a peach, and he couldn't feel the weight in his hand.

It had a cool texture, not like a piece of wood.

At the same time, Xie Que also felt that his mind seemed to be much clearer.

He suddenly realized a magical power that he had not figured out before.

An amazing thought suddenly came to Xie Que's mind.

"Is this made of the logs of the Bodhi tree?"

The Bodhi tree has only appeared in the legends of Buddhist scriptures. It is said that it represents the wisdom and enlightenment of the Buddha and can cut off all troubles.

"This..."

If such a good thing can be worn all the time, it can almost be compared to a golden entry that improves enlightenment.

Xie Que stared at a tiny hole on the rosary.

Since it is a rosary, there must be more than one.

The other rosaries may be scattered nearby.

Xie Que's mind moved, and under the influence of this rosary, he no longer felt the fear before, and began to grope on the ground.

Within a radius of one kilometer, Xie Que groped on the ground with his hands and feet like a blind man groping for an elephant.

Among the endless dry bones, Xie Que touched three rosaries again, and then nothing else.

The patterns on these three rosaries are different, namely "cutting meat to feed the eagle", "giving up one's body to feed the tiger" and "seven-step lotus".

These are all stories about the Buddha.

Xie Que could vaguely sense that each bead recorded a Buddhist magical power.

They were different, but vaguely related.

He put them away. Although these three beads could not be made into a necklace or bracelet, they seemed to be able to be made into a string of pendants to hang around the waist.

He could always keep himself in such a state of tranquility and enlightenment.

I just don't know how many beads there are in this rosary.

After collecting all the beads, what kind of magic will it be.

He continued to walk forward, and Xie Que felt that it was getting more and more difficult.

Although he was getting closer and closer, he had walked more than a hundred miles for a distance that seemed less than a thousand meters.

And if you calculate along the way, it might be more than ten thousand miles.

But there were more than bones all over the road, and I don't know how many people died.

Xie Que was a little shocked.

I'm afraid that everyone in the Great Zhou had died, and the piled up corpses couldn't even cover one tenth of this road.

But Xie Que still decided to keep going, after all, he had heard and seen.

They were all telling him that he was getting closer and closer.

His heartbeat was getting louder and louder, almost reaching that of an ordinary person.

The light on the Buddha's body was not dazzling, but soft and warm.

At the same time, an inexplicable bloody breath also surged into Xie Que's heart.

The strong murderous intent poured into his chest, and Xie Que found that the dry bones under his feet seemed to have become harder.

They did not turn into ashes when stepped on, but broke into sections.

Xie Que picked up some of them and realized that these debris were like white jade, although they had lost their original essence and power.

But they also seemed to have a sense of immortality after years.

At this time, Xie Que was only a few thousand meters away from the Buddha's corpse, and he became more cautious.

The heartbeat became louder in his ears, and the murderous aura from his feet became more and more intense.

The terrible death and murderous thoughts rushed straight into his soul, and even the Bodhi beads on his waist could not suppress his emotions.

As a last resort, Xie Que could only recite Buddhist classics such as the Pure and Tranquil Sutra and the Soul-Resting Sutra, and then he felt a little better.

But he still felt that the murderous intent was like a sharp edge, constantly cutting into his body and soul.

The death aura was entangled, and the golden blood and qi constantly offset it.

Xie Que estimated that fortunately he still had a lot of blood and qi, so he was not afraid of any problems.

Even if he stayed here for thousands of years, his blood and qi would not be completely lost.

Xie Que continued to move forward, but it was a little difficult to walk.

This was not because of the great suppression on his body, but because of the increasingly strong death and killing intentions.

This killing intention was not aimed at Xie Que, but the pressure also came to him.

The death aura did not distinguish between targets, as if it wanted to drag all targets that could be touched into the underworld.

In the capital of Zasa, even if millions of people died and 300,000 soldiers of the Great Zhou died.

Xie Que did not think that the death aura was so strong, not even one percent of it.

Continuing to move forward, Xie Que actually found that there was not only death aura under his feet.

There was also a trace of Buddha aura overflowing.

"These are..." Xie Que was surprised.

I thought it was a Buddha who encountered a great enemy here and started a shocking battle.

Unexpectedly, there was also Buddha's light on the bones under his feet.

Xie Que guessed that these corpses might also be Buddhist believers.

They fought for the Buddha, but were killed by the enemy here.

When Xie Que was groping, many of the rags were the corners of monks' robes, which also increased the possibility of his guess.

In a trance, a figure flashed in the corner of his eyes again.

"What?" Xie Que turned his head quickly, but saw nothing.

In such an absolutely dark situation, it is impossible for anything to appear in his eyes.

After having the Bodhi beads, Xie Que figured it out at once.

Even when he first came in, except for the golden crow figure in the sun wheel.

I'm afraid all the other figures are fake.

They don't exist in this dark and silent world.

But... exist in his eye sockets!

With a bang, two divine lights flashed in Xie Que's eyes.

Qi and blood surged from the meridians to the eyeballs.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. Although Xie Que's body was extremely strong.

But places like eyeballs are still not as good as other places. They are still fragile in comparison and cannot withstand the high temperature and lethality of qi and blood.

At the same time, a burst of black smoke came out of his eye sockets.

This black smoke is invisible, but Xie Que's soul can sense it.

These seemed to be some resentful spirits, which were the resentment, hatred, pain and various emotions of the dead.

They had no memory and no ability to think.

These resentful spirits only knew to float in this eternal night, destroying the consciousness and emotions of all living beings!

They were invisible and intangible, and lived in Xie Que's eyes.

However, Xie Que's golden blood was the most deadly weapon against these living beings.

If it were any other Yangshen Zhenjun, if his mind was not firm enough, he would probably be inhabited by these resentful spirits soon.

Turned into a walking corpse without any emotion and thinking ability, and finally turned into a skeleton.

Although Xie Que expelled these resentful spirits, he was still a little frightened.

The weirdness here was far beyond his imagination.

If there were other things that he had not noticed...

Thinking of this, Xie Que hurriedly used blood and qi to penetrate his whole body.

After finding that there were no other creatures, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the death aura became thicker and thicker, making it difficult for him to move.

Every step he took was a huge test for himself.

The Yin Spirit seemed to be disturbed by the death energy, and thus became a little sluggish.

The branches of the Bodhi tree, which had been swaying constantly, now drooped down and looked powerless.

The leaves on it were also constantly interfered by the dead air, causing many of them to fall off.

He took a few steps forward again, but at the same time, it seemed that a big hand pulled Xie Que's calf.

He was startled and tried to break free, but suddenly heard a "click".

There was no life or soul power on the ground. What was it?

Xie Que turned his head and looked, and the ground was slightly fluorescent.

A complete skeleton was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a dull yellow monk's robe.

The skeleton exposed on his body was as white as jade, and it was covered with a layer of dull Buddha light.

The monk's robe of the skeleton monk was spotless, giving Xie Que a sense of tranquility and peace.

It seemed that he did not die in a battle, but passed away naturally.

The skeleton of his left hand was broken, and the other half was broken by Xie Que, and he was holding it in his hand at this time.

Xie Que was shocked and quickly put the half-bone hand in the monk's arms.

"I'm sorry... Senior." Xie Que quickly put his hands together.

This monk who had died for who knows how many years could still keep his skeleton as crystal clear as jade.

And what he had struggled to break was just a dislocation of the joints instead of a break.

Xie Que thought about it and knew that he must have been a terrible strong man in his lifetime.

The next moment, the white-bone monk actually spoke.

"Does God... still exist in the world?"

What the white-bone monk said was Sanskrit.

However, Xie Que had already mastered this language.

According to rumors, Sanskrit is the language of Buddha.

Every stroke, every word, carries great wisdom.

"God?" Xie Que was shocked, but he saw that the white-bone monk had no ill intentions, and what remained in his body was not even a thought.

It was just a dead obsession.

"Who are you talking about... God?" Xie Que asked carefully.

"...Ran Deng..." The white-bone monk was silent for a while, then spoke.

Xie Que took a deep breath and shook his head: "I have never heard of this god."

"It seems... He has become..." The white-bone monk's tone became low.

"Senior... What do you mean by become?" Xie Que felt that the gods and Buddhas became more and more strange.

"Become... It means that he has obtained the Tao and become a Buddha..." The Buddha light on the skeleton of the white-bone monk became a little dim.

Xie Que's heart could not help but stir up a storm.

Could it be that the person the white-bone saint was talking about was not the Buddha?

What is the difference between gods and Buddhas?

What is a god? What is a Buddha?

Xie Que could not help but think of a sentence that Ao Bing said when he first arrived at the ship of the Sea of ​​Desire.

"Only gods forgotten by the world can become immortals..."

What is a god forgotten by the world...

I have never heard of the name "Ran Deng".

No one has ever heard of the name "Ran Deng".

Even in the ancient books, there is no record of "Randeng".

So he was forgotten by the world.

So he became an immortal, and in the Buddhist language, he became a Buddha.

It seems that in Ao Bing's words, he also said that Zhuang Zhou seemed to have become something.

Could it be that... Zhuang Zhou also became an immortal?

Xie Que pointed to the sun and asked hurriedly: "Senior, is that Randeng?"

The white-bone monk shook his head: "That is our eldest brother... the holy walker under Randeng's seat... Yuyixian..."

"Yuyixian?..." Xie Que thought about it in his heart, but still shook his head, he had never heard of this name.

In this case, it seems that the sun is not the Buddha.

Xie Que breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little disappointed.

The white-bone monk continued:

"The eldest brother gathered the power of the seven stars in the west... but still couldn't withstand Randeng's attack..."