Luo Yuan took it solemnly and then gave a Buddhist ceremony to the sweeping monk. Even if he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, he would still respect the other party at this time.

"This Bodhisattva is very extraordinary, and may be of great use in the future. Thank you, the monk. If you have enough cultivation in the future, you will definitely come here again to help you solve this disaster. Now you need to make more breakthroughs and strive to get to the next level within this time of breaking free from the shackles. In this way, you can have the power to subdue demons in the future. After all, you will say goodbye to me. There is still a great revenge that has not been repaid, so I will not be able to stay for a long time." Luo Yuan clasped his fists and said with sincerity to the monks of the 480 temples.

They have no desires and no desires, their six senses are pure, cutting off the world, but they also have flesh and blood, and compassion. At the same time, they have a firm Buddha heart, which is rare in this world of thousands of feet. As monks, despite their different paths, they always have a sense of respect for those who insist on exploring the great way. No matter what their belief is, of course, there is a bottom line in everything. If they slaughter the world and regard human life as a devil, it is naturally exception.

"Okay, donor, the old monk and others cannot send him far away. If fate comes in the future, they will definitely meet again. Donor remember that if there is no Buddha in his heart, it will be in vain to travel around 100,800 miles. If there is a Buddha in his heart, there will be Lingshan under his feet." Drunk bone opened his mouth, then put his hands together, bowed to Luo Yuan again, recited scriptures to the monks and returned.

Luo Yuan nodded, but naturally he didn't believe it. He felt that if he handed over his life to the gods and Buddhas, wouldn't it be too uncertain, just like a rootless duckweed? If he was really in danger, the gods and Buddhas had no time to pay attention to him, wouldn't he die too unjustly? It would be better to believe in himself. Only by taking a path and becoming gods and Buddhas by himself can he shock the past and present and future, and it is difficult to have a rival. He can protect the people he cares about, and even if the eternal years pass by, he will not suffer disasters.

"One day, I will reach that level and become an immortal. At that time, as long as I am still alive, no one will suffer." Luo Yuan spoke softly, but spoke firmly.

Dan Tai Xuanya smiled slightly, hugged his arm, and said softly: "Yes, Xiaoya believes that Brother Luo Yuan will reach that height one day. At that time, Xiaoya will accompany you, recite poems and paintings for you, play the piano and compose music for you, and move towards glory and brilliance with you." Although she knew that such a road was too ethereal and too difficult, she still supported her smile. Because, in her heart, Luo Yuan is always shining and omnipotent, even if she is stronger than Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan's heart trembled when he heard this. He looked at Dan Tai Xuanya, his eyes full of pity. He had always been thinking about his own way, thinking about rising up and killing, and letting down the person beside him who has been helping him since he was a teenager. He kissed Dan Tai Xuanya gently with guilt, apologies, and pity. The oath of that year still appeared in his heart. When everything was settled, he would protect Dan Tai Xuanya and protect her forever.

When the Buddha's Dharma image dissipated, it turned into golden light all over the sky and scattered in tens of thousands of miles. All the broken and destructive things reappeared again, people of life and death, flesh and bones, and formed the world again.

The bamboo sea is surging, full of greenery and endless vitality, but now it is covered with a layer of light golden light, which looks extremely sacred. It seems to be a fairy temple, sacred and solemn, and awe-inspiring.

On the warship, Luo Yuan looked down at the sea of ​​bamboo, marveling at the power of the phantom. He even imagined the Buddha's realm and supernatural powers, and the birth and death of the world were all in his thoughts.

Outside the 480 temples, under the earth, a huge eyes as dark as ink, as big as the sun and the moon suddenly opened and closed. The eyes were extremely terrifying, which could instantly wipe out the creatures of the heavens and turn a prosperous world into a dead place, terrifying and terrifying. In the eyes as dark as ink, there seemed to be a terrifying scene of galaxies breaking, the heavens shattering, and the Milky Way steaming. It does not contain any emotion, as if the great way is ruthless, it is the way of the heavens and all worlds, overlooking the sentient beings in the heavens and the earth.

In the end, the eyes closed and no longer appeared, as if they were in deep sleep. Everything seemed to have never happened, leaving no traces and no surprise.

The endless universe is unchanging forever, and no one can explore its length, width and width. Even immortals are difficult to measure. There are too many unknowns and mystery in the universe. The stars flow and the sun and the moon shine, but in the end, they are just like a grain of dust, inconspicuous.

Nebula circling, boundless territory, occasionally there are figures passing by. Although those figures seem small and insignificant, they can be found in one by one, and their bodies contain unparalleled immortal power. It is the great magic power that can shatter the sun and the moon and collapse the sky, and they are like the incarnation of the same Tao.

In this endless distant place, there is an eternal nebula. Above this nebula, there is the magnificent sound of gods and Buddhas whispering the true scriptures, as if they are penetrated through the past and present and future, and shining on the galaxies of the heavens. In this vast galaxy, the sun and the moon are as dim as fireflies, and at the center, there is a magnificent mountain, magnificent, with golden light shining, reflecting the heavens.

This mountain can’t see the end at first sight, it’s high and has a range of hundreds of millions of miles. Around this sacred mountain, there are countless countries, as if stars arched the moon, and there are shadows of immortals and Buddhas in it. Their breath is majestic, which can tear the sky apart. Now, they are sitting cross-legged, quiet and peaceful, reciting the scriptures, extremely pious.

There is nothing else, because the Buddha lives on the sacred mountain in the center of the country. His Dharma image is ten thousand feet high, and there is a divine ring floating behind his head. Inside the divine ring, there are galaxies flowing, the universe fission and reappearance, and the coming and going of sentient beings. Among the countless nebula, there are three thousand Buddha kingdoms singing, chanting the true scriptures and mantras, gathering the power of wishes, and endless incense.

The Buddha is like picking flowers. At the fingertips, there are thousands of ways of heaven and earth turning into a long river. A drop of water will cause the shattering of the universe and recreating the power of all spirits. It contains great destruction and great vitality, and its means can penetrate the sky and the earth, and can cross the ancient and modern times and the future. It is unpredictable!

On the sacred mountain, thousands of immortals and Buddhas sat cross-legged, respectfully bowing to the Buddha's Dharma image: "Please ask the Buddha to preach the scriptures and preach the Dharma."

The Buddha, who was thousands of feet tall, bowed and said, "Yes." It was just a word, and the great way was buzzing and trembling, as if he could not bear the power contained in his words and was surrendering to it.

"The divine power of all Buddhas is infinite and boundless, incredible. If I have been indestructed by this divine power for countless, boundless, hundreds of thousands of billions of kalpas, the merits of this sutra cannot be exhausted. To put it in the end, all the Dharmas of the Tathagata, all the self-contained divine power of the Tathagata, all the secret treasures of the Tathagata, and all the profound things of the Tathagata, all the great things of the Tathagata, all the great things of the Tathagata, all the great Buddha preached, and this moment was like eternity, as if even the time and years were fixed and no longer flowed and changed.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the Dharma image paused, frowned slightly, and the Buddha's light in his palm leaped, as if reflecting the universe. He stopped his speech, as if he had noticed something wrong, which made him frown and feel troublesome when he was like this.

Seeing that the Buddha suddenly fell, the immortals and Buddhas around him looked at each other, not knowing the reason.

"Buddha, what's wrong?" A venerable beside the Buddha spoke with a tribute.

"It's not wrong, but I suddenly felt something in my mind. In a moment, I felt like I was wandering outside the billions of galaxies and saw some vague things. However, the distance was too far away and things were too vague and small, and I couldn't deduce it in an instant. It's okay, continue to preach." The Thousand-Step Dharma Image opened his mouth, but did not say what he saw.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Dharma is boundless. The Buddha's cultivation has been implemented through ancient and modern times. In just a moment, we can travel billions of galaxies, which really amazed us. It is a blessing to be able to listen to the Buddha's lectures here today, and it is a blessing for life." An immortal bowed with a smile on his face. Although there was compliment in his words, no one spoke out. Because what he said was also the fact. In the past, only a great man who was famous in the starry sky could have the honor to meet the Buddha.

The Buddha's preaching was a rare request for millions of years. Even though they were immortals, how could they compare with the Buddha? The difference between the two was like a valley of heaven, like a child in the mortal world, and even more than that of the great master of Lianxu.

"I dare to ask the Buddha, I want to imitate the predecessors to create my own method, but I don't know how this method is considered to be life and how it will go into death. I beg the Buddha to give me some advice. I will recite the true scriptures for thousands of years." A figure who seemed young stepped out slowly, surrounded by the aura of immortality outside his body, and practiced to achieve it. There was vicissitudes in his eyes, and a charming style that was invincible to me. He was a talented person.

"I am actually a junior of the Zhou family. He has a very good roots and awesome talent. It is a proud son to be able to reach such a state at such age. It is a blessing for the Zhou family. It is just a matter of creation, which is still lower than the current state of my friend. However, the predecessors may not be able to surpass it." The person who spoke was not a Buddha, but an old immortal who was sitting cross-legged by the side. His body was surrounded by the breath of immortal Tao, and he was more accommodating with the great Tao. His every move was even more brilliant, and it was truly extraordinary. The immortal style and Taoist bones said were not false.

"From ancient times, the sages have created countless creations, which have been passed down to this day and are praised by the world. If you want to create a method, you must know the birth and death of the Dharma. The Dharma is born from the mind, or from the mind. Who is born and destroyed by the mind? You can distinguish it from the one who can be seen by yourself. Only you can walk out of your own path, and what others guide you is the path of others. Just like the poor monk here, the meaning of which is different, and all sentient beings understand it." The Buddha spoke slowly, his voice trembled at the galaxy, and all the ways of surrendered.

"Thank Buddha for advice, I am grateful to you." The young man clasped his hands together and saluted.

"A trace of black smoke begins to appear. The chaos has caused him to be dormant for countless years, but now he will recover again. Unfortunately, he is just a little bit of wishes and cannot be explored. This cause and effect is not small, and it will be a big problem in the future." The Buddha thought in his heart, and he seemed to have seen a younger generation young man. For some reason, the younger generation monk who was the Nascent Soul was unable to see through, as if he was separated by a layer of fog.
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