Chapter 1943 The Sky Is Falling, and the Ground Is Bursting with Golden Lotus

After finishing speaking, Xue An took a deep look at the bronze door that was sealed by the Buddha at the cost of sacrificing himself.

The decorations on it have been covered by the light of Buddha, and become peaceful and peaceful.

But Xue An knew that this matter was far from over.

Ten years later, this bronze door will be reopened, and no one can predict what will happen then.

Xue An took a deep breath, and then casually drew a rune in the air.

The golden light flashed past, and then it was engraved on the bronze door.

In this talisman, there is a trace of Xue An's subtle divine sense, which guarantees that if there is any abnormality here, he can perceive it immediately.

After finishing all this, Xue An flew up and flew towards the entrance of the cave along the original path.

This time, Xue An's speed was several times faster than before. After all, at the Qianzong Xuanhui, Xue An lost his true energy in refining Qianzong Tianjiao, although it was not obvious under the cover of his strong strength, but After all, he suffered serious internal injuries.

And now, after accepting the gift and training of the Buddha's divine sense that day, Xue An not only recovered from his injuries, but also greatly improved his strength.

In the past, when he was on his way, he was often very powerful. Although it would appear very majestic, most of the energy was actually wasted.

But this time it was different, Xue An was walking step by step in the darkness like strolling in the courtyard.

And every time you take a step, you will cross thousands of miles, and the whole process will not stir up even a gleam of brilliance or waves.

This shows that Xue An's divine sense has entered a brand new realm.

So only a moment later, Xue An rushed out of the darkness and came outside the entrance of the cave.

When he appeared in front of this group of monks, all the monks who had been meditating and chanting scriptures couldn't help being stunned.

Because they all felt a boundless breath of Buddha from Xue An's body.

The breath of the Buddha was so strong that even after Xue An appeared, the world shook.

Above the sky, countless flowers appeared and then fell down one after another.

The golden lotus sprang up on the ground, which is amazing.

All the monks were stunned by the scene in front of them.

It wasn't until a moment later that the leading white-browed old monk suddenly exclaimed, "World Honored One!"

After speaking, he stood up and looked at Xue An excitedly, "You... how come you have the aura of the World Honored One on your body?"

Facing the question from the white-browed old monk, Xue An slowly fell to the ground, silent.

The white-browed old monk noticed something, his complexion changed suddenly, and he said anxiously: "Benefactor Xue, you are talking! What's wrong with the World Honored One? Why do you have his old man's breath on you?"

The rest of the monks looked at Xue An eagerly.

It's no wonder they are so excited, it's really because the disappearance of their leader has been like a boulder weighing on the hearts of every Buddhist cultivator for hundreds of years.

No one knows where the World Honored One has gone, even if they exhaust all their strength to find out, it is still useless.

But they didn't expect to feel the long-lost breath of the World Honored One from Xue An at this time, how could they not be excited.

Facing so many earnest gazes, Xue An let out a long and dejected sigh, and said slowly: "Your World Honored One...has fallen!"

"What?" The white-browed old monk was startled suddenly, "This is impossible! The World Honored One is an immortal body, how could he just fall? You must be lying to me!"

By this time, the concentration power that the white-browed old monk had practiced for thousands of years had disappeared, and he roared almost hysterically.

Xue An smiled wryly, "I really think I'm lying to you, but unfortunately what I said is true. In order to save the heavens, the World Honored One willingly sacrificed himself, sealed the bronze door below, and put all the Give me all my spiritual thoughts!"

"That's why... I have such a strong Buddha breath!"

Xue An's words made the white-browed old monk's face pale in an instant, and his whole body was even more shaky, but he still murmured softly: "No...it's absolutely impossible, you must be lying to me..."

The rest of the monks were even more frightened.

without him.

It was because the news hit them too hard.

Although the World Honored One disappeared before, at least he still exists.

And as long as he exists, the root of the entire Buddhist Pure Land will not be broken.

That way they still have hope.

But now that even the World Honored One who founded Buddha Cultivation has fallen, what is the meaning of the existence of these monks?

This is equivalent to a person who has struggled for a lifetime, only to find that what he was fighting for turned out to be just a dream.

This kind of blow is enough to make people collapse on the spot.

Xue An couldn't bear it, but he still slowly told what happened next in a heavy tone.

Because he wanted these monks to know what the World Honored One had done and what price he had paid.

As soon as his words fell, the white-browed old monk fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed to the entrance of the cave with tears streaming down his face.

"World Honored One!"

Not only him, but the rest of the monks also knelt down on the ground, crying unceasingly.

Xue An didn't speak, but stood aside and watched quietly, but inadvertently, his eye sockets were a little wet.

He thought he would have to wait for a while, but these monks were far stronger than Xue An imagined.

The white-browed old monk resolutely wiped away his tears after reciting the mantra of rebirth, then slowly stood up and looked at Xue An.

The rest of the monks also silently stood behind him.

The white-browed old monk didn't speak, and neither did Xue An.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive and dull.

The brilliance in Xue An's eyes flickered slightly, and then he wanted to speak.

But what the white-browed old monk did next was far beyond his expectations.

I saw the white-browed old monk respectfully kneeling on the ground, and saluted Xue An.

Not only him, but also the rest of the monks, they all silently started three prostrations and nine kowtows to Xue An.

Xue An couldn't help being surprised, "You guys are..."

The white-browed old monk said very solemnly: "Benefactor Xue, since the World Honored One passed on all his divine power to you before he died, it means that you have inherited his mantle, so now, you are the new Buddha. Master Xiu!"

As he spoke, the white-browed old monk shouted, "We, see the leader!"

Everyone responded in unison, "We, see the leader!"

Xue An never expected such a situation to arise, but soon he calmed down, took a deep look at the group of monks, and said slowly.

"You let me inherit the pure land of the Buddha Kingdom, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"You must know that the heavens still have ten years at most. During this time, I will gather all my strength to deal with the unpredictable enemy, and if you regard me as the master, you will also be involved in this disturbance."

"Have you thought through the consequences?"