The Third Thousand Nine Hundred and Sixty-Four Chapters Buddha Met the Old Man
The footsteps gradually moved away, but the elder did not rest. He walked to the bottom of the earth and looked at an unknown star in the sky.
The stars are getting brighter and brighter.
That star is the annihilated Sirius.
I don't know when it started, the power of that star is getting stronger and stronger.
Even the starlight of the stars in the entire sky will be swallowed up by it.
And who this star symbolizes, the Great Elder has never speculated.
Just now, the first elder did not tell Ye Beiming that the heaviest scar in front of him came from the deduction of this star.
"Is it a blessing or a curse, a man or a woman... Senior Brother, what would you do if you were you?"
The Great Elder sighed, and the man stood under the sky of the earth as if he had settled down, without moving for a long time.
The night is cold as water.
The stars are mottled, and countless stars, like jade belts, span the entire sky.
Dressed in Zen clothes, Ji Rumo is also watching the sky at night.
In addition to the sky of the earth, above the thirty-three days, there is also the same effect, and there is a more vast sky of the boundless sea of stars.
"That star..."
Ji Rumo's eyes moved slightly, and saw a newborn star on the horizon.
The sky of the earth and the firmament of the sky are all derived from the power of the starry sky.
Ji Rumo joined the Buddhist sect for hundreds of years and observed the sky for many years, and it was the first time that he discovered that young star.
As he pinched his fingers, he heard another voice in his mind.
"Rumo, come quickly."
That voice came from one of the ancient Buddhas.
Ji Rumo had to look at the young star, put down his hand, and got up and went to the ancient Buddha.
In front of a thatched cottage, there are a few clumps of thin bamboo and a white hosta flower that is growing just fine.
The fragrance of the flowers continued, and occasionally a hosta fell off the branch and landed on a green futon.
on the blue futon,
Empty, as if waiting for a visitor.
There is no one around, but there seems to be a sound of Sanskrit.
Ji Rumo stepped forward and sat in front of the futon.
He glanced at the hosta flower, picked it up, and hid it between his sleeves.
"Disciple Rumo is here to meet you."
"Rumo, when you look at the sky at night, have you ever discovered that a major event will happen in the thirty-three days?"
The ancient Buddha never showed up, but his voice was repeated everywhere.
"The disciple is ignorant and never found out."
There was no difference between Ji Rumo's eyebrows.
Heaven's secrets cannot be spied on. Before joining the Buddhist sect, Ji Rumo was a prophet who could calculate the world's affairs.
It was only after he joined the Buddhist sect that he knew in his heart that the secrets of the heavens could not be revealed, and the disciples of the Buddhist sect should not interfere with the affairs of the world rashly.
For this reason, even a prophet like him would not spy on the secrets of the general trend of the world every day.
It stands to reason that several ancient Buddhas in the Buddhist sect also thought so, but I don't know why today, why he suddenly came to ask questions.
Ji Rumo thought to himself, but his face was as calm as an ancient well, without any waves.
"In the thirty-three days, in Guangming District, the Tianhe River is about to fall. You rush to Guangming District to explore the birthplace of the new river."
The ancient Buddha ordered, Ji Rumo was slightly surprised.
The Guangming Leader is one of the thirty-three, with the Immortal Emperor Guangming in charge.
In the past thirty-three days, there have been remote transmissions, and there have been seals in the ninety-nine places. When the seals came out, the world changed color.
The fall of the old sky and the ascension of the new land means that there should be thirty-three days of territory falling to the sky, but I didn’t expect that the new master has not yet ascended, and the bright land has already fallen?
Feng Tianling... Who will spend the newly ascended Ninety-Nine Lands, Ji Rumo felt uneasy in the bottom of his heart.
"Rumo has something unknown."
Although the order has been issued, Ji Rumo still hesitated and did not act immediately.
"But it's okay to ask."
The voice of the ancient Buddha is empty and ubiquitous.
"Buddhism has always ignored world affairs, why this time..."
Ji Rumo hesitated.
These ancient Buddhas of the Buddhist sect are all outsiders, and they are rarely born.
The fall of the Guangming Leader, although it is a major event, but the Buddha Sect and the Guangming Leader have no friendship. It stands to reason that they should not intervene.
As for the place where the new river was born, although it is important, it is only the birth of the new thirty-three days. Unless the realm of the new ascension day will affect the existence of Buddhism, there is no reason for the ancient Buddha to intervene.
"What you think in your heart is exactly the worry of my Buddha."
The ancient Buddha answered in a few words, but Ji Rumo was shocked.
On the day of the new birth, which one of the ninety-nine places that rose to the sky in place of the bright collar collar would actually affect the Buddhist sect?
how can that be?
In the past thousands of years, there have been many people and forces carrying the Heavenly decree, but they have never seen a force or person that affects the existence of Buddhism?
"Ru Mo leads the order."
Ji Rumo listened, nodded, and wanted to get up and leave.
"Remember, as soon as the new river appears, come and report."
The voice of the ancient Buddha was still echoing behind him.
Ji Rumo nodded and left quickly.
After leaving the land of the ancient Buddha, Ji Rumo discovered that his Zen clothes were already wet.
The wind was blowing, and the back was chilly.
Ji Rumo couldn't help laughing bitterly, how many years he has been, it has never been as simple as it is today.
The flying move, unexpectedly coming so soon.
It's just the fragrant seal of heaven in the eyes of the world, is it still okay now?
Xiaoyueyue, are you okay?
Ji Rumo thought to himself, but heard a faint aroma wafting from behind him.
He suddenly came back to his senses and looked back.
But I saw a beautiful woman walking slowly from not far away.
The corners of Ji Rumo's mouth rose unconsciously, but in the eyes of the disciples, there was a little more smile on the handsome face that showed little change in expression.
With his long legs straddling, he was already in front of the person who came.
The beauty is dressed in moon-white Zen clothes, but there is a golden Buddha print between her brows. She does not have any makeup on her face, but her face is like a jade plate. What are the years now.
"Yunsheng."
Ji Rumo's voice was warm, like the spring breeze in April, gently brushing the branches of the willows, unconsciously, it was another good spring.
Yun Sheng looked up and saw her friend Ji Rumo standing in front of her.
There were two pear eddies at the corners of her mouth, and she smiled.
"Rumo, long time no see."
Several Buddhist disciples passed by, and when they saw the two, they couldn't help but look sideways.
Yun Sheng and Ji Rumo, both of them are well-known figures in Buddhism.
In terms of identity, Ji Rumo is even better, he is the envoy of Buddha under Buddha.
As for Yun Sheng, it was only a short time after she joined the Buddhist sect, but as soon as she came, she was highly valued by the Precepts Buddha, and she won the top spot in several Buddhist and Taoist sutras, and since then she has become famous in the Buddhist sect.
These two people are both figures at the top of the wind and waves, but they have a cold temperament. When they meet the Buddhist disciples on weekdays, they don't have many expressions on their faces.
Unexpectedly, the two were old friends.
Ji Rumo saw that Yun Sheng was not stained with makeup, and she looked a little thin in plain clothes. He quietly took out the hosta from the robe and pinned it on Yun Sheng's temples.