Go up the steps.

One leap and a hundred steps.

This mountain road has the same effect as climbing the ladder.

But the heavy pressure is much weaker than climbing the ladder, and it is not comparable at all.

"Master God's Messenger! It's really Master God's Messenger!"

At the bottom of the mountain road, many people were staring at Xu Yi. Seeing him thinking about the top of the mountain at an astonishing speed, he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

Many people have already kneeled down.

Including the bald old man who was trembling and about to die.

"I've been waiting..."

Tears rolled down the old man's weathered face.

Tears fill not only the gullies plowed out by the years, but also the heart that has been anxious for a lifetime, never stable and empty.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xu Yi's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

They knew that above represented the realm of God, which ordinary people could not see, touch, or reach.

There is wind on the top of the mountain.

Blowing Xu Yi's white hair, it floats casually.

"The sixth-grade master can go to..."

Xu Yi looked back and looked down.

What I saw was the broken mountains and rivers, and the devastated ones.

How many years will it take to fight so messy?

"In such a huge forbidden country, there is not even a sixth-grade master?"

Xu Yi frowned.

Looking back again, Xu Yi looked forward.

The so-called place of burial is actually very common on the top of the sacred mountain that the people of the forbidden country cannot reach.

Except for being taller, it seems no different.

Xu Yi walked forward and walked along a quaint road into the forest.

The clearings in the forest seemed to have been flattened.

A broken and decaying temple stood in front of Xu Yi.

The plaque at the gate of the temple is vaguely visible.

"True Buddha Temple."

The moment I stepped into the temple, everything in front of me seemed to have become different.

There is a mysterious aura that lingers between heaven and earth.

A piece of dust covered with dust and half of the missing stone tablet still has a clear handwriting left.

Zen.

Yes, it's Zen.

The falling leaves, the gentle wind, the stone pillars and wooden stakes that fell to the ground, and the Buddha statues that collapsed almost all have Zen in it.

Xu Yi's heart was a little clearer, and he subconsciously sat down cross-legged.

In front of me, there was a phantom holding a gun, and the practice of the Zulong spear technique was the one who practiced.

"Amitabha……"

Xu Yi made an unconscious whisper in his mouth.

There is a faint golden light all over my body.

After practicing the Zulong spear technique for more than half a year, I broke through to the second level!

It's like a thousand years have passed.

When the ethereal Zen spirit retreated, Xu Yi slowly stood up and looked forward.

Above the Main Hall, there is a headless Buddha statue.

The orchid finger in the left hand and the right hand holds a stone lotus.

Shilian is indifferent, only a stone bead covered with cracks.

In the middle of the open space, there is an ancient well, with the water without waves and smooth as a mirror.

Xu Yi felt creepy.

This temple, which has been ruined for many years, still has Zen everywhere.

You can imagine how many powerful Buddhists exist here during their prosperity.

Why is it so strong that it has been so strong that it has been down and out today?

He clasped his hands together and bowed.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yi continued to step forward.

From the front door, walk to the back door.

Through the entire temple, no useful news was received.

Until Xu Yi completely left the temple, he saw a long stone tablet in front of the low hillside behind the temple.

The stone tablet is covered with moss, and there is a tomb character faintly.

Xu Yi carried a wooden gun and slowly removed the moss.

One word, one word, appeared before Xu Yi one after another.

"The Buddha destroyed three thousand tourists from the world, and the green mountains are always built on the tomb!"

Xu Yi's face was filled with horror.

This monument is a tombstone!

This hillside is a tomb!

Three thousand people buried!

What is Hongchen Guest?

As the mood was turbulent, more and more questions were piled up in Xu Yi's mind.

His eyes flashed, and he bypassed the green mountain and wanted to move forward.

But after only two steps, the road ahead is blocked!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he touched a light curtain, with golden light flowing, and there were symbols of swastikas, derived, disillusioned, and repeated.

Raise the gun and stab!

Xu Yi used all his strength.

Puff!

This wooden gun that had accompanied Xu Yi for half a year was destroyed into powder.

If Xu Yi hadn't sensed something was wrong and removed the force in advance, just the recoil force of this light curtain would have seriously injured him!

On the left, it's not clear.

Xu Yi tried to walk to the right.

There was clearly a bluestone road in front of me, but a golden light curtain still appeared.

Still not working!

"Do you have to step over this tomb?"

Xu Yi stepped onto the hillside from the tombstone.

One step, one step.

When he arrived at the location of the light curtain, Xu Yi tried to push forward.

No obstacles!

"What is the Red Dust Guest...? Why are they buried here? I still have to step on their tomb?"

Buddhism talks about compassion and saves all sentient beings.

These three thousand people in the world are not forgiven by Buddhism.

Anyone who wants to move forward must step on their tomb.

Why?
To be continued...