Chapter 4058

"Master …" Xiong Yi and the others looked at each other, not knowing what Xiao Hua was talking about.

"Master …" At this time, Wang Yifei brought his mother to the main hall and was about to greet Xiao Hua.

Xiao Hua flew in the air, waving the Kunlun mirror in his hand. A beam of light covered the two of them as he said, "Go to the Kunlun Paradise first, we'll talk later!"

He then turned to Xiong Yi and asked, "Are those disciples ready?"

"Of course!"

Xiong Yi hurriedly stood up and answered, "Those who can be taught and those who can't be taught are separated!

There is no need for special preparation! "

"Good!"

Xiao Hua waved his hand and said, "Bring Master there, Master suddenly thought of something and needs to do it immediately!"

"Actually, if Master has something to do, there is no harm in doing it first, we'll talk about it after you're done!" Xiong Yi answered with a smile as he led the way.

Xiao Hua shook his head with a wry smile, "Master thought that matter was already confirmed, but I didn't expect … Master received the news too early, the real thing hasn't happened yet.

Therefore, Master is a little flustered! "

Xiao Hua followed Xiong Yi to the back of the mountain and looked at the neat rows of huts. They were very similar to the huts he saw in the Imperial Thunder Sect. He nodded with satisfaction and then took out the Kunlun Mirror. He released his consciousness and took the hut and the boy inside into the space.

Then, without daring to delay, Xiao Hua nodded to Xiong Yi and the others and flew out of the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range!

Looking at Xiao Hua's back as he flew away in a hurry, Xiong Yi was a little confused. He pondered inwardly, 'Master has already accepted more than ten thousand disciples, and now he has taken in another twenty thousand children. In total, he has thirty thousand disciples, which is more than the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range's Fortune Gate's disciples.

Could it be that Master has other plans? '

Xiao Hua didn't know what Xiong Yi was thinking. He had already activated his flying technique and rushed towards the Longevity Town, wanting to stop Monk Chun Zang before he took down the Buddha List!

Of course, the premise was that Chun Zang was Jiang Liuer.

Looking at the familiar scenery below him, Xiao Hua didn't dare to be too arrogant. He lowered his body slightly and used the Appearance Changing Technique, turning into a small nose and small eyes Zhang Xiaohua.

Then, he took out his Confucian robe, held the feather fan in his hand, and used his flying technique to rush to the Longevity Town.

Very quickly, the path that Xiao Hua, Yuan Ya, Liu Yi, and Xiao Jian had taken to leave Longevity Town appeared beneath him. The scenery was still the same, but the people on the road … were no longer the same people from back then!

"Si …" Xiao Hua flew for a while and saw the Buddha in the air and the believers on the ground. He released a bit of his telekinesis, but it wasn't tight. Xiao Hua gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "Why is there so much power of faith here???

Could it be that … the power of faith belongs to Ci Hang? "

As he spoke, Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the 44 meter tall Guanyin Bodhisattva standing in midair in the distance.

Needless to say, the true body of the Guan Yin Bodhisattva was the real Ci Hang!

But the real Ci Hang had already passed away, and only the fake Ci Hang existed in this world.

"No wonder Mahavairocana Revered Buddha had the idea of seeking scriptures in nirvana. This Longevity Town is just a town, and a Nanwu Guanyin Bodhisattva's golden body already has so much power of faith. If the entire Hidden Immortal Continent was filled with temples and Bodhisattva's golden body, how much power of faith would that be!"

Xiao Hua greedily inhaled. He knew that if he released the Bodhi Sarira now, perhaps Bodhi would immediately attain enlightenment.

Unfortunately, in this Longevity Town, even if the Buddha Sarira wasn't in seclusion, Xiao Hua would definitely not dare to release it!

"Thanks to the Innate Divine Restriction in my Niwan Palace!"

Xiao Hua rejoiced as he flew, "If it wasn't for these Innate Divine Restriction concealing the Buddhist aura, even if the Buddha Sarira didn't want to come out, this rich power of faith would have fallen into my Niwan Palace. At that time, it would be impossible to conceal it!"

"Eh?

This is … Jiang-Chao Temple? "

When Xiao Hua flew closer, he used the Clear Eyes Technique to look. He had already noticed the changes in Jiang-Chao Ridge, and unconsciously became a bit dazed. After a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Damn it, Jiang-Chao Temple is obviously my Dao Sect's Daoist temple, how did it become a Buddhist temple now?

Only, where is that so-called Buddhist list? "

Xiao Hua looked at the left side of Jiang-Chao Ridge, but didn't see any trace of the Buddhist list. Then, he looked at Jiang-Chao Temple again.

At this time, Jiang-Chao Temple was flourishing with incense. Rays of Buddhist light lingered above the temple. Within the Buddhist light, one after another, Buddha statues faintly appeared. Along with the sound of wooden fish inside the temple, the Buddhist light rushed out. This was precisely the imposing manner of a Buddhist Bodhisattva overseeing the temple.

At the same time, rays of tranquil Buddhist awareness slowly swept across the surroundings of Jiang-Chao Temple. With one look, one could tell that it was the inspection of the Buddhist Sect's Guardian Heavenly King.

Xiao Hua pressed down on the cloud, and saluted a Confucian cultivator who was slowly flying by. "Greetings, Fellow Immortal, I have something to ask …"

"Fellow Immortal, there's no need to be so polite. Is there anything I can help you with?" That Confucian cultivator was also very polite.

"I heard that there is a Buddhist list of Mahavairocana in Longevity Town. It's to find people who are seeking sutras in Nirvana. May I know where this Buddhist list is?"

"Since it's a Buddhist list, it's naturally inside the temple." The Confucian cultivator smiled and said, "Fellow Immortal, it's difficult for you to see it!

That Jiang-Chao Temple only allows Buddhist disciples to enter. We Confucian cultivators are not even allowed to come within ten feet of it! "

"Oh?

The Buddhist Sect is actually still so arrogant? "

Xiao Hua asked in a low voice. "I heard that on that day, wasn't there a Dongfang Family disciple who attacked the Buddhist Sect's Manjushri Bodhisattva with a sword and extinguished their arrogance?"

"Alas, that was then and this is now!"

The Confucian cultivator sighed. "Now, the Immortal Palace is colluding with the Great Thunderclap Temple. They don't care about the fate of the Hundred Schools of Confucian cultivators, and actually do something evil like seeking sutras in Nirvana. Even if we Hundred Schools of Confucian cultivators extinguish the arrogance of the Buddhist Sect, what can we do?

It's sad that they don't rise, angry that they don't fight! "

"Alas, the pitiful Immortal Emperor!" Xiao Hua observed a moment of silence for the Immortal Emperor in his heart. He waved his hand and bid farewell to the Confucian cultivator.

Although the Confucian cultivator's words were somewhat extreme, they clearly represented the thoughts of the majority of Confucian cultivators who didn't know the truth of the matter. Under the influence of the Confucian aristocratic families, these misunderstandings had increasingly deviated from the truth, and were increasingly disadvantageous to the Immortal Palace.

Seeing that the Clear Eyes Technique couldn't penetrate the Jiang-Chao Temple, Xiao Hua didn't dare to use the Transfiguration Technique near the Jiang-Chao Temple again. He hurriedly flew out of the Longevity Town, found a secluded cave, and quietly transformed into the appearance of a young Buddhist monk, and once again rushed to the Jiang-Chao Temple.

At the same time that Xiao Hua entered the cave, a bamboo raft floated along the Liao River.

The bamboo raft was very simple, and even somewhat damaged. Behind the bamboo raft stood an old fisherman holding a long bamboo pole. In front of the bamboo raft was a young monk wearing a clean monk's robe. His hands were clasped together, and he was piously looking at the Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva's golden body covered by silk on the riverside. He was chanting, "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva …"

Wasn't this monk Jiang Liuer, whose Buddhist name was Chunzang?

As the bamboo raft approached the Jiang-Chao Ridge, several Buddhist senses had already swept over it. There were also several Clear Eyes Techniques. It seemed that they had already anticipated Chunzang's arrival.

However, Chunzang was unaware of all this. Looking at the shore that was getting closer and closer, he turned his head and said very kindly, "Boatman, please stop here!

I'll have to trouble you along the way! "

"Little monk, have a safe journey …" The old fisherman stood up shakily, raised his hand full of cracks, and waved benevolently as a form of farewell. Then, he propped the bamboo pole in his hand against the bluestone on the shore. The bamboo raft left the shore and slowly moved downstream.

The bamboo raft drifted straight for several miles. The fisherman who had been standing steadily at the end of the bamboo raft suddenly trembled. His straw raincoat slowly disappeared, and the fisherman straightened up. Small heavenly flowers appeared in the void near him. The fisherman's wrinkled face also changed, revealing a solemn appearance. However, this Buddha's face was deathly pale, and even the muscles on his face were somewhat twisted. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain. "Namo Amitabha …" The Buddha chanted the name of Buddha, raised his foot, and stepped into the void and disappeared, leaving only the real bamboo raft drifting further and further away in the Liao River.

More than ten miles away, a patch of blood was sprinkled on the protruding rocks above the river. It was very dazzling under the noon sun.

The ignorant Chunzang, who had always been fearless, stood below the Jiang-Chao Ridge. He respectfully put his palms together and looked at the golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva on the Jiang-Chao Temple. He then tidied up his monk robe and chanted, "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking the deep prajna paramita for a long time, he saw that the five skandhas were all emptiness, transcending all suffering. Sarira, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form …"

As Chunzang chanted the sutra, he kowtowed with each step and walked up the Jiang-Chao Ridge with great sincerity.

This was a path of pilgrimage and also a path of spiritual sublimation. Chunzang enjoyed walking on it very much. Every kowtow made his body feel relaxed and made him feel that he was one step closer to his ideal and pursuit.

Chunzang, who was immersed in his own world, did not notice that the mountain path, which was originally filled with people, had gradually become less and less crowded. The equally devout believers began to disappear. On the contrary, the sound of the wooden fish, the chanting of sutras, and the chanting of the Buddhas became louder and louder in his ears.

Not only did the Jiang-Chao Ridge have a strange phenomenon, but the entire Longevity Town also suddenly became quiet. The noise disappeared, and the complete hostility turned into peace. Rays of Buddha light inexplicably gushed out. Perhaps there were people walking on the streets, or perhaps there were people buying and selling in the shops, but all these became the background. All the eyes, the focus of the entire Hidden Immortal Continent and the Nirvana World, now fell on the Jiang-Chao Ridge and on the body of Chunzang who was kowtowing step by step.

Tens of thousands of people were admiring, tens of thousands of immortals were holding their breaths, and tens of thousands of Buddhas were watching. Everyone was quietly waiting for the beginning of a new era, waiting for the beginning of a miracle, waiting for a good show to start …