Mind Cultivation Record

Shichahai, the sea is clear and the river is clear, and the wind and waves are calm.

After more than three months after the Fantasy Temple, the young monk and his group finally arrived safely at Shichahai.

But at this time, less than half of the 108 followers who originally followed the young monk remained.

Those monks who did not reach the Shicha Sea all died unexpectedly on the way, but they did not die at the hands of demon seals, annihilation fate, or other Buddhist cultivators who became possessed by demons.

To be precise, since the last incident with the Golden Arhat, Moyin and others have never taken action again, which also makes the young monk and his party move much faster.

However, the Shiyun Desert in Western Shu Prefecture is inherently dangerous and dangerous. Even if Zhu Yanji and others are accompanying them, casualties will inevitably occur.

However, we finally arrived at Shishahai!

Looking at Shichahai, where the water and sky are the same color, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but more importantly, they felt a sense of spiritual joy. Apart from that, they could see colors other than yellow sand, which was also the same color. This is a gratifying change. People share the same heart and reason.

But there is another problem before everyone. Now the Shishahai is right in front of them, but how to cross it?

You know, although the Shicha Sea is not a real sea, it is hundreds of thousands of miles in circumference. How can you cross it without a boat or a bridge?

Even with Xiao Mian's Green Wood Flying Boat, how many people can it save? How many days can we fly?

Besides, who knows if there is any danger in the Shicha Sea?

On weekdays, Shichahai is a holy place in Western Shuzhou. Many people come to worship, but very few people dare to step into Shichahai and dare to desecrate it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a golden light flew from the center of Shichahai.

Wherever the golden light passed, fist-sized golden lotuses sprouted everywhere, drifting with the current, the golden light swayed, the blue waves rippled, and the Shichahai, known as the natural chasm, became a thoroughfare.

In front of the golden bridge, the young monk clasped his hands together and looked solemn.

"Amitabha! This is the bridge that connects the gold to my Buddhist door. It only saves those who are destined. Although you follow the monk all the way and try your best, if you don't sincerely enter the Buddhist door, please don't go to the bridge. Otherwise, if you have two minds, I'm afraid you will It’s bad for you!”

What the young monk said was very clear, that is, if someone does not want to join Buddhism, it is better not to board the Jinyin Bridge.

Otherwise, I'm afraid something unexpected might happen...

For a moment, everyone was whispering.

Xiao Mian and the four of them had been walking together all the way, and they naturally gathered together at this time. It was only when they returned to the sea that they wanted to talk, so Xiao Mian shook his head slightly and said nothing with a smile.

Along the way, Guihai and others' trust in Xiao Mian became deeper and deeper. Guihai knew that Xiao Mian was the most astute and wise among the four, so he stopped talking and just watched what happened.

Soon after, everyone's discussion gradually subsided.

"Dear donors! If anyone is willing to follow me and take refuge in my Buddha, he can follow me on the Golden Bridge and reach the other shore. If anyone is unwilling to enter my Buddhist door, the young monk will also teach you a magical skill, which can be regarded as a reward for accompanying you to protect the way. Grace!”

The young monk's words once again aroused some discussion.

After a long time, dozens of followers were divided into two distinct groups. They were willing to follow the young monk to the Golden Bridge. However, there were less than ten people who led to the other side. Most of them just wanted to obtain a magical skill and left. , the two have nothing to do with each other since then.

Most of the people who follow the young monk are casual cultivators. For them, a magical power - no matter how ordinary the Hinayana magical power is, is enough to make them excited.

You know, that is the legendary magical power!

Even ordinary golden elixir monks, not everyone can develop magical powers, not to mention that the vast majority of these followers are foundation-building monks.

Seeing this, the young monk didn't care.

I saw the young monk chanting the Buddha's name, and a golden wheel of treasure rose behind his head.

The golden wheel treasure is clearly made up of hundreds of Buddha's light and supernatural powers. If you count carefully, there are exactly one hundred and eight Buddha's light and supernatural powers behind the little monk's head.

Obviously, even if none of those followers died, even if they all chose to leave, the young monk would have been prepared.

The Buddha's light swayed, and the supernatural power behind the young monk's head turned into a stream of light, penetrating into the minds of those monks who chose to leave.

The monks all shuddered and then calmed down.

"Dear donors! Although magical power is good, you still need to understand it on your own. What the young monk can give you is just a magical seed. As for how to make this seed germinate, grow, and even bear fruit, you still need to rely on your understanding and continuous meditation. . But the young monk has something to say: after all, these magical powers were passed down from the young monk. If you use them for evil in the future, don’t blame the young monk for not remembering what you have done today!”

"Thank you, little holy monk!"

"We will never dare to do anything wrong!"

"If there's nothing else, let's take our leave!"

After receiving the benefit, everyone dispersed.

On the shore of the huge Shicha Sea, there were only four young monks, Xiao Mian and eight monks who were willing to stay.

"Let's go!"

With a calm smile, the young monk took the lead in boarding the Golden Bridge.

The eight monks who were determined to stay followed the young monk without hesitation.

When Xiao Mian and the others came to see him, he saw the other three looking at him with some suspicion. Xiao Mian smiled bitterly and took the lead to step onto the Golden Bridge, setting the best example with his actions.

In this way, the three people in Guihai cleared away all their doubts and boarded the Golden Bridge one by one.

When everyone boarded the Golden Bridge, the connecting Golden Bridge automatically shrank back without waiting for them to move. It was very fast, but the people standing on the Golden Bridge didn't notice it at all.

In just one breath, he traveled a hundred thousand miles and reached the other shore.

The first thing that catches the eye is a sea of ​​fiery red flowers.

When everyone followed the young monk to the land, they discovered that these red flowers were one of the four major smallpox in Buddhism, known as the flower of the other side - Manjushuahua!

While everyone was stunned, the sea of ​​fiery red flowers turned into a huge red cassock. The young monk took the lead in getting on the cassock and then extended an invitation to everyone.

Everyone hurriedly followed up, stepping on the cassock, as if they were down to earth, stable and comfortable.

The young monk shouted the Buddha's name, and the cassocks flew away with everyone in the air.

In another breath, the cassock landed on a hill.

There is a small temple built on a hill, but there is nothing else.

Seeing this, the eight monks who decided to follow the young monk had different expressions. Some looked calm in the ancient well, while others had drastically changed expressions.

Even Xiao Mian smiled bitterly when he saw the small temple that looked like it was about to collapse with a gust of wind, but then he remembered that when he was in Wanzong City, he once asked the young monk where he came from, and the young monk's answer was not Small temple?

It turns out that the little bald donkey really came from an unknown temple!

"Dear donors! The young monk gives you another chance to choose: If you are not willing to take refuge in my Buddha here, it is still too late to turn back. If you want to leave, you can take one of anything on this mountain for yourself, and then from The teleportation array next to the temple gate leaves. If you follow the young monk into the small temple, you have no choice but to stay or leave! "

Among the eight monks, there were those who regretted not falling. If they had left just now, they would have gotten a magical seed. Now after listening to the young monk's words, their minds became active again. At that moment, the four of them looked at each other and looked at each other. He bowed to the young monk and then rummaged around the hill for a while.

Some were digging for spiritual grass, some were picking spiritual fruits, and some were catching a little white rabbit. What's worse, the last person actually tried to take off the plaque of the small temple and packed it away. He was looked down upon and returned to the sea. One foot slipped into the teleportation array.

"Young man! How dare you be more shameless than Qingyun..."

Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard this, then he punched Gui Hai while laughing and scolding.

As a result, apart from the young monk, only Xiao Mian and four other monks were left outside the small temple gate.

At this moment, the temple door opened slightly, and holy monk Ananda walked out slowly.

"Amitabha! All donors are destined to my Buddhist sect, please!"

No one expected that the holy monk Ananda would greet him personally and hurriedly salute.

However, Holy Monk Ananda disagreed and personally welcomed everyone into the small temple.

After entering the temple gate, everyone was already prepared to see a small dilapidated temple. Unexpectedly, there were two completely different worlds inside and outside the temple gate, which made everyone stand on the spot.

In an instant, the fragrant aroma hit the nostrils and the wind caressed everyone, making everyone cool and comfortable, feeling relaxed and happy. There were seven-color treasure trees nearby, eight merit waters in the distance, the ground was golden and bright, and the sky was filled with rare and exotic birds. It was a paradise, a pure land of bliss!

Although Xiao Mian was also shocked, after all, he had been getting along with the young monk for a long time and was familiar with Buddhism's set of virtual and real methods, so he was not surprised.

From the moment Jinqiao appeared, Xiao Mian knew that the young monk was testing those followers. No matter what their temperament was, Jinqiao was just a secret art of introduction and would not make judgments. The only ones who could really make judgments were the monks themselves. original intention.

After that, there was another test outside the small temple.

There is no guarantee that this pure land of bliss will be the third test!