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They don't know where they are, looking around, it is a brand new environment, as if they have left the earth and entered a primitive world.

"Where have we come?" The ancient Sanskrit authority was a little panting. He was not a monk, and he hadn't even activated the sea of ​​suffering. He was just stronger than ordinary people, and he felt worried.

"We are probably approaching the Lingshan Mountain, and maybe we can see the ancient Bodhisattvas and the Buddhas of the heavens." A master said.

An ancient road is at their feet, which is the only thing that makes them feel at ease. By walking on it, they can see some Buddhist relics on the road every once in a while.

Even some ancient Sanskrit characters were inscribed by great magicians, blooming brilliance, condensing the rhyme of Taoism, and trying to figure out the principles of Taoism that can be appreciated in it.

Ye Fan was very calm and didn't express anything, but the masters were different, they were all very excited, observing and emulating seriously, hoping to realize the Buddhadharma.

In order to speed up their progress, they wanted to cast spells to speed up the process, but they found that this was wrong, the ancient road was blurred and would disappear.

"To find the Lingshan Mountain, we need to worship it with a sincere heart, otherwise we will never be able to approach it. We can only move forward step by step." Ximati said, reciting the Buddha's name, and begging the Buddha for forgiveness.

Ye Fan frowned, could it be that there are ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in front of him?Once they walked on foot, the ancient road appeared, which was very strange.

"This is done by Dafa. It is vast and unpredictable. Lingshan is really an extraordinary place!" Finally, after walking out for a long time, he observed the clues, that there was an inexplicable Dao pattern law at work.

After traveling for more than a hundred miles, a dilapidated land appeared in front of him. There were ruins beside the ancient road. There were bursts of crying and howling, which made people get goosebumps and was very scary.

A piece of temple has become a desolate place, with ruined walls and overgrown weeds. The Buddha nature of this place is completely lost, and some only have bursts of Yin Qi rushing towards us.

Crying and howling, approaching quickly, as anxious as thunder and lightning, rushed over in the blink of an eye, like a ghost seeking his life.

However, the small stone Buddha in Ye Fan's hand was blooming with Buddha's light, and the evil shadow didn't dare to get too close, and it kept appearing and disappearing in the surrounding fields, moving from left to right, at an unbelievable speed.

Ximoti, the two old monks, and the four masters all changed their colors. This speed was much faster than them, and it was beyond their ability to resist. Fortunately, seeing Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged, his face was calm, They were relieved.

"Wow!"

A cry like a baby exploded in their ears, and a gray figure finally appeared. It was an old monk, wearing a gray robe, with a burly figure, black air, a fierce face, and red eyes.

Moreover, some fine and dense scales grew on its face, bright red like blood, spreading to the neck and arms and other parts of the body, a little ferocious, not like a human being.

"Mage, why are you acting so evil?" The ancient Sanskrit authority asked, he had not really stepped into the world of practice, so he couldn't see the depth of this person.

"This person's Buddha-nature is exhausted, he has lost his true self, and now he is only supported by evil thoughts, or he is dead." An old monk said.

"It's a pity, this person's realm is far higher than ours, why did he get lost here?" A master was puzzled.

"Are you looking for Lingshan, too? I hate..." The red-eyed old monk looked like a ghost, and said in a sad voice, "I'm devoted to the Buddha, but I can't see the Lingshan. I've been searching for it for a lifetime, but it's fruitless. What's the point?"

Everyone suddenly understood that he had such a demon body with endless resentment, it was pitiful and lamentable, and he had abandoned Buddha.

"The Buddha is already dead. What are you looking for? What if you go up to the illusory spiritual mountain? I'll save you." The gray-clothed old monk was crying and rushed over.

People sighed in their hearts, this person worshiped Buddha all his life, but in the end it was nothing. He died on the road of seeking Buddha, which turned into boundless resentment, which gathered but never dispersed.

When he raised his hand, a bowl appeared, like a purple gold sky that fell down, shining on everyone below, covering the sky and covering the earth, bursting with light, except for the ancient road under his feet, the land collapsed rapidly, the wind howled, and the big trees were uprooted.

Several masters changed their colors. This kind of power was far superior to them, and they couldn't stop it at all. If Ye Fan wasn't here, they believed that this blow would turn everyone into ashes.

"Ding"

Ye Fan raised his hand a little, and a golden finger pressed against the bowl, easily penetrated and shattered, and a shattered light appeared in the sky. ancient temple.

"Ah..." With a shrill cry, the old monk had a ferocious face, fangs sprouted from his mouth, blood dripped from his eyes, and roared, he rushed over again.

As soon as Ye Fan raised his hand, he pressed it forward, like a big golden millstone, and pressed it to the ground, unable to move. This is a manifestation of great supernatural powers.

Next to it, several masters were shocked. In their view, this is a demon image that is difficult to save, but it was so easily suppressed.

Ye Fan sighed lightly, but he didn't crush him to pieces. In a sense, he was a poor man. His belief all his life turned out to be nothing. His body died and his way disappeared, only his resentment remained.

"Please let us see him off." Ximati couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to salute with his hands clasped together.

Ye Fan nodded and said nothing.Several Venerable Masters came forward, all sitting cross-legged beside the demon monk, chanting sutras, trying to dispel all evil spirits and send him to his death.

"Namo Amitabha Ye, Dota Gado Ye, Dodi Yeta, Amiritupa Vivi..."

Not long after, the old monk who was pressed by Ye Fan's big golden hand was completely black, and all the bloody scales all over his body disappeared, and the expression on his face gradually became peaceful.

In the end, Ye Fan raised his hand, and the old monk turned into a ray of holy light and sat up, chanted Namo Amitabha, and disappeared as a rain of light, dissipating his grievances.

"My generation of cultivators worshiped the Buddha too much, let the obsession be too deep, but could not see the real Buddha, so this fate... It is not his fault." A master He Shimo recited the Dharma scriptures.

They continued on the road, this ancient road leading to Lingshan was full of dead bones along the way, and along the way, they found no less than hundreds of them, and nothing else, they were all eminent monks.

This has to make people lament that people who worship Buddha can find this place, but they can only die halfway, and they can't get close to Lingshan. It's really sad.

Suddenly, the ancient road was broken, and a dark abyss stretched across the front, blocking the way, while the road leading to Lingshan was still faintly visible on the opposite side.

"Is this a test?" Ye Fan asked.

"No, it's because the secret language we got from our ancestors is not complete, so there is a disconnection. Now it seems that we can only cross it by ourselves to connect the disconnection." An old monk said.

During this process, Ye Fan kept chanting the mantra silently, and blessed the little stone Buddha with his own mana, so that the ancient road would not spread forward, but it was finally blocked at this time.

"Okay, let's cross over." Ye Fan wanted to go to the Lingshan Dojo to take a look. Since the fluctuations are not lower than Mount Sumeru, there must be a shocking ancient dojo.

"Ow..."

Suddenly, a shrill cry came, the abyss was filled with black mist, and there was a patch of ghosts crying, among which were all kinds of demons and ghosts, struggling inside, trying to rush out.

"This is the Chaos Demon Abyss. It is the demons from all walks of life that Sakyamuni suppressed and killed before he became enlightened. Many of them have filled this abyss." Ximoti said in surprise.

This abyss cannot be flown through, and the murderous aura of countless monsters is condensed, turning it into a killing field, and the only way to cross it step by step is by relying on one's own body.

"Really, I'll also take a look at what the demons Shakya Buddha killed looked like." Ye Fan said, his body glowed with golden light, enveloping several people, stepped over the abyss, and rushed up one after another of evil spirits.

Demons dance!

Countless big monsters and demons were transformed by resentment, soaring up to the sky, although they no longer possessed the mana in life, they were also extremely terrifying, crying and howling.

"Rumble..."

There was thunder and lightning roaring outside Ye Fan's body, and the golden sanctuary opened. He crossed hell like a god and walked on it. In the process, he really saw a few powerful characters.

"boom!"

A leader-level demon spirit was turned into a black light by his finger, and turned into nothingness. The evil spirits were frightened away, and then when a huge white skeleton appeared, the entire Chaos Demon Abyss suddenly boiled.

"A demon with bones!"

Ye Fan's eyes lit up, this is so rare, his strength is extremely strong, his bones were not broken when he hit him hard, and he fought with him.

He was as fast as lightning, leaping like a dragon, leaping like a tiger, and striking like a snake. He struck out a total of eighteen blows, and with a bang, the snow-white skeleton was shattered.