Chapter 1361 A Dream of Redemption

The glazed light turned, the Pure Land was vast, and at a glance, the void seemed to be filled with Udumbara flowers, but they were all withered, the golden color was dim, and the former splendor could be vaguely seen.

Although Xuanbei had achieved the "Golden Body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" and now had the fruition of "Great Bodhisattva", in terms of realm, there was still an essential difference between him and the real Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and they were incomparable. Seeing this Buddhist country fall, it was inevitable that ripples arose in his heart.

——Because the underworld was assimilated by the vacuum hometown, and Luofeng Black Prison could not enter, he was trapped in the legendary pass for a hundred years. In the past, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was one of the four top Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, and was called together with Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Guanyin, only slightly inferior to Maitreya, who was known as the future Buddha. The two sides were separated by two major realms of legend and creation.

As his thoughts turned, Xuanbei showed a golden body of Buddhism with a little melancholy in his heart, stepped on the golden lotus, climbed up step by step, and stepped into the dead and silent pure land.

It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva disappeared after the battle of Lingshan. Some said that he fell in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation, and some said that he escaped and hid from the world. I didn't expect to meet his Buddhist Pure Land today...Xuanbei thought about all kinds of rumors and walked on the barren land without any vitality. The former Buddhist temples, lotus, crystal, Bodhi tree, merit pool, etc., were either weathered or desolate.

In the center of this pure land, there is no common Mount Sumeru, but only a twelve-level golden lotus platform, with magnificent petals and flowing light, as if it were made of colored glaze. On it sits a solemn and compassionate Bodhisattva, holding a lotus and a pearl in each hand. Around him are different Buddhist images, corresponding to the salvation of the heavens and the six realms of reincarnation, collectively known as the Ten Kings of Ksitigarbha.

Unfortunately, this Bodhisattva has been dead for a long time, and there are traces of death and filthy black air on his body, full of a sense of depravity.

Seeing this situation, Xuan Bei, who knew a lot about Lingshan from Meng Qi, could not guess the truth of the matter. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did fall in the reversal formation of the demon Buddha Ananda, but because he has always represented Buddhism to preside over the affairs of the eighteen levels of hell and the six realms of reincarnation, he has a deep accumulation and harvest in this regard. Therefore, after the fight on the other side, the golden body was taken away by an unknown big man and sent back to the pure land he opened up in the void.

Xuanbei clasped his hands together and bowed:

"Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I have inherited your legacy and will carry on your will. If this wish is not fulfilled, I will not see the Tathagata."

The voice was low, but it reverberated. At Xuanbei's current state, such a wish was no longer empty and false. It could touch the avenue and be rewarded. The golden light fell like rain, making him seem to instantly understand the wish left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the world and see the painful struggles of the sentient beings in hell.

At the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The hands holding the lotus and the pearl formed a strange mark, and a black light appeared. The deep death intention, but the vigorous vitality hidden inside, brought out a little pure white, as if there was nothing.

The origin of life and death?

Xuanbei's heart moved, and he sat cross-legged, running the meaning of the life and death cycle of the Maha Demon Subduing Fist, sensing a point full of mystery.

After an unknown amount of time, the "point" shook violently, and a dark streak with a hint of white light flew out, landing in Xuanbei's palm.

This was a treasure wheel filled with a faint blood-yellow mist, with white hidden in black, life in death, as if it showed the great secrets of the heavens, the mysteries of life and death. At a glance, the feelings of coldness, coldness, silence, pain, death, vigor, and warmth came directly.

Xuanbei held the wheel of life and death in the heavens, and watched the golden body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva rise with glazed pure fire, burning the death and demonic energy, and disintegrating the remains.

The flames shot up into the sky, changing constantly, and finally left behind a crystal-clear glass-like relic, hiding life and death, reflecting black and white, reflecting many phantoms, which were ancient scriptures:

"The Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" "The Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow and Merit"...

Xuan Bei was thinking, but he couldn't figure out what had happened. Which other shore was behind the scenes, Amitabha, or the ancient Buddha Bodhi?

He waved his hand and the relic left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva flew up and fell into his palm. As soon as it touched, the whole pure land suddenly became bright and light, a pale gold.

The Buddha's land washed away the dust, and the merit pool gushed out clean water again. The bodhi tree sprouted branches and leaves again, and the Uttarakuru flowers bloomed brilliantly, and everything was rejuvenated again.

The pure land fell and merged with Xuan Bei's original Buddhist kingdom. It was united in just a few breaths, making it boundless and able to accommodate endless wronged souls and evil ghosts.

Xuan Bei returned to the center of the Pure Land, holding the Ksitigarbha Relic and the Wheel of Life and Death, and sank into his perception.

No matter what the plan behind this matter is, at least it is in line with his own wishes!

This is the only wish in this life!

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Living in the Yuxu Palace at an infinite height, Meng Qi put away the bright round light, but the surroundings seemed to be wrapped in darkness, even the illusory river of time flowing through here was no exception, and was curled up by the chaos and infinity, hiding some of the future!

This is the way of concealing the secrets of heaven and the future that belongs to the Wuji Seal.

It was because of this that the Golden Emperor hid all the possibilities related to his betrayal, until the last moment, he opened up many new futures!

As for the other shores, of course, they also have their own methods.

Dark and deep, chaotic and dim, Meng Qi's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was sitting before the opening of the sky, the beginning of all living things, but Gu Xiaosang disappeared.

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Dark clouds hung overhead, the wind howled, the waves were hundreds of feet high, and lightning filled the sky, illuminating the darkness.

In this kind of extreme weather, not only sea ships dare not sail, but even those who are strong in outdoor scenes are unwilling to fly away. After all, if you are not careful, you may be struck by lightning, and you will be punished without disaster.

On the edge of a deserted island, several young-looking warriors were hiding in a cave, watching the heavy rain fall. There was no panic in their expressions, but rather a sense of leisure that they had stolen for half a day.

"Do you think this time when the emperor of the world establishes the Great Zhou Dynasty on Changmen Island, will there be big figures from the other side coming?" asked a man with sparse eyebrows.

Another man with facial features that could barely be regarded as Zhou Zheng shook his head and laughed: "The big man on the other side is so high up that he can destroy the entire real world with a flip of his hand. How could he come for such a trivial matter as re-establishing the Great Zhou Dynasty? Unless the Human Emperor of the world can enter the Middle Earth again and destroy the vacuum. My hometown and the Buddhist kingdom on earth have unified this world, and humanity has reached its peak..."

He paused and said: "But no matter what, if the Human Emperor establishes the Great Zhou Dynasty again and revives humanity, many immortals will defect to them. If we rush there, there is a good chance that we will meet the fate of immortals and join the sect of a certain immortal god."

They are warriors from the East China Sea. They got to know each other while traveling. They have always wanted to find an opportunity to join the sect of the immortal and seek the way to live forever. Unfortunately, they have been to many island caves and were turned away. It is difficult to have an immortal fate. After visiting Changmen Island to see the Great Zhou Dynasty, I thought about trying my luck there.

A girl wearing a pink coat looked at the man who just spoke and said: "Brother Tan, when you were born, there was a red light all over the house, and you were pregnant with something strange. It's just that it's difficult to enter the immortal family. You have to go through many hardships, and you have been wasting your time until now. Here you go." Changmen Island, you will definitely get what you want.”

Tan Ping, half bitter and half proud, cast his gaze outside the cave casually, through the curtain of rain, and saw the sea whose waves looked like giant beasts swallowing the sky.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he saw a young Taoist priest wearing a hydration suit and a fan crown sitting in the rolling waves. No matter how the sea surface surged, he remained motionless.

Immortal?

Meet an immortal here?

Has my destiny arrived?

Tan Ping swallowed, and without bothering to greet his companions, he turned into light and flew away despite the heavy rain.

When he came to the beach, he saw that the young Taoist was still there, but his eyes were deep and he was watching quietly.

"Junior Tan Ping, I would like to pay my respects to the Immortal." He saluted respectfully, wondering in his mind which mountain, island and cave the Immortal God was from.

Then he heard Qingyue's deep voice: "Pindao has a pillow that can reverse time. It has endless mysteries. It's fitting that you and I are destined to lend it to you today. It's just that this matter is related to your destiny. Pindao doesn't force it. You have to You have to make your own decision.”

Tan Ping was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then his past unwillingness and constant desire emerged from the bottom of his heart. Without hesitation, he said decisively:

"Junior is willing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red-yellow light coming towards him and falling into his arms. It was a pillow with a bit of black and yellow color, with many mysterious patterns and two seal characters on it:

"Huangliang!"

Tan Ping raised his head, and the waves surged in front of him, and the young Taoist from before was gone.

Which cave is the immortal god from?

At this time, his companions rushed over and asked questions. After Tan Ping gave a brief explanation, they were all curious and asked him to go back to the cave and try this "yellow beam pillow".

Tan Ping was also itching unbearably, so he rushed back to the cave, tried for a long time, and after eliminating many methods, he lay down, leaned on the yellow beam pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

A faint light appeared in front of his eyes, and Tan Ping woke up suddenly. He saw that the yellow beam pillow had not changed, but the surroundings were no longer caves, but elegantly decorated rooms, and there were noisy and noisy sounds outside.

He listened carefully, and there was a loud shout echoing:

"The Holy Emperor worships the heavens, and all evil spirits are dispersed!"

Holy Emperor?

Holy Emperor Qi?

Could it be that I took a pillow and went back to the past?

Tan Ping was a little stunned. He actually went back in time. This was an adventure that no one had recorded before!