The Great Tao Chronicle

The Goddess Statue that Disappeared in the Great Dao Sect of All Heavens Chapter 288 After the Royal Power Follow-up, there is a vast expanse of green space beyond the fortress.

Zhuan Lun Mountain is towering and towering. In the main hall, Zhuan Lun Wang looked at the sky, and at a certain moment, he slowly retracted his gaze, and a gloomy expression appeared on his face.

He never went to Wangquan Mountain, but his divine will went through his body and saw everything that happened on Wangquan Mountain.

He searched all over the world for his divine will, and he never found the qi of Daoist Wang Quan.

He is really gone!

"He finally left."

The wheel-turning king seems to be happy and melancholy.

The joy lies in the fact that the enemy who has suppressed him for a period of time is finally leaving, and the melancholy is that he has not been able to fight with him after all.

"Master, why are you happy and sad?"

Some monks saw his mood and could not help asking.

"My fellow Daoist passed away, and I felt sad in my heart. The Buddha kingdom was coming, and I was rejoicing in my heart."

The wheel-turning king is holding a Buddha bead, and the precious image is as majestic as a living Buddha.

His way is different from Pang Wanyang, different from Mu Qingfeng, and different from the real person worshiping the moon. His way is not in heaven, but in all living beings.

All sentient beings enter the Buddhaland, and the Dao is accomplished.

Before Jiazi, he wanted the earth to raise swords and soldiers, and wanted the nations to be in chaos.

He knew very well in his heart that the Daoist Wangquan was different from Pang Wanyang, who had only the Tao of Heaven. Once he acted, he would definitely be attacked by him.

At first, he was not afraid, because he was sitting in the vast vastness, the power of a country, the energy of all the people in him, and being an enemy of him was an enemy of this ten thousand miles of grassland, even if the former Pang Wanyang was still on the grassland. Couldn't threaten him.

But the king, the Taoist, is different.

"Buddha is coming?"

"Has the enemy finally gone?"

"My Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is compassionate!"

Many monks in the hall recited the Buddha's name and cried with joy.

No one doubts whether the wheel-runner king is wrong, just as the people of Wang Quandao will not doubt An Qisheng.

"Master! Do you need to call the king to come to see him?",

A monk bowed slightly.

His name is Dorje, in Dafeng language, he is King Kong, he is the great disciple under the Wheel Wheel Throne, the body of the divine veins, and the Dharma protector of Wheel Wheel Temple.

The man is thin and short, with a sallow body, but he is not unhealthy at all. On the contrary, just like the name, he looks like a diamond cast.

His voice, like the collision of gold and iron, was sonorous.

"One year has passed, and there are thousands of soldiers and believers in our wolf kingdom who have longed for this day for many years."

An old monk put one palm on his chest and sighed slightly.

He is famous for his longevity.

In fact, he is the longest-lived person in Zhuanlun Temple, the uncle of Zhuanlun King, who has lived for two hundred years.

"Good, good."

The rest of the monks also put their hands together and smiled.

Daoist Wangquan has swept over the world for a period of time, and those who can't breathe are not just the clansmen of Dafeng.

"Amitabha."

While the monks in the hall were talking to themselves, in the corner, a middle-aged monk recited a long Buddha's name:

"Master, Dafeng already has a way of kingship. If we enter it, there will be waves. My Buddha is merciful, why do you want to kill this?"

The middle-aged monk had compassion on his face.

The rest of the monks did not take it seriously when they heard the words, but many monks seemed to be very afraid of this person and never refuted it.

"In the past, the wolf country was in constant war and chaos, and the various tribes were precarious. Why are they united now and there will be no more wars?"

Only then did the old monk shake his head slightly and said:

"People have endless desires, and desires give birth to endless suffering and troubles, but Buddhas do not need all of these. The king rules the world, how can Buddhas transcend the world?"

"My Buddha is merciful, why do you see swordsmen in the world?"

The middle-aged monk sighed:

"Buddha crosses the world, but we are not Buddhas."

The other monks immediately changed their expressions, and refuted them one after another. They didn't say anything until they saw that the wheel-turning king's eyes were lowered.

"Lausanne!"

The wheel-turning king looked at the middle-aged monk and said slowly:

"There are many sufferings in the world, only the Buddha saves the world, the calamity of the swordsmen in the world, the suffering and fate of the world, should be carried by this seat."

"Master is compassionate! My Buddha is compassionate!"

All the monks clasped their palms together with reverence on their faces.

Lausanne bowed slightly and said no more.

"You can't bear it"

Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed in the hall.

This sigh was extremely gentle, and at the same time it echoed, it suppressed the voices in the entire hall.

All of them turned pale in unison, looked around and looked around, but they couldn't see where the person who made the sound was, and the countless monks and serfs outside the hall seemed to have not heard the sigh and were still doing it. own business.

"This this"

Only then did the old monk's expression change, and ripples rose in his heart.

This voice resounded in my heart, not with the void as the medium.

Its people are still thousands of miles away.

This is the real voice transmission of thousands of miles. In this world, there is only one person who can do this.

The world's No. 1 king of Taoism.

he came? !

click~

The Buddha beads in the palm of the wheel-turning king no longer turn, and a wheel behind his head slowly rises like a sun wheel, swaying in the light, his hands clasped together, and he looks into the distance:

"So, you haven't left yet"

In the light of his eyes, the qi flow was flowing, and the light and shadow were outlined, as if following an inexplicable qi movement, he saw the prairie thousands of miles away.

The cloudless sky is above, and the endless grass is below.

In the vast world, an old figure with white clothes and white hair slowly walked from afar.

At the same time as the wheel-runner king looked at, the figure in white slowly raised his head, and his faint gaze seemed to see the wheel-runner king on the throne of the main hall thousands of miles away.

Zhuan Lun Wang sits in Zhuan Lun Mountain, his mind is infinitely tall, and he seems to be confused with the boundless earth and air, and he is majestic like a living **** and Buddha.

"You shouldn't have come."

Seeing An Qisheng's current state, the wheel-turning king's eyes light up with ripples, and he sighs slightly:

"I'm invincible all my life, it shouldn't be buried in the hands of poor monks"

He has been on Zhuanlun Mountain for a hundred years. The entire Zhuanlun Mountain is his dojo, and the boundless prairie is his Buddhist country.

With his current state, how can he be his opponent here?

"It's a great world, how can you be willing to take a look before you leave?"

An Qisheng's eyes were flat, just as his words were as light as clouds.

His body is extremely old, and his spirit, energy and spirit have long been condensed in the sword of king power. At this time, he seems to be a mortal body, and his breath will not be stronger than the grass and trees on the roadside, and the sand and stones on the ground.

The human heart is inherently weak, but it is strengthened by all external factors, strength, martial arts, physique, power, and wealth.

Martial arts deciders, who swallow the world, run rampant, have a firm mind, are the richest in the world, have money and wealth, and attract attention in any occasion, have a strong mind, and have power in their hands. He also has the will to give life and death.

However, what about losing some of this?

How many people can be as mentally strong as before?

The mood is reversed.

At this time, An Qisheng's state of mind will no longer be reversed, and any encounters and events will not have any impact on his mind.

Thousands of miles apart, the two are close to each other.

Feeling An Qisheng's intentions, the wheel-turning king's eyes flashed with deep ripples.

At this moment, he had the illusion that the old Taoist who had lost everything was stronger.

Standing between heaven and earth, like a bodhisattva, a Buddha.

"The human heart is only dangerous, the Tao's heart is only weak, the essence is only one, and the invincibility of people is not in the body, not in martial arts, but in a heart!"

An Qisheng's eyes were indifferent:

"If you can't see through this, it will be difficult for you to become a permanent resident of the Great World!"

"The Great Realm is permanent! You don't know the Buddhadharma, but you can cultivate it?"

The wheel king's expression finally moved.

In the Ferris Wheel Method, there are six realms of "seeing people", "seeing me", "seeing all beings", "seeing heaven and earth", "I connect heaven and earth", and "permanent great world".

However, even though he has practiced for a hundred years, has seen all living beings, and has penetrated the heavens and the earth, surpassing all the predecessors, even the founder of the Wheel Wheel Method, Da Motian, he is still unable to peep into the supreme realm where the great realm resides.

Could this Daoist king with authority have completed his cultivation?

"All Taos are connected, there is no difference between Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Only by implementing one's own will can one achieve great freedom!"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly:

"A certain sage called it, the unity of knowledge and action!"

"Comfortable?"

The wheel king's eyes narrowed.

These four words are indifferent, but they seem to be able to see their own life.

If I want to open up a Buddha country in the world, why is it not the unity of knowledge and action?

hum~

He closed his palms together, and the light wheel behind his head shone brightly, illuminating the entire Zhuan Lun Mountain like the sun, piercing through dozens of miles of clouds.

Between the outlines of light and shadow, there seems to be a shadow of a great Buddha between heaven and earth!

The Great Buddha sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain, its body is like a mountain, its Buddha head is towering into the clouds, towering and infinite, and the Buddha's light illuminates the earth.

For a time, Zhuan Lun Mountain, and even the countless tribes nearby, in the Golden Wolf King Court, countless believers fell to the ground one after another, worshiping and chanting infinitely devoutly.

"The poor monk in this life only wishes the world to return to the Buddha, fellow Daoist, since you have already left, why stop me?"

The wheel-turning king uttered a grand Buddha sound, and his divine meaning was in harmony with the sky, falling like the hand of the sky, reaching everywhere.

The sound of the Buddha is everywhere, and it has aroused the more devout worship of countless believers.

"So far in spiritual practice, Da Motian will kneel in front of you when he is alive, and he is indeed an unprecedented genius on the prairie."

An Qisheng looked at the sea of ​​​​clouds and nodded:

"Unfortunately, the more this is the case, the less you will be able to stay alive"

People like Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, the King of Wheels, and Han Changgong are all the best in the world, and they may be able to outperform them in military commanders, but their pure intentions and talents may not match them.

Compared with Pang Wanyang, the Wheel Runner King seems to be a bit inferior.

But the ability to integrate a country, the integration of politics and religion, is more thorough than the Pope of Chiyun Country, and is a real unparalleled figure.

The foundation of kingship is not deep, and Jiang Tingting and others have not grown up. Even if they can win with the sword of kingship, there will inevitably be swordsmen and soldiers in the world, and every hard work will be in vain.

Although he wants to leave, he will not leave a mess, euphemistically called a disciple of experience.

Because all beings in the world have experienced disciples, his face is not that big.

"in this way"

Between the sea of ​​clouds, the Buddha's head hung down and sighed:

"Where is the great world of fellow Daoists?"

"Where my heart is, where my body is, even if it is a dojo, it is a Buddha country, it is a cave, and it is a blessed land."

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm.

hum~

As An Qisheng slowly raised his hand, an indescribable faint humming sound resounded through Zhuan Lun Mountain.

Countless people with a high level of xinxing practice felt something in their hearts, and a great fear suddenly appeared in their hearts.

"Ok?!"

And the wheel-turning king who has cultivated his xinxing to a very high realm feels even more huge than ever before!

Immersive!

At this moment, everything An Qisheng felt came to him!

The blood qi drops, the true qi disappears, the qi pulse is sluggish, the muscles and bones are softened, and the spirit falls

It seems that in just an instant, he has been cut off everything and has become a complete mortal!

fear!

Great horror!

In the world, the most terrifying thing is not that you can't get it, but that you can get it and lose it again!

A king was reduced to a beggar, the world was a waste, and the rich was reduced to robbing dogs for food!

This is the scariest thing in the world!

The wheel-turning king has a strong mind and practice, and he has already killed him the moment his fear surfaced.

He knows that all this is an illusion and nothing is real, but if his state of mind is broken, all this will become real!

The battle of the mind is so dangerous!

"Ah!

Mi!

Tuo!

Buddha! "

The wheel-turning king recited the Buddha's name for a long time, and when the light wheel behind his head turned, there seemed to be many golden lotuses blooming, and the sound of the Buddha's voice and Chan singing was a masterpiece.

Faintly, there seems to be a monk, an Arhat, and a Bodhisattva appearing around him.

The sea of ​​clouds seems to have become a Buddha country!

Outside the Wheel of the Wheel, countless believers deeply rooted in the power of the Wheel-runner King, and the serfs bowed their heads to him.

Suddenly, the shadows flowed vertically between the sea of ​​clouds, and there seemed to be huge pillars that penetrated the sky and the earth, running through the sea of ​​clouds and the sky, covering the Buddha land and Buddha country.

A flat and indifferent voice overwhelmed the sky-filled Buddhist chanting:

"Come!"

Countless believers were all stunned. The giant pillars were clearly fingers, which covered the Buddha soil and pinched the Buddha. It was an infinite palm!

boom!

There seemed to be thousands of thunderbolts blasting at the same time, pinching with five fingers, and everything disappeared.

Countless people looked up at the sky, only to feel that the space between heaven and earth is empty, the sea of ​​clouds is still there, the breeze is gentle, where is there any Buddhist country, giant palms, everything seems to be just an illusion.

As if nothing ever happened!

For a time, countless people were in a trance, not knowing whether it was true or not.

"Master!"

"Master!"

In the wheel-turning hall, the golden light all over the wheel-turning king disappeared, the light wheel behind his head was eclipsed, and he fell to the ground. Many monks were horrified and exclaimed in grief.

"Amitabha."

Amidst the sound of grief, the wheel-runner king managed to open his eyes, and pointed his dry fingers to Lausanne in the corner:

"Before I return, you hold the wheel-turning seal, and you are the wheel-turning king."

Before he finished speaking, he had closed his eyes, and his breath and golden light fell to the bottom of the valley together, as if they had disappeared.

Huhu~

On the prairie, An Qisheng slowly shook his palms, and there seemed to be chanting chanting between his palms.

Where my heart is, even in a dojo, the dojo can be fingers, viscera, or anywhere.

With his hands on his back, hunched over, he slowly disappeared at the end of the horizon:

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form"

What is matter and what is space?

Human beings live between heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are space. In the human body, there are still countless microorganisms that survive. Is human beings space?

All things are interdependent, just as yin has yang and yang has yin.

Space is emptiness, matter is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, true and false, emptiness, form and form, that’s all.

The Wheel Wheel King still cares about one mountain and one place, one country and one family.

And he doesn't even care about heaven and earth.

Thirty-three months is not a long time.

For many people, even going out of one state is not enough, but for some people, it is enough to travel all over the country, and overseas countries.

In the Kingdom of the Golden Wolf, he discussed the Tao with the Wheel-turning King, in the Kingdom of Great Flame, he played against the monarch and the teacher, in the Kingdom of Chiyun, he sat down with the Pope and drank tea and talked about the world

Hailou Kingdom, Ding Kingdom, Ten Thousand Kingdoms, Boundless Desert, Endless Seas and other places also left his footprints.

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming, and even all the disciples of Wang Quan Dao in all dynasties are looking for An Qisheng's whereabouts.

It's a pity that there is no income after all, and the whereabouts of An Qisheng can no longer be found...

Time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, three thousand years

Three thousand years ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ passed in a flash.

In all dynasties, there are people who say that it is a pity that they have met the legendary Daoist Wangquan, and most of them are rumors, but even so, every time there is news of Daoist Wangquan, the world is still turbulent, attracting countless people to look for it.

In the past three thousand years, with the spread of "Lingmi" and some exercises spread by Wang Quandao, the martial arts of the rivers and lakes have changed from generation to generation.

The eight-handed sword of kingship has become the target pursued by countless martial artists in the world, and every one hundred years, the eight-handed sword of kingship will flow into the world, looking for the most amazing and talented disciples to inherit, and deduce and perfect the exercises. .

Therefore, the way of kingship has always stood firm, and has dominated the world for three thousand years.

In the three thousand years, even though Tianjiao and outstanding people have emerged in an endless stream, and dragons and snakes have risen to the land, no one has been able to claim the title of emperor.

Three thousand and three hundred years later, in the Daqing Kingdom, Yanhua Prefecture, and a certain town in Jiannan Prefecture, the Tong family gave birth to a child named Zhengyang.