Chapter 857 The Temple Searches for Victory Buddha

It's a wonderful feeling.

Anyang felt that he was walking through the ground, and he felt that he was flying above the clouds. Sometimes the body surface was wet and cold as if wrapped in water, and the occasional slight weightlessness even gave him the illusion that he was breaking away from gravity. .

Suddenly, he seemed to hit something.

"Boom..."

The feeling of impact was transmitted to him at the first moment, and then came the sluggish feeling of rushing into the quagmire, the turbulent feeling of entering the chaotic airspace.

The hysteresis is not slow, but is like a kind of discomfort caused by the failure of all aspects of the body. The bumps are not shaking, but people are shaking up and down hundreds of meters in the air, challenging people's collapse limit.

Anyang finally knew why Bai Long reminded him specially, because even with his current strength, this kind of turmoil might not be able to withstand it. If it was an ordinary person, he might not be able to use his body for a second, and his body would explode due to various pressures. open!

Fortunately, Bai Long didn't lie to you either. This feeling is only for a moment.

I don't know how long it took to fly, but after the situation just now, he no longer had the concept of time. He only felt that the speed of his movement gradually slowed down, and he finally got his feet on the ground.

Before he could fully appreciate the peace of mind brought by this kind of stability, a salty and wet wind with a faint fishy smell blew on his face, blowing up his hair and clothes, making it extraordinarily cool. At the same time, the sound of the clattering waves sounded in his ears, gradually becoming clear from vagueness, and his five senses seemed to be gradually recovering.

The white light faded, he opened his eyes, and found that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, with the boundless sea in front of him, and he stepped forward and fell into the sea.

The sea water gradually changes from dark blue to light blue from far to near, and the shoals near the shore appear cool and fruity green. The white foam-like waves have been repeating this process for many years.

But unlike the softness seen from a distance, it is extremely powerful when seen up close. The big waves slammed into the cliff with a powerful momentum, fast and fierce, making a loud noise like an explosion of cannonballs!

"The power of the sea..."

Anyang breathed the sea-flavored air, stared at the cliff that might be ten meters high under his feet.

The ability brought by the sixth-level demon body is sky-defying. Although he did not dare to challenge what kind of existence can kill him, the small discomfort in his body quickly recovered as before. In the blink of an eye, he began to examine the coast, and then took out the peeping disc to examine it.

There seems to be a general map of the mortal world on it. I don't know if the person found is in the heaven, whether this object has the ability to show the map of the heaven together.

As far as the mortal world is concerned, the four continents are almost all of the mortal world, and there are many small overseas islands. Although in terms of size, some islands can be compared to the Americas in the real world, but compared to the other four continents, it can only be called an overseas island.

He knows the four continents, and he is still in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but he is already on the opposite side of the two white dragons.

Anyang stayed for a while, and strictly implemented the idea that Daoming Taoist priest said that he could not stay in one place for too long, and immediately condensed white clouds and flew away overhead.

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Among the three red dots, the nearest one is in a boundary called Dahuang Mountain in Nanzhanbuzhou.

This place doesn't have much mythological color. The reason why it is called the Great Wilderness Mountain is entirely because it is full of barren mountains, which stretch into a large area, and it is difficult to enter when marching and fighting.

Anyang walked in the direction pointed by the arrow, and the white dot he was in was slowly approaching the red dot. But after all, this is not a map with user-friendly functions. When two small dots of different colors are almost completely overlapped, there is at least a hundred miles of error, which requires the arrow to slowly find.

Baiyun silently crossed the mountains, and suddenly, the arrow that had been pointing forward on the Peeping Sky Plate was reversed.

Anyang immediately slammed on the brakes and looked back.

He saw a mountain several hundred meters high standing at his feet. There was a temple on the mountain. There was no incense, but it seemed to be cooking, and a plume of vertical smoke came from the chimney.

Anyang tried to fly back again, and just as he flew over the temple, the arrow reversed again.

"Looks like it's here!"

The precision of the peeping sky plate can reach such a level, which is beyond his imagination. When there is a lack of effective positioning equipment on the target, it is possible to find the target so accurately. Such technology has already killed several streets of modern positioning technology.

Anyang put away the peeping disk and flew down quietly.

He first landed at the foot of the mountain, then walked up the damp narrow steps already covered with moss, like a pilgrim, walking to the temple gate step by step.

The temple is not shabby, but it is clearly many years old, as can be seen in the gradually weathered doorposts and the smooth polished front slate. The two majestic stone lions in front of the door had accumulated a layer of dust, which was not dust that fell later, but was caused by the weathering itself, so the monks did not dare to wipe it.

There are often many monks in troubled times. First, they can eat food, second, they can avoid disasters, and third, they can escape the government's compulsory military recruitment, so there are also many monks in this temple.

Anyang stepped into the gate of the temple, looked around, and walked towards the main hall of the temple.

Next to him, a thin old monk in a gray robe was sweeping the dust on the ground with a large broom made of spotted bamboo. There seemed to be nothing but dust on the ground. Sitting on the bluestone flower platform inside the door is a little monk with a withered face. He is shaking his head while holding a scripture.

There was a pear tree growing in the flower bed, it was summer now, and it was full of fruit, but not yet fully ripe.

The little monk would look up after reciting the scriptures for a while, then stood up and waved to drive away the birds that came flying.

There was even an old yellow dog on a leash in the corner...

Anyang approached step by step, the old monk raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were already cloudy. The little monk didn't realize it, but the old yellow dog opened his eyes and glanced at him.

It wasn't until he approached that the little monk noticed him, he jumped up in surprise, and then quickly clasped his hands together, seemingly annoyed by his lack of calm, and said, "Is the donor here to burn incense and worship the Buddha, or to draw lots to repay the vow?"

Anyang smiled and didn't answer, and folded his hands and bowed back to him, saying, "The little master can't even eat himself, and he has a natural-yellow dog, which shows his compassion. If so, why do you want to drive away the sparrows who came to forage? "

"Ah?" The little monk was a little stunned, and then stammered after a while, "The old yellow dog is often sick and frail, without our care, it will starve to death, and the bird is lively and noisy, even if we drive it away, it will still be Food will be found elsewhere. The world is troubled for people, but not for them."

"How do you know that there are not many sick birds among those birds, maybe these birds come to you because they can't catch insects to eat, but they didn't eat the pears, but were startled by you waving your sleeves and shouting loudly. Jumping, and running for nothing, wastes a lot of physical strength."

"This..." The little monk couldn't speak to him.

Only then did Anyang show some smiles.

This is by no means an argument about Buddhism or anything, it's just a battle of words purely over who can speak. He was prepared to ask questions, and the little monk answered hastily. It is quite good to be able to tell him in such a well-structured manner. As for stammering, it is normal. Most people in this era do not have enough conditions to allow themselves to grow up from a young age. High spirits.

"I'm here to find someone." Anyang saluted the little monk again, "I also burn incense by the way."

"Okay!" The little monk was a little happy, because most of the incense burners would donate some sesame oil money. Seeing that this person was dressed simply but clean and tidy, with no patches, he should have a good family. No matter how bad it is, he always has to buy two sticks of incense - he obviously didn't bring any incense sticks.

It has been a long time since no one had paid sesame oil money in the temple.

Then the little monk immediately blamed himself for his copper-smelling thoughts, and hurriedly lowered his head and recited the Amitabha Buddha, and then instructed him: "The donor is here, please."

Anyang followed him to worship the Buddha first. He did not believe in or believe in Buddhism, so he had no inner obstacles to worshiping Buddha. Then, under the surprised and ecstatic eyes of the little monk, he took out a piece of white silver and put it into the merit box. It seems that since the temple was built, no one thought that anyone would give so much money, which led to this piece of silver. Almost could not be put into the merit box.

This even alarmed the abbot and elders of the temple, and a large number of people came out to receive him because of his silver coin.

But the abbot's cultivation is very good. Although his face is flushed, he does not have much desire. He just folded his hands and bowed deeply in front of him: "Namo Amitabha, I am really ashamed. Not being able to get it together really makes the little monk uneasy."

"Master, you're welcome." Anyang said sincerely.

Then he mentioned that he wanted to visit the temple, and the abbot would not refuse, but he should be accompanied by ordinary monks, but now he was accompanied by him.

Anyang didn't dare to take care of himself, and his attitude was very courteous and courteous. After all, in his expectation, this temple was likely to be home to the Dou Victory Buddha, who once shook the Three Realms.

The two walked while chatting. According to the old monk, the temple once had a glorious history, but now it has fallen into disrepair, so it still maintains a considerable scale. The old monk explained to him as he walked, just like a professional tour guide, it took the two of them more than an hour to visit the temple.

There are dozens of monks in the temple, and none of them can survive on the money of sesame oil, so they open up wasteland and plant it by themselves.

However, in these years, the wind and rain have not been smooth, droughts, floods, and insect disasters have made people's lives difficult. At most, they are not starved to death, but their lives are not good.

After walking around, it was basically over.

But Anyang's heart was a little heavy.

In this temple, he did not find any monks who were different from ordinary people at all. This did not mean that he possessed magical power, but that there were no people with pure inner calm and calm temperament.

Even if you want to live in seclusion after fighting over the Buddha, there is no need to deliberately pretend that you can't hide your joy when you see a single piece of silver in this environment covered by Buddhism, right?

He realized a possibility that felt bad.

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