Cover the sky

Is it the same with what you see?But why can they talk to them, and blend with the heaven and earth avenue, there is an unworldly aura that suppresses the heavens through the ages.

"Lingshan Road is over, turning back is the shore." Under the ancient bodhi tree, this extraordinary middle-aged man whispered, his eyes were still closed, his expression was peaceful and serene, and every falling flower was shining, condensing the charm of the avenue.

Ximoti and others received the decree and retreated, but Ye Fan did not move, because at this time he saw the verdant ancient Bodhi tree petrifying, and even the man under the tree became a statue.

Falling flowers fall to the ground and become stone flowers, life fluctuations disappear, and everything you see becomes a stone sculpture, which is quite different from just now. This is the power of Buddhism.

Ye Fan was relieved, Sakyamuni walked down the ancient road of the starry sky, it is impossible for him to be still on the earth, all this was transformed by the great magic power of the past.

Moreover, if it is really a quasi-emperor, they may not be able to get so close to his physical body, the way blends, and all things are in harmony, what they see is only the law of the past, not the body of today.

"This is..." Several old monks from India trembled.

They thought of a legend that the Buddha had ten disciples. Before his real body left, ten people worked together to mold the body of Sakyamuni Buddha and stand on Lingshan Road.

This must have been done by the top ten disciples of the Buddha. This incarnation of Sakyamuni can display some of his supernatural powers, and what he saw just now is not false. From this, it can be inferred that the Lingshan Mountain is near, not far ahead.

However, Ximoti and others all stopped and refused to take a step forward. They followed Sakyamuni's decree and did not dare to violate it.

"Lingshan is in sight, don't you want to go in, even if you may not succeed, why don't you go to see it?" Ye Fan said.

"Sin." Several masters clasped their hands together, and at the same time advised Ye Fan not to leave, and just turned around.

Ye Fan ignored it, walked around the petrified Bodhi and Sakyamuni, and continued to walk forward. Several old monks were stunned, and they all stood on the spot and stared blankly.

The ancient road was winding, and after a few more miles, it was finally completely cut off. There was nothing in front of it, and a vast mountain was located at the end of the world.

There is no vitality there, only a wave of Buddha-nature fluctuations like a vast ocean, the mountain is full of life, not even a single auspicious beast or auspicious bird can be seen.

Ye Fan opened his third eye, but found that it was still blurry, the vast Lingshan could not be clearly seen, only the mountains were full of tranquility, and the ancient temple was silent.

They are already right in front of them, and the distance is only tens of miles. How can it be said that Lingshan is closed?He thought for a while and strode forward, even if there was no way, he wanted to move forward and make his own way.

However, the moment he took the first step, he immediately saw chaos and turbulence, and Lingshan became more and more ethereal, as if he heard the voices of ancient Buddhas chanting sutras.

Ye Fan didn't stop and continued to move forward, but there was a roar of a Buddhist lion, like an arhat reciting a mantra, pressing towards him with a magic pestle in his hand, transformed by the light of Buddha.

With a soft scold, he stretched open the golden sanctuary, and all spells could not get close to him. With a loud "bang", the sky seemed to collapse, and the magic subduing pestle flew upside down, and he strode forward.

In the distance, Shimoti and others were stunned. Is this going to fight against the Bodhisattvas and break into Lingshan? !

"boom!"

At this moment, the front was violent, chaos rioted, and Lingshan was towering, as if it was about to fall over, making people suffocated.

"Om!"

Ye Fan yelled loudly and uttered the Buddhist mantra. At this time, he was under great pressure. Even if he was a holy body, he felt like he would be crushed to pieces.

This is the coercion of Lingshan, this is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha's power, and it is the power of thought that no one knows how many creatures gathered here in the past, no one can resist it.

The chaotic mist impacted, Yasha, Ashura, Gandharva, Garuda and other eight tribes emerged, which were also formed by the divine light of Buddha nature, and rushed to Ye Fan. Even the sound of Om did not have such a great effect, and only part of it was shattered.

Ye Fan backed away and withstood great pressure. He believed that another person would have been crushed to pieces and died, even his holy body could not hold up.

Lingshan, worthy of being the most famous primitive Taoist temple in ancient times, is inviolable and cannot be approached.

This place is guarded by a shocking formation, tens of hundreds of miles apart, and if they really rush in, it will definitely be a catastrophe.

Ye Fan looked at the little stone Buddha in his hand, and frowned for a while. Without secret words, he couldn't enter this sacred object alone. He thought that there must be something shocking in it, otherwise it would be impossible to protect it like this.

He knew it was difficult to get in, but he wanted to get closer to see what happened to Lingshan and why it happened. With a long roar, the golden holy blood in his body boiled like a big river, rushing into every meridian, sending out bursts of thunder, shaking The nine heavens are trembling, singing in harmony with the Dao.

Ye Fan glowed all over, stepped on the Xingzi Jue, opened up all kinds of visions, and went straight to kill. Finally, he got a little closer, glanced in a daze, and saw old monks sitting on the cliffs and beside the Buddhist altars, in a deathly tranquility.

There is no grass or tree, everything is withered, the spiritual springs and pools are all dry to the bottom, without any vitality, as if no one has ever set foot on it since ancient times.

Withered Lingshan!

This is the truth. There are ancient temples standing tall and many temples, but there is no one, no Bodhisattva, no ancient Buddha, and no living beings can be seen.

Silent and silent, you can see pieces of Buddha treasures, a large vessel, where the dust is there, there is no living person, death-like tranquility.

The majesty of the mountain is infinite, even more terrifying than a real ancient star. Ye Fan couldn't get close to it. He was shocked by the vast fluctuation, and a golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't force it, and retreated back. The Lingshan was dry and suffered a big change. No wonder the mountain was closed.

However, what I saw should be only the mountain gate. Everything in the depths of the Lingshan Mountain is very dim. There is an ancient Bodhi tree that has lost all its leaves, but Dao marks appear, blocking the main body of the Lingshan Mountain.

Moreover, at this time, the entire mountain was blurred, and the main body of Lingshan disappeared.This situation is irreversible, and it is useless for Ye Fan to bless the little stone Buddha in his hand with mana.

"boom!"

In the end, a vast wave rushed over, he was shaken out for more than ten miles, and everything disappeared.

The sky is blue, like a piece of blue crystal, and a few white clouds float by, making people feel so close to the sky, as if they can be touched by jumping up, and the air is very fresh.

Ye Fan was taken aback, he was standing in the Tibetan area, the great mountains that were tens of thousands of feet high, the vast and unpredictable spiritual mountains, and the mysterious ancient roads, all turned into clouds of smoke, never to be seen again.

A few miles away, a group of Indian monks were also surprised. For some reason, they suddenly came to a familiar world, and the ancient road disappeared.

Ye Fan came to them, and then glanced around. Tibet is high in altitude and there are mountains, but they can't be compared with those just now.

"Where is it hidden? Is that ancient road and Lingshan all in the Tibetan area?" This is the common question in the hearts of all of them.

Ye Fan told them to wait here. He turned into a bolt of lightning and flew in the sky, releasing a powerful sense of consciousness, scanning every inch of land, searching carefully, but in the end, he still found nothing.

In the end, he flew thousands of miles and landed on a majestic mountain range. He felt a kind of vicissitudes, but he could not see a trace of magic. This is the majestic Kunlun across Qinghai-Tibet.

Ye Fan was stunned for a while, Lingshan is already mysterious enough, I don’t know where it is hidden, and Kunlun must be even more extraordinary, it is the first mountain in ancient Chinese mythology, the ancestor of all veins, and the legends about immortals are all related to It's about!

Soon after, Ye Fan returned to City B, and another group of people returned to India. Before they broke up, several masters made an appointment with him. When they returned, they would ask others for the secret language of Lingshan.

As soon as Ye Fan came back, he felt that something was wrong. The lawn outside the old villa was full of potholes, as if it had been struck by lightning, and it was completely destroyed.

This old villa has not changed much, because he carved a few simple circles, which are hard to damage even if they are hit. The surroundings are in a mess, and it is obvious that someone has done something here.

"Komatsu!"

Ye Fan was taken aback, and entered the room in a flash, but it was cold and desolate, and there was nothing.

Where did the little purple thing go?His heart suddenly became cold, and he searched the four fields, releasing a powerful spiritual call: "Xiaosong..."

In the distance, next to a trash can, a dirty little guy poked his head out timidly, turned into a ray of purple light and rushed towards him, immediately hung on his body, his body trembling.

"You...what's the matter?" Ye Fan's heart was far less calm than his words, and he took it home and put it on the sofa.

Komatsu's leg was injured, he was limping, and he was frightened.But he pretended to be relaxed, in order to make Ye Fan smile, he flipped over there to please him, trembling with pain, but he was smiling innocently.