Lenggong signed in for 80 years, I am invincible in the world

【Would you like to sign in front of the statue of Sakyamuni the Great? 】

Lin Jiufeng nodded immediately: "Sign in!"

[Sign in successfully and get a handwritten copy of Sakyamuni the Great! 】

A yellowed scripture book appeared in Lin Jiufeng's hand.

manuscript.

The person who wrote it was none other than Sakyamuni the Great.

So Lin Jiufeng turned to the first page.

There are no words!

He frowned and continued to flip through the second page.

page three……

page four...

I read the whole handbook all the way, but there is not a single word.

It wasn't until the last page that Lin Jiufeng saw a word.

Ugh!

The word came into view, and a tired sigh sounded in Lin Jiufeng's ear.

shook his soul.

Lin Jiufeng couldn't help looking at the statue of Sakyamuni the Great.

boom!

The statue's eyes actually moved.

The world around Lin Jiufeng suddenly changed.

He saw the same picture as the [卍] character just now.

The difference is that this is not static, but a real-time picture.

The sea is raging, the wind is howling, thunder and rain are falling.

The world seemed to be destroyed.

In such a picture, a young monk raised the ancient city with one hand, imprisoned everyone in the ancient city, and walked to the depths of the sea.

"Emperor Shakyamuni, you deserve to die!"

Lin Jiufeng heard the furious, terrified roar.

The young monk had only one sentence.

"The monk came today and suppressed you for 10 years!"

In the picture, Sakyamuni the Great took this ancient city to the depths of the distant and unknown sea.

Chapter 322 Cangyang Gyatso

Lin Jiufeng saw the scene in front of him collapse in a trance.

In the next second, he saw Monk Ananda stretching out his hand to push him, and said cautiously, "Emperor Jiufeng, are you alright?"

Lin Jiufeng saw the huge statue of Sakyamuni the Great, the statue kneeling on the ground, and Monk Ananda and Ouyang Xiu with nervous faces.

He came back to reality!

"What's wrong?" Lin Jiufeng asked Monk Ananda.

"You have been motionless for a day," said Ananda.

"Has it been a day?" Lin Jiufeng was stunned.

He only felt that a while had passed, but he did not expect that it had already been a day.

"Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?" Monk Ananda asked worriedly.

This is definitely not about Lin Jiufeng's body.

Instead, you are worrying about your own soul origin.

After all, once something happens to Lin Jiufeng, they will also be unlucky, and the source of their souls will be pinched by Lin Jiufeng.

"I'm fine, there's nothing to see here anymore, take me to another place." Lin Jiufeng restrained his mind, suppressing the shocking scene he saw in his heart, and didn't say anything.

He knew that this square, this statue, had no more secrets.

So there is no need for him to waste time here.

"Why did Sakyamuni go to suppress that ancient city for 10 years?"

"Is Sakyamuni the Great really that powerful?"

"The ancient city on the sea looked so terrifying, but in front of Emperor Sakyamuni, it was not an enemy at all. He was supported by the emperor and walked to the depths of the sea."

"Then why not just destroy that ancient city?"

"There must be something inside that I don't know about. What I can think of, the Great Sakyamuni must have thought of."

"So, I have to continue to become stronger in order to explore these truths buried by history."

"Also, Emperor Sakyamuni suppressed them for 10 years. In this era, 10 years have passed."

"Does this mean that the ancient city will reappear in the near future?"

Lin Jiufeng's inner thoughts turned, and he was under a lot of pressure.

He discovered that in this era, there seemed to be no powerful enemies. Now the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the Ascension God is flourishing, creating an unprecedented world.

But all this seems to be a castle in the air.

Once the undercurrent hidden under this tranquility erupts, it will destroy this so-called bright world in an instant.

Lin Jiufeng will never allow it!

The goddess of war in Xianting, the ancient city suppressed by Emperor Sakyamuni, these are the two known threats to Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng didn't know how many threats Lin Jiufeng didn't know.

"The world has finally calmed down. The people are living an unprecedentedly good life. I will never allow anyone to destroy such a good life!" Lin Jiufeng's eyes were firm.

Lin Jiufeng, whose heart fluctuated violently, looked as usual, and monk Ananda took him to another place.

Daleiyin Temple is too big.

There are many good places in Daleiyin Temple.

Monk Ananda knew this place well, and brought Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu to the next place.

"This is the prayer-turning tower of Daleiyin Temple. The prayer-turning wheels here have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Of course, some people say that it was handed down by Emperor Sakyamuni. Every time I come here, my thoughts are confused, or If it is troubled by evil thoughts, I will come and turn around." Monk Ananda said.

The main body of the prayer wheel is a huge tower.

But the prayer wheels lined up very long, a full kilometer of road.

They are all pale golden prayer wheels, engraved with Buddhist Sanskrit characters, and they are spotless.

"Under the Sutra Turning Pagoda, there was a poignant and beautiful story. It was widely circulated in Buddhism and in the western desert. I wonder if Emperor Jiufeng knew about it?" Monk Ananda asked.

Lin Jiufeng shook his head, and asked curiously, "A poignant story that happened in the holy land of Buddhism?"

"Is it about things between men and women?"

"I really don't know that."

Ouyang Xiu interjected, "I know that."

Lin Jiufeng looked at him.

Monk Ananda stopped talking and gave this opportunity to Ouyang Xiu.

Ouyang Xiu said: "In our Western Desert, this is a widely circulated love story. It is the story of an outstanding living Buddha in the history of Daleiyin Temple. He also wrote a poem for this story."

Lin Jiufeng became interested. The Living Buddha of Buddhism actually has a poignant love story.

"Tell me and listen!" Lin Jiufeng listened attentively.

"At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival."

"That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard you chanting the mantra in the scriptures."

"On that day, I built a pile of mani, not for cultivating virtue, but for throwing stones into my heart lake. That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for comprehension, but just to find a trace of your breath."

"In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingertips."

"That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth."

"In that life, I went around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way."

"At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for longevity, but only to keep you safe and happy."

Ouyang Xiu recited this little poem known to many people in the Western Desert.

Lin Jiufeng listened silently, and said with emotion: "He is an infatuated monk."

Lin Jiufeng stretched out his hand, turned the prayer wheel, and walked forward.

After hearing this poem, he wanted to turn the prayer wheel for a kilometer.

"Before him, the monks in West Desert suppressed their feelings. Monks had no feelings for men and women. This is written in the Buddhist scriptures of Emperor Sakyamuni." Monk Ananda followed Lin Jiufeng and said as he walked.

"But since he appeared, he has blatantly questioned that everyone has feelings. The scriptures written by Sakyamuni the Great are the insights of Sakyamuni the Great. They cannot restrain monks from generation to generation. The Buddha also has feelings, but The compassion of the Buddha is applied to all living beings!" Monk Ananda said with an inexplicable expression.

"Such monks, who practice Buddhism all over the place and interpret Sakyamuni the Great in Daleiyin Temple, must have a miserable end, right?" Lin Jiufeng said with emotion.

Those who dare to question the classics will definitely be hurt by the power of the world.

Monk Ananda nodded: "At that time, he was born as a living Buddha and was the next leader of Daleiyin Temple, but since these words appeared, he was imprisoned and never appeared again."

"Some people say that he committed suicide, and some people say that he was killed by Da Leiyin Temple as a traitor. No one knows the outcome." Ouyang Xiu added: "So his poem and his story quickly spread in the West Desert. Come on, everyone is talking about him."

"2 years ago, I discovered the ruins of Daleiyin Temple, and at the end of the prayer wheel, I also saw a poem!" Monk Ananda said.

"What poem?" Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu looked at him together.

"I used to worry about being too sentimental to damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I went to the mountains. The world is safe with the Dharma, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing." Monk Ananda read out.

"This means that the Great Leiyin Temple didn't harm him, but just imprisoned him here. But when the Great Leiyin Temple disappeared, he disappeared along with it." Monk Ananda sighed.

A kilometer of prayer wheels will soon come to an end.

Lin Jiufeng suddenly asked: "What is this monk's dharma name?"

"The Sixth Dalai Lama, Luosang Rinchen!" Ouyang Xiu said.

But Monk Ananda's body froze suddenly, and he stared straight ahead, with an expression of excitement or surprise that appeared on his face.

"Actually, he has another name."

"His name is Tsangyang Gyatso!"

"There he is!"

Monk Ananda stretched out his hand, his tone could not hide his excitement, and his body was trembling.

Lin Jiufeng looked up, and at the end of the prayer wheel, a monk was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, very pious.

The Buddha's light draped over his body, coating him with a layer of gold!

Chapter 323 Skeleton Knight

The monk came quietly.

Even Lin Jiufeng didn't notice him, coming from the prayer wheel, he didn't notice him at all.

Monk Ananda and Ouyang Xiu were very excited.

Boys and girls who grew up in West Desert have all heard his stories.

A Buddhist monk, with deep affection, makes people unforgettable.

In the serious Buddhism, in the land of Western Desert, the poems of the sixth Dalai Lama and Lobsang Rinchen make young boys and girls yearn for it.